Alarm goes off and you get your eyes unglued It’s time to get your little monsters out of bed You get them showered, fed, dressed, packed You walk the dog in fuzzy slippers to the bus Where you send the kids off with a loving fuss Get back home where you feed the puppy dog…
Do you ever feel like you have a million things to say to a hundred different people but you don’t because you are afraid they won’t hear you, they won’t care, they won’t understand? We are becoming words on a screen… body language is being left out. I can say I need help but you…
The house was so dark and quiet Not one voice was left to haunt her She put her bag on the counter Left the mail scattered and untouched Undressing as she walked along First her pants, then her silky blouse Leaving a trail throughout her house No matter… she said to herself The bathroom…
31 DAYS OF HORROR (LINK UP IN COMMENTS) Bruised Where the rope Roped to rafters Rafted into eternity Lines Like jagged railroad tracks Tracked her soft white skin Skinned her fleshy neck Left Like a beaten rag doll Dolled up with defeat Defeated by finality
Written by Gunmetal Geisha and HastyWords Broken street lamps flicker, laughing As the darkness hides its deformities I wander directionless into this night Sirens warning of nearby emergencies Secret decrepitude picks a corner of brain Plants bodegas of expired groceries Condemned dwellings of unwashed squatters A big bang emergence of new old cities Alleyways twist,…
Today I would like to bring attention to one of my most avid and loyal followers. He has so many interesting opinions about my blog. I will call him Chigger. I’ve decided to step away from my normal attention seeking ways and invite all my blogger friends to enjoy his commentary scattered throughout my blog. …
Originally posted on gabrielsfury:
Blue is the eyesight blinded in the dark Abridging the misty-eyed view of contrasts quite stark Secrets swirled and scrawled upon our abode And a shock of lies, suddenly, to me bestowed So now as I pass by that place While tears and fears outline my face I envision…
Written by Jack Pettinato and HastyWords In a forgotten part of town Three weathered men, Brothers by circumstance Rather than blood, Warm their hands over an open fire Faces worn with experience Sorrows covered in stubble The colors of their eyes stolen And their tears long ago bled dry Standing side by side by…
They sat, hate burning hot Watching her like prey Wishing she hadn’t come They spit mean words And snide angry comments Too loud not to be overheard She believed she could do it For her daughter She smiled and hugged She told stories and laughed But each moment Tested her resolve And she grabbed a…
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