Originally posted on Experimental Fiction:
So small a word, so letters few, Such impact has this term, A whispered breath can deliver so, A word the earth to turn. A symphony in single phrase An orchestra of sound, Yet many people small of heart Just throw this word around. Some to appease, some to convince,…
BECAUSE… It is just amazing
Originally posted on jlindsey88's Blog:
“The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in your reality for a role. You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask.” -Jim Morrison Acceptance. Believing. Embracing. Moving Forward. Accepting life on its own terms. Accepting…
I read this last night after a very long day and two very long nights. I read this as if it was meant for me and then I read it as if I had written it for others. There is a magical healing in these words. I don’t ever want these words to disappear. I…
Originally posted on jlindsey88's Blog:
Filtered. Disguised. Hidden. I feel like a lot of us spend our lives presenting a certain “portrait” of ourselves to the world. We portray only certain parts of us to those around us. We hide the struggles in our lives and do not open up about the less than…
I posted a poem/story/photograph earlier today. In the photograph I mentioned Kristina Hickman. In linking her name to a post she did earlier this year I found this one. Kristina is important to me. She is important to my family. Kristina, I love you… THIS poem… I am so sorry… I wish I…
Take some time and check out this new duet partner. Thank you for writing with me WBDEEJAY Written by WBDEEJAY AND HASTYWORDS What do we have? There is a ring on your finger Twenty years of history have flowed through it That hand still holds mine Still searches for me Absentmindedly What do we…
This poem was more Alka’s than mine so please sing some praise HERE. WRITTEN BY ALKA RANJAN AND HASTYWORDS Rain drums my window Tiny heartbeats marching As I linger inside waking My sleep slowly departing Opening my eyes slowly I peeped into darkness Hearing the heartbeats frantic I touched his face by my side…
I am happy to have Helena Hann-Basquiat, my favorite story weaver, guest blog here today. Using 14 words Helena has created14 different variations of this love poem. Please be sure to visit her blog here and show her some fan love. WRITTEN BY HELENA HANN-BASQUIAT my bed (was never California never was) my bed …
Another duet partner to visit HERE Written by Phen Weston and HastyWords Old shag carpet lined the hallways Muting echoes I should have heard And the colors keep changing As time chips away at the memory The old grandfather clock strikes Times longing intervals again, Juncture span my noxious whim, Were you just tint…
HASTYWORDS 