Titled by Cyan Ryan playing on the name Ruth which means friend. Please show Cyan some blog love, he took a break but looks as if he needs a bit of sunshine and support. Written by Cyan Ryan and HastyWords I was mourning tearfully the prior evening’s dreams Where noisy birds had ripped…
My friend Josh started blogging his recovery with alcohol addiction. In case you missed some of the blog posts we created together please check them out below. Then when you are done please visit his blog and let him know how supportive we can be as a blog community by clicking HERE. I promise there is…
Written by HastyDad (Howie) and HastyWords I was the first silence you heard I held you tight inside my beat Vibrations you could only feel Then as you developed and grew My silence was audible to you A sound growing louder with time You see, man uses this beat to dance Notes felt way…
I originally wrote this in June of 2012 for Father’s Day but since today is his birthday I wanted to re-post it. Happy Birthday Dad. My dad is a giant, not only in build and strength, but he has that booming voice to match. I don’t believe I have ever written about my dad,…
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…
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