LIQUID PRISMS

Liquid prisms Caught the light Falling desperately Sounding like Shattering glass Shards of hope Splintering on Checkered floors Black and white Copyrights Stepping on Red carpets Unfolding Flawed Unraveling Lazily across Pressure points Where mean girls Wait to draw blood And where dreams Drown in the prisms Of so many tears

WRONG SIDE OF REALITY

  I can tell because of the fog That I must take special care I must write my name in it On the foggy piece of glass So as to not forget myself It’s easy to get lost inside The wisps of “here nor there” Surrounded by smoky layers Of “what if’s” and “why not’s”…

#BeREALationships – LET ME LOVE YOU, ALWAYS

Please welcome me (Hasty) to #BeREALationships. 🙂 Relationships aren’t something I think people get right or wrong.  They just ARE whatever they are.  A relationship can last a lifetime but I believe many times they literally last a few short hours or even minutes.  Did you make a connection?  Then you formed a relationship.  re·la·tion·ship  …

#BeReal – PETER M. OLSEN

My #BeReal guest today is Peter M. Olsen.   Masks We all wear masks. Some are subtle. Some are hidden. Mine couldn’t be more obvious. Long hair, 20 pounds overweight, scruffy beard. The mask I wear is made from self-hatred and depression and scars. My mask tells me that I am ugly…So very fucking ugly.…

#BeReal – DORI OWEN

My #BeReal guest today is Dori Owen. On #BeingReal I am a storyteller. This is the way I transform my thoughts into #BeingReal. I came off the assembly line a little bit broken, a little bit funny, and with a love of all things creative. Art and writing are how I express my real. This…

#BeReal – RAYMOND BAXTER

My #BeReal guest today is Raymond Baxter. The events in my life that broke me Well. This is my story. A special thanks to the #BeReal series for letting me publish this. I’ll also link to Darla Halyk for giving me the confidence to write this post. For helping me to make the decision to finally admit…

YOU ARE THE SUN

I look out and see a meadow covered in fog.  It is as if the whole world is sad and the earth is listening.  My brain can relate.  Depression feels like that fog.  Drifting silent above the world.  Alone yet not.  An atmosphere confused and heavy. But then the sun comes out and things begin…