There is a beautiful language That doesn’t need words It is written with heartbeats In our calm breaths In the laughter that echoes In the bone deep warmth Of a love that stays In a world that keeps turning Where clocks tick off the seconds Where people come and go But in the space between…
I have known heat that left marks The kind I reached for because For a moment the pain of fire Was louder than that of heartache But there is a different kind of heat The kind that heals us From the inside out An invisible blaze That doesn’t scorch the skin But warms the parts…
A NANOPOBLANO POST Hi. People call me Hasty. I’ve changed so much since I started this blog. I barely recognize the person who came here trying to find myself. It’s amazing what you can learn about yourself when you start stringing thoughts together using words. I’m amazed at how much can happen in a few…
Since he’s been around The words don’t spill out They live inside me They grow stronger More colorful, joyful A changing vocabulary Positively charged And full of hope, dreams A kaleidoscope landscape Of endless possibility And like waterfalls The words fall Effortlessly, beautifully Onto a canvas Where I paint them
My poetry prompt for NaPoWriMo and Cheer Peppers is this piece of digital art I created of a girl fulfilling her dream to be a ballerina. It flows through dance A tickle we cannot feel Not at first anyway But like a lovely seed That grows miraculously Or a painful thorn That digs and digs…
The sky dropped to the ground And nobody even noticed I collected the stars at my feet And put them in my pocket Broken orbs of light Caught up in string Turning into stardust Inside my fabric locket And the world felt sad Broken and confused It was dark and cold Just an empty socket…
A million little things Fall through the gaps Too many seconds ticking So much landscape escaping Yawning so wide Sucking in wind Measured by time Pulling my heart Shaped hour glass Closer and closer To the edge Begging me to jump To the other side Before the seconds Turn into hours And I’m nothing But…
I kept beating it down My voice and its words To murder it into silence No thoughts, no thoughts Empty the passions Empty the knowledge Empty the fat ego Light the matches Then Let those things burn I’ve always been a super emotional person. Too much. Too much. It took years to train my external…
I can feel you Balling up Like dry lint Collecting Bits of yourself Tiptoeing Around Gathering Strength But my brain Has creaky Well used Floorboards Mostly Because of you And I know Every single time I experience Self-doubt Or self-loathing You’ll be there To devour The scraps And I’ll be Fighting you Once again Someday…
I was a blank spirit Depleted and forsaken Walking over tiny twigs Snap snap snap crack Cotton hung from the sky Like little gauzy curtains Billowing in front of me And the breeze was a ghost Stripping flowers from trees These things I noticed Somehow I knew These things would save me But still I…
HASTYWORDS 