Rain pounded down outside Vibrating off window panes Resetting the cadence of time Our hearts were stepping to Fingers sat tangled in my hair As whispering breath lingered Around curves we’d laid bare Distant thunder beat its chest As our souls exchanged light Two lives connected and directed Like moths fighting to feel fire Some things don’t require…
Is it? So hard to believe Your voice Sounds like a song Floating on notes I never want to end Is it? So hard to believe I watch the sun set So I can see you Painting the night With racing comets And faraway stars Is it? So hard to believe That your breath Stills…
THE AFTERMATH OF ME by Hastywords Would you stick around to understand All the strangeness that makes me tick Stay and feel the course my blood takes When passion marks my staccato breath Changing the whine in my voice To a distinct and lingering purrrrrr Would you use me up and throw me away Or…
Sorry this took me so long Jenny. Thank you for writing with me! Written by Jenny Katherine Luu and Hastywords Her slippers weren’t made of glass They were faded with stringy holes Her dresses were made and simply sewn From the remnants of old flour sacks With much love and motherly care Two things her…
This post was written not as a duet but in contribution to my compassion series. Since I am short on days this month he graciously agreed to share his post today along with my duets. Thorn blogs of his affair and of his heartache. Relationships are hard and it would be easy to judge someone…
The day before Valentine’s Day Christopher and Benjamin started this poem. Each new person added a few lines until a complete poem was created. I love it and I hope you do too. I am glad I got to participate and I am sorry it took me so long to post. 🙂 A Tangle of…
Chris Carter, my guest today, blogs at The Momcafe. She didn’t know that by writing these thoughts she would also be helping me sort out some serious issues. Over this past weekend I had a moment, a few hours actually, where I was letting the past trigger extreme anxiety. The anxiety was fueling anger and…
Before my eyes ever landed on yours, we had talked for hours on the phone. Remember the phones that actually had to be connected by a cord to the wall? The phones you couldn’t stray too far from so you ended up lying flat on your back on the hard floor because talking was more…
Six months ago, on our way to dinner, I had a conversation with my 10 year old daughter. I wanted to watch a movie and hang out with her for our girls night but she had her heart set on asking a friend over. I said “Oh ok” and she immediately changed her mind and…
WRITTEN BY BRITON “PUNK ROCK PAPA” UNDERWOOD Oh meandering and wandering and wondering what I’m supposed to be Clouded in my judgement but clearly seeing you Bending over backwards and jumping through these hoops Teach an old dog new tricks for that is what you do Piece of heart a piece of soul,…
