Sometimes the walls cry Flooded by waterfalls Stones crumble then fly Leaving a pile a mile high Carvings on pieces Blood splatter dialog Rooms left behind Flooded and drained Moldy rotting floors Splinter weak doors Rooms left behind But never forgotten
I don’t like the way the wind Has been shaking this house Empty and cold a place I constructed a life time ago The creaking Once a lullaby Now sounds like screams I can’t sleep I can’t think It’s the house telling me To get out, go away, move on And some days I just…
Endless moments were given birth Rippling reflections of the past Floating effortlessly into my future Often, I sail back to those moments That made it into lasting memory And find those that changed me Those tidal waves of insecurity The typhoons that toppled me Each storm followed by peace Fashioning a strength that comes…
Sometimes you put something out into the universe and something brilliant comes from it. Please visit Dodgysurfer’s Blog and read the post that THEN YOU WILL… inspired. I love it!
WRITTEN BY JSTEWART413 AND HASTYWORDS This thing Called time It gives As it takes You can outrun A bullet But time You never will It laughs In the face Of the clock’s Ticking hands Because It simply Doesn’t listen To human Demands As it constantly Reminds us It’s out of our hands Yet We continue…
A SONG THAT YOU HAVE DANCED TO WITH YOUR BEST FRIEND A few years ago I was in Tulsa, OK for a concert. “It’s Keisha, Hasty, not Quiche- Ah” R corrected me. I never could remember how to pronounce her name. We actually found ourselves standing in line for this concert twice because the first…
He always seems to sense when my world gets to be too much for me to handle and he is the first to offer help. I love you TD and thank you again…and again…and again.
You must visit Sean Bidd’s blog. He certainly has a gift! Written by Sean Bidd and HastyWords Collected hand prints, color their conversations Pockets full of words, in dreams their imaginations wasted Stories lost in cracks, where the darkest shadows know Disappearing prose, shallow sow evade the rampant senses Faded voices listen, leaving echoes upon…
Written by PassionWriting and HastyWords Walking ahead, I turn back I see someone in the middle of the road The face is strikingly similar The eyes are a shade I can never forget! The air passes quickly by Stirring up the shadows in her hair I try to turn my head away But…
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