POET BIO: Claire is a very colorful person. To her living life in “full color” represents emotional richness, diversity, and authenticity. She may seem aloof but only because she gets lost inside the vibrancy of life all around her. Her mind moves like watercolor turning ordinary moments into art. She doesn’t just see color she…
Where “woke” came from and went to
The bleary comes To meet the weepy Before sitting down Next to sleepy So I try to find A place to rest Where peace And calm exist But all to often Moody comes With sad To steal Whatever’s left
Identity changes Melts and freezes Speeds up Then slows Like breath Fogging windows Like rain Catching fire Like milk Becoming bitter Like smiles Stuck like Velcro A robot lost Programming Deleted Identity changes Until I find me Yet again
I’ve followed myself Down the quiet hallways Snuck up behind myself When shrouded in night And it’s unsettling That perspective The apart and away That strips off The emotional brain That undresses The remembering And peels off All the experiencing Because what’s left Is just a shadow Sneaking down Quiet hallways In the middle of…
I’ve crawled through Mirrors Reflections Dirty and broken Bloody knees Razor thin lines Next to jagged little Shattered ice kind And I barely feel The pain of it Anymore
This piece is titled DEPRESSION. Most of you know I started a blog over a decade ago. I didn’t realize at the time I was suffering from depression. My ex husband’s middle name was Hasty so I called it Hastywords. It was a family name I wanted to honor since the family name ended with…
Like shadows they follow Sliding past bare bushes Over broken concrete They are born inside Tears and laughter And given life inside Pain and joy Shape shifting, floating Like a buoy in water Bobbing rhythmically Over waves of experience They live in the silence Inside the dark quiet They hibernate paralyzed Morphing for years Feeding…
Sometimes I read Reddit and I ran across a question a guy asked. He was annoyed by his girlfriend’s playful antics. For instance, she liked to splash him with water when washing dishes together, put cold hands on his chest, goose him in public, slap his buttocks, stick her tongue out when he moves in…
There was a time before I was diagnosed with severe depression that it seemed all the pain was leaking out of my eyes. I don’t miss those tears. I cried into my oatmeal No real reason why Just really tired you see I cried on the treadmill I felt broken and betrayed Need a nap…
HASTYWORDS 