Fat bullets stand aimed and ready To pierce holes in dissenting viewpoints Marching in a depressed state of silence And cut down by the hopeless rhetoric The core of humanity will become restless It will chime in chorus over rooftops And cough up the poisonous ideologies The phlegm made up of failed policies and The…
Sand falls from the sky Scouring the oxygen and Melting under the heat Of the far too bright sun The grit scrubs our faces Until we are sinewy Muscled skeletons Turning our bones Into prisms of glass One false step and we fall Covering the ground In colorful shards of Reflective mirrors Until the world…
Written by: Hastywords And this is my blog 🙂 We look for love Inside lines And rows Of prose And poetry It speaks Beautifully Fluently In many languages Sometimes lyrical And often in rhyme Eloquent words Strung passionately Across the wires Caressing the heart Feeding the soul But it’s only fuel The match waiting To…
Her eyes flew open And black fear Sprang to life and jumped From her pupils Adrenaline pumped Fast and hard Into every breathing cell Supercharging them Killing some with demands Animating her still body Into a pliable marionette She threw off the covers Texted her boss an apology And high-tailed her arse Adrenaline still pumping…
. I could write a million words. Pick up my pen every single day. Let every emotion spill on to the page until the end of time. And I still wouldn’t be able to capture how much you mean to me.
Phantom steps…  steps…  steps… Walk around his bed at night He smiles, half asleep, knowing He was loved and taken care of Time warps itself around him Carries him too often from here And he longs for those moments Between sleep and wake Where he can feel her presence Pretend for just a few more……
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”…
I am perceived and divided. You see me as bound by history. A set of experiences chaining me to the railway. Boundaries marked. Respect tried and failure too often won. Knots tied but carefully unraveled. I am but your servant. Your true beloved, And so much more as my duty has been sworn. Because of…
I stood still Invisibly quiet A bystander A witness To an atmosphere Gaining tension Not me, no way It wouldn’t be me Tipping the scale The precarious needle Into the red territory Crimson delicacy Marking danger Overloaded Overheated Over the limit Voices were angry And so very loud Eyes were enraged Focused and wide Yet…
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