You fall onto me A ghost from the ceiling Picking memories As if a strand of melodies Your hands search As if you’ve known me And I wonder Did you? Faint words land like tears Upon the pillow by my ears And your kiss just a whisper I cannot feel And I realize It’s me…
Originally posted on FEARING CRAZY:
He confidently took her hand A stranger with no name And whispered “Come with me” a bit hesitantly I complied Because his smile harpooned me And his whisper Created a sense of sheer urgency His heartbeat Pounded in her palm, full sentences Between strong Fingers laced as if glued in…
Originally posted on Nicole Lyons :
I have been following Hastywords’ blog and Facebook page for quite some time now and I am completely in awe of her honesty, sincerity, and compassion. She is a beautiful person inside and out. Hastywords is beyond talented and writes with such courage and a soul stirring voice. She opens her heart and…
Inside this crazy acid denim destiny I painted all my dreams on pavement And skinned up both my knees Threads hanging from skies of gold Tangled up like ornamental knots Weave brows to bone I cannot tweeze And I weep into liturgical vessels Wondering how I will ever keep Those who have become my trestle…
Because we all have our walls! I crash so hard into all your walls Breaking bones as your voice calls Racing to find you my heart stalls Searching rooms dark and small Constantly stopping in every hall Yelling over furniture far too tall Under beds and tables I crawl Just know… I will find a…
Laura A Lord is one of the first female poets who captivated me with her raw strength. She continues to tell stories that captivate my attention and she just came out with a new book that I hope you will take time to order and read! She is beautifully creative and she will keep you…
She swallows stars Creating darkness Where daydreams Used to be Painting pictures On concrete walls Swirling creations A stark diary of her Black hole nights Void of vibrancy Am I still beautiful? She whispers To the ants marching Along the crevices Among the cracks Carrying her life One speck at a time Until she is…
Some stories get told and they can’t find rest inside your soul. The stories fight like ghosts trying to find a way out. Well… This week I read two stories that have left a huge battalion of ghostly visions inside my mind and writing is my way of making sense of it. The stories are hard…
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…
Earth dropped away from feet long gone No more structure or truth to rely on I knocked on the doors of a million stars Begging them to let me in To light my path, give me a place to begin But then the stars fell away into a dark sea And tidal waves of gravity…
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