Written by Steven Clapp and Hastywords He stood angry; freezing Watching them leave Hurried footprints marking Their narrow escape Leaving him to grieve Their witnessing voices And the dead silence he Couldn’t bring. ♦ Over blood and ice; His eyes follow into Tomorrow’s endless night, Where the wraith of regret Would lie in wait…
Another duet with Toad. I love writing with Toad and discovering all the places we can go. Also, he has moved blog addresses so follow his new blog here! Written by Chris Jensen and HastyWords We attempt a dream of a fantasy throughout the inner child’s eye imaginativeness twinkle upon a wish we gleam. …
Written by Lizzi and HastyWords The sun trickled magically down Lighting the very tips of my toes Oiling my skin with glowing warmth Glittering in the air between those Canopies of red and orange blurred As my eyes searched for morning I didn’t know; my ears had not yet heard The blackbird’s cry of warning…
Written by Mark Schutter and HastyWords Visions of memories long since lost Silent voices cry from beyond the looking glass Frozen emotions flow like rivers of ice Eyes of stone gaze upon pacification by force Ancestors once prayed long and hard For the freedoms they hoped would endure But time ticks away all false pretenses…
Check out this wonderful new duet partner! WRITTEN BY HARSH AND HASTYWORDS I lived inside fuzzy dreams Behind old shredded drapes Held captive by irrationality And broken by all my regrets Darkness surrounded me, And pain shattered my soul, Yet, I stood there, powerless. Hoping that someday, I’ll be happy. But someday…
Jonathan Ojanpera is a freelance journalist, blogger, poet, musician, and photographer. Besides contributing to several non-mainstream news sites he has just published his first book titled, “The Watch”. I have had the privilege of collaborating on a few duets and as evidenced by his blog he has a talent for writing poetry. Jonathon’s book shows…
Written by Primal Night’s and HastyWords She presses her breath gently from her lips Unaware that she had been holding it in The quiet breaks slowly; a sad sort of beauty Numbness threatens every bony limb And chills the length of her spine As he fills her tub with liquored sin She stills…
WRITTEN BY OFF DUTY MOM AND HASTYWORDS Waxy colors rained down Turning bright colors Of greens, reds, and blues Into those of muddy brown. And in war and strife, I drop anchor here In this sea so soft with murk, Thinking of how much better it is to let the children…
Take a peek at this cool girls blog: words4jp. I feel like we are kindred spirits in many ways but mostly because, like me, she puts her emotions into poetry. I am lucky to be one of her fans. If you like cute pet pictures she has those too! 🙂 …
I think we all, as women, have that moment we are treated like a slut and made to feel like meat or an object. It happens quite often and very rarely does it make us feel special or beautiful. Is that how men think it makes us feel? Do they mean to be demeaning? Just…
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