A poem By Briton Underwood 🙂 I yearn to find a home in your thoughts Let me nestle cozily next to your subconscious Like a dream you can’t remember But leaves a smile on your face all day I don’t want you to quite figure me out Like the words to a song you never…
  The guitar strums The rhythm slow Carrying us On musical bubbles Through night’s sky Shaded purple haze Dotted starry life A foreign journey To dreams uncharted I like how you move You step into me Stare into my eyes Do you like them? I hope so All they see is you Jumping clouds Fresh air filling lungs…
I don’t care what you think Actually, I really kind of do I could be crazy, could be sane My ideas might seem wrong Or maybe more clever than smart But I’m naked in front of you This is the real me, not a fantasy I don’t have a beautiful body And my face is…
Do you ever feel like you have a million things to say to a hundred different people but you don’t because you are afraid they won’t hear you? They won’t care? They won’t understand? We are becoming words on a screen. Body language is being left out. I can say I need help but you…
I hate someone. I am not proud of it. Hate is like a tick I can’t get rid of. I don’t enjoy the feeling and I don’t like its all consuming nature. I have tried forgiving this person I hate for her careless judgements and her senseless attacks but it’s hard. It is hard because…
Our relationship wouldn’t last long I could see the end before it even began I knew that truth even as I held out my hand Your eyes were speaking volumes Damaged they said Handle with care they said Your words carefully guarded Small hesitant snippets here Carefully thought out sentiments there You need my help,…
On the 18th of November I will be starting a new series on relationships. I have some amazing, AMAZING pieces so far and I can’t wait to share them with you. If you have a piece you would like to contribute you can submit it by email to hastywords@gmail.com . You may send anonymously if…
My #BeReal guest today is Mark Schutter I have known Mark for over a year and he writes beautiful poetry. He even sent me a first verse once and we took turns writing this poem CEMETARY VISIONS. Today he used his poetic skill to write about being real. Thank you Mark for this submission.  THIS…
My #BeReal guest today is Denise Geelhart. For years, all I could think about was suicide. Then, one day, on Friday, September 13, 1996, after failing to overdose the night before, I found myself standing on an 11th story hotel balcony overlooking a beautiful beach and Diamond Head. In a moment of complete fear and…
I love when poetry tells a story but even more when it makes you feel. The great thing about this poem is how “Punk Rock Papa” Briton Underwood put himself in another gender’s shoes. WALK OF SHAME by Briton Underwood If these city streets could talk They’d speak about your late night walks And the…
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