Beginnings are sneaky You can avoid them But the chaos finds ways To wrap them up Disguising them in nerves And butterflies And swimming thoughts Lacing them in hopes And icing them with dreams But underneath everything They hide nasty secrets Covered so cleverly In sparkles and glitter Ribbons and bows It is hard to…
If we were vines I would wrap around you And I would strengthen you You would grow higher More sturdy and sure And you would bloom And I would bloom Together We would bloom But as most vines do You would also be free To branch out And see what there is Of a 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…
. 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.
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…
There will be many Who will love your smile They will tell you jokes Just so they can claim it There will be many Who will love your eyes Will want to dive deep Into the magic they hold There will be many Who will love your heart They will try to mark it Etch…
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…
I look out and see a meadow covered in fog. It is as if the whole world is sad and the earth is listening. My brain can relate. Depression feels like that fog. Drifting silent above the world. Alone yet not. An atmosphere confused and heavy. But then the sun comes out and things begin…
The smooth surface feels like glass Pressed hard against my wet cheek Shapes dancing just inside memories Behind curtains of shame and regret I see shifting blurs race to and fro Dripping down the canvas of yesterday Stripes that don’t last, or change Bright spots that linger when you blink Peeling itself off the tapestry, alive…
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