Dear daughter: You my love Are a woman And that means You will be told things Some will be true And many more will not The only thing You must do Is to find yourself Who are you? What you stand for? And know you are strong That you have options And when you don’t You get creative…
Some seriously talented guys wrote and performed this. It inspired me to write poetry. I hope you enjoy them both. And maybe share the video for me so they are inspired to create more fun stuff for us. Let’s just take a break from the election stuff and laugh for a bit. 🙂 Innocent space Opened…
When you are dead You don’t care That blemish Just a blemish Your weight Just a number The gossip Just stories The haters Just puppets When you are dead The dreams Are just movies The hopes Just a waste of time The work Just distraction When you are dead If you could wish And you…
Steps They are important They carry you From point A To point B From the start To the end From danger To safety From pain To…. Steps They are important But they can’t Rid your heart Of the pain That stays Always
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…
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