She doesn’t think about tomorrow Or fret about what life has in store Right now, she just believes in me She doesn’t think about the bills Or worry which brand is cheaper Because, for now I am her needs She doesn’t understand my reasoning For denying her so many of her desires But…
Written by HastyWords 12/27/12 Sometimes I HATE my inner dialog! Your Words dissolve Into pools Of deception Your Smile rots Leaving Teeth riddled With broken Torn up flesh Eyes hidden Behind a mask You are the The liar that Hides inside of me Torturing me With hope With dreams You tell me I will never…
I wrote this in April 2015 but it feels appropriate for today. See you next in 2016. xoxo Hasty After all the kicking And our bones Are finished breaking After all the cutting And our souls Are finished carving After all the crying And our tears Are finished shedding After all the burning And…
This was how I felt 4 months ago. So much can change so quickly. We lose ourselves and find ourselves over and over again. Hold tight… Don’t let go… Stay and fight… The lyrics I’ve already heard a thousand times are set on repeat The same sentiments over and over, camped out, taking a seat…
I’m inside four walls Locked and bolted Cemented inside Echoes from without Beg to get within As I lay on my back Pondering what’s been And focusing on how I’ll begin yet again Locked and bolted Inside these four walls
I wander through the hallways Straightening pictures that I took Smiling at the memories And every place we stood I’ll leave them hanging As I pack every single box There on the same wall With the same ticking clock I will leave the story written For others to erase Because I don’t have the heart…
Sometimes we all lose control Undiagnosed Hidden deep down Moving around In the underneath Snaking its way With insensitivity Prolonging emotions With turbulent chaos Acts of joy and love Riddled with shame Deep sadness Unrelenting anxiety No escaping barriers Foundational walls Built to protect Are falling in Rubble cascading Toward a mad demise Each betrayal…
I still believe in the magic of true love. Ice crystals formed White lace spiders Spelling out her name The house was dark The windows dirty Residents long gone She came to the house Decades ago a child Abandoned At the age of three Just another mouth to feed She came here Met the man…
Sins accent is thick and heavy Its eyes are dangerously dark It wears such a sexy smile The kind I dream about Sin begins to dance Taunting me with its sex Beautifully mesmerizing Its body whispering in the shadows Hands reaching for mine And just like that I am drawn into its arms It holds…
So many sad things happen to and around us that are completely out of our control. Parents getting older and having health issues, we are getting older having our own health issues, parenting woes, war, violence, financial worries, safety concerns, abuse, neglect. The list is endless. I also know there are some beautiful and amazing things…
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