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…
These knives drip cerise history The life blood of past martyrs Have been absorbed by sandy gravel Knives crafted to feed our names To our virgin soil; our earth Tilling our plots of land into stories We will create our own sacred ground
For awhile I held on to the belief things would be ok. I felt I knew you well enough and you knew me… and somehow we meant enough… and we would be ok. I may wonder, now and then, where I would be now if we had never met; but I never wish we had…
If you meant the words you spoke Wouldn’t I feel them somehow? So far gone I couldn’t hear you anyhow Mouth moving, hands jumping My fingers touched your lips…stop Eyes begged you to find someone else I strip off all that the world offers The earrings you bought To match our wedding ring The necklace…
The house was so dark and quiet Not one voice was left to haunt her She put her bag on the counter Left the mail scattered and untouched Undressing as she walked along First her pants, then her silky blouse Leaving a trail throughout her house No matter… she said to herself The bathroom…
SLOW MOTION by Hastywords Anxiety Infects her thoughts Holding her hostage Screening and erasing Her cries for help Fear Riddles her with angst Constantly chastising Rendering her helpless To its mindless chatter Irrationality Hijacks her emotions Running high speed Full throttled attack Beating her senseless Depression Sends in its battalion Of whispering ants Surrender this…
I’ve been trying Head down Fingers nimble Quilting phrases Mind focused Turning my words Inside out Searching them Owning them Teaching them To be kinder More considerate More inspiring More motivational But they mock me Laughing until Their echoes Sound like screeching Fingernails Inside my head I want to give up I need to give…
***trigger warning rape content*** Sometimes I don’t think about it at all and sometimes I can’t let it go. This is to all my friends who don’t understand why I can’t feel their compliments. Sometimes the beautiful words hurt and it isn’t your fault because you probably mean them. I don’t FEEL or RELATE…
This duet is surrounded by a story written by Christopher De Voss with Long Awkward Pause. The picture is of my friend Kristina Hickman and taken at an abandoned rail maintenance station in El Reno, Oklahoma. I really love how this simple duet turned into a complete piece of mixed media. Please visit Long Awkward…
Written by mcfcwolf and HastyWords The noise was too loud inside my head the sounds reverberated like a dozen beat boys speaking street My vein so punctured that the beat of my heart was critically low yet these sounds like stars at night they show me which way to go Who is this inside…
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