Darkness sucks in a deep breath. I can hear it gasping for air. My air. As if it needs my life… to save it. I can see it pacing on the walls, Dripping from the ceiling above, And swallowing the floor below As the candle beside my bed dances. I close my eyes to a…
It was the turbulence Paired with a high velocity Waves of spinning motion Spiraling in conjunction With the flow of negativity Abundantly loud and chaotic Their emotions collided Collecting speed Grabbing debris Folding violent hate Into tornadoes of vitriol Vorticity revolving Around weapons Made up of spittle And condemnation The eye of a hurricane A…
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…
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
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.
Phantom steps… steps… steps… Walk around his bed at night He smiles, half asleep, knowing He was loved and taken care of Time warps itself around him Carries him too often from here And he longs for those moments Between sleep and wake Where he can feel her presence Pretend for just a few more……
Please welcome Don Ortolano to #BeREALationships. Where did this relationship between brothers start? Well, actually, it started before my younger brother, Robert, was even born. I recall the day well, even though it is in many ways, an eternity ago. It was one of those beautiful, cool sunny days in New York and I was…
Please welcome Jennifer Ortolano to #BeREALationships. I have always had issues with feeling good enough, feeling worthy enough, and well, just feeling enough. It is important to note that none of my issues stems from my childhood. My childhood was as close to perfect as one could get. You see, I believe I was born…
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