I am going to be a bit vulnerable today before I introduce today’s guest. Her post inspired me to do some of own internal reflecting. I am just now getting back into the swing of working out again. I could work out at home, and do on occasion, but I hate it. There is really…
Please take some time to visit C. Burks. Thank you for your endless patience! Written by C.Burks and Hastywords Her knuckles were gnarled Much like that of an aging pine And her whispers whistled With a hollow breezy whine With missing patches of bark Resembling the scars of life Tell the tale of an unbroken…
Today I am happy to be a part of the blogging world so I can bring you the beautiful guest blogger…Beth Teliho. Read her words, and be fearless… FEAR WON’T WIN by Beth Teliho I have a confession. Sometimes I’m scared shitless. SHIT. LESS. I have a fiction novel publishing in a few months. The…
Helena sent this to me one night via email. I had to share. So many of us have been in this place… Written by Helena Hann-Basquiat Blink and you’ll miss me Turn away and I’ll be gone What am I? This isn’t a riddle it’s an identity crisis that for lack of a mirror…
Sometimes you put something out into the universe and something brilliant comes from it. Please visit Dodgysurfer’s Blog and read the post that THEN YOU WILL… inspired. I love it!
Originally posted on pushing our limits:
Stride by sivel120001 via DeviantArt.com My fingers press against the cold glass causing the area just around them to fog from my warmth. I’d love to break this glass that tells me I’m not pretty enough, sexy enough, skinny enough… I’d love to break it and cut away 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…
Written by JStewart413 and HastyWords At times I can’t tell If I’m walking Upside down As I drown In seas Of evergreens My hair Rooted to the ground And my feet Lost in the clouds It’s all so Very mixed up Confusing As I watch The stars Sparkle To the beating Of my heart…
You get a bit of stream of consciousness today because I can’t bring these thoughts together into anything of worth. This isn’t a plea for anything…just a need to let my thoughts free. I am not a writer. I am an emotional person who feels deeply and yearns for connection. I string words together well…
WRITTEN BY ST MARY AND HASTYWORDS Thrown into a role for survival This couldn’t be further from me It killed my art and my pride Is it any wonder I’m always anesthetized? The days don’t belong to me And my dreams, well… They are stored inside drawers of metal Inside folders filed and alphabetized Killing…
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