#BeReal-MY RELATIONSHIP WITH TIME

Time. We manipulate it somehow.  The world does. Or society does with our schedules and our routines.  Our calendars and the way we mark off the years.  The way we pencil in meetings and make plans that we either rush towards or cancel. Time. It is the one constant. A rigid passing that we can…

THE LONGEST NIGHT

I have been wanting to post this for awhile now and today seems like a great day to do it.  Thank you Jerry for sending this poem to me and for being a good friend.  Written by DodgySurfer   Dark is the night And long it lasts My demons dwell On matters past   I…

MORTAL PLIGHT

WRITTEN BY JSTEWART413 AND HASTYWORDS This thing Called time It gives As it takes You can outrun A bullet But time You never will It laughs In the face Of the clock’s Ticking hands Because It simply Doesn’t listen To human Demands As it constantly Reminds us It’s out of our hands Yet We continue…

A POETIC BEACH QUARTET

Today the Sage family and the Hasty family went to North Hampton for a day at the beach.  I have to say HastyKid is a natural and is dreaming of becoming the next big surfer girl.  She had a blast riding the waves with Sage Jr and after getting buried in the sand, Sage Jr…

STORY TIME

Written by Johnny Ojanpera and HastyWords I wonder what time would say If I asked it to tell me a little story Would it pick one I have heard Or would it sing a well-worn lullaby Persistent silence played again Will only bore me like a chore Surely something in between A fairy tale or…

PENDULUM

This duet is a bit different.  meticulousmick is an amazing photographer and so we used one of his pictures to write this duet.  Last time he took the picture and I wrote the poetry but this time he also wrote with me.  I love love love how this turned out and I hope you do too. …

STALLED

Written by BusyMindThinking and HastyWords ◊ There was a clock It was crying in my dreams It was ticking but the hands They had both stopped It made me sad For its purpose Its reason, its destiny Sat motionless Stalled, upon the wall ◊ I thought that I was sleeping Yet my eyes were opened…