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HIS LAUGHTER

Happiness is a fleeting thing, Sally, but I think that a man can come closer to it by directing the forces of his life to a single goal that he believes in. And I think that a man’s personal search for happiness is not really a selfish thing, either, because by achieving happiness himself, he can help others to find it. Does that make sense to you? - Linus, You’re a Good Man Charlie Brown

It was always
just the two of us
thick as thieves we were.
I was short, pudgy, soft;
he was tall and gangly thin,
with a Linus like disposition.
He was always laughing.
Sometimes…
at nothing at all but
laughing; nonetheless.
People stopped asking
“Why do you laugh?”,
because he would
just laugh some more.
It was always a production,
his mouth would crease,
eyes would light up,
and his cackle would start
slow at first and choppy
like a lawnmower starting;
then he would whir
to full power until
the world laughed with him.
It was contagious,
it was beautiful
and
it was funny.
It was funny every time.
Nobody ever shushed him
and the day he died
the world stopped
to listen for him on the wind
and when nothing came
we all cried.
Until…
I laughed.
I laughed quiet at first and
I could hear a bird reply.
I laughed louder because
in my laughter I could hear his.
I remembered
how his laugh made me feel.
I laughed as everyone watched
in shock as I landed on my back
looking up at heaven.
I knew he would be proud.
One by one the people gathered
began to laugh through tears;
his friends, his teachers,
his neighbors, his parents
all laughed until their tears
were no longer from sadness
but from the joy this boy
my friend, my first love
had shared with them.

 

 

 

 

THANK YOU FOR WRITING

So many writers and bloggers are brave enough to bare their souls to create a community of shared experiences.  I would personally like to say THANK YOU to you because you do make a difference!

You don’t know me

But you write words

I can feel

You write thoughts

That come alive

Speaking boldly

Without a voice

But with a deep

Resonating

Beat inside me

Somewhere between

My heart and my brain
You don’t know me

But you save me

With every letter

You reach out

Holding me

Asking me to stay

Reeling me back

From uncertainty

So thank you…

For writing

DROWNING IN DREAMS

Written by Fatima Naeem and HastyWords

Her eyelashes flutter, like ruffled feathers
As sunshine peeks into her dreams
Searching for that one truth she longed for
Looking for the innocence lost for love
Reliving that first kiss again and again
In the park on the most perfect spring day
The sun shining beautifully bright
It’s kiss of warmth against her cheeks
Oh…
That kiss made her feel so vibrant
How could such a simple touch
Make her feel so much more than alive
Like an eagle soaring for the first time
Going against the impossible wind with ease
Getting higher above everyone and everything
Then…
Just when she thought she had touched the sky
The dream always faded into a vast black abyss
She’d try to stay but always awoke with a start
Taking reality in one bleak, sad second at a time
Tears would blur her vision, followed by her cries
Because in this world she was left behind, alone
As her one true love battled with death and died
Though it had been more than a year ago
These damn dreams laced her future with her past
How she wished they would just end, let her go
She needed to move on and live again, start over
But…
How could she go on if the only time she felt alive
Was inside a dream with a man who was long gone
How could she move on and find a new dream
When she loved the dream she had, she still has

FROZEN

Eyes open

Slowly

Upon a broken sky

Shards dance

Hypnotically

Upon jagged

Beams of light

Highlighting

And tinting

Silver strands

Cracking

Like lighting

Expanding

And contracting

Birds fly past

Pecking at the

Future’s eyes

Their beaks

Crystal

Their feathers

Glass

Defeating cries

That sound like

Laughter

Getting lost

Inside wine glasses

Shaped

Like mouths

Waiting to shout

As apprehension

Crowds

Into barren lands

Covering

Silhouettes

Made of ice

VLOG ATTACK

I may bring it back… I should have eased into it but every time I see me…talking on the screen, I want to cry and I can’t explain why but for now I need to breathe and soon I will bring it back when the panic subsides.

i couldn’t do it

i freaked out

panic attack

it’s like a monster

it looks like one

it talks like one

it’s different

in frozen stills

more maneageable

but put a voice to it

and i can’t

well…

you saw it

and you’ll never

be able to unsee

my face moving

for the world to see

i wanted to be brave

to put the real me

on display

but it’s too much

and too horrible

and i like you

and i want you

to like me back

i hope it’s not too late

to lie…and say

what you saw

what you see

what you heard

what you hear

it isn’t me

damn…this insecurity

ATTEMPTING NOIR

hastywords:

A year ago today I wrote this for the Daily Prompt.

Originally posted on Hastywords:

NaPoWriMo Daily Prompt – Day 8 – Poetic Noir

I was lost in the city

The alleys were quiet

And the homeless

Were wandering

In this part of town

The streetlights

Stopped working

Broken long ago

By bullets or hoodlums

Or good old fashion

I don’t give a damn

The streets cobblestone

In dire need of patching

The recent rain rendering

Potholes hidden

Waiting treachery

For runners like me

I wasn’t sure where to run

But my fight or flight instinct

Gave me no other option

The man in the coat

He inhaled a long smoke

Before dropping the bud

And stepping it out

My friend told me to run

He was adamant no doubt

I took off in a flash

As the gunshots rang out

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#ASKMESTUFF ANSWERED

On April 1st Angelle and Aussa got together and answered the first #askmestuff questions via vlog.  You can watch their vlog by clicking on either one of their names, or click here for their most current vlog. Besides being crazy beautiful and adorably silly they are amazing bloggers so check them out.

I decided to do mine in increments because I haven’t had much time to sit down to record or even write lately.  The videos are all over the place, sorry. They are all short and not sweet, cute, or adorable like our friends Rara or Angelle and Aussa’s have been.  I wrote the questions before each video so you can skip, choose, pick etc.  So for your viewing pleasure I introduce to you my unPhotoshopped self.  Be afraid…..

 

ARE YOU DOING ANYTHING FUN THIS SUMMER?

DO YOU HAVE A FAVORITE POEM AND WHY?

IF I COULD BE ANY ZOO ANIMAL WHAT WOULD I BE?

 HAVE YOU EVER BEEN EMBARRASSED TO READ A BOOK IN PUBLIC?

WHAT IS ONE THING ABOUT ME I WOULD NEVER APOLOGIZE FOR?

>WHAT BANDS DO YOU LISTEN TO WHEN YOU WRITE?

WHAT IS THE MOST UNPOPULAR, SMELLY, DAMAGING, LEAST ECO-FRIENDLY THING YOU LOVE TO LOVE?  Ironic was the word I was looking for…ugh.

POTY???

Goodbye until next time (maybe) :)

♦

OK I think that is enough for this time.  I did answer a few others but had trouble downloading them so I will put them on the next vlog.  If you have new questions feel free to #askmestuff via email hastywords@gmail.com or in the comments below :)  I will update this link as soon as I know who our next vlog will be by but my bet is on Laura Ashley Lords at History of a Woman.

THE PAIN OF SILENCE

hastywords:

Old feelings new day!

Originally posted on Hastywords:

In the beginning it was the silence

That held her in its arms

Embracing her body

Consoling her and absorbing her pain

Making promises to protect her

Eventually it was the silence

That stole her breath

Robbing her of words

Holding on to her secrets

Eventually it was the silence

That trapped her mind

Tormented her thoughts

And restricted her heart

In the end it was the silence

That imprisoned her

Stole her freedom

And pilfered her life

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Autumn Joy

hastywords:

I’ve been finding it hard to find time to write lately and this duet partner was super patient. His blog is full of absolutely beautiful and uplifting words. Enjoy our first duet.

Originally posted on iithinks:

Oranges and reds rustle out my window

As dawn reaches in and warms my skin

I lie in the sun, like leaves on the ground

Bathing in the light, worries wash away

Joy comes in the form of chattering geese

Carrying me from summer with their song

Breathing in the beauty of this perfect moment

Peace is flowing through the brisk autumn air

We change as the seasons do

In faith we must accept and grow

Footsteps land just outside the door

Reminding us there is so much more

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This was written in collaboration with the wonderful Hastywords at http://hastywords.wordpress.com/ It was an absolute pleasure working with her and I recommend checking her blog out!

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SLIPPERY NIPPLES AND STARRY NIGHTS

 

 

Vana Tallinn taken in Tallinn, Estonia. by HastyHusband

 

I got asked to do a guest post on The Well Tempered Bards

I thought it would be fun to write a poem using the names of several of my favorite mixed alcoholic drinks.  That isn’t all there is too it though, because the poem is about a married couple who is trying re-ignite a passion after many, many, many trying years together.  Hope you take a look and then come back and tell me what you think :)