HastyWords's Blog, page 136
March 26, 2014
Depression
I found another poet for everyone to fall in love with!
Originally posted on frankdavenport86:
Have you ever heard the emptiness of a door closing
The wisdom of despair echoing
Have you seen the world appear so dark
Though the sun is shining?
Have you ever felt it where every noise, every voice
Is just meaningless
Just so loud without reason?
Have you ever watched a bird eating
And wished you were the worm?
Have you ever felt so defeated
Every breath, every sound feels so irritating?
Depression.
It’s like you’re drowning in emptiness
You feel like you can’t get enough air
You keep going for deep breaths
But you’re not sure you even want to
Because you don’t know if you really want to be there
© Frank Davenport
GREY SHADES
Every emotion seems to ride its own tidal wave. Sometimes my own poetry re-speaks to me and comes into crash into land again.
Originally posted on Hastywords:
I try to search for the opposite of me
But the image I seek keeps ghosting
I am grey shades built on blurry lines
They are infinite and hard to define
Trembling naked without any covers
I feel myself shivering from shame
How did I end up in this sinful space
What happened to the innocence
To the beautiful skin of my youth
Should I acknowledge the decay
To the festering, growing discontent
Should I ask the God to whom I pray
To lend me his eyes, to show me the way
I am sure in his eyes I would find
There is no opposite of me
I am grey shades built on blurry lines
That are infinite and hard to define
A body in a world of shifting shapes
I am changing spirit, an adaptation in time
WHOLE AGAIN
Often I look back
And pretend I see you there
And I’m whole again
HISTORICAL US
I don’t pay attention
As much anymore
To whom you talk to
Who you flirt with
Or who feeds your ego
I’ve stopped wondering
What you are thinking
I’ve stopped being amazed
At how clever you are
I will admit though
I might linger in my email
A bit too long
Hoping to see your name
And sometimes
My heart still quickens
When my mind tricks me
And I think I see…
Nope false alarm
Not you there
But for the most part
The distance is growing
My heart is healing
And those scars you left
Will be mere words
Added to my history
March 25, 2014
A LOOK AT LAURA A LORD- a review
We each have a story and that story is written in chapters. Each chapter is grounded in history and hope for the future. Whether we consciously think about it or not; we all consist of a beginning, a middle, and an end; and in many ways the middle is only filler. When I read a story it is the ending I am looking forward to, it is the end that makes the whole story worthwhile.
Recently, I met a very talented author when we wrote a duet together. She has published 3 books and is working on publishing a 4th. I read all four over the last week and each one was chock full of stories told in the form of prose and poetry sweeping me from one ending to the next and I was grateful for each new beginning.
Laura A Lord is a prolific author with a talent to plant worlds inside your head leaving you to dwell on them for days.
Wake Up a Woman
There are so many things I loved about this book. “Turning Out The Light” and “Perfect Squares” were my favorites with both being strong stories about moving on. There was a lot shared by Laura in each story and every poem. In every book Laura A Lord has published the one thing that stands out to me is the way she organizes her work in a seamless flow. She lets poetry and prose dance fluidly from start to finish.
History of a Woman
Laura A Lord has a way with words that draws you into each story and before you know it you are soul deep inside words as if you are the character yourself. All the stories and poems were good but I really loved “Time For Church”. I love the stories that draw you in but give you no hint where you are being led until you are in the moment living the pain as if it happened to you. I highly recommend this book.
The Telling
I loved this collection of short stories. I am a mom, a wife, a daughter, and a professional who is far from perfect. Perfect may not exist but through all the broken moments that arise so does the beauty of being a woman. These short stories tell the stories of women in various moments in various situations. I found myself written in between the chapters, shoulder to shoulder, with imperfection… part of the beauty Laura A. Lord created with this book.
Be sure to check out her website here.
HER BITING KISS
Morning dew
falls
from frosty lips
clinging
to silk
stretching
across
the morning sky
Legs
stretch
long and lean
upon
thin crystal beams
as her prey
squirms
caught
in her web
awaiting
the sting
of this
his final kiss
DUET?
Written by mcfcwolf and Hastywords
DUET?
you bet on
me to win
chained to the bed
you give in
and husband lurks
behind walk in closet doors
credit card receipts
from high class whores
DUET?
you’re wet
I slide in
depths of the morning
until the
evening
skin bite marks
indentations
suffocating
masturbation
and video cameras
hidden
the whole you kept
forbidden
now
you give freely to me
DUET?
we cling
to skin we can’t repair
scream
into hands
clasped
tight
upon salted lips
leaving
behind
items folded
in pockets
left UN-mended
until every
stitch comes undone
DUET?
I wake
with swollen memories
diluted and filtered
by open skylights
you naked
exposed to day
discovery
eminent
as the clock
carries
our duet
beyond
these
hidden doors
now hurry
he is coming
I must wash these floors
The Angry Fall
Very happy to be posted at Tipsy Lit today. And love the picture they picked to accompany the poem. Check it out.
March 24, 2014
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 a sonnet, short
Would its voice be rhythmic
Angelic lyrics on notes of calm
Or would it be cadenced chaos
Sowing chords of agitated tones
Marching on, all colors mute
I fear the pace, cut-time trip
Swinging on the minute hand
Hemisphere left, to slow it down
Circling ever onward, hypnotizing
Spinning tales into treasured gold
I realize I am a child of this measure
The stories won’t run out or go untold
If ever time will grant me word or song
I will take it, a gift as scarce as itself
A promise to savor every uttered note
Man’s only true master, untamed foe
SOULS SET FREE by Kimmie Easley – A review
I’ve been doing a bunch of soul searching as of late. I woke up recently and looked around only to realize how much has changed for me this last year. The scenery is the same, the people are the same but so many things seem so different. I realized it was me that was different.
Last May, I met a beautiful lady at DFWCon; a writing conference we both attended. Her name is Kimmie Easley and she published a book shortly after the conference titled, Souls Set Free; which can be purchased here. I don’t know why it took so long to read her book but I am glad I finally did because Emma’s plight resonated deeply with me.
Souls Set Free is about a woman, Emma Carter who had almost given up on her life. She was blind to the blessings surrounding her and it took some pretty special timing to bring her back to life. This story is about a woman who had done her best to avoid any kind of soul searching because of the emotional pain it invited, but because of a phone call announcing that her mother had been murdered she was forced to relive and confront the past that was stealing her future.
There is so much honest emotion packed into this well written book. I have to be honest, I found myself putting the book down in many spots just to cry. I found much of myself in Emma; a character who at her core was fighting her demons to find healing. I would highly recommend this book if for no other reason than to see what a healing spirit looks like.
