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BLOGGY DESTINATION SPOT

Today I am participating in Blog Tour Monday; so in a way my blog is an actual bloggy destination spot.  David Ellis at Too Full To Write asked me to be your tour guide today and before I finish this post I will be introducing another blogger who will continue Blog Tour Monday next week. Thank you David for thinking of me!

First thing is first though.  I am not exactly sure where this tour began but if you click here on the post David did last Monday he has listed a few previous bloggy destination spots that you might want to visit soon.  A few of the previous participants have been , Jo Nicel, Louise Swingler, Dr Steve Hollyman, Graeme Shimmin, Sara Jasmon, David Hartley, and Emma Yates Bradley.  Please support our fellow writers and visit their blogs.

Like most tours this one also has a script where I am supposed to answer questions. Personally, I find it hard to write about my self unless it is in a more poetic and abstract way but here goes:

Where have you been?  Well I have been right here blogging nearly every day. I like to take a break on Saturday and give my mind a vacation, instead I am busy taking care of everything I didn’t have time to do during the week.  I write on my drive to work mostly and have been honked at more than once lingering at a stop light to long.  Oops.   I know, I know it is all kinds of annoying but I don’t text (or write) and drive.  I write on my lunch break when I can.  I write mostly on Sundays though.  Sunday is the day I sit and look at the notes I wrote during the week of what I wanted to write but didn’t get time. This doesn’t always work though because most of my feelings are fleeting therefore if I don’t write it is a lost opportunity.  Recently, I have published two books which you can find by checking out my PUBLISHED section.

What am I working on?  I am working on publishing a collaborative work and I am super excited because it is the first one I have ever done.  I have a photographer who will be interpreting poems I write into pictures.  I can’t wait for people to see his work because I think he is amazing.

How does your writing differ from others in your genre?  I am not sure how to even answer this one.  It is poetry and poetry is such an individual thing that just being in the genre of poetry makes it unique.  In my opinion there are so many, much more talented, poets than I.  In fact almost every time I read poems written by another person I have to forget I am a poet.  If I compare my writing to others I would surly have stopped writing by now.  In fact I just re-read the sentence above where I referred to myself as a poet, even that sounds obnoxious.

I had another blogger tell me once the only reason people read my poetry, or even stop by my blog, were because of the pictures I posted with each piece.  I used to post a picture I photo shopped of myself that accompanied the feeling of the piece I wrote.  I still do but now I try to mix it up a bit.  I had others tell me it seemed conceited or egotistical.  All I know is in the beginning the blog was about me, my feelings, my life….me.  So in a way it was conceited and I guess that is what made/makes my writing unique.

Why do I write what I do?  I write to purge those things that make me anxious.  Writing has been the best way to fight my anxiety and has also prevented me from severe depression.  I still get anxious or depressed but writing has definitely helped me acknowledge the feelings that cause them and therefore battle them more effectively.  My written voice and the responses from those that read my thoughts create a powerful army inside my head.

How does my writing process work?  I used to try to ignore and drown out the voice of anxiety and depression in my head with music but the voices just get louder and more insistent the longer I try to avoid them.  Silence is never silent.  Now, I listen very intently to the voices and I try to write what they are saying in as few words as possible.  Just the process of trying to find the right words to describe how I am feeling makes me look deeper, listen harder, to what is going on inside my head.  Even when I am writing a duet with another person I am drawing on emotions and feelings I used to try to leave untouched.

Thank goodness that is it for the questions because I want to introduce your tour guide for the next Blog Tour Monday.  Laura A Lord has written several books and I am happy to say I read every single one of them these last two weeks.

She has a way with words that draws me into the worlds she writes. Her books are full of short stories and poetry weaved together to create a bigger story with a big voice.  Please visit her blog HERE where you will find her books and how to order as well as so many other awesome posts and contributions she has made to the blogging community.  OH and definitely look for her post next Monday, March 31st, for the Blog Tour.

Laura A Lord is also about to publish another brilliant book and you can help her by checking out this link.  http://pubslush.com/books/id/2192

Thanks for stopping by and thank you David Ellis again for thinking of me!

Teach Me Empathy

hastywords:

I am speechless and overwhelmingly happy to read this review. My greatest hope in writing Depression’s Dance was to shed a little bit of light on how LOUD depressions voice could be. Thank you so much Laura for reading and for listening. xoxo And for the record Imagine Dragons: Demons is one of my favorite songs.

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A little while back I threw myself into a project that terrified me. After multiple attempts at joining my writing with another’s, and being burnt every time, I once again gave it a shot. I wrote to a woman here on WordPress, someone whose poetry was unspeakably beautiful, and asked to write a duet with her. I could only be speaking of the wonderfully talented

Hastywords

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I didn’t get burned in the process. She was amazing. In fact, you can see our masterpiece here on her site.

By the time this was finished, I had both of her books on my Kindle and she had mine and we were happily diving into the world each other had painted.

I had to start at the beginning. I picked up Darker Side of Night and went through my nightly routine.

Fill the bathtub.

Pour some wine.

Soak away all the…

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PEEL BACK

Mcfcwolf writes in such a way that intimidates me.  Here is our latest duet together and I am grateful he pushes my confidence.

Written by mcfcwolf and Hastywords
sex appeal
back the skin
plays on words
we are in
altered forgotten
states
chained to beds
backdoor gates
I see tri-color
lust
I feed a want
and must
continue
to inhale
every ounce of you
sex appeal
I feel
so in tune
with the image
the need
the hue and tint
effects
your body
it wants me
our limbs
perplexed
by sunshine giving way
to violent moonlight
sex appeal
you have it
I’m wrapped up tight
inside
every pixel
every curve
ink dots
calling
the traces
of my finger
to linger
sex appeal
holding
my attention
your looks
a still
erecting
consequences
upon
a moving canvas
baby you’re the fire
we fan this
flame
into a game
you bite my
neck
scream my
name
it is
delicious
raging
subliminal
real
this is u
and me
in one image
this is
sex appeal

LOVE SUCKS

Right now my mind is running a marathon.  It is thirsty for answers in a world where answers like to hide. Only those brave enough to search the shadows are victorious.  I am neither brave or fit enough for another battle so soon.  I must rest but in doing so the enemy will be unleashed to do its damage unhindered.

I want to act out
To scream
To tell the world
How unfair it is
But the wind
Just blows all
Of my words away
I want to feel
The razor sharp edge
Of the end of the earth
As I leap into the universe
But the earth
It just rolls away
I want to cry
And have the shoulders
Of the globe shake
Big gigantic sobs with me
But the rivers
They just carry my tears away
So I sit and watch
As everything continues on
The birth of life
And the breath of death
And so on… and so on
Day in… day out
Until the sun
Sets everything on fire
And ash is all that is left
To be carried away
And absorbed into
The suffocating dark

WHISPERING TWILIGHT

hastywords:

The act of falling IN LOVE is addicting. When two people fall IN LOVE and can be IN LOVE more than not then I believe they have been gifted magic.

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The feeling starts soft

Inside places dark and quiet

Butterflies of anticipation

Swallowed and caged

No place to go, yearning to fly

Your face, those eyes, that smile

Paralyze my thoughts

Control my every fantasy

Every whim my body seeks

Can be found in those three things

Your fingers charged with electricity

Wake my muscles from slumber

Fueling a stored up thirsty passion

Begging for you to feel me

As you dip your head to kiss me

Your world melds with mine

And every butterfly inside me

Flies free into the world of our creation

A world full of passionate suns

Where moons fill every sky

A place we can swim in peaceful waters

And each day promises to end

With the most beautiful whispering twilight

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A LIFE BORN FROM MUD

Daily Prompt : That’s Amore

Your hand reached into the mud
And although I was ready to stay
To sink into the dark cold it gave
I reached back and let you save me
You cleaned off all the grimy muck
Removed all the rust from my face
And after some time my heart beat
And my lungs began to work again
At first it hurt me to watch you try
I was used up and you didn’t care
I was disregarded, thrown away
But you made me feel brand new
You were my inventor, my teacher
And together we created lives
One by one by one they were born
My life had more meaning
Than I had ever dared to dream
My beautiful children grew
And became their own creators
And then the rains came again
To reclaim the soul that escaped
Turning solid ground into a gritty mire
You decided you were grateful
That you loved me but you were bored
Your hands began to tarnish me
Your eyes began to ignore me
Your voice became indifferent
Your body became a ghost
Disappearing into a crowd
Full of new inventions, new intentions
All my, I love you’s, began to echo
Upon empty bedroom walls
And although I cried heavy angry tears
My pillow absorbed them all
I knew this time I would save myself
As my decorated walls reminded me
What a glorious life I’ve lived
And
What beauty can come from mud

 

THE HASTY TRADITION

I love traditions. I love to keep them and l love to create them. I think sometimes that my entire day is planned around tradition. Some people might call them routines but if you stick with a routine long enough it becomes tradition. My family didn’t really have a strong tradition regarding names but when I got married my husband’s side did.

Tradition holds that each first male son would be given the middle name Hasty. This is a generations old tradition beginning in 1856 with Margaret Hasty.  It was a beautiful tradition until now.  My husband and I were blessed with a girl and my husband’s brother has not had children. I suppose he could still have a child but most likely the tradition has ended with my husband.

Many bloggers and friends have asked why I chose the pen name Hasty. I may not have a son I can pass that name on to but I wanted to at least honor my husband’s ancestors in some way. I know several people don’t love the name but I do and I will use it proudly. In a way; it works well because it perfectly describes how I write.

Who knows… maybe my daughter will have a son someday and the tradition will be re-instated.

AND YOU… WHO CUT MY SOUL

Written by Saira Kashyap and HastyWords
♥
I write…
These words I scribble
They empower me
Enlighten me, recreate me
I write…
Instead of fighting you
I fight instead, the demons
You set loose to end me
You know….
Those looks of contempt
Your shallow attempts
To shield your disdain
You know…
The pleasure you took
In making me cry
The unending sneers
You see…
The blood on my wrist
The tears on my cheeks
Staining my identity
You see…
The broken gazes
Disconnected glances
Worry beating me
But no…
The words on my paper
The pen I hold
Is the sword I wield
But no…
These words I create
Will fight with me forever
To protect me from the cold
And you…
Who cut my soul
I say sorry to you
For now I’m whole
 

LINGER INSIDE ETERNITY

DAILY PROMPT: LINGER

A clock ticks by silently somewhere, as clouds lazily pass overhead. Shoulder to shoulder, hand in hand we watch as slow currents of wispy cotton trails drift against a cerulean sky. Both of us lying on our backs observing time pass; not by the ticking hands upon a clock but by the waving of the sun and the nodding of the moon. We don’t make a sound more audible than a contented sigh. There is no need to talk because we know everything there is to know.  In this moment my soul is connected to you.  I know this feeling won’t last forever, everyone leaves eventually.  People move on just like the clouds above.  I know intuitively that this could be my last day, my last night before one of us would say our goodbye. This moment I have no reason to cry. And if I had my way this moment would last an eternity.

POSISUNTIVITY CHARGES

I cried for so long I am sure I stopped breathing

I didn’t want to breathe, I didn’t want to feel

I didn’t want to talk, I didn’t want to listen

I was fairly sure I could just will my life to end

You know… the whole “Mind over Matter”

But it doesn’t / didn’t work that way

I wished I could write my death and just hit send

Say my goodbye’s and when I was done…I was done

Those are the days I am thankful for now

Thankful I endured, thankful I survived

Thankful that I can say I fought the devil

And for a few moments after… the sun shined

A few minutes of sun on your face does wonders

Especially when you’ve been imprisoned in proverbial dark

We are batteries that soak up positive charges

To carry us into battle against life’s negativity