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DREADED BATTLE

I wrote this poem with a new duet partner.  This partner has been super patient while I took a small break to get my act together.  Check out the partner here.

Tides by HastyWords

Written by Fatima Naeem and HastyWords

♦

With aching fingers I searched

And scavenged the area around me

For the water beneath the sand

As the soft soil plunged me in deeper

Thirsting for my survival instinct

I tried not to let the wind knock me down

I buried my palms deep into the land

And stood looking over my shoulder

I watched the ocean dance the tango

That was when I knew I had won

Today would not be the day I drown

EMPATHIC LIVES

I can see things

Deep emotional things

Others can’t

Their eyes tell me stories

Only their heart can tell

Those with the saddest eyes

Have the most beautiful smiles

Nobody ever told them

It is ok to be sad

It is true…

In our society

Depression is weakness

We have to be funny

We either shine like the sun

Or we are banished into dark

But depression leaks out

When we are tired

Exhausted of pretending

And my friend

She was tired

She was exhausted

And

She cried in my arms

And I could do nothing

To wash away her scars

To eliminate her pain

And her agony found me

And I was tortured

In her name

 

FACEBOOKING MYSELF

LIKE MY NEW PAGE ON FACEBOOK  
www.facebook.com/hastywords
That is all
Please resume your day
And
Thanks

MARKETING POETRY

 
I am told often
Nobody reads poetry
There isn’t a market
And never will be
Why would people
You or me
Spend money
To read poetry
If flows daily
From all humanity
I understand
I do
But
I love to write
And the way I see it
I only fail
If I don’t try
So whether or not
My books sell
And to be honest

My husband was right

They really don’t
However
There is still
Immense satisfaction
In knowing
I figured it all out
And I can say I did

 

I FEEL LIKE A FOOL

Have you ever been told

Something you loved

Believed in and cherished

Wasn’t special anymore

That you had ruined it

That the words you wrote

That the words they wrote

Weren’t anything

Never really were

You’ve been roped in

To believing

It wasn’t fiction

But…

The secret wasn’t hiding

It was my creation

An illusion

For my eyes only

Apparently

They kept me afloat

They gave me hope

Fueled my dreams

Helped me cope

I read them all again

One more time

But now they laugh

Every word I embraced

I feel like a fool

One last time

Before the flames

Of deception

Consumed me

Overwhelming me

Destroying me

Once holding my hand

Now left without a head

I erase the words

And start over again

Only my words this time

Only my words this time

Only my voice…

Oh God save me

I feel like a fool

KNOCKOUT

This isn’t a game
Where you can just roll the dice
It’s a four corner platform
Ropes ready to burn ya
Oh well, guess you didn’t realize
Sorry boutcha
The fight has been slated
Signed up, created
You wanted my attention
Pick a corner
And let’s get ready to go
Show me your rounds
You ridicule and blame
You spit out lots of names
But all those times
You thought you had me
On the ropes
Or down for the count
I just wanted to get up and pounce
But I backed down
Let you wear yourself out
Because pound for pound
Your muscle won out
I rolled with the punches
Ignored the low blows
But those last jabs
They were sucker punches
So last round
Toe to toe
Here we go
Put your hands up
And get ready to brawl

SHE’S GOTTA GO

Just stop talking
I can’t listen
To its voice anymore
Blood pumping
Anger rising
Tired of voices
Attacking me
In this vicious dark
There isn’t just one
A gang of dissension
Rising in combat
Ready to kill me
I hope you know that
I’m trying my best
To don this armor
But it’s beatin to shit
And it’s no longer
Someone… blah blah blah
Something… blah blah blah
 I can count on
So I drop the weapons
And I pick up the shovel
Because it’s time to give up
To leave this battle
Keep moving… ha ha ha
Nothing to see here
I hope you know
I gave it my best
But this bitch
Has got to die
So I’m burying her
6 feet deep
Underneath this piled up heap
Of words that keep screaming
Cursing the world
She’s gotta go
She’s gotta go
She’s gotta go
Because if she don’t
Then I just don’t know

SELFIE LOVE

Inspired by this post I read on mcfcwolf

Angle, click

Smile or pout

Tits or no

Cover up

Strip down

De-clutter

Filter and crop

Ah yes, no longer me

I can be happy now

With what you might see

Or maybe

I won’t

Because someone

Always

Gets more likes

I’ll never measure up

In this selfie love

Society

IN LOVE ONCE

My heart wishes to say a few things to you

I love loved you

 Sometimes I forget the loved part

And I reminisce of how it felt to be in love

IN LOVE

I haven’t felt that for a while now

I suspect it’s common

After a broken heart

To lose that which is most important

To lose that feeling of safety, of comfort

IN LOVE

I haven’t felt that for a while now

But in the silent moments I remember

I feel special inside those past moments

And I have those moments hold me as I cry

And yes; tears fall when you aren’t around

IN LOVE

I haven’t felt that for a while now

And I panic sometimes realizing its absence

Knowing that resurrection is rare, unlikely

And I break down

Yes, it is all I know how to do

IN LOVE

Because I haven’t felt that for a while now

I’ve decided to bury it, let it go, forget

It is written in my diary of fairy tales, a myth

And maybe I can move on just knowing IN LOVE

Was once a part of what we had, a part of us

DANCE WITH MY DEVILS

TwinDaddy always seems to know when I am going through Stuph.  Even though I know he is always there for me I don’t and probably never will reach out for help with anything I am trying to sort out.  It just isn’t me but he doesn’t let “I’m fine” stop him from being an amazing friend and eventually making me laugh.  I appreciate his friendship and the many other close friends I have come to love.  Thank you TwinDaddy for this last dance.

Dance with devil sketch by AnnyALice

Written by TwinDaddy and HastyWords


Harsh whispers gathered

Upon thin sheets of ice

Tiptoeing lines cracked

Ripping into torn pages

Dots creating a maze to be

Deciphered by deaf ears

Dark clouds whirl

Around my fragile heart

Damning secrets erode

Erase my sanity

Dying from the inside out

I seek an escape route

Screams pierce the stains

Left by razors of the past

Scars leading to dead ends

Leading to sharp wounds

Stitched up with copper wire

Waiting to electrocute me

All colors conspicuously vanish

Everything a different shade of gray

Clouds of agony angrily roil

Destructing my sculpted reality

My mind a war-torn wasteland

My heart bears those scars
 
And from a lettered sky filled with words

Silence parachutes me to the depths of hell

Love screams through the darkened abyss

But the growls of monsters swallow them

And I am left an empty vessel, an heirloom

Forgotten and left to dance with my devils