HastyWords's Blog, page 142
February 17, 2014
I’M JUST NOT
Wanting this moment
To be good enough
Needing to feel you
To have you see me
But I cringe because
I am not good enough
Never good enough
Not for me….
Therefore not for you
February 14, 2014
ADONIS’S HANDS
*If you are looking for wall art I found and used a filter for the picture above. It is actually a piece you can buy here.
His mythical smile
Mesmerized angels
Goddesses to be sure
And the love for him
Left them feuding
In tortured jealousy
Mortal beauty spilled
Upon broken ground
Feeding ancient lines
Of lust into shadows
Envious gods frowned
As their lovers
Were obsessed
By Adonis’s hands
POETIC LIPS
Our lips meet
Kissing
More than once
Because
They are busy
Writing
Their own poetry
“Kiss me, and you will see how important I am.” ~Sylvia Plath
“Kissing is a means of getting two people so close together that they can’t see anything wrong with each other.” ~Rene Yasenek
“kisses are a better fate than wisdom.” ~e.e. cummings
“A kiss makes the heart young again and wipes out the years.” ~ Rupert Brooke
“It wasn’t that long, and it certainly wasn’t the kind of kiss you see in movies these days, but it was wonderful in its own way, and all I can remember about the moment is that when our lips touched, I knew the memory would last forever.” ~Nicholas Sparks
“No, I don’t think I will kiss you, although you need kissing, badly. That’s what’s wrong with you. You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how.” ~Rhett Butler (Clark Gable)
”It is impossible to both kiss one’s girlfriend and analyze the kiss at the same moment.” ~C.S. Lewis
February 13, 2014
BLOODY KISSES
HastyWords
The smell of blood assaulted his nose
and it wasn’t until he opened his eyes
he realized what he had done last night.
He had kissed a different vamp…
other than his wife.
ALWAYS
Sometimes I just want to be able to bottle an entire experience. Those experiences filled with so much love, joy, peace and happiness that my heart cries knowing the moment will come to an end.
HastyKid sleeps, and has always slept, in her own bed. However, HastyHusband wakes up to go to work very early each morning and HastyKid gets up and weasels her way under the covers next to me for the last hour of sleep. She will say “Hi mom wanna cuddle” and I answer “Always”. Holding her as she sleeps is going to be the one thing I know my heart will miss. My heart is already anticipating that one morning she decides she is too sleepy, or too cold to wake up.
I lay with you in my arms
You are nine to my surprise
Where did the time go?
I want to remember this
How my arms swallow you
As you softly snore, safe
My cub inside my protection
My heart is crying from joy
As it is crying from sadness
Because it knows, it knows
This is but a fleeting moment
And in a tomorrow too soon
You will be too old, too grown
To need the cuddles and hugs
And I pray these moments
Will endure inside of me
As I hope they will endure
Inside of you, my most loved,
For many generations to come
GOLDEN AGE
OK…so….John started this after reading something one of us wrote on twitter. I am not sure what it was now; but it was funny….it was…really….I think. Anyway, this poem reminds me of this picture I took being silly at a 1920′s party. This is for everyone who gets tired of seeing me post vanity pics of myself 
Written by John Bentz and HastyWords
the creaks and groans of my tired bones
seem louder to me every day.
what happened to the time
I could rise and shine
without a shower, coffee, or gray?
the wrinkles seem to be playing a game
racing across every surface as if a race
cracks grow deeper upon my face
and I am not sure
but they might just outrun their allotted pace
since when did the stairs get so steep?!
and my eyes not see so clearly?!
every step I take is a gamble
these days…
don’t you dare think of me elderly!
I got a few looks yesterday, I thought yay
but then I had realized a bit too late
my hair hasn’t been colored in days
they were probably calculating my age
maybe trying to see where on the OLD scale I rate
*SIGH* It won’t be long now I fear;
*GROAN* the thought of that day brings a chill.
*SHRUG* When I drop my pants down
*UGH* And I meet with a frown
*MOAN* No further chance of a thrill.
My boobs were perky once, nice round mounds
With curvaceous cleavage girls would die for
But now… they are more like slopes, landslides
With a dry and wrinkled crack on some desert terrain
Sigh, groan, shrug, UGH, and moan some more
And here we go we hit the ground.
We’ve got a few years to go!
My hips stayed put
Just some dirt on my foot,
“Old?” Ha! Just goes to show!
February 12, 2014
WITCH’S LAIR
Their choired voices
fill the distant air
their pitch perfect charm
doesn’t reach this lair
I am entombed here
shackled and chained
a convict of sorts
a full life sentence
to be carried out
sightless and kept here
inside moldy walls
a real living grave
the dead walk above
as I live below
Toccata and Fugue
in D minor play
on repeat all day
and most every night
over and over
bouncing and playing
echoing organs
sounding and calling
playing tag your it
off chambered hallways
decorated tombs
of gold leaf design
Mexican mosaics
hand-crafted a must
the small chapel doors
covered and dusted
in a blood stained rust
this is where witches
hide their rituals
and I their only
caretaker enslaved
live to wait on them
SABISHII
The title means lonely in Japanese which I thought would be fitting to introduce this new duet partner; NOT because she is lonely but because she is a southern girl fascinated with the Japanese culture. This is my first duet with Kanzen Sakura and let me tell you she is fascinating. In her ABOUT section she said her poetry isn’t that good but I beg to differ, I love her poetry. Please visit her blog and give her lots of bloggy love.
Written by Kanzen Sakura and HastyWords
The morning is frigid and sharp
and the wind blows threateningly;
warning me to stay warm in bed,
practically tucking me in with a kiss.
Only the chirp of sparrows
outside my window breaks the silence.
Warmth seduces me and I succumb.
Cold lover winter beguiles me not.
I can feel the covers cling to me
coaxing me to stay nestled a bit longer.
The comfort pleads, caressing me
holding me in its downy clutches.
You whispered in my ear, now long ago-
Stay with me, don’t go. You wrapped your
arms around me. I’ll make it worth your while,
you teased. Laughing, I melted against you.
Those days seem forever ago, and memories
well they pain me on mornings such as these.
The way your arms, your feet , your breath
met mine and passionately silenced me.
I hear the cold wind blowing outside
but I push off the covers and leave the bed.
The wind cannot be as bitter
as this empty bed.
He Waited
Carefully following walls
Dank shadows listened
As I pleaded and begged
Moist echoes whispered
Responding to my tears
The beast was breathing
Protecting you from me
The devil himself waited
For me to turn and run
The darkness began to cry
Warning me to halt
OH GOD
HELP ME FIND HIM
Breathing angry dragon fire
The darkness exploded
And from the Devil’s tongue
Fell a parade of desperate lies
Falling to my knees I cried
And called my demon by name
And without another sound
Peaceful serenity blossomed
Fields of lilacs and rosemary
Filled the air with epiphanies
And then there was HE, sitting
Just smiling and waiting for me
February 11, 2014
HE WAITED
I tried to find you
Carefully following walls
Dank shadows listened
As I pleaded and begged
Moist echoes whispered
Responding to my tears
The beast was breathing
Protecting you from me
The devil himself waited
For me to turn and run
The darkness began to cry
Warning me to halt
OH GOD
HELP ME FIND HIM
Breathing angry dragon fire
The darkness exploded
And from the Devil’s tongue
Fell a parade of desperate lies
Falling to my knees I cried
And called my demon by name
And without another sound
Peaceful serenity blossomed
Fields of lilacs and rosemary
Filled the air with epiphanies
And then there was HE, sitting
Just smiling and waiting for me
