This is the personal writing site of Barry Hurd- online consultant, designer, writer, marketer, entrepreneur, and father.
I have never known, anyone.
More beautiful, than you.
Hearing the sound of summer
escape your lips, heavy breathing.
Now I have dreamed,
feverishly throwing my desire,
into a moment that can never be trivial.
Yet the passion gone,
lost in a moment of serenity
with only your eyes watching,
Do I understand myself, of you and I,
as my heart becomes steady and strong.
I am […]
Do not talk of love, not to me my dear heart.
I am not the one who lost itself, or tore down
everything I felt. Could not I choose to feel.
Do not dare, to illicit a response from me,
as I am trying to ignore you standing there,
waiting.
Do not care of me, you who stands in the rain.
Letting […]
In our childhood, we are told
to dream of things that will never be.
Embrace the sentiment, the sub-conscious
and all the desires we have never spoken.
These are the lost moments of our wonderland,
the deep echo that thunders in our infancy.
Yet it is our world, the moment to be recalled,
as the birthday passes and our life becomes familiar.
It […]
Life has been a crazy roller coaster, up and down, good and bad. Yet the experiences of the past year have been pretty amazing. I’m sitting at the Sea-Tac airport slowly drinking a cup of coffee, watching people go by, chatting to the occasional wandering soul.
Life, both up and down is an incredible experience for […]
I don’t always remember what I can be, in fact the words that meander through my head often make me pause for a brief second and wonder why I choose to be a little different.
I think for the most part, that being different is better than being anything else. If someone could compare me to […]
Could one believe, to never reach,
Having known everything so close.
You were perfect, beyond adoration.
Yet I had to go, from restful dreams I awoke.
My soul was yours, lost figment that wasn’t real,
The moment you showed me what I couldn’t have.
Closed doors, open trails,
How could I never question leaving?
I tried to believe, to deny this world,
As my […]
I have often been called a fool,
Heartfelt and whimsical.
Can one remember how joyous the hope,
Wanting to be held, to be cherished.
I would laugh until I stand no longer,
If only I could wait until I find my humour.
I dare to believe, in something more,
The beginning of summer at winter’s end.
To embrace a sunset, deeply colouring my […]