This is the personal writing site of Barry Hurd- online consultant, designer, writer, marketer, entrepreneur, and father.
Falling in love does not have a reason, it has a purpose.
Love is not passive, love is daring.
Love is watching your life fade to black.
Love is about resurrecting yourself with one thought.
Love is knowing that you took your last breath stepping in front of a train for them.
Love is not hateful, nor hurtful.
Love […]
So many people believe in me,
The things I see, what could be.
Should I just claim, “here I am?”
As I silently walk onto the stage
Uncovering myself, preparing to expose my fear.
I would rather, as my throat catches my voice,
Try to keep the beautiful butterflies down,
And hope, for one moment, that I am applauded.
There are not many […]
Love is having someone tell you they killed someone,
Love is not hesitating, or asking questions.
Love is driving to Home Depot with them, at 11 P.M.
To buy a shovel.
Love is not complaining about the mess.
Love is about being prepared, having taken effort,
Love is lining the back of your trunk with plastic bags.
The little specks of evidence, […]
Of each thought, I wonder.
The rarity of neither peace or pain,
simple yet fundamental feeling
Of being a rainbow of conclusions,
wonderously blending themselves together.
Each thought is wonder
The creation or the destruction,
the moment of new experience
or forgotten memory
trapped in amber.
Wondering of the thought
With each thought, power of its own
to pleasure or to forget,
the jealousy of doubt […]
After flying long and hard,
I find myself tired.
My wings, glossy and beautiful,
seemingly go unnoticed.
For the way I see,
I am alone, always wanting,
Amongst those who mimic me,
who give my image ill repute.
Within my eyes,
the ebony black definition of loss,
a place where no dreams survive,
Empty as my hope to fly.
Dear eagle, why am I not your […]
I ask this stranger,
holding my salvation,
the very charity I need,
If you found my heart in the rain today,
would you understand where I am,
that I have lost my way?
If you found a start, a new beginning,
would you be willing to play that part?
Don’t worry, I know you really can’t say.
Drops falling on my head,
trying to wash […]
It was Monday morning,
which everyone wrongfully considered
as the first day of the week,
even when it was the last day of the year.
Like a virtual pessimist,
it is considered a day half over
a time when we need our coffee,
to begin everything, including our waking.
Would we describe the minute we rise,
as the ending of our lives?
to become […]