I don’t write a lot of happy poetry because I share my happiness fully and freely with people. I write poetry when I’m frustrated, angry, or hurt. I write poetry because I can share my thoughts without burdening someone else with them. I have plenty of people who wouldn’t consider it a burden but for…
There is a collective pain A bleary faucet that flows Spiritual hand me downs Into our hearts and souls Born empty and open Waiting to be filled As the pain begins to drip From one ancestor To the next. To the next. The unhealed wounds Broken and bleeding Into you and me Into all of…
There are lots of things I hate About trauma Real honest to goodness trauma Like… How it automatically steals Future joy How it cripples effective communication How it makes trenches With one way signs in brains How it dictates patterns Of protection Of avoidance Of self-sabotage Of self- destruction Of hyper-vigilance How it demands boundaries…
PROMPT: Walk in her shoes. It started With a knock And promises And became Too many hotel rooms Hidden under covers Wishing away stars Scrubbing on floors Dishonesty oozed Wordless and false A contract signed Between her and death Lay down with me mama Let me tell you a story Close your eyes Let me…
So many things I miss about you Your energy was always so high You loved movement, dancing You were a literal musical Everything you did was intense A grand white whirlwind Sucking everyone up But then…. You’d spit them out The thing about whirlwinds Is that they can become tornados Leaving devastation behind And I…
I see her The many hers Living life around me Growing up hard Bodies holding bruises Smiles forged by heartache Eyes that glisten like fire glass There’s always such a burning Slow and steady Working at their insides Making them stronger? Making them angrier? Will they become supervillains? Will they become heroes? People talk about…
When Your Dad Tries to Kill You I hope you read the post above. Byron can also be found writing on Vocal.com. From the moment I met Byron I liked him. He had a good heart and I didn’t need much more than words on a piece of paper to know that. He started out…
Because I don’t feel brave. Because I want to be brave. Because I need to be brave. Because, when it counts… I am brave. ~Hastywords 10 WAYS TO BE BRAVE Love yourself. This is one of the hardest things to do for many, many reasons. Sometimes, in order to love yourself…
Racism is just another reason to be a bully… and it needs to stop. A true story written by Byron Hamel THE ROOK by Byron Hamel Did I ever tell you about the time I protected two black children from a Neo-Nazi skinhead who was crazy angry and getting violent because their mother was white?…
As much as I’ve read and as much as I’ve dealt with my own situation I’m still shocked at how certain things will trigger me. Each time I’m telling myself to just get over it already. Yes, as a victim I tell myself that. I’m ashamed and infuriated that some things still attack the parts…
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