My #BeReal guest today is Lisa Blair. It’s a simple enough question, I suppose, for most people. For me, whenever I am asked it, I can’t help feeling a little sad. Thinking about who I am reminds me of who I once was and all that I have been through. I am reminded of all…
My #BeReal guest today is Justine Perry. (@justine_perry) How Twitter Destroyed My Life… And How I’m Rebuilding My Confidence. I promised myself I would never feel worthless again. As a teenager, I made this my life’s mission. I failed. Last October I felt completely broken, the last of my spirit had shattered and my…
My words get drawn Letter by letter And by the time they are spoken They are nearly all faded As transparent as invisible ink Passed over and overlooked Not important Or too insignificant The power put into them Stolen By passing parades Negligent attention spans And broken concentration
My #BeReal guest today is Shone Hartery. I’m sitting in the this cafe on this freezing cold March afternoon waiting for roadside assistance to come save the day for the second time in 2 weeks! ! Now this fact would make one shake their head but no my friends this is just the beginning of…
My #BeReal guest today is Adrianna Joleigh. I hate you. Don’t leave me. As a toddler, nothing quite says, “I love you,” like a good slap in the face by the person you trust the most. Some may think, “You’re a grown woman, old enough to get over it and move on.” Unfortunately, that’s not…
She fell from hands she couldn’t see She was being fed to monsters Left for… Not quite dead because Well… What’s the fun in that? As demons swarmed around her Leaving trails of venom Mixed with blood upon her soul She concentrated on the pain As their poison fangs sunk deep Aware that the initial…
I can’t feel my words I draw the dots, spots Meticulously one by one And I’m connecting them Constellations of emotion Designs for all to see But I don’t recognize The pictures I’ve drawn Meaningless ramblings Inside my brain, jumbled Upon the starry sky And I sit and wonder If they’ll ever amount Accumulate…
My #BeReal guest today is Abbie. More than once, Abbie has been on the other end of one of my tear filled messages. Like many who suffer from depression you wouldn’t know by looking at her, or even working next to her that she lives with “suffers from” Major Depressive Disorder. Please welcome my friend…
Voodoo cursed And jury tried Condemned For her humanity Her lips sewn With wooden vines Cross stitched Haphazardly through Previous scars And healing scabs Keep those emotions Those hard feelings To yourself they said As they sentenced them Forever imprisoned Inside a fleshy tomb To rot and decay Inside her fucked up brain
I have a drawer full of stars A reminder of who we are All the bones we collected Have lost their meaning And are piling up useless All I have left of the world Is this drawer full of hopes Remnants of what came Memories of what’s gone Just left over bone dust And the…
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