I’M NOT A JOKE

It isn’t a joke, I whisper The tears you see Are a part of me A churning sea A steady roar Filled to capacity Waves of brine Crashing inside me Knocking my ribs Tearing at stability I am a boat, I whisper And what you see Is the storm trying To break free I’m a…

LIKE A LIGHTHOUSE

The moment was magic Erasing every little doubt Like a lighthouse beaming Peering deep into the dark The ghosts stopped haunting And the devils stood in awe For there was no other alive Not ever To silence her darkness With one little smile

THIS TRAGEDY

I see some things And my brain slips I hear things too And my mind trips I run like a kite Caught on a string My heart skips But mostly stutters And I am left Crashing on rocks Falling into Words that sting And I try hard To run from them But I can’t get…

MUTILATING MY EMOTIONS

I am constantly mutilating my emotions. I pick them apart as if they are on trial for a heinous murder. Many times I sit looking at their remains and think… ok now that I know where you came from I can do better. Sometimes I will look at all the pieces staring up at me…

YOU’RE STILL HERE

My jaw clenches My fingernails Yearn to scratch At layers of skin My joints ache Rigidity laced Stand like a statue Hold still, hold still Breathe in slow Hold… maybe Forever if you can Fix your stare On a calmer future Moments past this Tick tick tick Final loud tock Exhale Open your eyes Look…

I NEED TO DO BETTER

I don’t feel like I am a negative person. Do I get weighed down sometimes in all the shit I read and witness? Yes. Do I let it keep me from trying to do good? No. Do I try to stay positive even when the depths of Hell raise up and try to devour us…

EMOTIONAL VOMIT

I’m a big fan of honesty.  I think if we hurt we should speak.  We shouldn’t suffer in silence.  But I have learned, over and over again, not every feeling or emotion needs to see the light of day in order for us to heal.  In fact, voicing certain feelings can be harmful to other…

EMOTIONAL STORM

  Crashes about on rocks Sharp, cutting, slicing The wind keeps following Pushing me to move But I don’t want to, can’t Legs feel like headstones As sand etches words Into my broken skin My lips hide from hope As my heart leaps And falls back again A painfully dark cycle I stand as a…

VITRIOL TORNADOES

It was the turbulence Paired with a high velocity Waves of spinning motion Spiraling in conjunction With the flow of negativity Abundantly loud and chaotic Their emotions collided Collecting speed Grabbing debris Folding violent hate Into tornadoes of vitriol Vorticity revolving Around weapons Made up of spittle And condemnation The eye of a hurricane A…

#BeReal – DREW SHELDON

Please welcome Drew Sheldon to #BeReal. I couldn’t believe it when Hasty invited me to take part in #BeReal, I was quick to say yes. I was not, however, quick to write this. Writing has been quite a slog recently. The more I work at being real, the more I struggle to continue. I started…