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…
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…
I stood still Invisibly quiet A bystander A witness To an atmosphere Gaining tension Not me, no way It wouldn’t be me Tipping the scale The precarious needle Into the red territory Crimson delicacy Marking danger Overloaded Overheated Over the limit Voices were angry And so very loud Eyes were enraged Focused and wide Yet…
Today my guest is Mel at PushingOurLimits. She wrote a poem that represents the devastation and harm bullying can produce. Please welcome the talented lovely Mel Douleur. A BULLY’S SMILE by Mel Douleur I smiled at you. A hope of what might be And with what I thought was grace You smiled back at me.…
Your hand Held hers But your eyes Reached For mine Sleight of hand Shifting focus You a player With a pocket Full of hearts A romantic magician With a 52 card deck Full of trick plays And when you called For my final bet I went all in Losing everything Because You turned my heart…
I originally wrote this over a year ago but it never stops being true. It may be the one thing I have written that has remained so constant. Surviving depression is a journey. You never quite feel like you are in complete control of who you are or where you are headed. I used to…
Bright white Flashes of light Gathered into Cascading sparks Flowing like heat Over sharp edges Where curves Once guided The life pumping Through my veins Worn crevices Where anger And pain Corroded And marked Once smooth Boundaries With acid stain Leaving me Filled with lava Unpredictable Flashing embers Instead of The soft glow Of morning…
Brain in a straightjacket Muzzled and bound Static filled silence Absorbing the sound Re-uptake inhibitors Selecting serotonin Gagging the ruminating Inessential problem solving Doubting, worrying, obsessing Disarming a warning system Installed imperfectly Disengaging from warfare And any poisonous thoughts Used and appropriated By an amygdala born turncoat My brain locked In its own psych ward…
I felt lost for awhile In your stories The words you wrote Then I wrote some And then we wrote some And then the world Began writing around us I got sidetracked Dreaming of things Thinking of lives Pondering events But reality stands waiting Impatiently sometimes For me to wake up I was gone…
Please check out this super patient blogger, Tony Roberts, who does indeed have a way with words. Written by Tony Roberts and Hastywords I keep tripping over words Scattered upon the floor Words left screaming As you walked out the door You kept on walking. Walking. I was left with a mess of scattered words.…
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