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…
Bucketfuls of worry Dumped into the sand Let them burrow Deep like crabs Let the ocean find them And carry them out to sea
I started writing over a decade ago. Just started this blog one day and started writing. No game plan other than to write. I was tired of trying to drown my thoughts out with music. Tired of trying to explain how torturous my thoughts were to those close to me. Tired of feeling…
Can inconsistency be a trauma? The way he said he loved me The way his eyes devoured me How his hands moved over me I remember feeling so high Destination cloud nine please He did everything right Made me lemon squares Opened my doors for me Dressed up to take me out “Let’s just drive…
I feel the glass under my feet Sharp and cutting deeper With every step forward I take I feel the sticky cling to my soul And the burn begin to compete With all the lies I once believed Move over sweet grim reaper I’m not losing myself just yet I refuse to bleed out Over…
I promise I won’t lie I am broken Slashed open Innocence stolen And parts of me Are provoked By the throat Of a ghost Forming words That cursed The world I see Coerced and hurt A past rehearsed For many decades I constantly revert And my heart blurts It’s pain into reality And my…
Steps They are important They carry you From point A To point B From the start To the end From danger To safety From pain To…. Steps They are important But they can’t Rid your heart Of the pain That stays Always
What Happens When You Walk Through The Fire By Rachel Thompson From the upcoming book, Broken People Copyright ShadowTeams Publishing, 2016 When I finally decided it was time to tell my (now-ex) husband I wanted him to move out, I wanted a divorce, the truth is, I wasn’t ready to walk through the fire. Skipping…
Please welcome David Ellis to #BeReal. Embracing Your Animal Instincts, Choose Love, Not Fear OK, so here it is – the real me. Uncut, cut loose and out on the streets. (Don’t you dare call the police – I’ll be good, I promise!) For all of my sins, I’m a writer. I’m a crazy…
I search for Solitude By drowning My noisy mind Under mild Shallow currents Of bubbling stars Fingertips writing Useless Over and over again Into the soapy Thick filmy residues Magnetized to skin Inefficient tides Trying to soothe My worries away Impractical lines Being drawn And then Being erased In this pleasant Bath I made Thank…
