This is not my situation but it is the situation for many. Help stop abuse by listening with not only your ears but your eyes and your heart. If you only listen with your ears you are missing more than half of the story. You etch your love into me With a million tongues Made…
My #BeReal guest today is C. Streetlights. This lady comes to the series via Rachel Thompson. I am so grateful to find myself among such a wonderful community of writers. Today C. Streetlights has submitted this beautiful poem for the series. She is also being very real in that she has never showed her tattoo…
My #BeReal guest today is Karin Bole Tupper. I am very excited to share Karin’s poetry with you today. May we take a few risks and enjoy the life we have. Thank you Karin for this amazing poem. NOTE: If you have poetry that fits the #BeReal theme link it up using the blue button…
Leaping from cliffs That have no face Undulating ground Swallowing faith We sit and listen As the crows cry Through echoing throats The little demons In feathery cloaks Crawl undetected Into our mouths To make their nest Coated in profanity Coaxing out screams They spill us out Into turbulent seas Just as the sky itself…
My #BeReal guest today is Nicole Marie. Nicole is my favorite poet. She writes things that whisk me into other worlds. BUT it was her picture that first drew me to her. Her tattoos and the stories they told me about her. She is a storyteller both with her words, her dress, her hair, the…
My #BeReal guest today is Briton Underwood Writing poetry heals. It allows a person to dig deep. To really think about what to say. I am always stoked to see someone express themselves with poetry and Briton does it brilliantly. Thank you Briton for sending in the first #BeReal poetry submissions. HEAVY DIRTY SOUL…
***TRIGGER WARNING*** Some stories you hear stay with you and you have to write them out or go mad. In many cases all I have to do is read a news blurb and my mind twists and turns in agony with the pain of it all. Empathy is the capacity to understand or feel what…
I was flying Supported by strings Like a kite Made of newspaper With happy headlines And the next moment I was falling, descending Towards a cardboard stage My life, a flat character Chaotic and muddled Skewed by the reality Of a developed depression It crept quietly into my head In the darkest part of night…
Something’s wrong Words itch and claw Surfacing vague Into consciousness Biting at the edges Of my thoughts Something’s wrong Taps on my shoulder But I am not listening Until it begins to feed Devouring my dreams Something’s wrong It begins to scream And it frightens me Understanding Surpasses me Something’s wrong Reverberates inside me Knocks…
I hear the characters Inside the typing The letters that spell Words of sniping I count the seconds It takes the trigger To lock and load With angry vigor Harmful sentiment Intended for harm Packaged pretty Faked as charm Candy coated Adrenaline high Tears surge As emotions fly And I am left Without meaning Making…
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