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…
My #BeReal guest today is Sean Bidd. He often expresses himself by drawing on the natural world around him. I find it perfectly fitting that he sent me a poem for his #BeReal piece! Stars and mountain tops Show me your pictures Those deep inside your mind The ones you keep a hold of Those…
My #BeReal guest today is Thelma Thomas. This piece was submitted several weeks ago and since then Thelma’s son has died of a heroin overdose. Please give her your love and support. The Mouthy Mermaid Talks About Addiction, How Did I Get Here? First of all Hasty, thank you for inviting me to write…
Please welcome my #BeReal guest today, Carol Estrella. The Biggest Hypocrite Life was never “normal” as I was growing up. I was the child of an alcoholic and a non-reachable mother. I was the caretaker, the protector, the salvation of the house. The one that hid my mother from my dad in my room, when…
Please welcome my #BeReal guest today, Dave Cenker. It started with a simple message. Would you consider writing for me? Just six words. I never expected such a simple request to unravel me on the inside. Truth be told, it was those last two words that really hit an emotional chord for me,…
I am truly honored to have Julie Anderson as my #BeReal guest today. FEARLESSLY VULNERABLE “To live exuberantly–to fully know and be fully known by another—we must be prepared to illuminate the dark spots in our most intimate relationships and in our selves.” –Arianna Huffington, On Becoming Fearless When I was a little…
The #BeReal guest today is Rose B Fischer. Thank you Rose! My father kicked me. Not often but often enough that my heart still hammers if I hear a man’s footsteps close behind me in the hallway. My mother called me disgusting and berated me because my father “couldn’t stand me.” She accused…
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
Please welcome Kerry Kijewski as she gets real about love. Sometimes I think love, pain, shame, and embarrassment are so entwined, I can’t untangle them from one another. The strands of emotion and feeling are separable, if I really look at my past, in reflection, but in the moment I seem to make every…
