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I never write to entertain. Sure, sometimes what I write is entertaining, and sometimes what I write is absolute garbage, but I put it out there anyway. I’m really writing to study my mind; I don’t understand it, and most certainly don’t trust it. I’ve been through and done some terrible things. I’ve learned to…
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I’ve mastered the art of shutting the fuck up. Like cutting the power cables on your road. Oh no, your lights are out! A rodent must have chewed through the wires. Maybe a tree branch hit it. Who fucking knows? I look up at the sky without the blaring street lights. Without all the noise.…
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When I was young, in the back seat of my mothers blue Honda civic, I’d catch a whiff of that sweet smelling earth kicked up from the mowers cutting the grass. No matter what was happening in that car, or in my head, the scent of split blades of green sliced through me and paused…
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Don’t open my wounds just like that… I’ll bleed on the floor, I’ll bleed down my back. Stop hurting me, please. I’m begging you on my knees. I’ll just hide inside of this box. Until it all ends, until it all stops…
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Stand still around the eggshells Don’t move Remember to them You have nothing to prove Whisper the truth to yourself You don’t owe them Or anyone else
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My silence grows as the milkweeds sway Like a cancer spreads from day to day For if I open my mouth it’d be a match Over dry hay through a barn hatch The fire would soar, reaching the sky I’d probably jump in, I’d probably die
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I’ll inhale as much as I can, as the summer air whistles into my rolled-down window, wind knotting my hair. The wildflowers line the sides of the road like lights guiding a plane on a runway at night. I’m at peace, but the dirt, it seems, has gotten wet. Don’t dig; you’ll unearth the box.…
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Set the world on fire Go ahead, get burned Cry out your hardships Ignore what you’ve learned Black is your smoke It rises in plumes For my attention Amongst all my tombs
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Oh Tragedy, woe is me My lungs draw air But I still can’t breathe Oh tragedy Where is your shame Go forth from once you came Oh tragedy You wont succeed In me is all I need
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Don’t die here, where it’s hollow and cold The sun will come back Trust me, I know I was there, my fingers turned blue Misery was all that I knew Hold on, the light will shine Even my darkness subsides Breathe, you’re still here Let go of anger Let go of fear
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Sharon Rose 