sheila-hackett
I am profoundly Dyslexic and I can not spell to save my life or determine where to use punctuations or comers or anything like that so first I do apologize for any mistakes to all the grammar OCD'ers and if i do mess up please! please! tell me so I can correct it, I am counting on you to put me strait or I can't learn, I won't be mad or upset, but thankful and use it to learn more, / Now! I am a Psychic Medium and get lots of my inspiration from my spirit guides, and although most will say Oh no she is one of them! well yes I am one of them! and I am proud of it just like you are proud of your beliefs.. / OK for now that's me, I hope you enjoy my Poems...
**I Drink! - to blot out the world,
I Drink! - to make sense of the pain.
I Drink! - to forget of my misfortunes,
I Drink! - to suppress the insane.
I Drink! - as life dealt me a meaningful crack,
I Drink! - as I am as low as I can go.
I Drink! - as no one could love me,
I Drink! - as no one would stoop that low.
I Drink! - for I need courage,
I Drink! - for i need the reassurance of man.
I Drink! - for to blot out the voices,
I Drink! - because I can.
Sheila..**
Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 9:03 AM UTC
**My mind tries to reason why,
I am climbing up the stairs.
And when i finally get to the top,
I forget why i am there.
I stand and try to remember,
But the picture is very vague.
So i turn myself around,
And go back down again.
At the bottom i remember,
Why i tried to climb the stairs.
I was going up to heaven,
To leave my soul up there.
Sheila.**
Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 4:34 PM UTC
**When the world is full of stinging tears
knowing that you are not what you are supposed to be
no one understands what you are going through
when you are born a he but feel she
The hurt you have at knowing you are wrong
the frustration of wanting to change
don't they know how hurt I feel
being trapped in the world of strange
If only they knew about how I feel
with eve I have more in common
If only I could be what I am
born man but wanting to be women
Sheila..**
Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 4:27 PM UTC
**My eyes tear as i think of you,
If only i hadn't walked away.
Would it of been so different,
If i had begged you to stay.
I turned and quickly departed,
I hardly had time to catch my breath.
What if i had shouted to stop you,
Would you still be with me and not dead.
Why did you take that last pill?
The one that could of saved your life.
A split second decision,
Turned me into a widow not a wife.
I still wonder if i could of stopped you,
Maybe one day i will know the truth.
If i could of been the one to save you,
From death robbing you of your youth...
Sheila...**
Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 4:09 PM UTC
The room grew still
As she made her way to Jesus
She stumbles through the tears that made her blind
She felt such pain
Some spoke in anger
Heard folks whisper
There's no place here for her kind
Still on she came
Through the shame that flushed her face
Until at last, she knelt before his feet
And though she spoke no words
Everything she said was heard
As she poured her love for the Master
From her box of alabaster
And I've come to pour
My praise on Him
Like oil from Mary's alabaster box
Don't be angry if I wash his feet with my tears
And I dry them with my hair
You weren't there the night He found me
You did not feel what I felt
When he wrapped his love all around me and
You don't know the cost of the oil
In my alabaster box
I can't forget the way life used to be
I was a prisoner to the sin that had me bound
And I spent my days
Poured my life without measure
Into a little treasure box
I'd thought I'd found
Until the day when Jesus came to me
And healed my soul
With the wonder of His touch
So now I'm giving back to Him
All the praise He's worthy of
I've been forgiven
And that's why
I love Him so much
And I've come to pour
My praise on Him
Like oil from Mary's alabaster box
Don't be angry if I wash his feet with my tears
And dry them with my hair (my hair)
You weren't there the night Jesus found me
You did not feel what I felt
When He wrapped his loving arms around me and
You don't know the cost of the oil
Oh, you don't know the cost of my praise
You don't know the cost of the oil
In my alabaster box
Sep 13, 2015
Sep 13, 2015 at 10:27 AM UTC
**The echo of light, once more fades into the night
And the dark once again is upon us devoid of life
Candle light shining the soft glow of false sun
giving hope, and comfort with it’s sparkling light
Warmth is absent, in the cold dark of the night
shivering under the blankets given by those that care
shun not the beggar in the street
Circumstances have placed him there,
The rain starts to fall in his make shift world
Every drop a step nearer to the end game
As he dreams of better times he had
His heart aches, as the daylight brings more of the same.
Sheila**
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 6:41 PM UTC
**Many Roads i have traveled,
To see the way of the mankind.
Many lives i have lived through,
To satisfy my mind.
Each time i walk the journey,
To find what it means to me.
Every time i live a new life,
It's never what it appears to be.
The many lives i have been through,
The end is still the same.
Returning back to the home world,
And living my life again.
A better understanding,
Of what it is i must do.
I know were i am going,
It's to get back home to you.
No matter how many times i live this life,
To expand my horizon alone.
I know that you will be waiting,
So i think i will go on home.
Sheila..**
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 6:35 PM UTC
**I have woven a parachute
out of everything broken,
I am grieving for me,
the me I have lost.
My mind knows I am here,
I just wished I could explain.
As long as I live,
I will not let the world make me bitter.
I just want to be OK again!
You may be out of my sight.
But not out of my soul,
It demands to be felt..
Sheila...**
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 11:37 AM UTC
**I never understood why my mum was to tired,
I often wondered why she fell asleep in front of the fire.
I could never understand why she yelled all the time,
why I occupied the naughty step; I claimed it as mine.
She always seemed in deep disrepair,
and seemed only always when I was there.
But she looked after me, and fed me,
made sure I was fine.
And I only understood my mother,
in the fullness of time.
I am now a mother and always tired,
kids in bed, I fall asleep in front of the fire.
I have yelled and naughty stepped my kids for sure,
more times than I can remember and still they want more.
But I love them and care for them,
and make sure they are safe.
And when they have kids and they are just fine,
they will understand me in the fullness of time.
Sheila..**
May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 7:59 AM UTC
**It's rather easy to
shine in the light,
But to glow in the dark
that's just magic!
Keep the light in your soul
and then the dark
won't seem so scary....**
Sheila..
May 2, 2015
May 2, 2015 at 4:36 PM UTC