InScuzzbucketbyShelli RealsSo What’s the Point?A poem of birds and goats and me and you . . . and fearJan 2, 20246Jan 2, 20246
InScuzzbucketbyShelli RealsGreener Green Nail Polish at ChristmastimeA messy kinda prose poem about sorrow during the holidaysDec 12, 20236Dec 12, 20236
InScuzzbucketbyShelli RealsThe Hypocritic OathA poem in contemplation of humanity’s false virtueOct 23, 202314Oct 23, 202314
InScuzzbucketbyShelli Realspositive thinking (kinda…maybe?)A free verse poem (and unsolicited commentary). On trying to stay positive.May 11, 202315May 11, 202315
InScuzzbucketbyShelli RealsWaiting to See MyselfA prose poem contemplating my existenceSep 19, 202333Sep 19, 202333
InScuzzbucketbyShelli RealsStuckA micro musing on reading between the linesNov 17, 20237Nov 17, 20237
InScuzzbucketbyShelli RealsWhen Did You Last Listen to Silence?A poem in contemplation of the opposition of noiseNov 6, 202313Nov 6, 202313
InScuzzbucketbyShelli RealsLife Itself is a Trigger WarningYou know that, right?Jul 8, 20239Jul 8, 20239
InScuzzbucketbyShelli RealsToday’s Blank SlateA Poem on Being Alive — Today.Jun 27, 20232Jun 27, 20232
InScuzzbucketbyShelli RealsSleepwalkingWhile plugged into our tech gadgets (24/7)Apr 3, 20233Apr 3, 20233
InScuzzbucketbyShelli RealsDropped ConnectionsIs this what it feels like to be ghosted?Oct 3, 20239Oct 3, 20239
InScuzzbucketbyShelli Realswhen you look good, you feel goodA free verse poem (maybe). Or just a string of words that still stings (sometimes).May 8, 20232May 8, 20232
