Shed

By Arielle McCulloch

Shed is a compilation of prose and poems, lyrics and mantras. Through highs and lows, passion and heartbreak, we all just want to come back to the safe little home we create within us, be it the bones of a shed, the blueprints for a dream house, or the furnished mansion.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tellwell Talent
• Release date: May 10, 2023
• ISBN: 9780228889489

Arielle McCulloch

Arielle McCulloch is an author based in British Columbia, Canada.

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Table of Contents

Part One - Foundation

Part Two - Framing

Part Three - Finishing

Hey folks, thank you for picking up my little book of free verse poems and lyrics.

This has been a work in progress for most of my life. I sincerely hope you enjoy my personal musings and experiences with love, mania, sadness, and escapism.

Handle with care

Part One

Foundation

Everything

here

belongs

to me.

especially the insecurity.

We’re kind of like tinted windows

You only ever see

The shadow of

What’s inside.

My young life

has buried me alive

We have a heavenly connection

Yet, we are stuck –

In earthly bodies

That are glued

To our constant

Needs

I don’t know what it’s like

To be a good home

For my mind

Love and sadness all intertwined

Why is it so damn hard

To be kind?

Continue on like I’m fine

Snipping all the ties that bind

Nothing feels like mine

All made up from the hive

Go on and give me

Some time

To figure out

What it’s like

To be a good home

For my mind.

Remember not to suffocate who you love.

Remember no one thinks about you as much as you do.

Remember your thoughts are always lying.

Remember you are not yourself.

Remember to please ask for help.

ur cute though.

my methods

have flaws.

my madness

has cause.

Havoc . . .

Habit . . .

Have it . . .

Harness it.

You don’t know —

the half

of it.

Just me and all of my demons

Try to convince myself that I don’t need ‘em

But lately that love just hurts

I can’t

Deal with you anymore

Not because I don’t want to

I just never…

Learn.

I promise, baby . . .

I’m not manic anymore.

Feel my darker side.

When I nod my head . . .

I’m sure —

I don’t know if I’m lying …

But I feel better than before.

And I know he’s