Biography of SJ. Sharkey
SJ. Sharkey is currently an unpublished author.
I enjoy writing across several mediums but have a keen focus on creating fiction. At present, my attention is on what I hope will be my first fiction novel, entitled 'Bird Has No Song'. I have also initiated a project that involves collaborating with many artists, such as actors, musicians and illustrators, to produce a book & audiobook for children with disabilities.
I love writing. The difficulty is that there is a small platform for this, and too many people crowd the stage, so I made my own platform here instead. Read my writing and other social commentary, and enjoy!
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SJ. Sharkey Poems
The Old Clouds Of October
You thought October's forecast would hold you down forever But you stomped through fallen leaves in the shape of broken hearts And the smells of the free blind your love with sparkling sirens And you touch the hidden landscapes with lies of every colour
From Me To I
Feelings become confused, blurred Like the faces of a worn photograph The separation seems cruel and I long for affection For an end to torturous second glances
That I should have such love in my life and in my heart And yet i look elsewhere I am drawn to another, and another, for that which is un-named Or if it is I dare not write it, as I would unwittingly sign the deed to my illegitimate adultery of mind
Heartbreak In Acoustic
Falling six feet under and no tears that I cry make me feel alright I don’t have the strength to fight I’ll bite my tongue so my mouth fills up with blood ‘Cause you said you’d keep that promise but I knew you never would
Amor Nel Cor (Love In My Heart)
Through the winter my heart grew cold Since feeling it break I didn’t feel at all bold The clouds hovered over me and blocked any light The ground rose above me so I couldn’t take flight
A cold stab jolts me into existence The rumpus swells to reach through me Where it was once painfully stationary It is now tormentingly mobile
Bona Fide Devotion
I’ll climb inside Your eyes will be blind to their stare Your ears will be deaf to their charm Your mouth will be mute to their invitation
Pull back the sleeve And reveal the weakened tissue Pages of scarring shine white against tan Separated from heart but not from head
Whimper, Weep, Wail
Whatever you do, don’t stop It starts as a feeling A misty rumble in lower levels It gathers speed to ascend uncontrollably
The dark grey sky covers the roof tops like an overcast blanket No more starlit night, no more light Rain falls and turns dirt tracks to mud Life-forces sink slowly into the dense black earth
By day the bat is cousin to the mouse He likes the attic of an ageing house His fingers make a hat about his head His pulse beat is so slow we think him dead
As I struggle through the rubble I hear their cries of pain I see flashes of our time together And wish for some again
Deliverance From Misguidance
I forgot what it feels like to be normal; but what is normal? Trying to stay awake and remember my name? I never thought I could miss someone half as much as I miss you, And I’m the one that’s gone
When The World Ends
When The World Ends, Collect your things and come meet me, And we’ll watch the stars disappear. Too bad for them that no-one else is here, but our love has kept us alive.
As I struggle through the rubble
I hear their cries of pain
I see flashes of our time together
And wish for some again
I feel the ground move under me
I don’t know where to turn
I see my little girl through steam
Her arm smoulders from a burn
I run to her with my arms held wide