Home. It isn’t a place. I stood looking at all the boxes I just packed and put into storage. Boxes of stuff I don’t have an immediate need for. Boxes of time and money spent on things to make life easier and hopefully happier. Too many years searching and collecting the wrong things. I went…
I had a conversation with a terrorist. I was appalled by her beliefs. Angry at the intensity of her hate. I couldn’t understand why such a monster lived inside me. It’s hard to love yourself because you know all the things nobody else knows. You see all the parts nobody else sees. You feel things…
Change. It happens whether we expect it or not. It’s how we get from one moment to the next. Each moment we can be one of three things. Better off. Worse off. Or the same. My daughter is studying Newton’s Laws of motion in Science class. This strikes me as highly relevant because all the…
Approving your friend request does not give you permission to send me a dick pic. Sure there are probably LOTS of people who would love to see your penis, but I am not one of them. IF I want to see it, I promise I will use my words and ask for it. IN FACT,…
The silence unsettles me I could never make it my home Sometimes words fail me And thoughts hide frozen and numb The outside world is missing Biting its tongue, abandoning me I am not one to enjoy quiet solitude It taunts me, surrounds me, imprisons me Is it the world ignoring me? Or am I…
The picture hangs crooked Among splinters and knots The corners a bit scorched A moment frozen in a frame Waiting for the smoke to clear And the shouts to fall silent Before trying to make peace Before searching for the time Where everything went wrong Where they try too hard to erase The mistakes that…
I was that bird You saw flying Working hard Against wind I didn’t stop Not once Even though I was very tired I followed you Until you stopped And then I was that bird You saw sitting Outside your window And I stayed there As you slept And when you woke I sang to you…
The writing seemed wrong Sideways scrawls, tilted Different directions Non-linear and broken A puzzle of cursive loops Waiting to be seen By her eyes But they won’t be Not ever Because Written by her Eyes shut Tears falling She realized the words If connected Would destroy the world She had created All that was…
Written by: Lisa Listwa Blogger at: The Meaning of Me Not too long ago, a friend told me I was brave. I think the word she said was brave… she admired my chutzpah in posting my whole and actual weight in a group setting focused on lessening our overall gravitational pull. The compliment did…
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