My #BeReal guest today is Britta Buchanan. What does it mean to #bereal? I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately, in the context of how I perceive myself and in the context of how others perceive me. As I write this, I am wrapping up one semester of teaching English in Thailand with the…
Voodoo cursed And jury tried Condemned For her humanity Her lips sewn With wooden vines Cross stitched Haphazardly through Previous scars And healing scabs Keep those emotions Those hard feelings To yourself they said As they sentenced them Forever imprisoned Inside a fleshy tomb To rot and decay Inside her fucked up brain
Please welcome Kerry Kijewski as she gets real about love. Sometimes I think love, pain, shame, and embarrassment are so entwined, I can’t untangle them from one another. The strands of emotion and feeling are separable, if I really look at my past, in reflection, but in the moment I seem to make every…
Your eyes Absorbed My reality And reflected An image I’d never seen And I was born Fully new Beautifully Drawn Into a world I never Want to leave
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…
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…
My #BeReal guest today is Mark Schutter I have known Mark for over a year and he writes beautiful poetry. He even sent me a first verse once and we took turns writing this poem CEMETARY VISIONS. Today he used his poetic skill to write about being real. Thank you Mark for this submission. THIS…
I love when poetry tells a story but even more when it makes you feel. The great thing about this poem is how “Punk Rock Papa” Briton Underwood put himself in another gender’s shoes. WALK OF SHAME by Briton Underwood If these city streets could talk They’d speak about your late night walks And the…
My #BeReal guest today is Katie Cross. I relate to so much of what Katie writes. I love her honesty and her inner conversation isn’t foreign to me. Thank you for your perspective Katie. The older you get, the more you understand how your conscience works. The biggest and only critic lives in your perception…
Lost between worlds Drifting through time I sit and watch as Another pretty face Catches your eyes Another sweet voice Engages your time Another set of curves Capture your mind Infinite crossed lines I can’t define, won’t No amount of love Can cover the pain Of not measuring up Of falling too short No amount…
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