love, lise

United States

17
she/her
LA

Message from Writer

i write about emotions a lot (especially death and loss) and literally none of it is from personal experience. im just dramatic. honestly. so if i post something particularly sad or something, u dont have to comfort me. many ppl have and its very sweet!! but im fine fr

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love, lise (United States) published:

Logan’s Ceremony

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Sawyer was never told about how easy it is to die.

He had this idea of ceremony about it that only those who have yet to experience it from the splash zone have. No one talked about how the front row could be anywhere— you could see a car crash from the sidewalk. No one told Sawyer this.

Sawyer is an oil spill.

Not the oil contained before the spill, and not the rested pools of black after it happens;...

9 days ago

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love, lise (United States) published:

you were so shy, so strange, so silent

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I’ve come to fear the silence in people— you never know what the silence holds. 

I lost my friend to the silence inside him, his light got lost in the eerie blackness— in the nothingness, in the silence. 

He would smile so brightly, then cry so quietly. He didn’t talk about the darkness inside him, the silence that was so loud it drowned out the world most days. He didn’t talk about how the emptiness in his dorm room drove...

20 days ago

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love, lise (United States) published:

Forevermore

PROMPT: Names for Nature

There’s a sidewalk in my neighborhood that leads to nowhere; it wraps around the houses, curves around the street, it branches out of the mouth of my neighborhood, inviting people in to see the handprints of babies who grew up here and left, immortalized in small prints beneath the mailboxes of their childhood homes. 

I’ve walked this sidewalk ten thousand times, it’s carried me to and from school forever, it took me to my friends’ houses, it was solid beneath...

25 days ago

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love, lise (United States) published:

all i took with me was the heart in my chest

PROMPT: February Grab Bag

prompt: about something that you’ve had to leave behind (~wildflower~)


I had to leave my home behind, two years ago. 

I left the house that welcomed me home from the hospital, with its honey colored walls that loved me. The tall, shingled roof is buried so deep inside of me it might as well be my beating heart. I left the house that I loved and that loved me— I wrote one last sharpie love letter on the...

25 days ago

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love, lise (United States) published:

take the pieces of my soul and partake of my heartache

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Here I am— giving myself away again. Love is about giving and taking, a balance of pouring out and taking in. But here I go, giving all of myself away again. 

My best friend asked me yesterday, “Why do you give yourself away? You’ll never get all of yourself back again.” and it made me think. 

I’m okay with giving myself away and not getting everything back— I am not a loan. I don’t want all of myself back. I’m...

about 1 month ago

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love, lise (United States) published:

from dust we come

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From dust we come and to dust we return. 

The swaying reeds clack on the edges of the pond make a pretty clicking song.
She dips her feet in the water, letting them sting in the cold. She’s got a fish to catch. 

She comes from the dust. 

The dust becomes her as she becomes the dust; it settles into her skin like a second layer, a honey colored coat. She’s a minerals and sunshine kind of child. 

Now she...

about 1 month ago

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love, lise (United States) published:

the tragedy of being purposeless

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To be cut out for something, one must fit snuggly into its box of requirements, check off the essential ingredients from the recipe— it’s a pithy expression people mostly use when praising something that comes naturally to someone, or for discouraging those still trying from trying any longer.

“You’re not cut out for this.” Sawyer’s high school swim coach told him on the first day back from christmas break, when Sawyer ambled into the locker room, not having caught the...

about 1 month ago

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love, lise (United States) published:

i’m shining my spotlight on u

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Sawyer Alexander was never the main character, even in his own life. The stage upon which one stands for their performance, where they live their lives for the world to watch from the audience, never belonged to him. He sat in the shadows just off to the side, just behind the edge of the curtain, hiding in the wings while others overtook the stage. From the sidelines, he watched his older brother romance a girl in high school and get...

about 1 month ago

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love, lise (United States) published:

my mother the monster

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My mother is a woman of love. 

The scriptures say love is fierce, and that’s the best description of my mother I have found so far. 

She’s a carefully wrapped package of love and ferocity, a balanced scale of things that drive her to protect and provide for us the way she has. 

My mother wakes up with the sun every morning to fix a table of three breakfast plates, two glasses of juice and one mug of freshly ground...

about 1 month ago