Lita’s Literature
Seeking sanity in my own words
Lita’s Literature
Seeking sanity in my own words
Seeking sanity in my own words
Seeking sanity in my own words
Memory breathes
Automatically recording
The moments of life
We may forget
Or remember
Like a breath
Some are deeper
Or smaller
But still part
Of the bigger picture
Taking in the vision
Absorbing what may come with it
And consequently
Breathing out
Something it replaced
Smell the roses
Blow out the candle
Smell the emotions
Blow out the battle
We breathe, just as memory does
And stop,...
What is it
To be sorrounded by all those that you love
In the place you’ve learned to love so much
But in your time of need
In the time you long for a hug
For that shoulder to so freely cry on
You don’t know who to call?
To be deprived of comfort
Even though you seem so comfortable
To be scared of what’s next
Even though you seem to love your life.
What is it
To feel like you should love t...
We walked down the cliff
Treaded carefully through the rocks
One hand holding the ridges on the left
The other swinging around to find balance
We reached that beach
The one Charlie led us to
After coves of rock
We found the one of sand
With its own little jungle of trees
Our own little world for sometime
The sun was beaming
An occasional drizzle
As per usual on the island of Kauai
We swam, we ...
I’m on the way to you,
Finally.
10 years ago, when we were just kids
When we were just 2 kids, in love
And we had thought we’d never be apart,
I never would’ve imagined that there could be a world in which I didn’t see
I didn’t talk to you
Or hear about your stories and your accomplishments
In which I didn’t hug you
Or feel you
A world in which I didn’t know you.
But here we are, 10 years later,
...
What is art?
Art is up for interpretation
Art is decided by its creator
Art is who makes it, not what it is
Art is what it is, regardless of who makes it
These are all possible answers
So many of us are looking at this work of “art” in the middle of the room
All of us thinking something different
Or many of us thinking something that is the same
Art is art when one person looks at it and s...
It’s a scary world
The one we live in
But you,
the space that you are,
Makes it a little more bearable.
It gets tiring, to search all the time
For a small sense of joy
Or for a moment of ease, that is gone before it settles,
But when I return to you
The searching stops.
Instead, I get lost
In the art on your walls
And the trinkets on your shelves
The jewelry that hangs and the photos scattered...
My favorite part of the day
Is when I get in bed
To close my eyes
Because then, I know
I’ll be seeing you soon
Our story continues now, only in my dreams
Where my mind works its hardest
To create your image
To gather your essence
From the memories that are fading away
Yet, the dreams feel foreign
Because in my dreams, we aren’t getting along
But in my memories
That’s all we did
But you...
I swore the last one was the last
I swore I wouldn’t write another
Not another about you
Or about our love
Or about how you make me feel
How you made me feel
But this, is exactly how it is
How we went from lying in that bed
In disbelief that anyone could love anyone
The way I love you
And the way you love me.
How you left me that day
Without a doubt in my head
That it would be us in the end
How w...
You don’t deserve anymore of my tears
I’m reaching out
My arm hurts
Trying to pull you back in
Now I’m finally there
Close enough for you to grab my hand
But you say you can’t
I was sad for too long
And now
I’m just angry
When did it become
“I just don’t want to hurt her feelings”
And what about my feelings?
Remember when they mattered
They mattered the most
At least they mattered more
Now, not...
She wears Adidas sneakers with rose pink accent lines.
Her, over there, wears a rather dull outfit topped with a vibrant blue-purple beanie.
He must wear a button up and jeans every day, but today, he chose a bright, golf green shirt.
On the boring grey wall, there is a royal blue door.
I sit in the airport, I’m asked to write a poem inspired by color.
Where is there not color?
To see in blac...