http://slow.writerscafe.org/therisa The original writings of author therisa en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775984173 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Dedicated to my dad (1936-1998) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/therisa/1562571/ We attach labels To everything That we see Or experience In our lives. But What do these labels Really mean Beyond being An artificial construct? A question I find myself Asking. As the debate Is reignited By Caitlyn Jenners emergence To the world As a transwoman. Many times I have been told By cisg.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/therisa/1562502/ Often wonder.How Is it possibleFor a parentTo be cluelessAbout their own children.Never realizingTheir child isDifferentFrom others.As ifThey had raisedA changelingInstead.And notA childWho is transgenderGay lesbianOr bisexual.DenyingThe realityThey have livedFor several years.As their del.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/therisa/1561735/ Why Do some peopleFeel justifiedIn using religionAs a weaponOf hate?In spewingTheir venomAll over Innocent victimsLike myself.WhatDo they fearAbout me?Is itBecause I'm differentFrom their worldviewThat I scare them?And yetIsn't religion suppose toExplain the worldAround us?WhileBeing usedAs an .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/therisa/1547087/ SleepA five letter wordI've comeTo curseOn a nightly basisAs it evades me.And yetI've memoriesAs a young childUnable to sleep.SittingOn the edgeOf my bed.Listening toA CFL football gameDad was watchingOn the TV.SadlyIt has gotten worseOver the past eight yearsWith night terrorsAnd PTSD flashbacks.To.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/therisa/1547062/ Dealing with the memory of abuse http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/therisa/1545331/ Migraine headache, on a long weekend. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/therisa/1545212/ My third erotica poem that I have written. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/therisa/1545190/ As the hubbubOver Charlie HebdoDies down.With its tempestIn a teapotAround freedom of speech.I wonderIf these defendersOf free speechWill be reconsideringTheir position.On deliberatelyInciting othersBy expressingOr writingInflammatory words.For I knowThere are peopleWho think My very exist.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/therisa/1480194/ How I have felt, at times, being Trans. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/therisa/1480171/ Coming clean, about self-harming. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/therisa/1479272/ Acrostic poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/therisa/1479179/ Acrostic poems http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/therisa/1479174/ My inability to read my past poems, without being triggered, by them. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/therisa/1478716/ Even nowA decade laterYou haunt meWith the memoriesOf abuse.Want to scrubMyselfUntil nothing remainsBut my burnt bodyBefore me.Wiping awayThe caustic lye tearsDissolving the fleshTo the bare bone.As I layMy torn body ProstratedBefore the altarOf mercy.SeekingThat final momentWhich ser.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/therisa/1478658/ Acrostic. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/therisa/1478636/ Canada's discriminatory prison system. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/therisa/1478111/ My feelings, right now. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/therisa/1478077/ Recovering from, a nighttime PTSD flashback, during my sleep. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/therisa/1477707/ Similarities, between depression and Alzheimer's Disease. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/therisa/1477629/ A flashback, I had last night, around suppertime. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/therisa/1477533/ Marking the 70th anniversary of Auschwitz Concentration Camp liberation, by Soviet troops, on January 27, 1945. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/therisa/1476806/ The dichotomy of society's priorities. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/therisa/1476716/ A system errorFatally flawIn logical thinking.Batteries depletedUnable to moveAt all.Systems shutting downIn vain attemptTo preserveUnit's operating capacity.Losing dataAs corrupt memories filesReplace untainted onesFrom a second agoDisappearingWithout a trace.Rampant flowing Of vital fluidsFrom opt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/therisa/1474362/ Insanity central.Where The truth isA bold faced lie.Told To comfort us.Through The long nightsOf Winter.As our darkest thoughtsProwl aroundLooking forAny weaknessTo exploit.Like a WendigoOn the outlookFor thoseTo prey on.Consuming usUntil nothing remainsBut a small pile Of splintered bones.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/therisa/1473777/ An expanded and edited version of my poetic response to, Jacob Erin-Cilberto's poem, "Breakfast Cereal". http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/erin-cilberto/1472326/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/therisa/1472372/ General themed poems. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/therisa/1472366/ Book of dark poetry. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/therisa/1472360/ Fantasy written poems. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/therisa/1472358/ Poems about myself, and life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/therisa/1472354/ Poems, about issues that affect us, polically. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/therisa/1472333/ Capital punishment http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/therisa/1472332/ Freedom of speech, never been free. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/therisa/1472328/ An attempt, at humour, on my part. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/therisa/1472258/ Just so tired, of people deciding, when I need protection. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/therisa/1472238/ Healing powers of Squeak, Venus and Star, upon me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/therisa/1472236/ Another poem, about my relationship with Star. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/therisa/1472235/ Some things can't be rushed. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/therisa/1471841/ An expended and edited version of my poetic response, to Emily Burns' poem, "i am the mother". http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily-B/1470327/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/therisa/1471828/ Make it, a double, please. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/therisa/1471806/ Adieu, to all, who pressured by the recent spat, on the WC, to leave and close their accounts. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/therisa/1471800/ How the world appears, at times. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/therisa/1471134/ Like a shotgun blastMy emotions areScattered before me.Tangenting offIn all directionsAt once.Leaving meFeeling vulnerableTo the slightest Emotional breezeAcross my soul.As the tears flowAt the gentlest Of touchUpon my heartstrings.Smothering remainsOf blackened holesOnce containedMy burnt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/therisa/1471101/ Sigh. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/therisa/1471076/ Dedicated to all same-sex partners, living in repressive regimes, around the world. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/therisa/1471033/ An expanded and edited version, of my poetic response, to Willweb's poem, "Rude awakening". http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Willweb/1466804/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/therisa/1470980/ Another poem written, in the wee hours, this morn. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/therisa/1470962/ Written during the wee hours, this morn. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/therisa/1470957/ Feel so tiredOf this struggleTo keep wearingThis happy faceTo the world.Just wantTo find a placeWhere I don't feelThis need to lieAbout my emotionsAnymore.Being ableTo say"Bleep you"To the worldAnd walk away.Instead ofHaving to answerFor the thousandth time.Why I'm not smilingOr laugh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/therisa/1470531/ How I'm feeling. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/therisa/1470521/