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Lisa Fisher Books: April 2014
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Sunday, April 13, 2014. Some people will kick the crap out of your heart just because they can. The least I can do is write about it. Say you need space, so I tell you I'm fine. Not really, but you already know that, right? My heart is crumbling like dust to the ground. As I hear you go on about your new life now. And for you, everything's falling together. For me, everything's a blur, and I hurt. You're still here hanging around. My hope magnifying like sound. Getting louder, louder. My pain magnifying ...
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Lisa Fisher Books: July 2014
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Monday, July 7, 2014. It’s strange to hear your voice after a month. You don’t have to say you miss me it’s in your tone. How you laugh at all my little jokes. Tell me 'bout your day like we’re old friends catching up. Say hello, say hello, say hello. When we hang up the phone. We’re back to real life, back to being alone. So say hello for the last time, it’ll last this time. Every little story is now more interesting. You’re holding on to every word, don’t want to let go. Say hello, say hello, say hello.
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Lisa Fisher Books: May 2014
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Thursday, May 15, 2014. Everyone warned me it would end like this. You’re the kind of person who can’t be trusted. I can count my real friends on my fingertips. You aren’t one of ‘em, ‘cause a friend wouldn’t. Treat me how ya did regardless of the situation. You might be oh-so content burning bridges. But when the flames erupt and you get stuck. Hope ya know you’re on your own, so good luck. You might be oh-so content burning bridges. When the flames take control, swallow you whole. Posted by Lisa Fisher.
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Lisa Fisher Books: Say Hello
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Monday, July 7, 2014. It’s strange to hear your voice after a month. You don’t have to say you miss me it’s in your tone. How you laugh at all my little jokes. Tell me 'bout your day like we’re old friends catching up. Say hello, say hello, say hello. When we hang up the phone. We’re back to real life, back to being alone. So say hello for the last time, it’ll last this time. Every little story is now more interesting. You’re holding on to every word, don’t want to let go. Say hello, say hello, say hello.
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Lisa Fisher Books: Strong Enough
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Sunday, November 23, 2014. They all ask me what you did. I’m so afraid, reluctant to admit. Because once I say the words aloud. This secret finally comes out. I hear their words. I hear their doubts. 8220;If that’s the truth. Why say it now? I’ve been chained to these lies. So long, it’s a wonder I’ve survived. I don’t want to be passive and weak. I’m strong enough to set me free. They’ll never really understand. They haven’t been where I’ve been. They haven’t felt your hands touch them. Why say it now?
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Lisa Fisher Books: Sink or Swim
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Monday, August 18, 2014. I was everything you never deserved. What a lesson it was to learn. You hold me under with such remorse. Somehow we were thrown off course. And to feel free. Well that, my dear, is a luxury. Get ready for the endless fight. With deep breath, you’ll sink or swim. A losing game to win. My wide eyed views have come to close. That tingling feeling from in my bones. And to feel free. Well that, my dear, is a luxury. Get ready for the endless fight. Let the water fill your lungs.
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Lisa Fisher Books: March 2014
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Wednesday, March 26, 2014. I have these words in the back of my mind. Waiting to spit them out at the perfect time. You can read my mood and you see it coming. You might still care, but you don't love me. I think we need to move on. And maybe it's my fault, but maybe it's not. Maybe I should have tried harder to get you to stop. As the medicine is soaking in. You hear the edge of regret in my goodbye. Before you quietly drift into such a familiar high. You say, "Just give me a few more months".
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Lisa Fisher Books: Slam... the Pain Away. Spoken Word Poetry.
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Monday, September 1, 2014. Slam the Pain Away. Spoken Word Poetry. I hate my life because of what you did to me. You think that after six years, the PAIN of what happened would just VANISH? Do you think it’s okay? It’s not okay. I’M not okay. I’m shrouded in a careless. Darkness. I look around to see nothing. No one. Screaming doesn't work, because somewhere along the line, my vocal cords were severed. Broken. I’m paralyzed. I’m searching. It’s endless. I hate what you took from me. You STOLE my pride.
