Elizebeth Turnquist


  • keeping it to myself

    If I share my discomfort

    With someone unfamiliar
    Then I end up comforting them
    Because their uncomfortable
    They can say terrible things
    Like, “I’d die if I were you.”
    I’m burdened with educating them
    That may people live like I do
    It’s easier to fib with, “I’m good.”
    Than to convince them, “I’m fine.”
    I’ve learned to survive and accept
    My flawed body and mind.
    2023-01-03

  • no "just me"

    How many lives do we live

    The different titles and names
    Private yearing and defiant thoughts 
    A chameleon in different backdrops
    A work life, Family life, Private life
    An inner life and hidden true nature
    I am not one but many
    If you mix the colors they get murky
    So we keep them separate
    Only open the paint we need
    To paint the person they see
    Because all the colors are me
    2022-12-26

  • aesthetically pleasing

    Does frumpy have to be bad
    Can it also be cute and colorful
    Can I be put together and confident
    Without form fitting clothes
    Can I attain aestheticly pleasing
    Avoiding attractive and alluring 
    As I sprint away from sexy
    Defying the male gaze
    I’m not performing for another
    My goal is not to be perceived
    I want to look in the mirror
    See a picture I find appealing
    And smile happily for me.
    2022-12-19

  • not for you

    I don’t have to be pretty

    Or smart or sexy or worthy
    I don’t owe you attractive
    Or charismatic or even productive 
    You can dislike me all you want
    Shun me and idly dismiss me
    And I don’t have to care
    Or have a reaction or engage 
    I can be all the things I am
    As your judgement lives outside me
    Because I was born into this world
    And my existence is enough.
    2022-12-12

  • supposed to be

    Love was sold as a safe harbor

    A cure for loneliness of old age
    The trick to a happier life
    Through one true companion
    But I found the story of love to lie
    A scary escapade to start
    And then slow comfort over time
    But my fear was their dazzle
    And my comfort was their boring
    Life showed me a different cliche
    Loss of love let me find myself
    Where alone wasn’t always lonely
    I had to get past the story of love
    To write a memoir of me.
    2022-12-05

  • earned distrust

    I don’t trust boys or men

    My individual distrust isn’t fair

    But it’s based on sound evidence
    Why are the few judged by the many
    It’s because the few don’t act
    Passively participating is still doing
    Listening silently is implicit support
    Yes, I’m suggesting radical acts
    Men must police other men
    Because men don’t defer to women
    Being womanly is an insult to men
    When you truly respect someone
    You want to emulate them
    Until men want to be like women
    I’m an angry feminist
    Because their gender leans to harm
    And my gender is considered lesser.
    2022-11-28

  • imperfection

    I don’t chase perfection

    I dont even try
    I sit still on the grass
    And stare at the imperfect sky
    The world is so muddy
    Why try to stay dry
    Puddles are for stomping
    Mats to wipe the dirt goodbye
    Sometimes I’m foolish
    Don’t feed me that polite lie
    I see flaws in my reality
    And my comfort is the right size.
    2022-11-21

  • private perception

    I can’t see through your eyes

    I don’t know what role I play
    In your story I could be the villian 
    Or I could be the Saint
    You might see me as perfect
    Or an example of failure
    My fault is being curious
    Imaging stories of your perception
    It’s none of my business 
    Your thoughts of me are private 
    I need to focus on how I define me
    Be less concerned with what you see.
    2022-11-14

  • opposite doesn't mean opposition

    Different is painful

    It can seem like an attack
    Opposite can feel like opposition
    When, in reality, its not about you
    You’re judging yourself by my choices
    And being mad because you don’t fit
    You’re not the center of my universe
    Anymore than I am the center of yours
    My choices don’t stomp out yours 
    And I won’t let your life define mine
    Try to see yourself seperate from me
    At a distance of worlds apart
    You’ll realize we won’t collide 
    I’m not even tugging at your gravity
    We’re not objects that rotate in sync
    We’re in seperate solar systems.
    2022-11-07

  • special for a while

    I was special for a moment
    They treated me different 

    Like I was bright and shiny 
    And then the shine wore off
    Suddenly I was tarnished
    Just another person to blame
    To receive their dismissal and disdain 
    They looped me in with all the rest
    A failure to their perfection test
    Because everyone was always wrong
    While they were always right.
    2022-11-05

  • discrete annoyance

    My annoyance is not your business

    These are my private thoughts
    And thoughts can be unfair
    They can be stupid and pointless
    They may have nothing to do with you
    They can disappear in an instant
    Your annoyance is not my business
    You are allowed your feelings
    You deserve your privacy
    You can decide which battles you fight
    Or choose to forgive my flaws
    Your silence is yours to keep
    Dare I suggest for us both
    Fleeting frustration isn’t of value
    It might just be a passing spark
    Until that spark turns to flame
    Until the flame is unavoidable 
    It might be better to let it go.
    2022-11-01
    Poem, poetry

  • no nice guys

    Nice men aren’t real

    Because nice is a performance
    It’s an act to make us comfortable
    Following the rules of a social script
    Kind men play a different game
    They don’t hide behind polite
    They can be blunt and direct
    As they deliver their compassion
    Because kind isn’t a transaction
    Kind isn’t always nice or easy
    It can have boundaries and be akward
    But give me a kind man anyday
    I much prefer that over a nice guy.
    2022-10-24
    Poem, poetry

  • loose lady bits

    My pussy is used and experienced
    When it’s excited it’s slippery
    It understands pleasure
    My twat isn’t young or virginal
    It isn’t like unopened package
    Inexperience isn’t my game
    Let me be clear, tight is painful
    So why is a woman’s displeasure
    The ideal that men must aim?
    2022-10-18
    Poem, poetry

  • personal space

    Imagine my skin is barbed wire

    There are spikes on my shoulder
    Cactus pins at the base of my back
    Treat me like I’m dangerous to touch
    Like you need expert tools
    My body isnt a public space
    It’s not freely open to strangers 
    This is a private club, key required
    Wait for permission to enter
    If you refuse the rule of consent
    Then I want nothing to do with you
    Give me the chance to invite you
    And I’ll consider your application.
    2022-10-10
    Poem, poetry

  • poetry

    Poems are just wild thoughts

    Ideas we forgot to keep to ourselves
    Perception roaming outside our mind
    We share our words with abandon
    Hoping someone else will see us.
    2022-10-04
    Poem, poetry

  • clumsy

    Not aware of the space around me

    Where my body fits or goes
    My limbs are like marionet pieces
    And I’m never a perfect puppeteer 
    Always surprised when I stub my toe
    Wasn’t aware of my foot before that
    Or when I bump into another person 
    Its like my body came out of nowhere
    There must be spacial awareness
    For those with graceful bodies
    but I’m more like an unaware ghost
    Suddenly dumped in an earthly form. 
    2022-09-26

  • noobs don't know

    It’s tiring saying the same thing

    Over and over and over again
    Leading others through their journey
    When we already learned that lesson
    We had to do it the hard way
    We had to do it without hand holding
    We resent making it easy for others
    Inviting means emotional labor
    It requires patience and kindness
    But that is the way we pass it on
    One conversation at a time
    Repeating the same old mantra
    That’s how we keep ourselves true
    And how we change the world.
    2022-09-19
    Poem, poetry

  • men don't like women

    Men don’t like womanliness
    They want access to our bodies
    They put a number on our desirability
    But they’re repelled by the thought
    Of a man being like a woman
    Feminine traits are not respectable 
    They see our value as care givers
    Our value as a doting companion
    But they don’t emulate our femininity 
    They like us to be soft and compliant
    Desire us young, innocent, and virginal 
    They want to protect and dominate us
    But they don’t invite us as equals
    They think consent is implied
    Where spoken “no” is an unspoken “yes”
    Like we don’t know our own minds
    The subtext of “happy wife, happy life”
    Is a contract where they’re entitled
    Where sex is something withheld
    Ourbody is a payment that is owed
    The medicine of the feminine
    Is a pill they take resentfully
    We are are an itch they must scratch
    An unplesant burden they must endure
    Not something they’d ever want to become.
    2022-09-13

  • not royal

    Not a princess

    Don’t wannabe queen
    Not here to be rescued
    Or waiting to be seen
    My body and beauty
    Can fuck right off
    Physical form limits
    Eyes on me are a trap
    I didn’t ask for a binary
    Or gender to define me
    So I refuse that evaluation
    Reject role of mother or wifey
    I love my lovely ladies
    Suporting my sister in strife
    If I must define my worth
    It’ll be what I alone bring to life.
    2022-09-06

  • new space race

    A billion dollars annotates
    A caricature of a human
    With the luxury of leaving this world
    Using us workers as human bricks
    They build a staircase to the sky
    The mortar is our worship of them
    Our irrational desire to join them
    In the capitalist gamble for wealth
    That delusion keeps us pinned here
    We give them our lives in productivity
    While they hoard many lifetimes of wealth
    Rocket ship roar of of their victory
    We watch withour feet tied to earth.
    2022-08-30

  • double meaning

    Sneaky words

    Sometime sound good
    Slowly second meaning
    Contorts context and tone 
    Compliment twists into criticism
    The words bite from underneath
    Hidden monster pulls us under
    Air is replaced by water
    Emotive as we drown
    Emotionally flailing 
    To just words
    Right?
    2022-08-23

  • we fight to fight

    Put us in a room

    Activists and advocates

    A group of strong willed people
    Opinionated and passionate 
    And expect a fight
    We start out fighting the world
    But when the world won’t listen
    We fight amongst ourselves
    Because warriors don’t wait 
    We will find a war to win
    Even if that war take us down.
    2022-08-15
    Poem, poetry

  • elusive and elite

    Being an expert is exclusive

    It means you know fancy words
    A language specific to your expertise 
    But the culture of competition
    Means expertise is not inviting
    It’s treated like a private club
    If you haven’t paid your dues
    Proving your worth in words
    Then you are effectively shut out
    The elite don’t want to guide you
    They don’t want to make it easy
    Knowledge is secret and selective
    Taking the time to translate is tiring
    When experts wail about mass stupidity
    Bemoaning request to dumb it down
    They seem to forget the part they played
    Making their knowledge unaccessable
    When they used fancy words to smarten it up.
    2022-08-08
    Poem, poetry

  • jaded old lady

    I don’t envy the young

    Romance alive in their hearts

    Full of ideals and blind faith

    Believing the lies we’re told
    The young don’t envy me
    Jaded by years of experience 
    Unable to escape our human failings
    Seeing through the lies we’re sold
    We live on different sides of age
    I don’t think humans can have both
    The naievete and hope of youth
    The practical wisdom of being old.
    2022-08-02
    Poem, poetry

  • you are not me

    we are us, as in more than one
    but you is you, and I is I
    we are not I, and you is not I
    don’t confuse you with me
    as I know me better
    And you know you better
    and we only know the little
    that you or I decide to share
    between us.
    2022-07-26
    Poem, poetry

  • intrusive thoughts

    Drowning in my own tea

    A shallow pool to fall into

    I brewed my own destruction
    Because my face can’t swim
    I forgo the sugar and milk
    Brush aside a useless cup
    Spill a pool into the saucer
    And dive in with mouth wide
    A dramatic pause of held breath
    It was a random thought, not intent
    An uninvited image in my head
    Instead of an inhale, I suck
    Slurping up my internal drama
    I know I can’t breath that leafy water
    And I wouldn’t choose to choke
    Tip the saucer up to finish my drink
    My tea is done, the image gone
    Now back to acting normal.
    2022-07-19
    Poem, poetry

  • loud silence

    The voice in my head is so loud

    With so many things to say
    Things I leave painfully unspoken
    With every passing day
    The world doesn’t welcome my words
    When they contradict the norm
    My mouth stays tight and silent
    As words spoken would lead to a storm
    As I bind my words away
    Convinced silence protects me
    Am I leaving others to suffer
    By denying them our community
    Cowardice and self-preservation
    Are siblings of the same fame
    I don’t know what is truly right
    But I live quietly, all the same.
    2022-07-12
    Poem, poetry

  • trustworthiness

    An elusive thing, trust

    Sometimes fragile gift 
    Sometimes stuborn blindness
    Sometimes trained by suspicion 

    So easy to break and hard to repair
    We expect it even when we destroy it
    It comes with conditions and expectation
    With all our internal failings and flaws
    Is it human to trust or even be trustworthy?
    2022-07-05
    Poem, poetry

  • style of kindness

    As you stand in the distance
    Your sight is offended
    You declare I am rude
    You simply do not approve
    You know a better way to be
    But I’ve only embarrassed myself
    Standing seperate from the crowd
    Being awkward or wierd or cringy
    Whether close or seperate from you
    Those things are mine to be
    Why does it matter so much
    Others perceptions as they see
    How am I hurting the world
    What am I inficting on you
    What does your derrise do for me
    Maybe I should have an opinion of you
    Judging other is a terrible accessory
    You should wear more compassion 
    If you want to truly be in style
    Focus on you, instead of criticizing me.
    2022-06-28
    Poem, poetry

  • No replacing lived experience

    An exercise in school
    They put me in a blindfold
    An attempt to educate
    It was like a backstage pass
    I got to peek behind the curtain
    A brief glimpse into another life 
    But there was no length in my stay
    Removing the blindfold returned my sight
    Years later I dated a blind man
    He was into judo, I had chronic fatigue
    Both disabled but in such different ways
    I had vision and he had energy
    We told each other our stories 
    We were close as partners can be
    But I could only know what he told me
    He couldn’t know what my insides feel like
    No words can replace lived experience.
    2022-06-21
    Poem, poetry

  • hot consent

    Don’t pull my hair

    And slap me with a silly grin
    That’s called assault, not flirting
    No one is owed intimacy
    Bodies aren’t land to be conquered 
    Touch without consent is an invasion
    Boys are only boys
    When no one calls them out
    We all know the subtle cues of pain
    Girls understand civil behavior
    Why are men allowed explosive emotion
    As women suppress their tears
    Guys don’t like these new rules
    Maybe time for some castration laws
    Maybe dicks can be public property, too.
    2022-06-14
    Poem, poetry

  • The lie of doctor patience

    Doctors are taught that patients lie

    So, they don’t believe what I tell them
    Because I don’t fit into what they believe
    If my experience contradicts their knowledge
    Then they deem my experience wrong
    So, I bend the truth to fit into their narrative
    Much like I hide my pain from the public
    And I try not to overburden my loved ones
    I tell the doctor what they want to hear
    I minimize my story, focus on right now
    No muddy mention of my past
    No curiosity of my own condition
    I hide my education and persistence
    I let the doctor solve the mystery alone
    So they can win at the puzzle of me.
    2022-06-07
    Poem, poetry

  • Doctors make me cry

    Anxious, I arrive at the appointment 
    I want to believe it will be different
    Maybe they won’t dismiss me
    Maybe they’ll listen this time
    Afterwards, I sit in the car and cry
    Because they’re so predictable 
    Medical school teaches them we lie
    Insurance decide how they can help
    And I don’t fit their medical model
    I’m a complicated case
    With too many ongoing symptoms
    So I only go when it’s bad
    When my symptoms are acute
    Because I need them to believe me
    Because sick is my everyday
    But my truth is never enough
    It doesn’t convince their authority 
    I walk away dissatisfied 
    Tears crashing down from my eyes.
    2022-05-31
    Poem, poetry

  • I survived today

    Some days life hurts
    And today included pain
    In a terrible wave it hit me
    It was awful and it overwhelming 
    I suffered with eyes closed
    A moment felt like forever
    I thought it might never end
    But then the wave passed
    And it still hurt, but less so
    I was grateful for the smaller pain
    And eager for the end of today
    Because tommorow is a new day
    Because some days life doesn’t hurt.
    2022-05-24
    Poem, poetry

  • not my potential

    It’s not our job to see potential in others

    We are not tasked with improving them
    If they didn’t ask to be mentored
    Or request our guidance in changing
    It’s not fair to mold them to our expectation
    To try and change someone for our needs
    The belief that manipulation can be good
    That we are doing what’s best for them
    Thats stealing their chance to choose
    Abusing throught lies and obfuscation 
    They deserve to make their own mistakes
    To be autonomous in their decision
    To be a person that doesn’t serve our needs
    Growth and evolution is a personal journey
    Only I can choose to change me
    And they should get the same oportunity.
    2022-05-16
    Poem, poetry

  • Speaking freely

    I let my tongue wag loose

    Free to say whatever it wants
    I speak comfortably and confidently 
    You can be impressed by my esteem
    Or you can recognize my folly
    Sometimes I make a fool of myself 
    I mess up what I’m trying to say
    I say things in a very wrong way
    That us the cost of a free tongue
    Actions have consequences 
    And my tounge lives with regrets.
    2022-05-10
    Poem, poetry

  • cruel animal

    Humans are born with
    Compassion and kindness
    So how do we lose them
    Where do they go
    Is it a lack of nurture
    Or the harsh lessons of life
    Removing our nature of care
    Turning us into jaded adults
    We end up keeping pain alive
    Passing on perceived harm
    We nurture the worst part of us
    We can be such cruel animals.
    2022-05-03
    Poem, poetry

  • The body I have

    I could envy a healthy body and sound mind

    But I’d have to make up a story
    A fiction of what it must be like
    Because I’ve never had those things
    I don’t want to pine away for the imagined
    What is the value in such fantasy
    Snake oil salesmen may claim otherwise
    But there’s no path to an easy cure
    This is the body I was born to and live in
    I’ve spent a lifetime learning my limitations
    I may be curious about another experience
    To be in a body that does what is expected
    But I refuse to live with envy
    I refuse to imagine myself into hate.
    2022-04-26
    Poem, poetry

  • unsolicited opinion

    Your opinion is an uninvited guest
    I didn’t open the door for you to say anything
    Don’t sneak it in as a compliment
    Or an underhanded attempt to share
    Acting like you’re all white picket fences
    Next to my abandoned fixer upper
    I’m not looking to get your buy in
    My life isn’t an open house
    I’m not looking to buy your wares
    My face is a no solicitors sign
    So, stop being a nosy neighbor
    We certainly don’t live on the same street
    Because I don’t barge into random houses
    I focus on my own life, I tend my own house
    If I want an opinion, if I’m looking for advice,
    Give me the chance to ask for it.
    2022-04-19
    Poem, poetry

  • identity first

    Policing my language

    When I speak of my identity
    Is simply unacceptable 
    The culture may decree
    Whatever it wants about words
    But I decree what is true for me
    You may think you know better
    But I get to choose what I call myself
    If you can dare to listen to my words
    If you decide to respect my choice
    I might believe your trying to understand
    I might believe you care about I.
    2022-04-11
    Poem, poetry

  • Curiosity Denied

    Curiosity liked to stroll the streets

    Eager to know their neighbors

    One days Curosity noticed a new house
    Privacy was out mowing its lawn
    Privacy saw earnest Curiosity in the distance 
    Privacy went inside and drew the curtains
    Curiosity rushed to the unfamilar door
    Curiosity turned the knob, but it was locked
    Curiosity was used to strolling in, uninvited
    But Curiosity was also a bit of a flake
    And once interest warned, Curiosity left
    Other neighbors coped in their own ways
    Intimacy didn’t find Curiosity reliable
    Often annoyed by their inconsistancy
    Curiosity didn’t really respect Boundaries
    Even when Boundaries built a gate
    Curiosity just climbed right over it
    So now Boundaries avoided Curiosity
    But Privacy was new and interesting
    Curiosity called out, pounding at the door
    Privacy persistently didn’t answer
    Curiosity got louder, demanding to be let in
    Night rolled in and finally Curiosity left
    In the dark of night, Privacy stepped outside
    Boundaries walked down the dim street
    Boundaries stopped in eyesight of Privacy
    Boundaries waited for Privacy to wave
    A bit later, Intimacy walked down the street
    Privacy looked for Boundaires blessing
    Feeling reassured, Privacy waved at Intimacy
    Standing outside, in companionable silence,
    They felt bad about excluding Curiosity
    But not bad enough to invite Curiosity over
    So the three new friends went inside
    And Privacy locked the door behind them.
    2022-04-05
    Poem, poetry

  • Doctors are the villian in my story

    As a kid, I coughed until I threw up my dinner
    Screamed from painful ear infections
    Spend school lunch in the nurses office
    Wet my pants heading for the toilet
    As a preteen, they sent me to a psychiatrist
    To sort out my runny nose and cough
    The psychiatrist told me to “do better”
    To stop making my mom’s life hard
    As a teen, the truant officer came to the door
    Mom told me to go to school achy
    The school wouldn’t take her notes anymore
    Wait until the nurses office sent me home
    As an adult, my boss told me to show up
    Coworkers got mad when I came to work sick
    Doctor wrote me a note with an end date
    But I was still sick when I returned to work
    I’m old now and Doctors blame my age
    To few symptoms and they ignore me
    To many symptoms and they dismiss me
    If I wait too long to visit they shame me
    What I’ve learned is that doctors make me cry
    I don’t expect to be healthy anytime soon
    But I’m pretty good at surviving while ill 
    Expert level at hiding my sick.
    2022-03-29
    Poem, poetry

  • Closed to the public

    You don’t get to decide 
    If my truth holds merit 
    Your curiosity isn’t owed
    Just because I’m different 
    You have no right to my story
    My privacy is a closed door
    You don’t deserve an explanation
    Just because I mentioned me
    If you really think you’re owed
    Then your priveledge is showing 
    The only thing you own is you
    I’m not giving tours to me today.
    2022-03-22
    Poem, poetry

  • Atoms in this galaxy

    No more than ants to an elephant
    Or a spec of sand to the sun
    That us the only way I can see
    Comparing ourself in this universe
    Some propose a greater being
    A greater intelligence to design
    But then they have the hubris to think
    It speaks to us all, it listens to us all
    That it cares more for some than others
    My thoughts lean toward existential dread
    I dont think the galaxy speaks to me 
    There is no one tuned in to my silent pleas
    I can be grateful for my unique existence 
    And agnostic to my place in this universe.
    2022-03-15
    Poem, poetry

  • my priveledge

    First world

    White middle class
    Well educated
    This is not bragging 
    This is my priveledge 
    I didn’t earn these
    I am not superior
    These are my benefits
    My unfair source of power
    I wish I could share them
    But all I can do is be aware
    That I have things others don’t
    Removing the barriers I can
    And admitting my bias 
    This isn’t fair or right
    It’s just the world I live in.
    2022-03-08
    poetry

  • Carrying these under eye bags

    When allergies bruise my face

    With deep set racoon eyes
    Meds only help so much
    Only time and sleep can fix
    The curse my body lives with
    These puffy, achy pains of existing
    Doing too much or doing to little
    There is no win, only compromise
    I avoid what I can and live moderately
    But yesterday the world beat me me up
    And now my body’s bullied into submission
    These deep purple circles under my eyes
    Tell me today I need to rest.
    2022-03-07
    Poem, poetry

  • uninspired

    A fine whine comes at the time

    When inspiration is in decline
    I use fire to fuel my brain
    Fill the furnace with my pain
    Wait for the watched pot to boil
    Hold my breath until it uncoils 
    Step away to let it simmer
    Smoke’ll let me know when it’s dinner.
    2022-03-01
    Poem, poetry

  • hurt feelings

    It’s true my feelings are my own
    And only I can choose to feel hurt
    But the shock is none the less
    When reality defies expectation
    A tone of cruel dismissal
    Harsh words swaddled in sweetness
    The unevenness stings sharply
    I feel hurt by what you aimed at me
    There is no opening to demand better
    To ask reason from a mouth that bruises
    At best I can choose to move on
    You have no say in my feelings.
    2022-02-22
    Poem, poetry

  • Corporate dissonance

    Managers have to be the best
    They have to climb a ladder
    Compete to get to the top
    Disability is a disadvantage
    We are trying to survive
    We innately don’t fit in
    Reasonable accommodation
    Requires disability to expose need
    To get assistance we have to ask
    We have to explain our weakness
    This corporate paradigm
    The culture of management
    Conflicts with the reality of disability
    It’s like expecting wolves
    To see the sheep’s point of view
    And then stubbornly confused 
    when the wolf sees the sheep
    As a meal when it’s time for dinner.
    2022-02-15
    Poem, poetry

  • rare collectibles

    Extroverts collect friends

    They must have them all
    Introverts search for rare
    They want that perfect match
    Is it better to care for the world
    Or restrict to the right fit
    Who can say what works right
    Except for each one of us.
    2022-02-08
    Poem, poetry

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