"People call me a feminist whenever I express sentiments that differentiate me from a doormat or a prostitute"

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WHEN YOU SMILE YOU DO SOMETHING TO MY INSIDES

lovely

BREASTS, THIGHS AND BOTTOMS

I LIKE

BREASTS

THIGHS

AND BOTTOMS

eugh.

you'll only see it twice

sortir et l'aimer

FOXY LADY

THE GROUND'S NOT MINE TO WALK UPON

THE GROUND'S NOT MINE TO WALK UPON

heart inside the hand

another lonely grave

I'm giving up

on everything I see

a lonely day

don't you bother me

to take away

another lonely grave

I'll leave today

one more heart to save

my mind at least

knows to where it's running

till then I'll stay

and take what's coming.

JUST FOR STARTERS

MY FATHER WANTED ME TO DRAW HIM SOMETHING FOR HIS NEW SURFBOARD, SOMETHING A LONG THE LINES OF A CREEPY MERMAID. AND THIS IS WHAT I HAVE COME UP WITH, I HAVE LOADS OF TIME SO THIS IS JUST FOR STARTERS.

a letter to myself

Dearest Jacinta,

you dislike too many things and I just wanted to remind you of all the things you like. You like the sounds of peeling mandarin sectors and ink scratching on paper. You like to dip your hands in seed baskets and the smell of outside after it's rained. You like 4:30 in the afternoon. You like dancing in the kitchen when no one is home. You like photos of girls and their breasts. You like that you can yell and sneeze and smile. You like wet socks.

You like wearing the same clothes for more then a day and not showering. You like how clumsy you are and how you can laugh at yourself afterwards. You like the veins in hands when they pop out. You like feeling angry and happy at the same time. You like _ _ _ _ _ _. A lot. You like drinking too much water. You like ignoring the world and talking to Laura. You like how you like too many people and that you look like a crazy cat lady. You like not wearing shoes but wearing socks or tights or sometimes both. You like head banging because of the way it feels. You like being free. You like how you like girls and boys. You like Angus And Julia Stone and Florence very much. You like goosebumps. You like the sound of cars and empty streets where you can lay in the middle of the road. You like hot water. You like soft hands, thighs and lips. You like mango smoothies.

You like making butter popcorn and sweet things. You like rain and the sky. You like paw paw cream and being a woman. You like sitting on the kitchen bench. You like having breakfast outside of the house and being silly. You like meeting new people and you like trees. You like scissors and making things. You like the way you write and you like black pens.

You like your brother sometimes and being alone. But you like peoples company like Eve, Harri, Yasmin and Lewis. You like burning candle wax and food colouring. You like musicians and the colour blue, also red. You like Wednesdays a lot and you like to dance stupidly. You like quiet music and loud male singers. You like guitars. You like French films, French food and French language. You like dreams, that is your favourite thing.

You like scribbles and grammar. You like drama and Shakespeare. You like taking on different persona's on trains and then being yourself again. You like your clothes but being naked more. You like wet grass and drums. You like it when people make you laugh and telling stories. You like lullaby's and your Pa. You like barbeque flavoured crisps and lemonade. You really like fire, very much. You like fingers and earlobes. You like being messy and dancing when you're angry. You like it when your brother and you talk instead of fighting. You like stripes and spots. You like cats and mutilating Barbie dolls. You like coloured pens.

You like your hair in the morning and you like your smell and how it spreads everywhere. You like rings, but you didn't before and that's okay. You like _ _ _ _ _ _, _ _ _ _, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ and _ _ _ _ _ _. You like yourself sometimes and how you can't sing. You like to think and analyse situations. You like quiet times and being quiet. You like tattoos, piercings and being a 'rebdawg'. You like surprising people but not yourself. You like donkeys and petting farms. You like pigs and writing on your hands. You like wearing two pairs of tights. You like soft pillows and banjos. You like hair and freckles and being sad sometimes. You like the word 'glockenspiel' and 'soliloquy'. You like this letter and how long it is. You like _ _ _ and being sleepy.

YOU'RE LOOKING JUST AS LOVELY AS THE DAY WE MET

going loopy

simple as that

I LOVE YASMINO AND THAT'S THAT

CREEPY

MORE TO DISLIKE

DISLIKE- SICKNESS, BEING AFRAID, EGGS, THE FEELING IN YOUR THROAT WHEN YOU OPEN SALT AND VINEGAR CRISPS, CONFRONTATION, WAITING FOR SOMETHING NOT WORTH WAITING FOR, SAD LETTERS, STRANGERS, VITAMINS AND DRY LIPS.

LIKE- EVE, WATER, WAKING UP LATE AND WAKING EARLY, HURRICANES, THE SMELL OF WET GRASS, THIGHS, FLORENCE, BURNING CANDLE WAX, RINGS, LINED PAPER, JOHN KEATS, EARLOBES AND PUMPKIN SOUP.

OVER TONGUE

IT'S PEOPLE LIKE YOU WHO DESERVE TO DIE

WHO SPEAK OVER TONGUE AND OVER THE LINE

YOU'LL SAY WHAT YOU THINK BUT IT'S ALL OUT OF CRIME

SPITTING ALL ABOUT AS MUCH AS YOU TRY

I hate generalisations

falling

Sometimes I wish for falling, wish for the release,
wish for falling through the air to give me some relief.
Because falling's not the problem, when I'm falling I'm at peace,
it's only when I hit the ground it causes all the grief.

rewritten and added

resting in my throat

you've made me sick this time

stones in my body

and howling in my mind

you lay down beneath

the sky is yours again

then float above the dirt

and sleep well after then

heavy in your arms

you've flown away today

your wings they drip in oil

but black will stay this way

gave life to see the light

which dies inside of you

you bath the child at night

and watch her eyes of blue

let the strings be bound

and pull at your guitar

paint me all in blue

and drown me in your car

I'm wrapping you in green

the ropes will soon be tied

locked beneath the soil

no love is seeping by

child who's from the same

there's to paths that I do see

one that's next in line

and one that follows me

you're held beneath the floor

I'll break to let you fly

twin soul of mine the sea

my tears are waves that cry

If you let me drown

I'd float again once more

soaked in purple haze

and washed upon the shore.