words hide from me, waiting to be found.

i needed somewhere to put my poetry, my mind. (every piece of writing on here is from my own collection, unless stated otherwise)

[everythingthatiwanttosay]

Guys I cured my mental illness I can't write poetry anymore

[gothicprep]

every time I talk to a UK based e-friend about whatever the hell is going on over there, I become immensely grateful that I wasn’t old enough to remember my time living there. I would be so fucked up.

[gothicprep]

I probably need to modulate my personal conduct somewhat if people are asking me about shit like lesbian bog porn and just sort of assuming I know what the fuck that is

[radically-lesbian]

Emma Watson immediately jumped on the Rowling hate train, and proceeded to make it her personality in the years since. Even declining to talk about her in interviews, saying “we’re not going to talk about that woman”.

But did she ever speak up about Iran? Did she ever even put out one of her “solidarity” posts for the women of Iran?

And what did Rowling say about Iran? 🤔

And how did TRAs respond?

Y’all will make any women’s issue about trans people instead.

Just say you’re a western performative activist and move on.

[auntiewanda]

Watson is the most liberal ""feminist"" and it's so frustrating.

I always think back to this interview with Paris Lees (the TiM Vice writer who wrote this article about how he enjoys being "sexually objectified and treated like a piece of meat") where her entire demeanor changes when asked about trans stuff. It's so performative, she immediately goes into her shitty acting voice and she can't even look him in the eye.

And this was "praised as an example of true feminism".

Well of course it was. Because she was performing how a male wanted her to.

[radically-lesbian]

“I was catcalled, sexually objectified and treated like a piece of meat by men the entire week. And it was absolutely awesome.”

“I love catcalls. I love car toots. I love random men smiling “Hello beautiful!” like my mere presence just made their day. I like being called "princess" and ignoring them as I giggle inside. I like being eye-fucked on the escalator and wondering if I’ve just made him spring a boner.”

Y’all please click on that article and read it.

If you find misogyny sexy, you are not a feminist. And if you think it’s okay to uplift people who think that way, you’re just as bad as them. This is just fucking disgusting.

[everythingthatiwanttosay]

it took me six months to write about you,

but only because,

I couldn't find the right words to say.

All words escape me,

and nothing I can write will ever compare

To how I feel when I see you.

When I touch you.

When I kiss you.

It is impossible to describe it,

But we are all unanimous,

It is simply,

Love.

[everythingthatiwanttosay]

Did we have to worry about it tonight?

Feeling the space aroud us.

The cold air touching every hair follicle upon your skinny arms.

Tonight is tonight,

The cusp of tomorrow looming over the horizon.

We could worry about it tomorrow.

Let's let this night spin and swirl above the drain of yesterday.

Let's enjoy it right now.

Worry about it tomorrow.

[everythingthatiwanttosay]

"OURS"

I wish you could say it more.

Between cloudy days

And hot summer nights.

I wish I could be "ours".

Hooking my arms between your stomach and thighs.

I wish I could plant a million daisys

Across your face.

OURS.

You say it with such simplicity.

OURS.

I wish I could be Y(OURS).

- ours, la

[everythingthatiwanttosay]

if I told you in a whisper,

Beneath the dark blue sky,

Would you gasp politley?

And quickly say goodbye?

If I told you through words,

How fast you've made me fall,

Would you read them carefully,

With a belly, thick full of gall?

If I said it delicately,

Between the afternoons of leisure,

Would you feel relieved,

As your blood filled with quickening pleasure?

If I told you at all,

With a starry smile inked across my face,

Would you easily shoot me down,

And tell me this isn't my place.

So if I declared it for you abruptly,

Like a sweet peak ascending.

Would you really take the opportunity,

To tell me your relationship is ending.

Did you feel it, too?

This disgusting, unallowed connection.

Would you chose chance over safety,

Get lost in all of Love's direction?

[vviirgo]

[everythingthatiwanttosay]

I sometimes wish

I was a bee,

Buzzing about shamelessly,

my heart living free!

Visiting each flower,

With a gentle furry touch.

Being a little busy bee,

Could never be too much.

I'd thank the sun,

And the beautiful coloured petals,

and make my honey,

And be beautifully settled.

I wish I was a bee,

Buzzing about shamelessly!

- bzz bzz, lar

[everythingthatiwanttosay]

Threw caution to the wind,

And watched it fade away.

I've never felt so empty and tired

As I do today.

I've screamed my peace

Til I was blue in the face.

I couldn't put together a map,

Of how we ended up in this sodden place.

I counted the clouds,

And was jealous as they passed by.

I remembered your heavy gaunt sighs,

And they wanted to make me die.

Bury me beneath your skin,

And don't take me out too quickly.

This little tender heart of mine,

Has turned rotten and sickly.

- sickness, lar

[everythingthatiwanttosay]

I have wished ugly wishes,

And I’ve thought ugly thoughts.

We’ve swam through galaxies and cosmos,

Like a couple of star-struck astronauts.

We’ve sat together,

And met on the moon,

Staring at the world infornt of us,

Wishing we could live there soon.

We’ve bathed in star dust,

And whispered a million plans,

We’ve watched the sun burn a million degrees,

As we held slightly-quaking hands.

All I’m saying is that we could explore,

Thousands of lives, galaxies and spaces.

But I’ll wait for you on the moon,

With all my thoughts and graces.

[everythingthatiwanttosay]

I wrote a wet somber song, on your lips as I said my goodbyes. I heard the saddest sounds, through your desperate moans and heavy sighs. I wrote the sweetest I love you, In the saddest, emptiest space, The words so heavy and hungry, alike to the pinkest pleasure on your face. I touched the worst parts of you, as we damply undress after the rain, Your skin so cold to the touch, Your face twisted in wanting and pain. I wrote a somber song, for our last night on earth together. I hope you remember the words, as they’re etched between us forever.

songs, lar

[everythingthatiwanttosay]

Cried for a while,

And then I got mad,

Imagined desperate scenarios,

Ones that mad me sad.

I walked a thousand mental miles,

Wondering God where did I go wrong?

But the simple “I don’t give a fuck anymore”,

became my soul’s national song.

I’ll burn those fickle love letters,

And I’ll make sure never to tell,

The way I feel right now,

Feels like I never fell!

I don’t taste like sickly lemons,

I am not bitter anymore,

I wish you well and a happy life,

for my ego and heart are less sore.

[everythingthatiwanttosay]

We held tanned hands

and lay in the sweet smelling grass,

humming sweetly to one another,

just watching the milky clouds pass.

I’ve sat in rainier showers,

and have had darker days,

and I’ve not felt so down ever,

Despite what my snarling ego says.

The truths I’ve swallowed were bitter,

And I’ve had much tastier lies,

But I have to tell you,

My favourite sounds were your luscious sighs.

[everythingthatiwanttosay]

To say I’ve not gotten over anything ever is an understatement,

I fact it’s quite a bunch of big fat self serving lies.

I’ve thought about you every morning and everytime,

My hand would wander between my thighs.

To say I was obsessed would be an understatement,

Of one I can’t contest,

To tell you truthfully, honeslty and wholeheartedly,

I have thought always about your hands underneath my shallow vest.

I guess I could say it softly,

And wonder where I went completely wrong.

But the truth is I loved it!

This sweet, disgusting bitter song.

[everythingthatiwanttosay]

Late Night Love you left me a deep sodden blue, the trees singing and howling, their lyrics dedicated to you. Your mouth speaking, telling clean stories between my thighs, man you really left me sickly sweet, really put those stars in my skies. Then one day you left, carved those savoury songs, you left me a sorry letter that could never right all your wrongs. I never saw you again, but I can’t say that I was trying to look. You’ve gone onto bluer skies, carrying my heart you took.

- sweet songs, lar

[everythingthatiwanttosay]

did you dearly miss me?

I wondered and pondered over a glass of wine.

Tell me straight and honestly -

Was I, at all, acting completely fine?

Did I really love the sun too much?

And talk about nothing for hours and hours?

Do you think I wasted my finite breathes,

Singing to them sullen, lonely summer flowers?

Did I really smell like the ocean,

When the tide swept the uncertainty out?

Did I spit in your wide eye too much,

When my soft whisper became a shout?

Did you want to leave me, babe?

And did you really want to kiss me a final goodbye?

Please tell me now, my sweet lover,

Before I let these feelings crumple and die.