#femenist
With superpowers or super skills or without any of it they still can be very strong and powerful…
Happy International Women’s day!!!
Motion - ishani
I’d be lying if
I said that it didn’t hurt me
a little bit when he just
wasn’t that into me.
This is becoming a circular
motion of all the reasons why
no one can love me.
Time to heal the broken, it never does - ishani
Hello, and I am not sorry,
this is not a goodbye,
more like a salutation
of a farewell,
this is our little dark age
watch me find light in this
darkness, as I’m sat in the
air conditioned emergency
room, my eyes burning
with mint, wearing a mask
is worse when you chew gum.
Everyone is staring,
it makes me feel intimidated,
I’m used to being the
intimidating one,
the scary one who makes
their skin crawl.
I’m the youngest one here,
well minus that toddler who
has barely been alive for a
minute – he doesn’t count.
This place smells of bleach
and anti bac, and the all too
familiar stench of the oncology
wards all around, I remember you
here, with your
liquorice all sorts that
were disgusting by the way,
but I “liked” them still, only for you,
I hope you know that.
You probably do, you’re my
guardian angel, I believe you
still visit me every now and then,
maybe my clairvoyancy isn’t as
good as it should be, because I
miss you every day.
They say it gets easier as time
passes, but everyday passes
and it never gets easier,
instead it makes my heart
reach out to make me miss you more,
because du er et minne (you are
a memory) it’s time to let you go now,
instead of grasping onto
the smoke of my past,
you need your peace
and all I cause is chaos
all around me.
I hope you don’t notice my facade - ishani
I’ve suicide inside
of my body, hurting me,
yet I’m finding it hard to leave,
so when it continues hurting me,
these insecurities disconcerting me,
I like to disguise it down into the gutter,
spilling these feelings down like water,
flushing it down and throwing it out,
I hope you remember;
I still want you to believe in me,
even though I am trying to
deceive you, me too.
Summer with a Pisces - ishani
I once wrote a list of
sixteen different things,
oh Tommy why didn’t you
want me? Scared that
you would leave me…
but guess what, he
already did.
It’s ironic now,
that sliver of hope
left behind when
you left me in the
dust, that burden
lingering around
for months to come -
and it did.
Tommy who’s the
piper now? While
you’re messaging me
pictures of girls when
she’s not the one that you
want - and I’m many
miles away, drinking
prosecco and smashing
pinot gorigio wine bottles
because the guy that
I wanted was kissing me
and no one else.
I guess I should thank
you for leaving me
well enough to not spend
summer with a pisces, but
learning to love myself
just the smallest amount.
None of the hijakers were women, gay, or black. The real murderers of 9/11 are straight white men.