bloggers, feminism, writing

The confidence capsule- Overcoming fear and tribulations.

Hello you gorgeous people, welcome back to my snazzle jazzle blog. This week emotions have heightened, we've been screwed over by politics once more and I've reached a new amazing high in spite of all that. I've decided to start a little series on my blog called ' the confidence capsule', sharing with you some… Continue reading The confidence capsule- Overcoming fear and tribulations.

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Her.

 For the first time my feelings fight for it- the yellow light burning out where the lines of my world meet where the colour hurts. It’s like a weird love that never died It keeps me awake when I breathe and all I need is a hand to stop the slamming ache curved into a… Continue reading Her.

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Longing- an experimental poem.

    Peppered dynamite dragged across russet brown- citron peeled pitted with pores through curtains sliced lengthways brains share pleasure between fabric rains- feet sockless gooseflesh grounded on floorboards touch eyes of partial blue the same blue as confusion she chews on her hair lungs squeezed orange juice ballooned when she moves- eyes pressed shut… Continue reading Longing- an experimental poem.

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TIME OUT.

Infuse your life with action. Don't wait for it to happen. Make it happen. Make your own future. Make your own hope. Make your own love- B.W.   This one's called time out for a reason. I took a time out. Make sure that you're out doing something while the sun soaks into your skin… Continue reading TIME OUT.

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This Time Next Year Tag.

Thank you to my beautiful friend Chloe (whatchloewrote.wordpress.com) for tagging me in this awesome blogger tag! Goals for the future and in general are such a fundamental part of my growth and every day life. The goal for me currently is to get out of bed and soak up the sunshine. But in wider context,… Continue reading This Time Next Year Tag.

creative writing, feminism, poetry, poets, Uncategorized, writing

I am.

I am but space a cluster of mess; my skin full of chemicals that has let hurricanes in and planets and scars like plastered wax stuck to my chest. I am the white sclera the peeling film of tired eyes; I am sinew of bones that make up home with feelings reaching from the praline… Continue reading I am.