the thing about feelings
is that they change
you may have been
or entirely immersed
but that doesn’t mean
that’s how you feel now
or how you’ll feel forever
and i fear that people forget that,
i fear we fail to remember
that emotions are not permanent
and maybe that’s why
her stomach hurts
when she thinks about
the girls in his life
or why i’m reluctant
to share old poems
because i don’t want anyone
to think that’s how i feel today
so maybe we should start asking
“how are you?” more often
and stop accepting
the default “i’m okay.”
and maybe we should start
caring more about
what people say now,
instead of dwelling on
words of the past
You are not emasculated when you are gentle to a woman.
You are not emasculated when you can't control your child's behaviour
You are not emasculated when you get a vasectomy done
You are not emasculated when you stand up for a woman, no matter how old she is.
You are not emasculated when you support gender equality.
You are not emasculated when you choose to not drink and drive
You are not emasculated when your lifestyle choices are different from that of your friends.
I am a feminist who believes that man and woman have equal roles in the society.
If you think women are weaker, I fail to comprehend you and I m not going to waste my time explaining you the basics of how to be peaceful and respecting one another.
Someone who wants a change, and is doing their part in it.
Today you will see a sight very rare.
hypocrisy will come in bridal wear.
Will be removed all clothes of creeds.
Roaming naked will be seen deeds.
Cats will show their vegetarian teeth;
And rats will witness standing high on feet.
Tons of civilized men on streets you'll see;
And in their trousers many will pee.
Today you will see a sight very rare.
Hypocrisy will come in bridal wear.
I'm afraid to write about you because
Ink makes me feel everything,
And everything feels so much more real
When my cursive words smudge up against
The side of my hand and stain it blue
As my pen races to keep up with my heart
But it can't be real,
Because I thought I was moving on,
I thought I was growing up,
I thought I knew all of this was
Foolish and starry-eyed
I thought, I thought, I thought
But maybe I need to stop thinking
And just let myself feel;
Feel the butterflies you put in my stomach,
Feel the pure bliss you infuse into bloodstream
And maybe I don't need to know everything,
Like exactly what you're thinking
Or exactly how I feel
Or how all of this is going to turn out
I guess what I'm saying is that
Everything isn't always going to be clear,
I may come up to "two roads in a yellow wood"
And not be absolutely certain which one I'm meant to take,
But I do know that whichever path I choose,
I'd like to be able to scan the trees and smile
Because you're there walking alongside me.
My dear friend and diary
Today was awful according to me
My heart tells me I love him, you see
But my head always seems to disagree
To him I must be invisible
A burden, mostly miserable
undesirable, and I'm unable
To put my feelings on the table
Oh, dear diary, dear friend
Countless minutes did I spend
In front of that old mirror of mine
The poor reflection didn't whine
But showed me how fat I am instead
What do I do? I have a date!
Dear, oh dear secret-keeper
I can't seem to make him forget her
Is it unfair to want him still?
Is it unfair to feel these chills
Whenever he is around even though...
He doesn't love her. I'm sure, I know
My dear and lovely diary
My reflection seems to be teasing me
It tells me to stop trying to be
Like the beautiful girls I always see
Shall I give up? Let her break free?
I think I should fight.. Do you agree?
Dear diary, you're my best friend
But today I'm lost in my own head
I fear our encounter comes to an end
Today I leave you under my bed
Until I find myself again
I need to know who I really am
I can not tell you where and when
But dearest friend, we'll meet again.
We friended on Facebook,
Scrolled down our profile pages.
Lived together in a virtual world.
Our images and websites we shared
With Instagram incisiveness.
Meet all my friends.
Block any you do not like.
All busy we are, doing nothing.
Like if you agree.
Laptops were not enough.
Users subscribed to Smartphones,
Iphones, and God knows what.
Google them if you wish.
And if you like my words
I now use words like lol,
And even WTF!
Sometimes I multitask,
Flicking TV channels
Like a Subbuteo striker –
Gone virtual by now I guess.
Flicking and flipping while I scroll
My laptop page.
I make new tabs
As I message many friends:
All along the way.
I’m Tivo-boxing clever
All the time,
King of my domain.
So get your VDU lit up
And monitor my words.
Download my thoughts
Into your memory banks.
I hope this all computes.