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All we expect is a little respect



They tell us that we’re lucky

For their ‘equality’ we should be grateful

Then they ask us why we’re hateful

When we’re catcalled on the street


‘Equal opportunities’ are bullshit

When female heroes are only for sex appeal

And they tell us that we’re getting a great deal

When our paycheques are so much smaller


There’s nothing cute about princesses

Weak and helpless, in need of a knight

If no-one teaches the young girls to fight

Then what the hell do you expect.


You complain about the ‘friend zone’

As if her body should be yours without question

And you have to write history with discretion

To hide that we were important too


Was I wrong to think that a basic human right

Was having control of your body?

But of course she is at fault isn’t she

For wearing a skirt that she liked


And when you say motherhood is a ‘duty’

Don’t expect us to fall to our knees

And do whatever we can to appease

Your repulsive misogynistic ideals


~ From Bea


Sonnet #3


An Ode for my One and Only ~

At first you are often passed by,
A tragedy for them, not for you.
For if they knew what they’d missed they’d cry
Because people like you are too few.

Each day I keep learning new little secrets,
These pieces of magic you wield,
Your words, your art, your impeccable wits,
Past your humour, your endless talents revealed.

You shine as brightly as the Sirius Star,
So brightly I can no longer see
How anyone could ever be on parr
With the wonders that reside within thee.

You’re a discovery I delight in making
And my heart, I believe, is yours for the taking.

~ From Bea

Sonnet #2


A Ballad for my Beloved ~

Never before has the world been so gifted
Than with your heart, so endlessly giving
And the joy in your soul like pure gold sifted
Down to the essence of all that is living.

Not money nor love makes the world turn ’round
But, in the sincerity of your smile,
The reason for living is found
And angels learn their angelic style.

No words can portray your grace or beauty.
No artist’s brush can capture your eyes.
But to you every knight shall swear their fealty
For your charm and kindness, none can despise.

Your good heart has shown no limitations,
And my love for you seems to span constellations.

~ From Bea

Sonnet #1


A Sonnet for my Symphonist ~

Songwriting you truly excel at,
But your talents are not there confined
It is the great strength of your friendship that,
At heart, proves the strength of your mind.

Your words, so artfully crafted to tune
Do mimic the song that my heart sings
And the world becomes brighter than the moon
When your fingers upon strings start dancing.

Your beauty, the cause of Helen’s envy,
Does strike me down with every glance
But when you’re away, and my heart is empty
My love, by you, I am kept in a trance.

I love you so deeply I could never leave,
Not ever, not you, my beloved Eve.

~ From Bea



#1, 12th february 2012

i think you must know
i don’t know how you couldn’t.
i’m trying to stay away from you for
counting down in my mind so i
but you reach out before the sand in the hourglass is gone.


#2, 2nd september 2012

after weeks,
of building my own four walls brick by brick
you knocked it down like a sandcastle
and we built a fortress together.


#3, 31st december 2012

with you
i forgot
what i used to be sad about


#4, 21st september 2013

i’m starting to find my left hand boring
i keep doodling
imagining something lining the knuckle on my fourth finger;
how about you?


#5, 7th january 2014

you were taken away from me,
not in the worst way;
but in the way that left me alone
with long nights and empty days
waiting for your phone call.



#6, 2nd october 2014

time zones aren’t the same as time travel
sleep comes easily to the strong


#7, 18th july 2015

who do you blame if no one’s in the wrong
but it’s all you can do just to get along?


#8, 12th february 2016

every  brick of our fortress,
our castle
was pushed down
and i don’t think we can rebuilt it
with sticks from the ground.

And, oh, this too shall pass. This loneliness won’t last for long. ~ The Lumineers

Along the horizon, ships were dotted amongst the gentle rolling waves, their white sails like stitches holding the great blue fabrics of life together.

The girl thought about this, and laughed.

She had always found something so amusing in the little ironies that the world provided. How silly of her to think that it is life that encompasses this earth, when she knew how easy it was to slip away silently between the seams of life and yet remain here, a mute observer of the the frivolity of humanity.

Many years had fallen past her since she had last spoken to a living person but she had grown accustomed to that now and she found comfort in merely watching as the world rotated around her. So many people wandered right past her every day, never knowing the joy she took in listening to snippets of strangers’ lives and imagining the way she might have lived, if things had not ended differently so many years ago.

Her favourite people to watch were the couples newly fallen headfirst into the giddy rush of love. She knew what that felt like. She remembered the whispered secrets shared only in the distance between lover’s lips and the stolen kisses by the side of a beach. In a way, these were also the most painful scenes to endure.

On this particular evening, the stretch of golden sand that she inhabited was all but empty. A few families were left down by the water, but all seemingly getting ready to leave. The girl had just taken a stroll across the oceanfront and now returned to her sheltered outcropping of rock, relaxing back against it as she let the cool evening breeze wash over her, the sound of the crashing waves lulling her like a child into a restful state of near-sleep. She needed no blankets nor a bed to rest on for her sense of touch was so dulled that she hardly felt a thing anymore.

Just as she began to drift into the sea of unconsciousness, a loud barking woke her with a jolt. She sat up, her human reflexes still impossible to shake, and took in her surroundings quickly for signs of danger. To her delight, what she saw was not danger but a small bundle of energy bounding towards her in the shape of a dog.

She smiled.

She liked dogs. They were the only ones who ever passed the beach that had the ability to see her.

As it approached it slowed, sniffing at the air and wagging it’s tail. They were always dubious at first; she assumed it was because she smelled strange in comparison to living people. But when she fell to her knees in the universal dog language for ‘play’, it regained it’s joyous energy and leapt towards her. She stroked it’s head and the puppy rolled over for her, baring its belly in invitation.

Before she had a chance to fulfil it’s request, however, a whistle came from down the beach and the dog rebounded to it’s owners, loping away and leaving her once again alone. Not for the first time, she longed to stand up and greet the couple who owned the puppy, to interact with another human and be allowed to play with a dog for longer than a few moments. By now, she had become acquainted with these sudden urges, and knew well enough how to push it to the side to avoid the pain of lingering on it. However, this time in particular, she was struck by the remarkable similarities  between this couple and another she had known, so many years ago.

The two girls strolled down the beach hand in hand, their puppy happily bounding around their legs as it frolicked in it’s freedom. In the old, age-torn version of the image, the girls were restrained by their unwillingness to be seen too close and so walked at a distance from each other, never touching with more than their hands. In both worlds, the couple were so clearly delighted to be in each other’s company that they could not even attempt to keep the smiles off their faces, even if they ought to have done. And perhaps one version of these girls should have tried.

The overlaying images hit the girl with such strength that it blew the breath out of her (that is, if she can even be classed as breathing anymore) and she collapsed against the sand, gasping. Every emotion, every memory, every moment exploded through her heart in no more time than the space between the footfalls of the approaching couple. Tears filled her eyes and she could not rightfully say if they were of joy or of the deep terrible pain that split her soul in two. Perhaps it was both.

As she recovered from the shock of the unexpected reminder of days gone past, she began to look at the couple with new eyes. She saw not the ways things once were, but gladly exchanged that image for the way things now are. She rejoiced to see the couple so easily out in public, sharing their joy and love as any other couple would. As one girl leaned into the other, with laughter bright in her eyes, and kissed her on the cheek, the tears began to fall.

The girl revelled in the triumphant glory of the new world and dreamed that she and her dear, sweet, precious love might have been born in this age instead. Gone, she saw, were the days when young girls were beaten to death on the beach simply because they had fallen in love. Now perhaps the world could learn to love, and to accept love as it is.

With tears in her eyes and a smile on her face, the old young girl sighed and was released finally and completely into the peaceful nothingness that lies between the fabrics of this mortal life.
~ From Bea


Four flatmates, all alike in dignity,

In fair Library, where we lay our scene,

From revision there breaks new mutiny,

Where upcoming exams make minds unclean.

From forth the fatal loins of such bored woes

A blog from these four friends now comes to life

Whose new adventure piteous o’erthrows

The dullness of exams and all their strife.

The exciting passage of their new love

Painfully prolonged by exams to come

Just grows in passion when push comes to shove

And holds an exciting, unknown outcome,

The which if you with patient eyes attend,

Shall, with blog posts, your toils strive to mend.

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