Sta.sh
In dependant women i find the brink of lost hope
A tilted ice skating rink
With a layer of soft soap.
A broken vase. Poker face. No joker, ace.
The hand shes dealt is knuckles
and a battery of bible belt buckles
He chuckles...
She wears the make up so he wont lose face.
Fat slouch, soiled briefs, mouthful of tooth paste.
He's a relic from a past era.
She will never run faster than her mascara.
Scared...waiting for the second R to come
Scarred...no healing, beckon martyrdom.
Far from numb...but palsy ingrained
A flesh of mesh...and everything taken in vein.
Maiden turned maid
Laden with Jade
A once bright son, faded to shade.
Lost first, past second, now life is third nature.
Memory’s mummery and mammary’s milk
Now nothing but a trifle herd of stray blurs...
Eyes of overdue cataracts
Still life lies in matters of fact.
Her excuses are frail.
Each night she reads her bruises like Braille.
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women are always seen as the "lower species"
"less important" "here to clean and cook"
i live in quite a sexist life.
at boxing and karate, the instructors will always put me with children or other girls afraid that i am weak and then they wonder why the children they put me with get battered and never think that it could be that i am as good as any of them..men and women...old and young.
very deep artwork..very very deep and meaningful.
it's like this anticipation
likethis constant rush:
like being sucked into heaven
on the tail of a comet;
i'm hot, and when he touches me
every pore of my being orgasms;
and i'm lost in his eyes,
some galaxy in his eyes, spangles
and an infinity of empty, dark space submerges my heart;
and i just know now..
the true meaning of love,
the real meaning of life;
it's like i'm falling into his eyes,
a throbbing cascade,
into the heart of never never,
and were giving birth endlessly to each other,
grinning till we feel
like our head's are going to split open.
and all our dreams..are surrounding us,
and every breath we take--is for each other,
and all my worries~while present~seem to be on hold..
and i see when i look at him, the future..
and it's beyond words--beyond beautiful--beyond human understanding...
that's what being soo in love with jess feels like.
my favorite thing to do is read it outloud because you get a better feeling of what rythm you were going for and the emotion its supposed to press on you.
keep up the good sing song.
it has alot of content.
the flow, in my opinion, is touch and go..in parts.
but really powerful in other's, which kind of makes up for it.
i've kind of given up on commenting on your writing babe, only
because..i start thinking, you think i like it, because my relations i am
obligated to. lol.
however, i do enjoy it when you write
about topics of interest to me.
and this is definitely that.
you rock me, you roll me, you utterly control me.
meow. hehe. xoxx
i had fun with tweedle-dee [on your page]
and tweedle-dum [kandace, again]
this morning.
i do love it babe, i wouldn't of said i did/do, if i didn't/don't.
you should know me well enough by now, to know my sincerity.
i'll talk to you later today babe.