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@ssoulmuse
Mini documentation of what I read and learn *for my short- attention span brain*
no alarms, no surprises.
10 Ocak 2002
17 okur puanı
Ağustos 2021 tarihinde katıldı
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NO MEANS NO
it’s so predictable. a man who doesn’t take no for an answer when women say no. I wondered why? why would someone think that women don’t mean NO when they say NO. it’s my own traumas, my own scars. I say no, they start to blame me, I disagree, they start to blame me. I get harassed, they say to me to CALM DOWN. I am built with pain just like any woman, and it’s all so predictable now. A man’s finger will always point to a woman to blame. And I don’t even meddle in it anymore. I avoid, don’t ask for justice because justice is owned by men, don’t teach because in a real sense they won’t learn. that’s just how it is. that’s how they are. those who disagree will be men, of course, or people who are swooned.
Reklam
Most people will promise you enlightenment, sell you the escape from the allegorical cave of your sufferings and ignorance. But, beware. Beware of those with ill intensions.
poetry in progress
They say people who grow up like me choose the wrong people
But I don’t even choose, I don’t allow myself to love, to be happy
There is a wall twice my height that I can’t climb cuz I never stretch
In all truth, I am a ship with holes that’s trying way too hard to sail
And that ship needs more than a repair,
It needs the sailor with courage and skills.
“I Love You to Death” by Natalie Ward
And just like that, I can feel myself slipping. Suddenly the mask I try so hard to keep in place, feels like it’s falling off. Suddenly every painful secret that I hold inside of me wants to come out, as though they’re all trying to escape like this stupid, dead fish. I can feel myself sliding and even though I’m trying desperately to hold on, today it’s just not enough.
Catherine Siehl- What we buried
I want to spend a decade on just your hands
until I can tell yours apart from someone else's just by
brushing past them.
I want to spend a century on your mouth until I can taste you
just by breathing near you.
In this land of of living, beating things,
I want to grow until the sky has to expand to make room for me.
I want to know you like the river under my skin.
I want our roots to make the earth weep.
Reklam