Sulking to what seems to be riot girl music laying in a sea of pen and paper and books and clothes. I am 32 flavors and then some... tell 'em Ani.
I thought about feminism. And how pointless it all was. Shouldn't we be proud of us as an individual? Regardless of gender? I am a woman... I think. The line between straight, and not, is disfigured. I only have a gender when I stare at pale frame naked. Only then for a split second do I cross the line of gender. Whatever it is. You know its there. Just unspoken rules about how ones label behaves and that we all follow and some of us and most of us end up braking anyway. Feminist bug the hell out of me. "I am woman!" Well, so am I and I don't care! You guys shouldn't either. Being stuck up and bitching about your gender only divides us further. Times have changed.
A long time ago, or maybe not so long ago for some, we needed them. So eventually women got a voice. Grate. Now shut it. Society will always really be "A Mans World" if you can even call it that. So it goes. I think it's more important to stand your ground as just a person in the universe. Not speaking for the whole of one gender.
Just chill out and shut up.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Thursday, February 17, 2011
A Lock. A Key
Forever and even beyond the end of time.
My heart a lock of trembling tender years.
And your heart, a key.
A tiny silver key, dazzling in your dark iris.
Forever we can be.
My heart a lock and your heart a key
My heart a lock of trembling tender years.
And your heart, a key.
A tiny silver key, dazzling in your dark iris.
Forever we can be.
My heart a lock and your heart a key
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Saturday, February 12, 2011
The Harlot House
They usually come a dime a dozen.
You know the kind I mean.
Painted lips and painted faces to hide there age. Bigger the bossum, bigger the dollar, eh?
But not this girl.
Out of all the dimes she was a dollar.
She sat in a corner in her silver dress and silver shoes.
Her long blonde hair forced to be put up in curls.
Her face glowed in the dim lighting.
I don't know why I walked into such a place.
A place caught between heaven and hell; limbo.
She was shocked when I grabbed her hand first instead of her breast.
I didn't want her as the men around me groped for various things and a wild band of greasy gypies smoked there opium in a den.
Her skin was coverd in grease and she began to dance with me.
A horrid actress she was indeed.
If I paid a few dollars she would talk to me sweet, if I laid down a few more you know what I would get.
Sad and lonely she was.
Painted lady if I could save you from the house of these hells I would.
If I could save you from the streets, I would.
But you and I both know you won't stray away from this harlot house in the city on a bay.
Out of all the dimes, damn.
She was a dollar.
You know the kind I mean.
Painted lips and painted faces to hide there age. Bigger the bossum, bigger the dollar, eh?
But not this girl.
Out of all the dimes she was a dollar.
She sat in a corner in her silver dress and silver shoes.
Her long blonde hair forced to be put up in curls.
Her face glowed in the dim lighting.
I don't know why I walked into such a place.
A place caught between heaven and hell; limbo.
She was shocked when I grabbed her hand first instead of her breast.
I didn't want her as the men around me groped for various things and a wild band of greasy gypies smoked there opium in a den.
Her skin was coverd in grease and she began to dance with me.
A horrid actress she was indeed.
If I paid a few dollars she would talk to me sweet, if I laid down a few more you know what I would get.
Sad and lonely she was.
Painted lady if I could save you from the house of these hells I would.
If I could save you from the streets, I would.
But you and I both know you won't stray away from this harlot house in the city on a bay.
Out of all the dimes, damn.
She was a dollar.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
The Universe
We are the Universe.
Dare we discover?
Dare we disturb the inner peace?
Dare we become the unknown?
Dare we discover?
Dare we disturb the inner peace?
Dare we become the unknown?
Monday, February 7, 2011
Shaking
Where ever we sat, it was too bright.
My knuckles bumped yours in a chain reaction that lead to laughing then to simple kissing.
We sat in a chairs close to each other.
And I herd your heart beat.
Thumping like a drum to a song I know how to play.
All the while in the silence that formed around us I was fighting.
Fighting the knots and butterflies in my stomach.
Trying to stop this inner shaking.
Wondering if you stopped my heart braking.
All the while in the silence and white walls I kept shaking.
My knuckles bumped yours in a chain reaction that lead to laughing then to simple kissing.
We sat in a chairs close to each other.
And I herd your heart beat.
Thumping like a drum to a song I know how to play.
All the while in the silence that formed around us I was fighting.
Fighting the knots and butterflies in my stomach.
Trying to stop this inner shaking.
Wondering if you stopped my heart braking.
All the while in the silence and white walls I kept shaking.
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