When they see you as a strong woman, they think that you do not need anything or anyone, you can bear everything and will overcome whatever happens. That you do not mind being listened to, cared for or pampered.
When they see you as a strong woman, they just look for you to help them carry their crosses. They talk to you and they think you do not need to be heard.
A strong woman is not asked if she is tired, suffering or falling, if she has anxiety or fear. The important thing is that she is always there: a lighthouse in the fog or a rock in the middle of the sea.
The strong woman is not forgiven anything. If she loses control, she becomes weak. If she loses her temper, she becomes hysteri...
She had forgotten herself,
In the days she sewed costumes,
Attended concerts, games, graduations,
Cried herself to sleep, unable to
Hold it in anymore.
In the long nights of homework,
Early morning bus rides,
She had forgotten to be a woman..
Until it was time to do her again.
For the world, her red lipstick was a symbol of being 'Slut'.
For her, it was a symbol of being 'Powerful'.
New Delhi, India
Sometimes I think out loud, those complexes of eloquence, how dictates to the solitude between contraption and the need to implode.
A single impulse to raze the table of anatomy, a butcher's instrument; But I prefer the scent of her body.
You are only the consequence of the perfect lover, the fatal woman, you are what is happening to me.
You can not write in synonym of possessing is usually selfishness. If you allow me to rip from your skin the repeated lyrics to dress my madness and stop this frenzy that makes me fall on your body and eat it to verses.
We are the product of a world without men
We are not soft, delicate or carefully kept
Covered in scars, deep wounds to our hearts
And alone on the battlefield, ahead we did charge
Into the storm of bullets we ventured
No white flag raised, no surrender
Our skin grew into a hardened armour
Because we never could rely on the protection of a father
Our edges are refined like that of a sharp blade
Because we know there is no hope of being saved
Every bullet and bomb we learned to deflect
Without cover or a safety net
We became weapons of mass destruction
Not needing anyone but ourselves to function
Picking ourselves up time after time
Instilling fear as we approach enemy lines
Even the ground u...
There's tattoo down in her hand,
She never tells me what's her plan.
And she goes around the things,
Like she always wants to sing.
She says something to cheer me up,
Warm she is like a hot cup.
And she wants to paint the whole world,
With the color of her own mind,
Some red some blues some oranges,
Like a enchanted ray of sunlight.
And she makes it easy for me to breath,
I have my doubts but boy she is concrete.
I have a box of reasons why I shouldn't care
But she outnumbers me like a puny dare.
And all this might lead to something new,
Till then let's live our moments few.
Sometimes all we have is distance,
But I still like her persistence.
And if you see the world from her e...
Faithful women will give you so much of their attention, you might start thinking it's because they have no other option.
Truth is, they have plenty.
They just don't entertain that shit....
I hear you calling out my name, I hear the hushed whispers in the dark. Pull me in and let me feel your chest against me. Your call echos through my mind as I tear apart the walls I built around myself to keep you out. I want to break out of this cage I have locked myself in and feel the freedom of your kiss and the brush of your hands. I am in my tower waiting to save myself from the dragons of my own creation.
(With a Man)
I ask: define man.
Man: when you see a human eyes full with flood of blood but not a single drop cross limits.
I ask: may be that human is a woman.
Man: the difference is
"if the blood dries in eyes she is a woman"
"if it goes in heart and dry than a man".
As in Shakespeare's Sonnet
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day
Never do I
You ain't Normal
You are Rare and Real
A beautiful complex
A metaphor itself
You are the woman with my love
To whom the poet bows...
I'm lacking some knowledge,
I'm a game theorist, mathematician, cost advisor, I've read and understood the mathematical universe book. I have knowledge beyond belief......... I feel I understand and can explain so much around me........
I don't understand the complexities of women though. I don't expect I ever will.
Do men and women think the same thing?.......I need some serious help here, what do women think!
I'm a guy, single for.....let's just say a year.....separated...living alone..doing a place up....etc.
Mentioned before the only people I've like, that I thought liked me were a lady close by who's taken, a lady who went off to malta. Then the last lady I thought oh my god she could be the one, intelligent, well dressed, my age 46 I've always liked women around my own age, good job but doesn't matter (I say while placing a bucket to catch a drip in the roof!) I'm okay financial wont starve, wont go cold ever, just might not have a Ferrari, not bothered . Any road the last lady has a long term p...
As she cries out in pain, shadows lurk atound the room, smiling and laughing at her demise. A small red stain lays on the carpet beneath her, growing little by little as another shadow hits her again. "How many years have passed since then?" She asks herself, her mind going fully blank as another lash hits her. Not capable of running away from her misery, she takes a sip from her coffee mug and gets up from the bench smiling, leaving the park for another wonderful day of murder.
Working Class Heroine
Putting Glasses are her armour, she fights her computer till Fridays.
So she can live and fly for next two days.
This battle she's fighting for past six summers alone.
With Smile on her face and all the strength in her bone.
Someday's she is playful, some are in gloom.
She yearns to be a star in this nightly sky.
Unbeknownst to her she's already a moon.
The best thing about women isn’t what’s between their legs, but the thing behind their left breast.
I wish you climb out of the hole of stereotypes that says "how a man should be" and share the burden of responsibilities, the bill at the restaurants, the validation to be good drivers and the freedom to walk home safely.
May we climb the ladder of future hand in hand and strive for a better world.
I wish you the audacity to cry, to feel, to be soft and delicate too,
I wish you don't get stuck with the darks and wear the colors of your choice.
I wish your sexual preferences, your hobbies and your built do not define how more or less masculine you are.
I wish we destroy those boundaries that seperate us and restrict us to step into each other's shoes.
I wish we find a better defin...
She wore masacara to hide her fears
She had to be strong and suppress tears
She wore the bangles to remind herself
that her wings were clamped with threats
She adorned herself with a necklace
that would tame her into calmness
Around her head she draped the silk
and taught herself to live with guilt
She wore a pair of silvery anklets
which found peace in diving into sacrifices
Yet they called her a weakling
A burdensome liability than a human being
Her calmness was mistaken for fragility
For no reason she was made to feel guilty
Rendered to be blamed as a scapegoat
Her sacrifices narrated hypocritical anecdotes
A breath of freedom she wished to embrace
We bothered her with expectations of st...
"La Sintomatología Que MeHace Creer En Ti"
Cayendo la madrugada trató de compilar los detalles y pistas que me das, encontrando ahi valor y motivación para seguir el sendero qué te tiene como fin.
Preguntándome como lograste que mis ojos te voltearan a ver con especial atención?
Tan poco tiempo y ya no sales de mi mente,ni de mis oraciones
Mismas que comparten un solo objetivo: Hacerte Feliz!!
Lo que veo,pienso,siento y hago no seguiría creciendo si Tú Sussie, pequeña expresión de lo que ya quiero,no demostrarás interés mutuo.
Eres Tú mordiendo tus pequeños labios al escucharme
Son tus manos correspondiendo mis temerosas caricias
Eres Tú abrazándome como si no hubiera un mañana.
Es la voz qu...