“Rip my Innocence
Pieces by Pieces
Into Paper Shreds
Like a Plastic Dream.”
“Liquid tears falling
Down my frozen cheeks
Unfeeling, unyielding
A life half complete.”
Metal cranes flying in mid air, laying explosive eggs
Iron steel bars plunging into broken hearts
Gruesome decaying corpses dominate the land
Raped by a hundred men, husbands forced to watch
Marked with an invisible brand, death at dusk
Chilling haunting cries of an abandoned baby
A thousand struggles against the devil’s smile
“Rapes were often performed in public during the day, sometimes in front of spouses or family members that were tied up and forced to watch. A large number of them were systematized in a process where soldiers would search door-to-door for young girls, with many women taken captive and gang raped. The women were then killed immediately after the rape, often through mutilation, including breasts being cut off, or stabbing by bamboo (usually very long sticks), bayonet, butcher’s knife and other objects into the vagina.”
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Dancing cupids singing a joyous song
He releases the arrow of love from his bow
And unites lovers into harmonizing as one
His childlike laughter fills up the air
Full of malice and strange choices
At lovers end do they unite
The journey to the end
they suffer the tribunals of love.
The paradox of love and hatred
A mixture of bitter sweet romance
A potion that drowns logic and senses into
Pure foolishness and stupidity
Love, tell me, why did i fall in love?
When all i could have done is to walk away
and be freed from the invisible chains of commitment
To be a free soul in this world without any worries
The crossroad awaits in the distance
One wrong turn and it will end in disaster
Choose carefully, choose wisely.
Our hearts are only made for one.
Death awaits those that do not follow their hearts.
A torturous cell that rips hearts from within
The deadly arrow of love turns into vengeance
Into the wild they go, and they will never return.
It saddens me to think of the plight of women in our world today. Over the century, men had degraded us bit by bit… took our virtues and senses away and replaced it with a irrational innocence. We were kept as possessions like flowers – admired at during bloom, thrown away when it decays.
I have always felt that women are superior to men when it comes to the battle of the sexes. We are definitely intelligent creatures… it only takes a finger to ensnare a man under our control. Men are weak creatures, they are akin to animals. When lust takes over them they degrade into primitive animals. They need women to survive, without a woman’s support they are close to nothing.
All these while, women has sacrificed so much to bring up their male counterparts. Only to be treated as sex toys and baby making machines, pinned down at home to do the chores and bring up the kids like an inferior.
In the age of economy we are made to double the roles and start working as well. Fortunately, men are becoming kind and understanding. They have stepped in to help out in the household to lessen our burdens as mothers. Then again, not all men are gentleman. With the knowledge that their wife is busy day and night, they go out to toy with more women and keep mistresses.
When all a woman has to do is to break his heart and never mend back the pieces and he will regret his actions for eternity.
Watch your thoughts: They become your words.
Watch your words: They become your actions.
Watch your actions: They become your habits.
Watch your habits: They become your character.
Watch your character: It becomes your destiny.
Entering the Human in us
“Not to make excuses or to deny who we are, but to accept this and enter into it. Embrace yourself, not as an image, but who we are with all out faults, as these are what makes us human, and in that way they are unique, and strengths. I know I’m really bad with directions, but am slowly accepting that’s part of me, and no longer get frustrated about getting lost, I see it and smile at myself for another mistake, lovingly knowing that it’s me manifesting.”
How to Make Reality Happen
Life happens to me OR
I make life happen.
“If you want to do something, don’t look at the past, look ahead, plan your path out, and think about it. Ships have to travel distances to reach their destination; they do not just arrive. In this same way it takes time for your thoughts (to) become things; you will get there.
Do not tell yourself stories about why you can not do something, instead plan and make it happen. In each moment, you have the ability to decide what happens in the moment after. Accept that you are in control of your life, that your actions have brought you to where you are. If you don’t like where you are, don’t say “oh well”, make it better. No one else can make your life better for you. You, and only you can make the reality that you want. ”
