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There is this question  
                           that lingers in my mind
The answer appropriate
                           I have yet to find

That after the time given to each life is up
The things , that she acquired
The success , fame , money , love , family
with all the time she had
All the things she worked harder for
The sacrifices she made
All memories , struggles ,everything
it will hold no value
The balance will turn back to zero

And there will come a time ,
she will need no oxygen ,
                       and then ?

In the end , it doesn't even matter
      So why , even live at all?
           So why , why work hard ?
 Apr 2017 Rapunzoll
Aditi
silently whispers

You're not the allegation of any guy who blames you for leading him on because you have two fatty sacs on your chest.

silently whispers

Your tears don't absolve you of your masculinity, nor your gentleness is something to mock about. Don't let anyone tell you any different.

silently whispers

You are not the lustful touches they give, or the hungry stares. If a man finds you ***** after he has touched you, tell him to look at his own hand.

silently whispers

You're not entitled to give it to someone, or enjoy what has been forced upon you, cause it is a sick imagination of someone else. Your gender does not determine if you're a victim or the culprit, deserving the punishment.

Please don't ever think you're supposed to sit still when someone's hand over stays their welcome, and stray to other places, where they were not invited because everyone says your gender Is supposed to enjoy any ****** act.

silently whispers*
You're not the intentions or the ***** implications of someone who compliments you, neither you accept their unsaid offer when you say thank you.

And when you talk of things like that, you're not supposed to stagger, when they speak out loud-" but I have never done that". Not you, maybe, buy definitely someone else.

speaks out loud
A crime does not stop because you refuse to participate in it, or if you decide to close your eyes. You can't dismiss a problem because you never had it happen to you.
It's not a girl or a boy, who is sexually abused.
It's a person.
Please, proceed onwards after you have this understood
Sexism works both ways
 Apr 2017 Rapunzoll
Lynn Hamilton
In no particular order:

Sip
Squeeze
Run
Soak

Sip

Tuned
Into
Jackanory

Sip
Scrub
Drain

Te­lling
A
Story

Vapour
Wars
On
Streets

With
No
Hint
Of
Apple

Or
­A
Kitchen
Sink

Sip
Dry
Put
Away

Sip
Squeeze
Run
Choke

Sip
Write
Hope
 Apr 2017 Rapunzoll
ghost man
the way clouds swirl
like milk in grey tea
when it rains
This distaste for life,
It beckons me.
it ruins me.
Severing my aching nerves
to those who love me.

This sopping wet-hearted life.
I’m wasting it.
I’m washing away.
squeezing what’s left from within
For a reason quite unburdened.

This dead man’s life.
I can’t become it.
I relinquish it,
for those who seek impurity
you have my blessing.

This artist’s imprisonment.
My abysmal life.
My intimate fantasy.
secretes from the ducts
of the one who bears none.
 Apr 2017 Rapunzoll
Shania
THE WIND
 Apr 2017 Rapunzoll
Shania
The wind is so gentle, but yeht so cruel.
Her cry can be poked through your logic.
Her mind is adrift.
Feeling empty, she breathes in and breathes out.
Susceptible to his contention and getting hurt by his cloud.
Her insecurities destroy her and making her silent.
#beautifulwords #feelings #sad
I'm not sure if I should complain anymore
Maybe this is my fault, I literally chose this life
Clothes on the floor, in the bathroom, overflowing everywhere
And she sleeps comfortably
4 more weeks
Lights burning until 5 am when you should probably be asleep because we both know you'll probably sleep through your 8 am, 8:15 am, 8:30 am alarms
And your classes, how many have you missed this semester?
Don't even reply
I chose this life the moment I chose to live here
But I didn't choose you
I didn't choose random civilians sleeping on our floor
Only to be alerted to their random comment on our behavior at 6 am when it's dark and the last thing a girl wants to hear in the midst of darkness is an unfamiliar male voice
4 more weeks
I did not choose your habits
The dishes have been piling up and
Is that mold on your sponge, don't answer that either
You laugh at the strangest things and maybe there shouldn't be a smile on your face while holding sharp objects
I did not choose my polar opposite in the worst possible way
We are like literal day and night and I never thought that I would hate it this much
4 more weeks
Just 4 more and then nothing but the bliss of being alone again in a safe place
My space
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