Sexism - a story untoldI. A mother scorns her infant boy forSexism - a story untold3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
wearing a dress; the fresh print of a
hand mark glows on his cheek.
Meanwhile, his sister plays in shorts
II. Lunchtime and a child, no more than
twelve, hurries home early. Tears
smudge the sleeves of his favourite
shirt as he tries to muffle his sobs.
A girl hit him in the face, but boys must
III. Accused of sexual harassment, a
young man apologizes for complimenting
a lady at the bar. Somewhere in the
crowd, a girl pinches a stranger's bum
whilst her friends screech like hyenas.
She was only mildly flirting with him,
IV. In a restaurant, a woman insists her
date pays the bill. The following day,
he's accused of earning too much and
spending too little.
V. A man is pinned against the wall and
forced into sex. Even though he turns
away, he must enjoy it because he's
just a bloke. Women can't rape men - it
doesn't work like that.
VI. Somewhere in this world, a boy
holds the door open for his crush, a
How to Make Friends with an IntrovertHow to make friends with an introvert.How to Make Friends with an Introvert3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
Please know that even though it is quiet.
Even if you don't like it.
Or you might think I am mad,
There's no need to feel bad.
You don't have to fill the silence
With pointless conversations.
Used as space fillers.
Where the words hang ominously in the air,
Expecting a response in return,
Sometimes we yearn
For a person who can enjoy the quiet times.
And know the just because not a single word was shared.
It was not the kind of silence that made you squirm,
But the occupied kind,
That we could share together.
That I can't go for hours
Surrounded by people,
Always having to come up with words for conversation.
I know it sounds silly,
But things like that party
You want to drag me out to.
Wear me out rather quickly.
Not that I don't appreciate your offer,
But it's just something that's sort of a bother
Verbalized words often times fail me.
Maybe that's why I don't do so good socially.
I trip over my tongue,
Where as s
It's OkayIt's okay to be sad.It's Okay1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's okay to be mad.
It's okay to cry,
To not have the strength to try.
Sometimes people just need to
Let it all out,
Scream and shout,
And that's okay.
Admitting something's wrong
Doesn't take your strength away.
Ask for help
If you need it.
Don't feel weak
Just because you
Enough to move mountains.
Crying is good.
If you didn't cry
Just bottle it up
Until you burst.
You don't even
Need a reason
Just have a good cry.
Take a long bath
And watch a movie
That makes you laugh.
Bake a cake
Just for the sake
Of making something.
Lay in bed
Until the bad thoughts
Leave your head.
Just sit back and relax.
Because it's okay
To not be okay,
And to take a day
Just for you.
How To Understand Introverted PeopleIt may seem at times I haveHow To Understand Introverted People2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
Little to offer when it comes
To the art of conversing,
Opting to remain in the shadows
Rather than to put myself
Directly in the centre like most.
Often any type of social situation
Is like a conflict zone in my eyes;
The amount of loud noises bubbling
From the throats of others, it's like
The consistent beat of a war drum.
As for any arguments, I feel as if
I'm caught in the firing line, the
Persistent sense of unease underling
The coat of my stomach triggers me
To turn tail and run for cover.
On the facade I'm a mere lone wolf,
Aloof, wanting nothing more than the
Entire room to lapse into silence.
I place no blame upon you for thinking
Wrong of the way I act - I must be
Awkward, I must not like making the
First move therefore I'm hard work.
Under the surface, I'm just like you,
Afraid of others judging me for the
Smallest and most stupidest things.
All I hope is to be welcomed, to be
Accepted by one, if not a few who
Takes the time to coax me out of my s
Words Can KillI'd rather drive a knife through my skull,Words Can Kill1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
or tie a red rope around my neck,
than listen to the bullets coming from your mouth.
I'd considered suicide, but I'm too weak to do it.
But I'm kind of lucky, aren't I?
Because your actions are suicide.
Shove me into the lockers when I’m late to class.
Throw my books out of my hand,
call me names, like idiot and dumb ass.
When I go to the internet to escape my hell,
I see that you've posted things on the web,
things I begged you not to tell.
Your words are like pills in a plastic bottle,
and the more I listen, the more I hear,
the more I want to swallow.
I'm in this war alone, solitude is my fortress,
because those around me are too scared
to extend a gentle hand of comfort.
They point and laugh to fit in with the crowd,
and all the while,
I’m forced to walk through the halls with my head down.
I've bled enough blood to numb the pain,
but whenever I get to school,
the pain starts again and again.
There's no escape from your
Your parents are artistsI've been looking for the best artist in the world, someone to help me express what you make me feel...Your parents are artists2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
But my life goes like always, you know, covered of darkness and without going through something to break the monotony.
The sky color reminds me of her eyes, her deep sad eyes, her long and sensuous fingers, her warm tongue of exquisite flavor, her tenderness masquerading as loneliness and melancholy...
It becomes a great joy when falling on your psychotic world, when sink into your hugs and kisses, it becomes an immense joy.
In this way, loneliness, despair and hate lead you to madness.
A man devastated by the tragedy, that feels empty inside, disbelieved and immune to pain.
The hate blurs the feelings, annihilates the reasoning...
I sigh deeply, because I also I become a victim of your beautiful curse.
And in the sweet mornings of the world, your gaze is lost on the path that leads to my death.
That is why I walk with my head down, because that beauty is compared with you, and becau
You.You were NovocainYou.3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
to my veins,
but what was left
how to maybe fall in love1.how to maybe fall in love3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
you don't. at least,
not at first, not for you; you sit
in the back of the room and kind
of admire the way
their laugh shakes
their shoulders back and forth,
rhythmic mimicry found unrhyming, unrehearsed.
it's refreshing, you think.
and slowly maybe you realize that hey, they
aren't too bad looking and hey, you
kind of like the way their eyes
dart away if you catch them looking at you,
you feel your heartbeat for the first
time in years.
you think you might like them.
kind of. maybe. you really don't know, but you
like to think you do
(because if you wish hard enough
some fairy godmother you know
doesn't exist might help this existential crisis going
on that consists of holy hell how do i DO this-).
but you like to think you know what you're doing.
and so you go on a
date, then two, then three, and you find
you really like that they hold your
smile in their eyes and hey, maybe
holding hands isn't like being trapped like you thought.
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