My Son would Never Rape a Woman

Epiphany in the Cacophony

sad-alone-cute-girl-waiting-someone-window My son would never rape a woman. It is brutal, disgusting and immoral. He simply isn’t capable of such a thing. She has obviously enticed him. __________________________________________________________

She was at the club when it happened. Short black dress, tall black drink. She stood in the middle of the dance floor, moved her hips slowly. She made eye contact with him. She even smiled. He walked up to her and asked her to meet him at his car. When she declined, he grabbed her arm.
And what a scene she created! She fought, screamed and kicked. You want this, he told her as he pulled her out of the club. NO, she screamed, yelling as he dragged her to his car. You don’t know what you want, you’re drunk.

She sat alone in the parking lot a few hours later. Disgusting girl, she reeked of smoke and alcohol. What…

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Own Me Forever

A dark room, a thousand sweaty bodies,

All moving to the same rhythm,

All lost in their own reverie,

Me; I’m a slave to your touch,

The musk of your cologne, the softness of your shirt.

With my skin up against yours,

I’m melting under your scorching gaze,

Your passion burning; threatening to consume,

From the burning trail your lips leave,

To the feather promises of your breath on my skin.

Addicted to the taste of your kisses,

I give in defeated,

You take without asking,

Possess me; mind, body and soul,

I’m yours to do as you please,

This dance I’ll dance forever.

Sometimes…

Sometimes I wonder
How love is but a lie
How people keep wishing
Not knowing the reason why.

How empires fell
How wars were fought
Just for that one smile
Cause love today is just too fake
And people’s hearts are vile.

Sometimes I wonder
How you live for just that person
The person who holds your heart
And yet he doesn’t give a damn
Even as your world falls apart.

So fear not friend
If you’ve lost in love
There’s nothing there to mourn
For the one you seek was not for you
Do not be forlorn.

The Girl who killed herself

Don’t talk to her
She’s in too deep
Drowning in her own pain.

Her eyes are empty
An endless void
A reflection of her life.

She can’t sleep
She can’t eat
Just keeps awaiting her doom.

Everyday
A new mask
Everyday
A new pretense.

Lost in her own nightmares
She murdered her hopes
Strangled her joy.

No tears shed
For this living corpse
No remorse
For her bleeding heart.

That’s how she lives
That’s who she is
The girl who killed herself.

Words

A piece of paper

is all he left me

A letter and empty places

An empty bed

and an empty heart

Guess he was a coward

to run like this

A coward

not to face me

He had no right to hurt me so

To leave me with just words

Five words worse than- “It’s over”

Five words..

“It’s not you it’s me”

 

I miss you my dear ball of fur…

Oh how you’ve grown up; no more the same little thing that used to climb in bed with me and snatch away my pillow to use it as your mattress.

No more chewed footwear or torn cushions. No…you are lazier now 😛

You make me want to rush home and hug you. It is my favorite stress buster.

I love you my one true love…my Zoe. ❤