Saturday, October 15, 2011

He is just not that into you


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DECONSTRUCTING MYTHS AND LEGENDS:

And the rule is this: If a guy doesn't call you, he doesn't wanna call you.


Who established this rule? Men, women?

Women have been used as a tool since the dawn of time. They have been led to believe that they are nothing. Slowly, that thought has changed. Yet we can still see that even women themselves forget how important they are.

Are women taken for granted? Yes, all the time. When a woman says she hates other women, or when she says she only has male friends because  she cannot get along with other women; she automatically takes herself for granted. The patriarchal influence on women is so embedded in the way women construct their roles in society.

So many people want to free themselves from the social constraints that society has constructed for them. Some say they want to be free yet act the opposite. It is not easy to construct a whole new persona of independent thought. It is easier to act the part, than to be the part.


Bearing that in mind, this silent rule of not calling someone because you do not want to is nothing new. If the person is not interested in connecting there is no way to change their mind.

What people avoid is intimacy. They rather treat each other like shit than saying or doing something meaningful for someone else.





 

















Friday, October 14, 2011

Cock-tails


His words:
Statements of sharp swords,
Embedded in my soul.
Hurtful, sweet encompassed
In stupidity.
You ask for too much!
You want it all?
You demand satisfaction now sir?
Why, oh, why must you think you’re so high?







Dessert






I cry myself to sleep
Thinking of you and me.
Another soul is killing us
By the invitation you have sent.
Traitor of all races!
Violator of all prayers!
Desecrator of all escapes!
I have served you well,
At your mercy I am.
My dark lord,
Always death before life.


Main Course




He sees her
Disgusting body.
He eats her
Revolting inside.
She believes,
She is the one,
She pretends, she’s a star.
Knowing is too painful.
The truth hurts.
She conceives it too well.






Side dish




So come,
Call me up,
Say you want to
Act like you care.
One more night of lies,
We lie ahead. 









Entrees





This is the story of my putrid life
I come and go
I get no satisfaction, none.

Men are disgusted my me
women are jealous of me.

Who am I?

I am you,
I am your reflection in the mirror,
I am the thing you love to hate,
I am the thing you love to hurt.

This is the story of your putrid life
you come and go,
you get no satisfaction, none.

You say you are normal,
you say you are clean,
you say you are original,
you say and you say and you say so much
until there is nothing left to say.