And only freedom is before me as I look down into the pit.
For you it is a pitch black hole.
For me it is a blue sky, filled with birds and innocent clouds.
Those who are truly free.
I’m breaking through the walls to reach you.
I slither along the floor to kiss your feet.
I hang on to ceiling like a bat watchful.
I prey on your untold fears, feast for the crows as it is.
Will you accept me into your soul?
If you forget me, know that I won’t leave you alone.
When I take you into iron tight grip I won’t let go.
Know this as you tremble and shy away.
Know that I am here, scratching behind the peeling paint.
Be aware that I hear your ludicrous prayers.
Take into account that I laugh at you when you are on your knees.
Be watchful even in your dreams.
For I am guilt.
And nothing washes me away.
While I was walking amongst the ruin,
Passing by a perfect depth of human lives.
I saw a night bane, who looked at me and cackled,
Her laugh was like a cutting sound of a heavy closing gates.
She startled my thoughts and glued me in tar,
Her abyssal wings pushed me to the exile.
I moved to flee the insane cackle,
I dreaded the time we will meet and dance.
For a friend awaits for us all,
For Death knows only an eternal end.
Soft touch of my bare soles leaves the circles of destiny breaking calm surface of water.
I steel myself for the upcoming hurricane of emotions.
I uncover my soul on the altar of truth.
Slim chance of becoming a traitor of my own desire.
Propelling me to swim naked to the shore of my shameful weakness.
The skeletons in my closet touch the flesh of my guilt.
I come undone as I yearn for forgiveness,
stealing glances at the purity of your soul.
My fantasy is a blessing in the moonlight,
a chalice of despair tipped to spill all needs.
My journey is perdition to reach the end of will.
Like a shadow I stalk you,
Like a sun you burn me,
My parched throat calls out to you,
Though only darkness emerge.
I seek and you run,
I chase and you hide,
I cover the Earth in search,
You drown in the abyss as to not let me in.
Like night I come and go,
Like day you wait and lay low,
My heart aches and breaks,
You listen and linger patiently and stealthly.
I seek and you run,
I chase and you hide,
I cover the Cosmos in searh,
You drown in the stars as to not let me in.
If you tell him you are not interested in jumping into a relationship with both feet, he will set out to try to change your mind.
Unfortunately when it comes to a relationship most men are like little, terrified puppies you can find around the corner in a shoebox, left on a street in a pouring rain (enter sad violin music). Of course they will rather crawl into a pit hole and die sooner than admit the sad truth.
A woman needs to show that she is interested in a man but it’s nothing serious. She needs to be cautious and mindful of his fears and doubts.
However, you don’t want to go into too intense approach. You can’t be too cold and uncaring. Remember about the little puppy in a shoebox. It needs coaxing, step by step convincing that this is his home, that he can feel safe but not bound. Never restrict man’s freedom but also don’t give him a cold shoulder. If he senses you lost interest totally, he will look for new hunting grounds.
Yes, I know it’s complicated, being hot&cold. It’s the essence of the game of love. Don’t you agree?
My uterus, my decision.
In the beginning I would like to thank all wise and startlingly male commentators regarding the abortion law that is maintained in Poland. Your opinion is so valuable, I’m sure, since you have uteruses, jajniki and periods each month yourselves, you regularly go into labor every 9 months, you can really appreciate poor females situation. I’m so happy that we can properly discus the miracle of labor, of pushing a watermelon through lemon wide channel. It’s nice that you know how comfortable it feels to have a body squirm on your bladder and the crazy hormones induced morning sickness. It’s also heartwarming that you feel the pain and shock of damaged life that suddenly is located inside your body. Not to mention that you can relate to the forced intercourse, when another man pushes hard rod inside your delicate organ. Yep, glad that males and females can talk about such experiences as equals.
And now let’s be serious because it’s a serious matter. Polish abortion law is one of the most strict laws in modern Europe. It’s as strict as Irish and Maltan law. And that’s it. In all liberal, democratic and modern countries the government doesn’t stick the nose up women vaginas.
In theory a woman can terminate the pregnancy in three cases: when she was raped, when the pregnancy is threatening her life and if the fetus has a lethal defect. That’s theory. In practice the doctors and pro-life activists will try to deter and postpone the decision until often it is too late.
Now, I’m not intending to persuade anybody to get an abortion. Why? Not because I think it is evil or inhumane or unchristian, but because simply IT IS NOT MY BUSINESS what anybody does to her or his body.
I don’t understand this need to look between our legs and make the space there a public business. It is not public. It’s a private area get that finally!
A bitch gives a man plenty of space so he doesn’t fear being trapped in a cage. Then . . . he sets out to trap her in his.
True and again a continuation of the previous principles.
The golden rule stays the same – do not make him feel trapped or let him feel that it’s obligatory to stay with you. Let him have a choice. Or at least think he has one.
Often the seemingly simple message you are sending to him gets distorted in the process of complicated male understanding.
Don’t make him confess his “sins” of not calling or not telling you where he was at midnight and why in a bar with those moron friends you don’t like. Don’t pressure him into telling you his secrets and he will gladly share them with you. What is more, he will feel that he needs to make an effort for you to be interested in what he is doing and in turn sharing your secrets with him.
Cement the relationship by building on a common need to share.
In conclusion we can repeat again – men are hunters and they like to chase the prey that resists. The hunt is often exciting for the hunter and the prey alike. The real question is, how to make the excitement last…
Plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose / The more things change, the more they stay the same
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