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What is Hell?Hell is staring at a phone willing it to ring
just because you believe someone will keep
his forgotten promises.

Hell is calling someone
hoping they would be glad to hear from you
only to hear them say they will call you later.

Hell is understanding that you're temporary
even though you have already fallen in love
with the person who cannot love anymore.

Hell is being faithful to someone
without ever knowing if he ever will
be as faithful to you.

Hell is wandering on an empty road
After a truly awful fight which
didn't end in reconciliation

Hell is not realizing that the truck was heading
straight for you when your eyes were c

Blame Me.It's my fault we met that afternoon.
It's my fault that I wasn't looking for anything.
It's my fault that you were good to me then.
It's my fault that you told me that you would love me.
It's my fault that I fell in love with you despite not wanting to.
It's my fault you couldn't commit to me.
It's my fault that despite everything I had been through, I trusted you.
It's my fault I spoke about the rape.
It's my fault that I mentioned the pain.
It's my fault she died just when I had thought I could keep her.
It's my fault that you treat me like someone who needs you.
It's my fault you don't want me.
It's my fault that you never love

Describe What We Have, He SaidWhat we have is
a little bit of a fairytale,
a part of a story
and a taste of a slightly star crossed romance;
mixed in a half written sad song
written on pages of blue ink,
carried away in the wind.

It's beautiful,
it's a little broken,
but it's strong enough
to stand on it's own.

Just like us.

Inside Out"I think I wear my soul inside out."

"What?"

"My soul. It's inside out."

"That's…a strange thing to say."

"I have all the symptoms though."

"And what are the symptoms of this…disea-"

"It's not a disease."

"All right. What are the symptoms, then?"

"I care too much about all the wrong things, I worry about odd things, my heart breaks too easily and my brain feels a little too asymmetrical to the things that are supposed to be fun."

"Fun?"

"You know…parties and alcohol and…normal things. Like that."

"Oh."

"What?"

"Nothing. What do you care too much about?"

"Everything. Global warming. The whales. Aliens. Israel.

Trust IssuesWhat if the reason your phone is busy is because you were talking to another girl?
What if the reason you are out is because you're picking up someone else?
What if the girl you insist is just a friend is something a hell of a lot more?
What if the reason you looked at your ex's profile online was because you miss her?
What if the conversation we just had was in front of another woman and you both laughed at me?
What if the trip I've taken is a way for you to run off with someone else?
What if you are so dead inside from the women who have cheated on you, that you just don't think much of it if you do it to me?
What if you don't care i

It's Odd.I've grown fond of you.

You don't always hold me after sex. It's because you're restless. And as much as I need it, I find that restlessness far more endearing.
You take so long to get used to me in your space. I find it sweet almost, how uncomfortable you get…and how the taut muscles in your back relax slowly as you watch me.
You don't think it necessary to care about my feelings. Instead you tell me as it is, exactly what you think of me. At times it hurts. Then I realize you're the only person who has ever been this honest with me.
You call me your friend sometimes. It hurts because I feel like that's all I'll ever be to you when

Self ExileSomeone knew your name
and  called  you
you heard not

Someone knew your skill
and needed you
you went not

No one knew your pain
that  ended  you
you asked not

No one knew your wish
that died with you
you  spoke  not

Lonely GirlI painted.
You said I'm wasteful.
I sang.
You said I couldn't hold a tune.
I wrote.
You said I made no sense.
I danced.
You said I had two left feet.
I cried.
You told me I was ugly.

I will be amazing one day.
Just to make all of you wonder why you didn't get to know me better.

My Flavour of the Week.Sunday Girl

She's not a happy smiling vision of beauty as one could suspect. She's angry, sometimes bitter and feels upset about nothing at times. Her heart has been broken by an all too sunny attitude to life and it rains on Sundays now. Positive rays of warmth and sunshine now glow with an aura of sadness. She lives for others, makes them happy instead. It's who she is, the sunday girl. But don't be fooled by how sad she looks. Once in a while, when the sun doesn't come out, she may go dancing in the rain.

She just needs someone to dance with. Would you like to dance sometime, stranger?

Monday Girl

Precise, composed and cool headed, the

What it wasn't.No, my love. It's not the way you don't listen when I speak.
I've realized that you do listen. You just forget.

No, my sweetheart. It's not the way you don't find me witty.
I've learnt that our senses of humour are different.

No, my darling. It's not the way you pick on my flaws.
I've understood that you love me despite them.

No, my dear. It's not the way you always ignore me like I'm just a girl.
I've figured out that I'm more even when your friends ask who I am.

No, my pet. It's not the way you never call me back when I need you.
I've come to the conclusion that you won't be there when I need you.

No, my sweet. It's not that you d

RivalryHis name is Jack. I know that usually, I don't disclose much to you. But Jack is someone I need to tell you about. I have known Jack my whole life. He's been a best friend to me when the concept of best friends was nothing but some candy, and who led the gang in the playground. Commitment was a pair of bicycles thrown on the lawn and a race to the spiced lemonade his mother made so well. When we were young, we knew we were going to conquer the world. The battle was always, who would conquer it first?

Jack's father was an alcoholic. I will never forget that rainy afternoon when I opened the door to find him standing there, rain soaked tears s

Dead WrongDear Boy with the Broken Eyes.

Just because they have always said it, things have always been difficult. And they are right. Life has always been difficult. Things will never happen the way you want them to happen. Broken hearts are so much easier to find than mended ones. And dreams? Well, if the world ran on dreams, we'd be building a whole new universe already, just to escape our own jaded one.

When I met you, you had already seen the worst of this world. They told you that you were not allowed to love because you couldn't do it the right way. They informed you that you weren't a poet, just a vagabond with tragic fingers on a broken inst

Online"I have a problem."

"You always were a worrier."

"Don't you want to know what it is?"

"Not if it's going to worry me as well."

"That's precisely why you should know it."

"I really think I'll pass."

"But-"

"No."

"…"

"Thank you."

"But…this time it's a really big deal."

"Oh for the love of- All right. All right. You win. What is it?"

"What did you think the first time you met me?"

"That's not a problem, that's a question."

"I know."

"How am I supposed to answer it exactly?"

"I don't know if your mother explained this to you, but all you have to do is open your mouth and words-"

"Shut it, smart ass."

"Then answer the q

Epiphany No. 289If I had known you before my heart had been broken once.
I would not have been the girl who you liked enough to say hello to.
If I had known you before my heart had been broken twice.
I would not have been the girl who understood your beautiful sad eyes.
If I had known you before my heart had broken thrice.
I would not have been the girl who felt your music in her sore heart.
If I had known you before my soul was ripped from me.
I would not have been the girl who appreciates you the way I do.

If I hadn't been damaged,
You would never have wanted to know me.

They say the universe works in mysterious ways.
And you, you are my mysteri

EternityThis is to the child I loved, the one I lost before I was meant to.
This is for the little girl who would have danced with me to the songs we were both meant to love.
This is for the angel who I was meant to have changed for, the little one whose heart was in my own.
This is for the girl who would have skipped to school, the baby who would have laughed.
This is for the song I couldn't sing, the poem I could never write.
This is for the moment in time that never existed, in a car that never moved.
This is for the second that could have been a lifetime, the forever that should have been ours.
This is for the darling who should have bee

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How to Not Get Raped

by *UntamedUnwanted, Jun 13, 2011, 10:08:28 AM
Literature / Prose / Non-Fiction / Editorial

Don't drink.
Don't smoke.
Don't do drugs.
Don't sleep around.
Don't kiss anyone.
Don't flirt.
Don't dance.
Don't make eye contact.
Don't visit bars.
Don't visit parks.
Don't visit monuments
Don't visit malls.
Don't go to farmhouses.
Don't go to parties.
Don't go to crowded places
Don't go to solitary places.
Don't use the metro.
Don't walk on the road.
Don't smile at anyone.
Don't have a job.
Don't drive a car.
Don't have a boyfriend.
Don't be bisexual.
Don't be a lesbian.
Don't wear your hair long.
Don't wear your hair short.
Don't wear jewelry.
Don't wear short skirts.
Don't wear sleeveless shirts.
Don't wear jeans.
Don't wear trousers.
Don't wear makeup.
Don't be a woman.

How to Not Get Rapedby *UntamedUnwanted

Literature / Prose / Non-Fiction / Editorial

An amalgamation of all the answers I got on a survey I did on how a woman can avoid being raped in India. Interesting isn't it?

And so terribly sad.

love 1 1

~~joy 0 0~~

wow 2 2

~~mad 0 0~~

sad 1 1

~~fear 0 0~~

~~neutral 0 0~~

~Tabascofanatikerin Apr 16, 2013 Hobbyist

Reading this hurts but not because it's a bad text but because some people really seem to think this that all it needs to justify a rape is having a woman around wether it's a random one or friend or relative. No matter how much effort a woman puts in not attracting rapists they seem to see her as her sexual organs only (that's also the point where I see at least one reason why a burqa, religious veil etc. doesn't make sense).
It's depressing and this thinking finally shouldn't find place in modern times anywhere.

~BelleMaske Feb 10, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Dear god, these are based on real responses? That's sick! It certainly seems to fit most people's idea of rape, though. I wonder how the responses would change in a different country. Sadly, I'm sure that some of them would be the same.

~acecometh Jan 1, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Had I not read your note on this, I would have dismissed it as purely cynical. And you're right. It is terribly sad.

~Jet-Grayson Oct 22, 2012 Hobbyist Artist

-.- is she just not to egsist ?!

~imaterribledrawer Oct 14, 2012

What I find the most depressing about this is that people- people who HAVEN'T been raped- believe that there is a simple answer as to how to not get raped. When in truth, there isn't.

~TheRemixMaster Oct 7, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

:/ This is very sad....

~MisSmithy Sep 30, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

As terrible as all crimes and especially rape are, a lot of this is very true. It is NOT the victims fault in these horrifying situations, but you need to make sure you're not putting your head on the chopping block as well.

Just don't be stupid, and you'll be doing pretty well; if that means keeping yourself healthy by not drinking, drugging, smoking and sleeping around, then you're only better off for it, right?

There's a healthy balance to be had here. Just look after yourselves, okay? You'll only be doing yourselves favours.

*UntamedUnwanted Sep 30, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Your attitude is the very one which society dictates. I find it so sad that men can do ALL those things and women can't without the compulsive fear of being raped on their heads. How can smiling, visiting a monument, a shopping mall, having a boyfriend, being a lesbian be cause enough to being raped??? I don't see any justification behind any of these. Safety is all a state of mind, but giving someone a choice between being safe and being an individual is horrible.

We need to teach our sons not to rape, not tell our daughters how to not get raped.

~MisSmithy Sep 30, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Of course! I think you must've read too much into what I was saying. I just felt the need to point out that some of those things should be common sense, and come about because we care about ourselves. There is NO benefit in smoking or taking drugs, freedom and rights has nothing to do with it. And it applies to both genders too.

Yes, the list as a whole is horrifying and ridiculous, but people shouldn't take that as a reason to abuse their rights in a way that will cause harm to themselves. This view is purely from a health perspective.

~GatitaZ Sep 5, 2012

Don't do anything. That's no way to live.

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