" A Story of a Hooker or Prostitue "
This story is inspired by indian community, how the circumstance creates a prostitute.
Once upon a time there was a 12 year old Girl, her name was Rekha , she studied in class 9th in a government school. There was total 7 members in her family, Mom , dad , granny , and her 4 smaller sisters. They all lived in a slum area and her father was handicapped also he beg for their survival.
That day was just like every day, when she was coming from her school to her home but her destiny was calling her somewhere else. She was kidnapped by few people that day , and those were the gang members of the human trafficking group who smuggled girls from one place to ano...
Why are you yelling at mommy...
Dear Daddy...why are you threatening to burn us
Dear Daddy...why are trying to take my brother
Dear Daddy...why do you hate me?
Dear daddy...am I bad?
Dear daddy...why do you only care about my brothers what about me?
Dear Daddy...are you happy I hate you now?
Dear little mice of a girl
She was shy too shy she made her first friend at age 7 but she was too shy to speak to her...
Little mice too shy it's been year and she can speak normally with friend even joined girl scout but when they started leaving Brownies going to next girl scout vest doing introductions she froze instantly poor little mice until her friends father called her mouse she snapped at him as she turned bright red at the embarrassing nickname she received even if it fit her quite well
There she goes again,
Dancing on the wind.
The wispy, sweet refrain
Stirs for her to begin.
With dark, tangled tresses that reach to her back
She floats and is angled to a rhythmless track.
Free as the breezes she dances upon
And oh so dear to me,
Long after breezy days have gone,
The Wind-Dancer still she will be.
In spite of what we go through inside closed dark rooms and open showers in bathrooms, I'm glad we still smile for the photos we pose for! :)
The cold winter nights were always warmer with you.
Our bodies intertwined.
The feel of your hand exploring my curves.
The feel of your breath on my neck.
In complete darkness you explore my body.
Feeling every sensation from your touch.
Feeling your teeth scraped my skin just before you bite down.
You would flip me over just to bite down hard into my ass.
I can still feel your teeth in my skin.
I can feel the hard grasp of your hands on my breasts.
Your hands moving down to my hips.
Grasping me firmly pulling me back into you.
I can still feel you between my legs.
I can still feel the intensity between us.
You were always so rough and yet so gentle at the same time.
Expelling every ounce of ...
Suck it up.
That’s what they always said
When I was picking up my vomit
From the floor.
Just suck it up.
I was only four.
I’m still sucking it up...
All the muck.
Debbie O Bottled Up Feelings
...But then I realise that I won't cry.
Because I'm enduring the pain of separation from 'you' since the past 3 years; and I've cried a lot. Each time I saw you smiling with 'her' crushed me, but that each time you smiled I fell for you over and over again. I had wished not to drown, but your eyes are too deep.
There had been times when your ignorance pierced me, but the tears got used to it and dried somewhere before they could fall.
Now each time when you hurt me knowing or unknowingly;
I shed one less tear,
I spill one more blot of ink.
I cry one less night,
I smile one more time.
I live one less moment,
And die one more time.
It seems like my mind is insulating itself from the pain of y...
Skylark Challenge 172
Over time I've grown in ways and I've died in others!
Young to old, one thing has/was/is a constant though;
...and the feelings I feel,
EVERY TIME, your memory
comes to mind!
I've tried so hard,
to stop remembering!
It's no lie when I say,
It's EVERY DAY!
A tiny factor couldn't be
In describing you!
As more aptly
Larger than life,
Memories of you!
Wish I meant the same,
To you too!
Real incident of my life... must read you will be shocked too :- (for english scroll down below)
एक दिन की बात है मैं दोपहर का खाना खा रहा था। और मैंने खाते हुए अपने पास से एक आवाज़ सुनी जो की मूषक के बच्चो की थी। उनकी माँ उनके पास नहीं थी और वो भूक से तड़प रहे थे।
शायद उनकी माँ उनके लिए खाना ढूंढने गई थी। मुझसे उनकी ये हालात देखि नहीं गई और मैंने उनके पास एक रोटी का टुकड़ा रख दिया पर वो इतने छोटे थे की वो उसको खा नहीं सकते थे। फिर मैंने सोचा की उनकी माँ तो खा ही लेगी आ कर और फिर इनकी भी भूक मिट जायेगी अपनी माँ के दूध से। और फिर तब ही उनकी माँ वहां आ गई पर उसके पास कोई खाना नहीं था। मुझे लगा की वो भूकी है इसलिए वो ये रोटी का टुकड़ा खा लेगी। पर मैं ये देख के हैरान रह गया उसने उस रोटी के टुकड़े को...
Forgetting the past
This topic may be the hardest anyone ever has to face. The idea of forgetting the unforgettable.
Our pasts are filled with all sorts of different kinds of memories, the happy, the sad, the angry. Why is it that some naturally fade away, while others choose to stay? Is there a significance behind what stays in our minds? Will our thoughts that we once saw vanish and somehow reappear one day, with in a different context and deeper meaning?
Our minds are wonderful banks of art and creativity. Anything and everything that has been, and will he originated on this earth has come from someone’s mind. Is it possible that every creation has come from a memory? A trigger from the...
Es extraño, ayer publiqué otra lettr que al pasar unos minutos decidí mover a lo privado.
Últimamente he escrito con mucho enojo y no quiero lastimar a nadie, creo que con lo que me lastimaron a mí es más que suficiente.
Necesito decir esto, he estado pensando en alguien que conocí es extraño porque llevaba meses sin interesarme en nadie de esta forma pero creo que por ahora las circunstancias no lo permiten...
Mejor continuaré sanando.
Descansaré ya, han sido unos días cansados y tristes... no me puedo mentir.
Feliz Año Nuevo
Hace unos instantes sabia muy bien lo que quería escribir, pero lo e olvidado
Y veo que así es, hoy olvidaremos tantas cosas que ocurrieron en este año, y lo se, hay momentos de este año que recordaremos para siempre, y habrá otros que no, los que no son importantes para nosotros mismos, así que los olvidaremos sin darnos cuenta, y eso es lo que hacemos cada año, tal ves esto que escribo no lo recordare el 31 de diciembre de 2019 o el año que siga, eso es lo que somos, quizás en algún momento somos importantes pero después de un tiempo quedamos siendo recuerdos hasta quedar en el olvido ...
Ittefaq se aaj nazar ik kharonch pe gayi,
Meri yadasht ne to mera saath na diya,
Lekin usko chhune par ye ehsas hua
Ki ye ubhare huye harf hain
Jo abhi bhi usko yadon mein mehfooz rakhte hain.
By chance I glanced over a bruise today,
Although my memory did not serve me well,
But when I touched that abrasion
I realised that these words embossed on my skin,
Are the ones still keeping her protected in my memories.
I don't celebrate holidays but that doesn't mean that I don't celebrate my family and friends.
Christmas is quickly approaching....
My thoughts are of better times.
Family gathered around the table.
The sound of the kids laughing and playing.
The smell of the food.
The love we all shared.
My memories of you.
You always thought of the children first.
You always made sure they got what they wanted.
You always made sure they were taken care of.
But now you are gone, you left us with nothing.
We are on our own now.
Don't worry the children are safe I made sure that.
I, on the other hand, seek shelter in the night.
I try to stay warm and just survive.
Since we lost you, things have gone downhil...