Do not interrupt
When your enemy got erred
Silence has damage.
Girls walk through life with a calculated and precise step,
their beauty hides a sinister and well-woven design,
their eyes are cold, piercing, hard to read and understand,
and they hurt anyone who dares to get too close to their soul.
They are the ones who bring pain to the hearts they encounter on the way,
they lie and manipulate, weaving stories with invisible threads,
their touch burns and destroys, leaving deep marks on the skin of time,
I have seen how they leave hearts shattered, scattered into a thousand pieces.
They are the masks of a designer of illusions that dance in shadows,
blending light and darkness, creating a spectacle of fragility,
but beyond this facade lie untold stories and silences,
for they too carry deep within their soul an unspoken longing for true love.
Perhaps beneath this cold and calculated mask lies a dream,
a dream of finding someone who can see beyond reflections and lies,
someone to discover the beauty in their hidden imperfection,
and to transform the pain into a story of hope and redemption.
Attracted to his accent and his lean physique,
he followed her home when they met on that street.
She didn't know his name but it didn't really matter.
Those large brown eyes couldn't look any sadder.
He spoke in short calculated phrases.
Their warm bodies meshed in the dance of the ages..
There are times when words aren't really needed when the
pull of passion is so heated..
Look before you leap,
The hole is too deep.
All the figures and indices,
Just like algebra,
Solved with ease.
Like putting a capital,
At the start of each sentence.
It almost seems sagittal,
There is no repentance.
The square, and rectangle,
Have similarities,
Triangles in a mangle,
circles capabilities…
Acids and Alkalis,
Confused hypothesis.
All experiments,
Carefully analysed.
Just an apophasis.
Tap or street,
Graceful Ballet.
In time to the beat,
Routine is underway.
You step on a major,
Start your solo,
In direct danger,
Mute the audio.
My blood calculated
The width and diversity of my body
My hopeless spirit level
My anchor placing sunken paws
Into the grips of the dirty earth.
I have grown like good stock
And unhinged myself of
My restraints and set foot
Before foot and conquored a gait.
My body all the while
A little box
Full of grey bric-a-brac.
I have manipulated my mouth
To mutter animal sounds
And pieces of precious code
That the others can understand.
These pictures fluctuate and flutter
Painted inside my head
A screen of endless manufacture
And invisible machines which
Surely stand higher than a god.
My blood calculated
And my evolution continues
Locked and stifled
On the sacred ancient ground
Where we bury our dead
And build our cityscapes.
calculated demise
breathless eyes
encircling flies
rancid
sun
rise
breathe me lies
broken palm
of
dreams
escape from me
learn me to teach
beyond
my figertips voice
there is no
other
choice
part
of
me
dies
unending
calculated demise
?
To control women
men feel they have
to be weakened,
brought down a few
notches so they can rule,
or at least feel cool,
"Calculated Traps" are set
to get women in compromising
positions, where they are
incapable of making healthy decisions,
Sometimes cheated out of their wordly
possessions, because salacious men have
dishonorable intentions.
Miss Armitage entered Calculus class
To stand amidst a disorderly eruption
And she immediately confiscated a catapult
Deemed to be a weapon of math disruption
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