Hey there Sixteen

At sixteen you werent sweet anymore.
You made a choice
to pick up that cigarette
light it and inhale.
When you were sixteen,
You were acting like you were thirteen,
but you really wanted to be nineteen.
You thought you were so grownup
who could make her own choice.
Your malformed satiating thoughts on love
Oh please you needed a silly belly button pierce
that never happened.
Bittersweet sixteen
An O/L dramaqueen and your exrotting armour on dangerous feat.
Sweet Sixteen you thought was strong
How you were so wrong.


Tagged by BlackRose. Thanks Babe. I tag MoM & Invasive Sinkholes.

Phonography

So what are you wearing?
He asks.
I say
Nothing
To the man who texts and listens to me
In nights
Am alone in bed
Who really seems to know me
Every inch of me.
Even just over the phone

Whenever he calls me “baby”
It starts to throb
Getting all hot inside
My hand moves down to do its job

He describes what he wants.
Exactly.
All the gestures call for a senses rush.
I do the same he likes
He undresses me with every type and send
Using his fingers.
We text all long
And listened as we came

I don’t know how he looks
When he’s hot & horny
As I close my eyes & arch back
the distance hard to bare,
cant get in between.
How much he turns me on
And of this Ive made him aware.

I think this is what I really need
Though it’s just a want
& I wonder if something this good will put me in hell?

If we ever met,
Everything would change.
So I wouldn't do it even if I could.
What has technology done for me?
Curse or Blessing?

Life in the hood

Yes there are aplenty of hood styles these days when you ty to count. However I never understood “societies” that requires women to wear the hijab, scarf. Am talking about zee Srilankan society in particular is towards extremisim and unfortunately falls under misconception.In Sri Lanka its either the husband asking the wife to cover or parents asking the child to cover once she attains puberty. Well if the wife wears it with a decision taken by herself then its not a problem for me. Hijab, as the religion, personally I think is just between yourself and God alone. It is a choice that can help you closer to the religion, but without the will to wear it, it’s utterly worthless, it’s a piece of normal textile on your head and body. Forced or expected to wear hijab is not going to get you nowhere. As wearing the hijab should be our choice, not wearing it should also be a choice as well. It should be a choice NOT mandatory.

To wear the Hijaab is certainly NOT an Islamic obligatory on women. It is an innovation of men suffering from a piety complex who are so weak spiritually that they just cannot trust themselves. Some women take it in this way; chose to put the hijab on because they did not feel that the Muslim community should feel embarrassed for who they were. Instead, they believe that they should all stand up together and become united. Also speaking about enforcing of the head cover I came across this certain blog which said a certain Islamic public sector such as the, Dubai Bank have made it compulsory to wear the abayah “black cloak” for non-Muslims/Muslims. Now see here, there are its good side and the bad side too. Since the country is a Muslim country and the bank taking the decision to adhere to its Islamic ways as it represents those values, is absolutely a good decision in promoting the religious value of Islam in the environment. On the flipside wearing the attire should come within and here since there are culture varied people it may cause human rights cracks. And believe me, DxB is not a place where Shariah, Islamic Law is applied 100%. It is more like thee Las Vegas in the Middle East, and however hypocrisy doesn’t do for it either. So either they take strict actions against adultery, alcoholism clubbing and partying in public places and then come to these types of dress code intentions in corporations. The question may also come as: will they be wearing it all day or will it be hanging on the door knob right throughout the day?

Also looking in depth in the Gulf news, apparently in Kuwait it is said the issue of whether the women Ministers are obliged or not to wear the traditional long dress with the veil in the Parliament hall. The majority of the MPs want to force to wear the hijab, “in respect of the Islamic dictates”. Clarifying that the request “is not a matter of extremism”, and also from the pages of daily Kuwait Times that “according to Islam and according to Kuwait’s traditions, women must wear the hijab”. The other section of the Parliament answered that “in a democracy such as Kuwait, the hijab cannot be imposed”. “It is a matter between women and God”, MP Saleh Al Mullah pointed out. The criticism of the Islamic majority targeted Minister Al-Sabieh since the first day when she entered the hall, wearing a two-piece suit and no veil, in April 2007.

Speaking of the recent massarce that happened to a pregnant Egyptian woman smuggling a kitchen knife 18 times over infront of her 3 year old son & husband in a courtroom in eastern Germany over an illogical reason was a heinous crime. The horror behind this was, the "headcover martyr", Marwa el-Sherbini took her neighbour Alex W., 28,to court for repeatedly calling her a terrorist and trying to pull off her headscarf. What saddens me is the lack of respect towards Muslims being unsympathizing and utterly racist in Germany after France.

So yeah wearing the attire is just between you and God, who I believe something larger than us exists.

The Goodnight Gift

Wine after dinner
Is affected by a drug,
a simple addiction.
They call it, Love.
He looks up at her
In the dress that she was born in.
She is as tall as he is.
As she is on his thighs
lifts her onto his lap,
his hands around her hips.
Hot and breathless
with each stroke of the lips,
he mouths.
She shivers.
She closes her eyes with his two fingers.
A button is pushed
the damn breaks
the river flows
making the Earth move in the bedroom.
To her moans and groans
he responses.
Fingers laced.
They crash together,
she curls her pink painted toes
Skin torn as her nails dig in.
The rhythmic waves crash
gently as the seas they rock upon,
Till tomorrow.

That insecurity b****

Off reading Sabby's post here, well it is as close to what I wanna say and yes it got me thinking right away. She's effing right. Hope I dont get Emo by the end of this.

It is a culmination of a lot of ideas. Some might wonder then how do you impress someone? By being an ignorant moron to them? And even weirder, what the heck are girls thinking when they actually fall for it? The girls are making girls pit themselves against other guys…and the guys are pitting girls against other girls. Some of us want to have more sugar instead of spice and at seventeen they’ll do anything for you. Well lets cut the chase of seventeen cause the world's getting freekier as time flies. My issue is really with this particular situation though, this happens everyday, as a matter of fact I know a lot of "us" that this has happened to, but instead of making the guy take his mighty control, the girl allows his actions to make her feel insecure and bad about herself and furthermore causing her to question herself. Ladies, I know we have all asked ourselves the dreaded question, "Am I good enough? How far have I gone with him? Like OMG if I have, Is it okay?" but instead of flipping the situation on ourselves we should ask the question "Is HE good enough??" Am not saying just cause you agree with him being good enough doesnt make you a cheapist to get it all on you. And once they've broken up with them, they just walk by him like nothing ever happened in those corridors or whatever places and the I kind of get that "he's an asshole" vibes around. And hey where did all that extra mile go?? And dont u feel anything other than disgusting?
Then we allow our insecurities to get the best of us and then we take out every insecurity, every screwed up thing a guy has ever done to us on a new guy. That's not fair. See this post isn't about bashing guys!!! AND then we wonder why some guys don't want to be in relationships with us. Well, it's because some of us bring emotional baggage everywhere we go, how about we let that luggage get lost and STAY LOST at the airport.

Men use love for sex and women use sex for love.

I dont really remember who wrote this.

Betrayal Basterd

Don't hide,
by overdoing yourself
with your beer fragrance cologne
on her cheap scented perfume,
Just to cover up
your cheats
you bring along with you
that you think I wont know
when you arrive home.




I was really pissed when I wrote this so yeah!

Dear Younger GG,

It’s me, Older GG. I’m here from the future, briefly, to tell you a few things you should grasp tight in your memory and not let go of. Tidbits of advice, if you will, to help tackle some stuff that you will and are finding hard, a perspective on the things to come and a few words to still your mind. If I could be there with you then, this is what I’d tell you:

First and most– stop feeling bad in your skin. Please. Like really okay. It’s you. The only body you’ll ever have men; and it could be a lot worse. Let me tell you, every time you’ve felt squishy or pudgy or unlike the pretty girls in the magazines, I’ve looked back on pictures of you, and you looked like a million bucks. I only wish I could have that figure right now. Now dont freak out I MIGHT be fat after all that skinny-ness effect. I work every day to get it back. So dammit, put on a f*cking bathing suit in public and prance around. Kick your toes in sand. Bend over and pick up your beach towel without putting a T-shirt on. Look in a mirror and appreciate what your momma gave yah.

Speaking of momma – try to let up with her a little. You’ll look back of some of the stuff you said and did to hurt her feelings, and it’ll sting. Like really. She’s great, yeah I know your giving the 0.o look and all she’s ever wanted in life is to be a fabulous mother, and your friend. And all you want was her love which she might have not given or shown but come on not all show what they really feel. Do they? And while she might be a little hard on you (yes, I still agree Bs are not a bad thing and a midnight curfew blows), she molded you into what you’ll soon become – stronger and independent. A lot of girls don’t get a supportive family. Appreciate that they MAY love you so much they’re willing to push you, ask what you’re doing and punish you. It might feel like you’ll never agree, but trust me, she’s a great friend waiting in your future, and she’s worth it. Please stop giving me that look young one.

I know you’ve never been good at money – but you’ve always been good at friendships. Keep that up. Friends and your family - they are what matter – not the latest fashion, or 80 tubes of the shiniest lip gloss, or the bike youve been eyeing. Heh? Bike. Okay. Yeah I remember the rebellious things you were upto. But hey I dont regret anything. Hee. And the perfect lingerie for honeymoon. Just remember – there are a few of these people you’re going to lose too soon, and it’ll be hard to grasp or understand. So always return that phone call, and always visit when you feel you don’t have the time. Cause you’re going to look back and wish you did.

And yeah Amhere from the future to tell you to stop worrying so much about me. Take it one day at a time. Here's a tip - you’re not going to be married at 20, right though these older people are worrying u with it. So chances are, you’re not going to have your first kid at 30. And guess what; it’s all going to be okay. You’re not going to love your job, but you’re working toward smaller goals and you’re figuring it out. All the answer won’t be at your fingertips when you thought they would be, but you’re well on your way. You’ll discover that living in the moment is much more rewarding than always worrying about the future, so why not start that now? That job you felt like you’d never get – you’ll get it. You'll get it. So continue to sling coffee and live for free off your parents. You’ll never be that free of responsibility again. That relationship you thought would never come – life is full of love and being alone is some of the best times you’ll have to grow. So stop moping on the sofa cause you couldn’t find something to do for one night. Relax, take a breather and let it all just come, one day at a time…

& like your now begining to LOVE Mark Twain & his valuable words so much just a little quotation would do no harm,

When angry, count to four; when very angry, swear.
Mark Twain


Love,
Older GG