Tag Archive: feminism

Superflat Mendacious Art

Can they speak for themselves
Or do they have wires on their mouths?
These are my scary little thoughts
Rolling around my head.
I don’t mean to offend.
I’m so in love
It makes me sick.
Hurt, hurt,
Nauseating hurt.
The machine devours human hearts,
expels commodities
for thoughtless masses.
The male genius
a fucking hypocrite.
Superflat affectation.
The woman artist
Our voice,
What fucking Voice?
Moral: “When Art  becomes a mass produced nonentity, It’s the end for all creative cognition amongst humanity”

American Girl


don’t intend to continue
yes for her
them that sleep
the army
that I am here
run for the day
evening wake up
we do not faint
rough I’m not
the people here
ruled they were
I right at the back
the billion pic
whats going to happen
the media on it
who happy in this time


the voices silenced
how do they feel
to share him
love confessed
her smile is all that’s seen,
it’s cracking,
down turned eyes
her revenge through jealousy,
fighting over remembered passion,
eyes on me,
eyes on her now,
fighting over flesh


Poems of Babble

lets start at the beginning
you I want to rip your clothes off
later haunting images of…
getting on
your hate causes whirlwinds
ignore ignore
you will always come back
and so will I
I never got a chance with her
spiritual awakening
from the past stirring my soul
spring still taunts me
desire for a love
only in my head
poems of babble
and commercial tales
what to decide love or hate
no continuity in sex
cut each others throats
and I still remember the dirtiness
can’t clean enough




You little pest
Hold your breath
please be my guest
I’m sick of your tests
I just want to be at rest
I’ll continue my quest
At your jests
I’m unimpressed
without you I’m blessed
my passion awakes in my breast
Of your charm I’m dispossessed
rip up my princess dress
Fly free from your nest
Of ghoulish depressed
deprived of their best
I am self-possessed
No longer obsessed


Dark Reflections

“Think she’ll kill herself today?
Shall we watch?
That girl is a train wreck!”
You bring me here, out of myself
I dive into the surroundings
And bring forth
Words cut by silence.
This distance protects our egos.
Play games to avoid intimacy.
Lies and more lies.
A wandering stranger with a familiar scent.
I’ll light the black candles,
and banish this darkness.

girls candles

All the things I’m afraid of writing in my diary
All the things I’ve been taught are wrong
All the things written in police reports
Cold hard facts of hatred
But my dreams contain these horrors
And I’m forbidden to write them
Forbidden to show them
Forbidden to say them
But they happen
Yet it’s not appropriate for the community
Reality is not good for the community
Only fairy tales
Can’t even say the words
The words women fear most
But we’re called them
They happen to us
But it’s inappropriate for the community
To express your feelings on them


Women Trained Like Slaves

We’ve been trained like slaves
to judge, rip apart.
I’m reading,
He said, did you enjoy it?
I said, I’m still searching.
WOW, you like those
bikini clad girls.
Sorry… no I’m not.
games, games,
should I repeat?
He said, you think your the only one?
I said, you want me to compete…
with her, with them?
Oh, dont bother me anymore,
I’m about to explode.
I need to find myself,
your tearing me apart.


A Whore’s Freedom

red lipstick above her mustache
working for the man
a sardonic smile
I look above and around him
holding on to all the moments of brightness
morning air, church flowers, ducks in the lake
you cant take credit for my achievments
my strength is my own
a whore’s freedom


The Trend Mistress

oh what are you into
me too
im a leader
i disapear
and reapear for the fame
i get praise for manipulation
everything i do is liked
i dress obviously
so you cant attack me
i dont try hard
but i bleach my hair and
wear blue contacts
so im the best and smartest
i already have mastered
everything you are
im the trend mistress
i have a godzilla jaw
ill eat your genuineness
im the riot girl
all about the partying
i’m so empowered


Word Thoughts

I’ll take whatever you can throw at me.

Go ahead and throw it.

It only gives me more to give back.

I’ll fool the storm.

Make them warm.

There are more tragedies than suburbia.

Whores are lovers.

Babies are mothers.

What have we done to one another?

The greatest tragedy is suburbia.

You don’t know what Woman is

I am a woman.

I want to be free,

I want to soar in the sky like hawk.

You don’t know.

Creating and protecting

dark and light.

You want fake innocent plastic smiles

from one who creates life and gives bloody birth.

You came from a woman

you are her flesh and blood.

All come from her.

She can destroy and create

it is her power

her choice.

The darkest primal beginnings are of woman.

The chaotic darkness and the light piercing the darkness, creating order, life.

Every woman is a goddess of the great mother, destroyer and lover

Isis, Kali, Aphrodite.

Who are you to tell me the 1950’s houswife ideal of women is right?

You mean servants and whores?

You know nothing.

Woman are a balance of light and dark.

You are a lost child,

You need your mother.