The way his filthy hand graze my rosy skin slowly, gradually giving rise to my terror even my inner demon refused to show up due to his sadistic behaviour, he dragged me towards the bare window ripping my the fabric he thrust closer to me
He stared at my spooked eyes appeased with himself he scrapes my cheeks brutally this time hastily than before my body reacts critically he got hysterical at my abrupt turmoils conveying all the strength he punched me My nose was bleeding heavily I tasted my blood unwillingly which was better than is touch
I refused to lose when my senses were robust but my body was slumping I tried shoving him away but he clutched my wrist revealing his barbarous flank He grabbed a handful of my hair clenching his teeth not satisfied with himself he clutched my neck with his both hands squeezing bitterly
I was struggling to acquit myself from his grasp but I couldn't breathe my shaky voice was muffled by his dominant restraint I tried riding myself from his fatal gazes but my all strength goes on vain when he pressed his crusty lips on my neck
I was hopeless begging for mercy each part of me was thunderstruck feeling of nausea knocks me I gave up when all attempt to save me failed he engulfed me but I was still breathing for the vengeance
I hear a scream of my inner self You can fight You have to fight Fight for women You for humanity
I thought to an extent, I was losing me someone else was winning me against me. A voice awakens my isolated strength which endowed my ability to thwart the foe I freed my hand kicked him harshly. He was shaken for a moment his seduced eyes vanished instantly. He opened and close his mouth several times. I took advantage plucked the first thing that my hand could reach the flower vase whack his head. I ran locking the door hardly.
You can win, you have to win, you have the right to win.
Time's up: Time's up for you, 'Oh! My lecherous soul, time's up, assassinating your character, you visit the city of crime, to harass and ravish the purity of women but today, I will not usher you, I will not listen to your quotidian excuses, I will kill you umpteen times to finish you forever.' #pic is credited to rightful owner #wod #timesup
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Time of the past moves to my future, Covered by my solace wrapped in a illusion, As my heart is in suture, In a mist of my misery and confusion. . Upon I love on these lands, Hours, minutes, and days alone to think, In wishful kisses and tenderly holding hands, The registry and reality of its impact makes my heart deeply sink. . There will be for us, no tomorrow, There will be no us in days, Only my sorrow, In my heart and soul is where my sadness plays. . My own tender softness in comfort is in my solace so silent and agile, Dreams built on sand that does not last, Another heartbreak for my heart was never tough but fragile, Another dream that does not come true today so true it was in my past. . I hear my tears drop by drop fall, Each has a name of a shattered dream of you and me, Each drop silently makes my world crawl, I feel my eyes water so tenderly, each etched in a broken eternity. . No more of the bright nights in my thoughts, No more of kisses lasting for so long in time, For what broken love has brought, For life is a sad song with no rhyme. . I dug my own heart's grave, Oh I love again and I did not see, In my comfort in my solace my heart I must save, For loving someone who does not love me. : ; I seek not of the flame, for I dwell in the darkness. I Need not write my message into the bottle and throw it upon the shores, Upon the waves of the wide ocean, only to have it sink my message of love. . I am but a simple man, seeking love. Who am I, Even in a delusion I know who I am, even if false. Giving here, giving there,,both get All of me. What's left after I give, A shell of me. A man who gives..bye to any chance. Feeling as I am a container that leaks within to a silence. . What am I but: Stardust that fell into a black hole. I light in world fake and white , I am the empty space only letting others shine. . Once my identity was revealed by the twinkle in your eyes. the flower I held was true of beauty. My voice heard in your soft hands on my face. I remember my feet danced to your heart beat looking at our home... The scars I feel on my back, The home of the wings you gave feeling I could fly higher for you..so you would be proud of me, of us. . Without you my dear...I am just a shell..a corpse alive...in search of answers. : : The choir of daylight has sung, All at rest, the night sings beautiful silence, all showers off the hardness of the day, The dirt, the pollution of words not wanting to hear. My love, take your naked hands and come to me, Let your palm begin where my skin ends, Let your wide eyes begin where my soul is the deepest for you. For my melted heart is yours. . You know how it is; You and I are not man and woman, nor two in love, We are those, yes. But we are the sum, the totality of life and love. I remember my dear, I remember, your homeless heart just laying in your chest, not fed with love Starving and thirsty of a soul, cold with no arms to hold at night fears with no ear to share with And I give her a home. In my chest..fed with love warmth with arms to hold ears to listen to your fears. We both starved in blood and stars, Seeking one, seeking the wind that echoes whispers. Come with your naked palms, Come let me get your heart out of the cold, and give her a home in mine. : : You sit, Magical in the way you play your piano, I feel your sadness making sweet love to those keys With your gentle fingers that touched my face. I feel your fingers, I feel the music, I feel you Softly swimming in my heart. . I watch silently My heart is still in sadness and love for you Your eyes reveal infinite love Your smile shows what beauty is. Your beautifully loving tears sing the songs never sang in your heart. And they must be beautiful songs. . As I hear the music. For your joys never shared with another, afraid no one would listen. My tears dance my love, my darling, with yours. . I am hearing you from inside. That vacant house you play Of love. Now filled by me. Now filled by 'we' . Over time of pain, now over time of love I listed to you, playing the piano as your soul gently makes love to the black and white keys. As you make love to my heart. : : The path of the Moons rise, Is set, The Rise of the morning glory in the Sun, Is set, But have we shared, Anything of value yet? . Trying to comprehend, What you say, Trying to fix and mend, Things gone wrong, before it goes away. . Eyes so focused, limited in view, Not hearing a word said, Not knowing what to say to you, Not listening, only speaking what's in your heart and head. . Many flowers grow, In the fields of gardens that yields, Others also know, So you don't have to put up your shields. . There is more than one way to skin a cat, There is more than one type of hat, There are other points of view, Not only the thinking of you. . You say right, I say left, no where it seems we have met, Then you say left, and I agree and say right, But your mind seems set, Turning into another fight. . Why? Then we seem to cry, Always saying, we never did lie. . Words used against each other in an attack, Seems to be the choice, Offensive maneuvers never giving any slack, With weapons, called our voice. . Used by our hearts, Even as we fall apart. Even daily, wishing for a brand new start. . It's never too late until it's too late, Dear, Let's think, be reasonable and wait. Let the pain reside, Let the love no longer hide, Stay, stay my dear, by my side. : : What in the world happened to my life? Once I was flying Seemingly out of no where My life feels like it is dying. . How can I handle all this drama? Loving and caring, everyone seems to dump on me Pain, bitter fights I just want to sing so tenderly. . The terms they use Going into realms of abuse I don't want or care Wishing, hoping and praying Not wanting to go there. . One side say this another says that It seems I am caught in the middle Not wanting to take side It is me they play as a fiddle. . The Rose is split Feel my heart torn by their hate They don't give any love They don't seem to appreciate. . What I have done for them In name of being a friend Just wanting everything To come to end. . Tired of the calls to me Telling me lies Cause in the end All I know, are the goodbyes. : : I am just a man, No more, no less. . Scattered among the ashes of time, blown away memories I once exiled from my heart, Sometimes comes back and haunts me. As weed as poison ivy. Leaving the ravages and venom of the past On my skin. . Now and then a songs comes back My soul dances to, Alone, with my dancer in my heart. Memories disguised as now in time. The brief smile comes, And if I'm lucky last a entire day. . For I am no more and no less then what You see. The fragility of life we try to seek Answers to questions we will never find. I am just a man, No more no less..
On January 7th 2018, The New York Times had announced that hundreds of women in Hollywood launched a movement titled ' Time's Up ' to counter harassment of women in the entertainment industry and elsewhere. The movement was initiated to give a voice to everyone and make everyone believe that they will be heard.
--Today, write a poem or prose titled ' Time's Up ' against harassment.--