Windows N Wallpaper N Women

I often wonder if I could see her out of all the windows at once.
But, turn as fast as I can, I can only see out of one at one time.
And though I always see her, she may be able to creep faster than I can turn!
I have watched her sometimes away off in the open country, creeping as fast as a cloud shadow in a high wind…

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I don’t like to look out of the windows even–there are so many of those creeping women, and they creep so fast.
I wonder if they all come out of that wallpaper as I did?

  • the Yellow Wallpaper/Charlotte Perkins Gilman

What She Means to Confess

Her way to stay sane.

Her way to become mad.

Her way to inspire.

Her way to remove the plain.estranged 1

She is the seductive curve posing in a devil’s empowering dress.

The manners of a full-lipped villain.

When she dips on bent knee, to confess.

Whilst dangling on the threads of word.

She brushes my skin.

With contemplation’s I had never heard.

 

Here and there…

no relief from indifference among the solitary prison besetting a mind.

I cannot leave.

Nor, do I want to.

I am suited

by leaving the outside world behind.

 

 

 

yellow wallpaper
As for mother Eve – I wasn’t there and can’t deny the story, but I will say this. If she brought evil into the world, the men have had the lion’s share of keeping it going ever since.
may sarton
I feel like an inadequate machine, a machine that breaks down at crucial moments, grinds to a dreadful hault, ‘won’t go,’ or, even worse, explodes in some innocent person’s face

 

 

 

 

joan armatrading love and affection
That’s when the music started
I heard the light switch click
I stumbled on a lost shoe
The fever’s starting
This man was getting hot
I got no strength to make him stop
I guess it’s too late
But I’ll know next time
To mix some water with the wine         

A Sketchy Woman

It is the same woman, I know, for she is always creeping, and most women do not creep by daylight…

  • Charlotte Perkins Gilman

 

I discovered that what most people call creepy, scary, and spooky, I call comfy, cozy, and home.

  • Zak Bagans 

Intake

Within a tryst, beginning with a cold January morn, came the madness in infant form..

Course, that was long before anything called, love, came along.

Imagine no words exchanged.

No consequences…said.

Luminous, padded, cells.

For dirty deeds, such as these.

And, so, decades later, spawned lunacy takes intervention as a lover.

No accounting for the past…

It is simply a chained window to crime doused with periods of respite.

Mania, is but a word for fateful days.

Eras long ago.

Increments of a psychosomatic weekend pass.

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Madness…

No one will be watching us  Why don't we do it in the road?
No one will be watching us
Why don’t we do it in the road?

 

 

“I always lock the door when I creep by daylight. I can’t do it at night, for I know John would suspect something at once. And John is so queer now that I don’t want to irritate him. I wish he would take another room! Besides, I don’t want anybody to get that woman out at night but myself.”

-the Yellow Wallpaper, Charlotte Perkins Gilman

“The minute we stop believing in our desires is the second we are closer to our death. The postman may never ring twice if we become complacent in pursuing pleasure.”
-Me

“I can resist everything but temptation”
-Oscar Wilde