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Dating Disclosures: First Love

Posted by Aiysha17 on March 1, 2016 at 7:55 PM Comments comments (36)

Let's call him Jake, for the sake of the story...

Jake was tall, dark and inexplicably handsome.

Grew up in the same town, though we didn't get close until we started training in Martial Arts together.

For some oddly sadistic reason, the harsh training environment makes you feel so close to a person. There was a special bond that came from, at times, rag-dolling each other around the gym... READ ON

Dating Disclosures: Why Not?

Posted by Aiysha17 on March 1, 2016 at 7:50 PM Comments comments (0)

Yup! That's exactly the question I asked myself when Lee asked me out.

'Why not?'

I was 16, had never had a real boyfriend and had already spent years pining after a guy that would never want me back (Jake).

Side bar: I'd also kissed more girls than boys at this point due to spin-the-bottle fails... I never seemed to get the guys even when it was left up to chance! So rather innocently, I thought, it was time to even the score. READ ON

Dating Disclosures: No Pressure

Posted by Aiysha17 on March 1, 2016 at 7:50 PM Comments comments (0)

For those of you that don't know: I was the occasionally aggressive nerdy kid with all the allergies in high school.

Hot, right? Not so much...

I'd sit in Chemistry class reciting the periodic table by heart - stopping only to sneeze, guzzle antihistamines or rip the resident bully off his stool for calling my friend names. READ ON

Dating Disclosures: Challenge Accepted

Posted by Aiysha17 on March 1, 2016 at 7:45 PM Comments comments (0)

So I'm 18, Jake is permanently 'off the market' and I'm taking a crack at academia after a delightful year of torture.

Having finally reached a respectable level of puberty, I had a little more to offer the world of romance and felt good to go. Still couldn't walk in heels though, let's not get too excited... READ ON

Dating Disclosures: Candy Shop

Posted by Aiysha17 on March 1, 2016 at 7:35 PM Comments comments (0)

It was one of those nights at Brad's.

There'd been a party, dancing and too much honesty on my part with some of the girls.

Brad had overheard our conversation about turn-ons and thought he'd hit the jackpot... READ ON

Dating Disclosures: 2 for 1

Posted by Aiysha17 on March 1, 2016 at 7:35 PM Comments comments (0)

After 5 months of being my own highly effective chastity belt against Brad's advances, I moved in with my girl Nel.

We would stay up all night talking about boys, making crank calls and poking fun at our luckless love-lives... READ ON

Dating Disclosures: The Naked Runaway

Posted by Aiysha17 on March 1, 2016 at 7:30 PM Comments comments (0)

OK, so welcome to a post about the single most ridiculous series of events in my entire life.

On our way back from college, Nel and I passed by Thomas Cook Travel Agents in the Bon Accord Centre, Aberdeen.

We stopped, looking wishfully at the pictures of sun, sea and sand... READ ON

Farcical Attraction

Posted by Aiysha17 on March 1, 2016 at 7:25 PM Comments comments (0)

All the time, I hear women defend their crushes like, “I know he's broke but he's sexy. He's just so bad, ya know?”

Another common denominator: “I know he's a little older, but you should see his car.”

So many women are all about the bad guy or the rich guy.

They are willing to be the disposable possession of the type of fellow that can make them feel like a goddess one minute, and throw them away the next.

Now, don't get it twisted, I'm not the resentful single nice guy that never gets any tail... Nah, I'm not that guy.

I'm a young woman that has a far different turn-on, actually... READ ON

Poem: Human

Posted by Aiysha17 on March 1, 2016 at 7:15 PM Comments comments (0)

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Your eyes are closed

to those

you can't bear to see.

Your ears are deaf

to the sounds of the children left,

starving orphans,

Facing death.


Our hearts have grown cold.

At what price have our souls been sold?

Deep down we must know

that this robot existence

is worth but a sixpence.

What ever happened to sensitivity? To empathy?

So long as our consumerism tank isn't running on empty.

In this era,

what does it mean to feel their terror?

Their pain?

To make us never look at things the same?

Our world situation is more than just a shame,

it's insane!

We walk by, it's simply not

humane!

 

To all man and woman,

What does it truly mean

to be a human?


Your eyes are closed

to those

you can't bear to see.

Your ears are deaf

to the sounds of the children left,

starving orphans,

Facing death.


Correct me if this is just an assumption,

but due to our economic corruption

and our constant capitalist consumption,

is it truly a shock

when you hear that a child dies

with each tick, each tock?

We take from the earth

all it gave birth

but yet, we turn

and wonder and curse

at that which is finite, this damage we can never reverse.

However,

despite N.G.O's greatest endeavor,

lack of basic sanitation

kills so many in an endless rotation.

And though you may see on the T.V,

do you ever fully grasp the reality

of how many lives takes by preventable diseases like T.B?


Your eyes are closed

to those

you can't bear to see.

Your ears are deaf

to the sounds of the children left,

starving orphans,

Facing death.


Seeing an advert isn't enough!

We can't comprehend what makes their lives so tough.

In my head, I scream:

"Am I the only one left

wishing for our people to redeem?!"

But I won't give up,

I will wake my people.

And I will kill this mechanical evil.

So I can look back and know that I've fought

for us to ditch this feeling of auto-pi-lot!

And be humane,

as we should always remain.

 

Your eyes are closed

to those

You can't bear to see.

Your ears are deaf

to the sounds of the children left,

starving orphans, facing death.


And so,

I'll ask you again,

my ladies and gentlemen:

 

To all man and woman,

what does it truly mean

to be

a human?


More of my poetry: http://allpoetry.com/Aiysha17

Poem: Fighting for breath

Posted by Aiysha17 on March 1, 2016 at 7:10 PM Comments comments (0)

A pillow is pressed down

upon her face.

She is truly held

in its embrace.


 

So many stand and watch

The breath draining from her chest.

But they refuse to empathise,

As they know no such oppress.


 

She screams in the silence,

to no avail.

All those with the power to save,

selfishly fail.


 

People are so ego-centred it would seem.

Is it because they are too damn scared to intervene?


 

No. It's because their bank balance

will surely rise.

Even if it does mean

her unfortunate demise.


 

She struggles against this encompassing force.

But it simply pushes down harder,

with no remorse.


 

She let's out her last breath,

her body goes still...

Surely corruption has had its fill?


 

But no, instead it carefully selects

its next,

to hold in its suffocating vex.


More poetry: http://allpoetry.com/Aiysha17

Poem: Abba, Yeshua, Ruach-El

Posted by Aiysha17 on March 1, 2016 at 7:00 PM Comments comments (0)

Abba,

make me hunger,

hunger for thy Word.


 

Abba

make me thirst,

thirst for thy Spirit.


 

Abba,

I beg thee!

Guide me,

lead me,

do whatever ye must

to fulfil me!


 

Abba,

hear my cry,

The time for me

to truly know thee

is nigh.


 

On the Cross,

Christ's passion,

shows the compassion,

thou simply refuse to ration.


 

Abba please!


I no longer wish to roam,

the time hath come,

I want to come home.


 

I lay mine head at thy feet,

and beggeth forgiveness,

for all my deceit.


 

Thou taketh mine hand,

and helpth me up,

Thou even permit

that I sip of thy cup.


 

Thou kisseth my head,

and breaketh

some bread.


 

Tears of gratitude flow,

and my Love for thee,

continues to grow.


 

Thou look me in mine eye,

And let out a loving sigh,

 

"My child, out of thee

thy past demons are driven.

Get up and walk,

thy sins are forgiven."


 

Now, to those not yet found,

read the Bible,

Christ's Love is the most profound.


 

He will be with you

in the darkest of days,

"He will never leave you,

nor forsake you"

in Deuteronomy it says.


 

Abba, our Creator,

Yeshua, our Saviour,

Ruach-El, our Guide.


 

He will always be by our side.

 

Amen.


More poetry: http://allpoetry.com/Aiysha17

Song/Poem: Barabas

Posted by Aiysha17 on March 1, 2016 at 6:50 PM Comments comments (0)

Barabas

Public disgrace

just to replace

this face

in the face

of Him who has the highest place.

I lead a rebellion

Against The Great I AM, the Elion

when I lived for my own

and stepped on the seeds in me you had sown.

I'd shamelessly harass,

cut down anyone in my path

but Alas,

in your blood do I bath,

signing out:

It's Barabas.

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I wrote this song and 'Barabas' is the spoken word section that I perform as part of it.

The lead singer is Sandy Magyar and the pianist and composer is Gabor Tirpak.

Poem: A thief in the night

Posted by Aiysha17 on March 1, 2016 at 6:45 PM Comments comments (0)

A thief in the night

You took that which was never yours to loot and to gorge.

Using lies and secrets, showing no remorse

taking her innocence by force.

Do you know the affect that your actions brought forth?


 

You've left her mind in agony and debaucher.

Daily reliving the torture,

being reground in the mortar -

free to contort her.


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Only she would suffer,

left with the murmur

as gym class would see the etchings on her femur.


 

But her scars went deeper than epidermal,

a problem universal.

Only true evil can be capable,

their actions irreversible.


 

But you're long gone mean while:

She's haunted by what you took from her as a child!


 

She sits in tears,

as it appears

The only way she knows to release her fears

is to cut left to right - from here to here!

Just trying to feel!

Something, anything

but only pain seems real!


 

Do you even realise what you did?

Your actions more than destroyed that kid!


 

Do you even remember her face?

Feel any guilt or self-distaste?

She was 6 years old - you utter disgrace!


 

I wish you could see what you made.

That beautiful light - you know, the one you made fade!

I hope it haunts you, even when you lie in your grave!


 

What you did...

That debt -

I doubt it can ever be paid...


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