The Minds Dwelling


  1. Review of “Yes Means Yes!”

     I’ve just finished the book “Yes Means Yes!”. It is a book full of Feminist essays about rape prevention. It was a good read, and a good message, but some parts were very Distasteful.

      I should probably begin with the good things I thought about it. I thought the message was plain and clear. To bring sexual power to women. I felt that it stated it’s facts very clearly, and did a good job at keeping attention, and not beating the same things into the ground like so many informative books. It offers a new way to view an informative book. It has many valid statements that are quickly hit with great detail, then moved off of to another very valid statement. Over all it was a great, powerful read for 319 pages.

    What I didn’t like about it
     It got gross in some parts. I’m not speaking of when they went into detail of their rape. That’s a very touchy detail that really gives incite to a reader that they are not alone, or to really hit home with a reader. I am talking about certain parts throughout the book that could have been left out. I first noticed it in the foreword with the line “My first boyfriend was younger than I was; he had long hair and was pretty like a girl, and he sometimes got me so wet it would be running down my leg (seriously)”
     That really stuck out to me as something that didn’t need to be shared. Now, I know I will probably be seen as some oppressor, or something, but I don’t think it was necessary for a book as such. Just made me feel nasty reading it, and I don’t think anyone wants to know too much about it. It just seemed off for me.

     Overall good book 

  2. Sorry for the inverted picture, but as it stands, it’s still a picture I am about to start the book “Yes Means Yes!”. A collection of feminist essays, and thoughts. I will give my full thoughts on it after I get done. I’ve read the foreword by Margaret Cho in the beginning, and already have some thought on it.

    Sorry for the inverted picture, but as it stands, it’s still a picture
     I am about to start the book “Yes Means Yes!”. A collection of feminist essays, and thoughts. I will give my full thoughts on it after I get done. I’ve read the foreword by Margaret Cho in the beginning, and already have some thought on it.

  3.  Innocence within
    Every breath I’ve taken
    thoughts beat in my mind
     Pictures so vivid
    Restore back to life my youth
    It never left me
     Show me the light I
    Deserve, and peace bring it to
    me. I need it now.

  4.  Simply short and sweet
    Blue eyed devil in disguise
    Open heart and eyes
     I, timid and scared
    Can not seem to find a peace
    ruined relics lie
     a random chance caused
    life, love, happiness and joy
    in my soul so dark
     Dead trees see more time
    All life ends and begins too
    share it with me please
     Many is the day
    I dream of you in my head
    dancing in the night

  5. Something we did, or didn’t say.

     This quiet desperation
    it doesn’t fit you well.
    Not that anyone could tell.
     And like a thief in the night.
    He came up and robbed you
    of the light behind your eyes
     But, if the sea could part
    I could see to the other side.
    Of a dying life
    I don’t know where to start.
     But, if I had, had my way
    I’d wish you back to say goodbye.

    No matter how hard I try
    There’s always one regret.
    Something I didn’t or didn’t say
    And no matter how hard we try
    There’s always one regret
    You didn’t see the end of the day.

    The loud silence is breaking
    and I guess I’m doing well.
    Not that anyone can tell.
     And like a thief in the night
    he came and robbed us
    of our own pride.
     But, if the day could end
    I could ponder tonight
    of what could have been
    Against death we can not defend.
    But, if I had, had my way
    I’d wish you back to say goodbye

  6. You Are

    You’re a sea of life
    I’ve never had.
    A blanket of happiness
    when times have turned bad.
    The featureless face behind the window
    telling me that life is okay, and to move on,
    And thunder whispering in my ears
    When I’ve heard silence for too long.

    The white snow from a warm window
    Breathing joy into me.
    The light house that warns me of cliffs
    in the foggy sea.
    My voice, and my hands
    that craft love for you.
    The logic that binds me
    to explore the new.

  7. Labyrinth

     The air hurts, and stabs me in the lungs.

    The darkness binds my hands to the wall

    gently gliding across them to show me the way.

    Coarse and poorly made they rise.

    The ceiling is as low as I am tall.

    Two voices speak and tell me which way to go,

    but no way is correct.

    Doors line this Labyrinth, as others and I waltz around them.

    We open them and each find another door closed.

    Still hoping to find the end to this labyrinth

     The monotony drives us wild as none of us can get out,

    but none of us are aware of each others presence.

    Our mouths, and eyes sown shut.

    Ears deafened, and senses numbed

    We still waltz.

    The Labyrinth holds no hope.

      I break the binds on my eye and see the low lit labyrinth.

    I see the others, and try to take their bindings off,

    help them hear

    help them feel

    Help them see the truth in which they live.

    The binds won’t break.

    I am forced to move on.

    Each door opening to many closed.

     The voices now wage war on each other.

    One speaks of 

    Submission

    the other speaks of

    Destruction.

    I know too much for their liking.

     They push the others away.

    I mustn’t tell the truth, or it would ruin them.

    I mustn’t speak when told to shush.

    I must Obey 

    The voices stop, and the people aren’t there.

    The lights dim, and the air suspends.

    I see a light.

     I run for the light.

    The voices scream the loudest silence I’ve ever heard.

    The stillness of my run frightens me.

    It’s too perfect.

     I climb from the hole.

    I am surrounded by forest with a river running through it.

    I have no distinction of North, South, West, or East.

    I feel the sunlight burn my skin.

    It’s pale and untrained.

    I see my reflection in the water.

    It’s hideous

    I hear my voice.

    It’s cracking.

    I still understand nothing,

    but the labyrinth is no more apart of me.