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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=485125" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Troublesome Woman</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">a woman of trouble knows how to weave words, fabricating them <br>into little monsters, not of lesser significances that litter in that <br>pestering pond that she creates herself, </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> she likes what she is doing and she likes</div><div style="margin:10px 0">trouble, she makes trouble, she will die without trouble, <br>so sometimes she pulls out her teeth for trouble and cuts her hair for trouble<br>because you see her ugliness and you are caught in a reflex of telling<br>her</div><div style="margin:10px 0">that she is ugly </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and there again the trouble begins, you start it by telling her the truth and she will not like it, <br>she seeds the conflict and you pick it up, the conflict becomes yours<br>it is growing and spreading and she will be laughing because<br>a war is born</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and she says, it is not her war, you started it, it is yours now.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">she hides in the light and makes many shadows that soon she will fear herself, <br>she will mumble names, this so and so is trying to kill her, and she must<br>take revenge, <br>to justify her quest for violence, <br>violence begets <br>violence<br>her mottoo and she sees to it, that violence is created even without her</div><div style="margin:10px 0">she fears herself though and hates the mirrors on the walls<br>she lists her enemies, plans her schemes of destroying them ahead<br>of their plans destroying her, <br>she has a lists of the faults and shortcomings of her friends, <br>(she has no friends in her heart<br>she has no heart in her body<br>her body has no soul) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">she writes: <br>the sun is hot<br>the moon is a slut<br>the air is pushy <br>the wind is bitchy <br>the sea is salty <br>the child is naughty <br>her mother is ucky <br>her father is sickly <br>the world is leaky <br>everyone is pricky<br>the system is kinky<br>the priest is hankypanky<br>the mayor is itchy<br>and so on and so forth</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>a woman of trouble always falls short of herself measuring her height<br>against the rest <br>she will be either taller or shorter and this makes her so<br>unsatisfied</div><div style="margin:10px 0">always comparing herself she feels always defeated, there are always<br>more of them than her so she feels so empty like a hot baloon<br>pulled by the air up<br>(only to burst at the end) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">she floats she pulls everyone to her to anchor her emptiness<br>she will be devoured soon by the big mouth of her own <br>troubles, the horror of her own big mouth devouring her own body<br>like a movie<br>she will shout herself so loudly using the remains of her own tongue<br>she will hear<br>the screams from inside her but she will not listen still as inch by inch<br>the big mouth swallows her</div><div style="margin:10px 0">noisy, garrulous, hysterical she will make her last scream<br>she is gone<br>her own mouth and sharp teeth have tasted her<br>she is gone<br>and what shall be written about her is this bitterness of cannibalism<br>and the ending lines shall be<br>(as she is finally consumed) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">let eternal rest be granted to her Oh Lord!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</a><div class=q>
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into little monsters, not of lesser significances that litter in that 
pestering pond that she creates herself, 

 she likes what she is doing and she likes

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