Quotes about masochist
I became a feminist as an alternative to becoming a masochist.
quote by Sally Kempton
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The only way to enjoy golf is to be a masochist. Go out and beat yourself to death.
quote by Howard Keel
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Sadist & masochist
A man is a sadist and
A woman, a masochist
When they come together
To have nectar in bed.
18.10.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Hiding Behind So Many Names
why does someone
hide in so many names?
if there were only many faces
i am sure that someone
shall buy those faces
and day by day s/he walks
in the malls
and confuse people about
who she is
she may show a smile today
a frown tomorrow
anger today and
gentleness on another day
she me take the face of the clown
or that of a masochist
the sadist
she may buy the face of God
and for a time
for excitement's sake wear
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A beautiful Angel
A beautiful angel
A twisted motive
Your deadly and dangerous
Beautifully twisted
A hidden monstrosity
What a dark angel
What a beautiful soul
Ice in the fire
Water in the coals
Sadistically Divine
A hideous concubine
A beautiful angel
Fell back to earth
Darkly Divine
A morbid Masochist
A liar at best
A beautiful Beast
A dark little creature
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poem by Sierra Kavanagh
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Ode to Time
i am time, i run
on people's feet
on their wrists
needles on the wall
the hearts and mind
especially the last
of which i am a parasite
i live in a dimension
that feeds on every other
night, day, rain or shine
you can chop me down
piece by piece, unit by unit
stuff them up with every bit of
your dreams
now i am all done up,
made up for
human endeavours
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poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Love can cripple you with so much hate; even of oneself.
Carve a canyon in my soul; you can't hurt me anymore. Though I suppose the only one left hurting me is, and always was, myself.
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There was a time that my tears for you learned that they had the power to carve canyons deep into my soul. They learned that they could teach my muscles to cripple me with hate because I loved you so and hated the fact I did; because you, the you I kept locked up in those memories in my head, would always, always win. The masochist in me learned to like those torture sessions that wrecked havoc on me all over; crave them even. There are memories of you that linger on darker days, in the caverns and walls of this heart that learned to ache for you.
There are the rare good days when manage to somehow forget.
poem by Mandy Lee
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In The Labelling
labeling is an art form
a breathing for every breath taken away
a laxative for every comprehension constipated
demanding bite-sized of big-picture menacing
stamping caricature on white canvas uncertain.
pointing the whore out of a lover,
the hedonist out of a masochist,
the lunatic out of a genius,
the slave out of a businessman,
the monster out of a patriot.
apparently.
when persona riddles appropriated
for an unburdening from cloak obscure
through blindness claiming sight restored
playing pretend out of blows low
labeling is an art form.
pointing to the fatherless in a whore,
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poem by Chris Jelens
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A misochist
a masochist
daily turning in words
knowing full well
nobody would read
nor take a look at
yet this yearning to spin
a web of words
to trap myself
in self aggrandisement
that elation after a work
is completed
a satiated spider
all alone in its
perfect wide web
a sculptor takes a look
at his sculpture
every chip taken out
a part of himself
chiselled off
elements
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poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Masochism
when you pinch me
i thank you
i feel the pain and it assures me
i am alive
when you say the words too unkind
i reflect and the words confront me like a flood
rushing inside my throat
and i grapple with my hands holding upon life
i am drowning
but not calling for any help
i rise as a survivor
my lungs stronger than before
when you left me
i thought the pain is like an earthquake
intensity 12
i am shaken and some parts of me fell
i thought i am buried on the chasm of extreme loneliness
they say i am beyond recovery
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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