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Fire

Words & Art – J.Thoresen

Fire

Sweet heat,

A spark I cannot tame.

Feel the warmth draw me in,

A moth unto a flame.

Sweet heat,

Can’t resist the urge.

Inhale, exhale,

Let the fire surge.

Sweet heat,

Come and make me sweat.

Pulsing with intensity,

Don’t let it settle yet.

Sweet heat,

Tell me you wanna tend the fire.

So even when just coals remain,

We have the warmth that we desire.

J.Thoresen

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The Guide (Part 2).

The guide

You can live a life with no worries;

And all you need do,

Is follow these simple tips –

I’ll spell them out for you.

You must share the load as a homemaker,

The old gender roles you needn’t abide.

But the man of the house has obligations,

So be sure you can provide.

Being a soft, nurturing role model,

Must be a part of your mindset.

And you must be the fearless protector,

Alert to every threat.

Be a sensitive man who listens,

To earn your badge of pride.

But don’t you be a sissy,

keep your feelings bottled up inside.

Be a fun, impulsive sports fan,

Your deeds and physique should be heroic,

But always weigh your options;

Be wise, be calm, be stoic.

And if you’re confused by this paradox,

Between being a gentleman and a boor.

All you need do to fight it,

Is to see yourself as more.

Just live your life with pride,

If you want to be set free.

And don’t forget who you were,

Before they told you who you should be.

J. Thoresen

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The guide.

Words and Art by J. Thoresen.

Part 1- Guidance for female humans.

The guide

You can live a life with no worries;

And all you need do,

Is follow these simple tips –

I’ll spell them out for you.

You should appear sweet and wholesome,

Yet insatiable and sexy.

Be the girl who wears her heart on her sleeve,

But not so emotional they say you are crazy.

You should be low maintenance,

But always look your best.

Stay brave and independent,

But always wary of danger, and aware of how you are dressed.

Eat! No one likes a salad girl,

You should be confident in your skin.

But to look good and be healthy,

You simply must stay thin.

Be an outspoken career person,

Only rely on yourself.

But also Suzie Homemaker,

Ready to put your aspirations on the shelf.

And if you’re confused about this paradox,

Between being a Madonna or a whore.

All you need do to fight it,

Is to see yourself as more.

Just live your life with pride,

If you want to be set free.

And don’t forget who you were,

Before they told you who you should be.

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Honest Rumours. Words and Art by J.Thoresen

If you were honest,

And your intent was true.

Don’t you be disheartened,

By the opinion of a few.

Some may take it personally,

Some may reject or criticize.

But that’s a reflection of them,

Not a reason to apologize.

You needn’t explain your truth,

So don’t bother to try.

For those committed to

misunderstanding,

Often prefer the comfort of a lie.

J.Thoresen

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Ornament or Instrument. Words and Art by J.Thoresen

Am I just an ornament?

To be gazed upon and graded.

All of my imperfections,

Being pointed out and berated.

Will I ever be good enough?

Will you still think I’m grand?

If I lose my lustre,

Just taking up space upon your hand

I am more than just an ornament.

Look beyond what you can see.

I’m more like an instrument,

With a unique melody.

And while admiring adornments

Isn’t necessarily wrong.

If you only judge my cover,

You may never hear my song.

J.Thor

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Words & Art – J.Thoresen

Feel

I’ve always had a heaviness,

Somewhere deep inside.

An inherent sadness,

I always felt that I should hide.

So I’d swallow my emotions,

Even when they made me choke.

Or just go through the motions,

Maybe tell another joke.

But it never really worked,

It just filled me up with doubt.

Then one day I decided,

It was time to let it out.

It lingers round like smoke,

But I no longer think it’s bad.

I’ve realized I’m ok,

And perfectly happy being sad.