Masochism is feeling relief amid the chaos.

The Masochist I've Endured the Most

Oh masochistic woman, who endures so much

indifference from men, who weeps

tears of blood over a failed relationship,

when will you learn to love yourself, to be brave

in your misfortune?

What do you see in that man who mistreats you

with his cruelty? Oh lovely lady,

you normalize violence and call it love;

every blow, to you, is a kiss,

every indifference, to you, is attention, and

in your most sublime moment you beg him for love.

If only you knew you are one of many women

he plays with. Why do you give him your attention?

Why do you beg him for love?

You are the other woman, the one he uses,

the one he needs, the one he rushes toward;

but to him you are not his other half,

only one more among the many used.

Oh unfortunate one, climb out now of that pit

full of pain and horror; you must not beg for love.

Rise above it all and begin a full life,

full of self-love and feelings of eternal peace.

Stop, woman, feeling his blows as kisses,

and instead, love yourself more; the right one

is already on his way.

The right man, the one who will guard your soul

like a gift, the one who will always stand

beside you. Value yourself more, and get out now.

Love is sublime; be happy. With one voice

I will let you fly, and I will hurt you no more,

I will set you free. Be happy, do not seek me out;

think of yourself instead, and love yourself more.

A forgiveness will always come from my lips,

from your servant, the one who broke your heart,

who played this love dirty, and today I regret it,

but I will destroy you no more.

Good energy I wish upon you; be free and happy

beside a true man who values your love,

my beautiful lady.

Memory After Memory

In the gaze, the future runs shallow

if there are no aspirations held in memory,

whose magic holds the reasoning of man

and the sublime project of his being.

Logic is fickle, but we know how to wield it,

to be neither reckless nor careless in speech,

to speak instead with a mystic's care.

Luxury and maneuvering, power and money;

with these you rule over others.

Holding them, you will bring your enemies to their knees.

A pack of vipers who take it out on the innocent;

they believe they can destroy him. He will take revenge,

and chance will cast doubt upon society.

I hate them all, and I live among you out of hypocrisy;

I despise you and wish to destroy you, together

with the mistress of the zoo, the one who poisons the sheep

with her venom.

Pack of fools, with your needless jokes,

mocking society. You are no lodge,

nor do you hold wealth enough to destroy me;

you believe your insults will sink me — I will destroy you,

and with my own arm I will finish you. I have the money

to destroy you and send you to hell.

To live among you is an obligation,

but I do not truly live among you, and at your gatherings

of joy I will ignore you; I will not attend the mockery

of my enemies, and with my grace and my hatred

I will cut you loose, to watch you suffer,

a pack of inhuman rats.

Hatred and resentment will settle in my soul

either as forgiveness or as resentment;

destiny will uncover my truth.

Feeling.

To return to the same thing is painful, or simply disastrous.

The message carried by the verse that follows — MEMORY AFTER MEMORY —

is ignorance in its fullest expression, of unscrupulous people

who wish to harm others. This poem lives in a school setting,

where one is supposedly taught to become a good citizen,

but the lesson is passed on in a way that is misunderstood

and ignored, and this is reflected in reading this poem.

Hatred toward people who wish ill upon others is wrong,

yet it too becomes mistreatment and masochism, and this is reflected

in THE MASOCHIST I'VE ENDURED THE MOST, a verse that represents

the pain of people who harm themselves by accepting, into their reality,

people who destroy their soul and body with actions and words.

It is written in inspiration from people who live around me,

who know it hurts them, yet are blind to a change

that will never come, because what one is, one does not stop being.