The Obsession

Flesh and Stars

Wandering around she circles the woods

A wolf on her tail, her scent of musk

Filling the air, the truth lies bare

The soulless eyes, mirth in her grace

The wolf is blind, it trusts her facade.

A starless sky resides in her eyes

Her lips tinted red, like a plum she ripe

Though her youth glimmers, she is rotten inside.

Stalking her steps, the wolf comes to a stop

Lilies withering like corpses, shadows lurking behind

His composure faltering, he turns to run

But the wolf is caught in the fangs of prey.

Teeth sinking into his flesh, her grip never relents

Her lips tinted with blood, her clothes stained with sins

Devouring his flesh, crimson dripped off her hands

Eyes snapping to those of the dead wolf

Both of them devoid of life

Leaving him to wither beneath the stars

She stalks out of the woods, looking to lure another prey

Never mourning the death of ones she devour

Yet she left a rose for him, to savor the taste.

It's been so long and I'm dying to share something I recently wrote. Just few of my own opinions and words. This prose is never directed to spread hate and is just a debate against the motion of the topic I was given randomly so I thought to write and share.

'Men’s And Their Obsession Over Proving That Feminism Is Overrated And Should Not Exist'

Feminism, a word that comes from the French word féminisme and is now used worldwide in aspect to support economic, personal, and social equality among the genders. Now that we have attained the basic terminology to avoid disagreements in my words by the people who had gaslighted their little minds to believe that feminism disregards the rights of other genders, I would love to begin.

An anti-feminist tried to convince me that men are stronger. I told him that’s right, men’s are stronger especially in holding onto outdated ideas.

Decades are floating by like cumulus clouds in the sky yet I’m very ashamed to say that one specific gender has failed to develop and coordinate their perspective of females in a way other than degradation or misogyny. Whether it is ogling or eyeballing the women in skirts then making sexist jokes behind their back which they justify by calling it dark humor or being openly demeaning towards the women of society, men’s never fail to let us know the vile and utterly disgusting mindset they have towards the opposite gender.

The sheer audacity of males to claim feminism as unnecessary when just a moment later they go on social media to leave downgrading jokes on a women’s anatomy is downright laughable. All these centuries women’s fight for their rights and support campaigns just to come home to their son harassing girls online and making wretched and nauseating comments about girls his age.

Is that what we have evolved to after years of education and awareness? You say we don’t need feminism yet every women carry at least one weapon while going out on jobs or wherever. Men’s say we need them for our protection but answer me, protection from who? Exactly, men’s are the one creating a terrifying environment for women then they claim to be the one who will protect us. How outrageously ironic!

The rising harassment cases, domestic violence on women, less salary than the males working in same department and whatnot reasons are present that points towards the need of feminism yet they cannot come out of their little hateful world to acknowledge the truth and add to the support. We lecture our girls to not wander at night, not wear short clothes but why don’t we raise our voices on boys who whistle when a girl walks by or give them a tight slap when they make horrid comments about her clothes? Do we go blind or do we go deaf when such things happen? If not so then why don’t those men tell us if they have ever tried to restrict other guys or their sons like they restrict women’s. That’s right, they can’t because everyone knows the truth.

To all those anti-feminist who asks women to cover up to avoid harassment, I demand, WHO ARE YOU? and HOW DARE YOU? to tell us what we should wear or not. Maybe if they tried to grow some brain, pick their mind from gutter and learn to keep their filthy hands to themselves than girls don’t have to feel so unsafe while walking to home at night.

Every male who argues that feminism isn’t needed because women’s are placed below men and according to how the nature works they are just made to breed and they should do what nature has made them to do, I would love to enhance their knowledge about nature. When a male praying mantis mates with a female there are several cases when the female mantis bites the male mantis’s head off. Female anacondas also many times eat their males after mating because it provides them with nutrients. If women should go according to nature just like those anti-feminist says then they should also not question it if one day females decide to cook their husband or bite his head off. Look how ridiculous it sounds, just like the justification a misogynist provide for his/her actions.

If we look at the data available then we will come to realize how big of a role feminism has played in our society to help women. To disregard it is no better than fighting against women’s rights. The only right way to end my words here is by calmly and generously asking the male gender to acknowledge the efforts and benefit of feminism rather than stubbornly sticking to their hateful personality like a toddler.

The Void

The rustle in the leaves, the pitter and patter

Not a single noise, not a single clatter

The void is watching but the world is blind

The creaks have quieted yet the mess is in the mind.

Winds picking up, the window rattle with violence

Where are my thoughts, guess I lost them in silence.

Rain is falling but the man in front of me stays dry

Is he the sins I committed or simply the void?

My hands are covered in blood in the dark

She turns on the light and it's just the ink

I ask her to tell me the difference and she's silent

For the pen and the gun are both weapon and waste depending on the hands.

And when I told you I loved the city, you set it on fire. Now I'm afraid to hand you my heart.

Rereading The Cruel Prince and the way Cardan was so much obsessed with Jude that he didn't know what to do so he just wrote her name several times on the paper like a mantra crackles me up each time.

And the fact Jude thought he did it because he hate her Like GIRLL, he's mad obsessed over you!

I was never a human. I was just longing and melancholy that was shaped into one.

A Burning Love

Left with a bleeding heart,

An undying urge to crawl back to you.

All the shirts left behind burning in the hearth.

Was it really us that matter?

Or the ego you bring to the table?

All those flowers left at the doorstep,

I'll decorate your grave with them,

If not on your arrogance I will bury.

Don't beg for me in the evening,

When in morning you'll leave again,

Forget all the promises made,

Under the influence of my love.

You like to see me cry,

I like to see you bleed.

Your words, my feelings

My knife, your heart

A tragedy I will happily write

If you promise a last dance

Before we burn this house called love.

Home isn't always a place where you live. Sometimes it's your best friend who wraps you in her arms and you know everything will be alright.

Dim lit windows

Dim lit windows at 1am, the record playing the same song,

Candles burning out, on the table are waiting more,

Pages filled with grief, her tears are the ink,

Dim lit windows at 1:30am, wonder if she ever sleeps.

Dim lit windows at 2:00am, the wind is blowing low,

Leaves rustle in the tree, a scent of caffeine from the stove,

Curtains left open, the red dress hanging from the door,

Dim lit windows at 2:30am, wonder if she didn't find a date for prom.

Dim lit windows at 3:00am, the rain is falling now,

Her shadow calmly walks upstairs, the cup of coffee left alone,

Caught the sight of her midnight black hair, the image was fickle,

Dim lit windows at 3:30am, the rain stopped, not a single ripple.

Dim lit windows at 4:00am, the curtains now closed,

Yet my thoughts are plagued by her and the melody of her favorite song,

The night is never dark for her, the street lamp making her feel at ease,

Dim lit windows at 5:00am, she has finally found peace in dreams.

The girl in my dreams

Silk cascading down her arms,

Her sweet laughs like a prayer,

The mystery girl in my dreams,

Why don't you pull me in forever?

Eyes as deep as void, curls flowing in the midnight air,

She gives me a fickle stare,

Then disappears into the waves.

My heart you have taken, my mind bewitched,

Don't taunt me with your absence,

When you disappear without a trace.

I would let you drown me deep below,

If you promise to never let go,

The waves closing in, I would never protest,

For my heart was yours even before we met.