I Hate When The Voices Around Me Fade Because I Cannot Stop Wondering If I Even Matter.

To: Heaven

For: My Darling

Skyscraper of glass, bluish hues of dawn

Fever dreams mid-november

Memories lost in the winter strom

Whispers of mist on my window

Ghost of your touch haunting my dreams

Your reflection on my bedroom mirror

Yet when I blink you're gone.

Ocean of grief drowning me to its heart

Stay for a little while, my sweet darling

My eyes have gone dry, no tears left

Show me mercy, even if it's fickle

I'll fall to my knees, gazing at heavens above

Strings of our heart intertwined

Yet we're two world's apart

Come back my darling

Or expect my arrival.

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 I told him that’s right, men’s are stronger especially in holding onto outdated ideas.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.

Would you still love me if I was a phantom dancing in the castle you stumbled upon accidentally, with my blue dress flowing like a river and my hairs billowing in the midnight wind? Would you still love the apparition of me after 1000 years I waited for you? Would you still remember me...

Choas of thoughts

Sitting alone in the dark brooding night

The party in full swing yet she's left out

The nicotine in her system

Along with dreams and hopes

But she's never satisfied

Now she can't hear her thoughts

Because in her head chaos is rooted

Turning to leave or to leap into desperation

But she's fine because she knows

She knows the sting of thorns of love

She knows her drugs

She knows her love

All the pills she is high on

All the nights she'd spent crying

She knows her addiction

She knows her desperation

So she is going back

Back to where she started of.

Cardan: Let's play Kiss, Marry and Kill!

Jude: I already did.

Cardan: What?

Jude: With you.

Cardan: ........ OHH!

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.

So much agony in your heart. Offer me a plate of your pain for it hurts me to see you suffering alone. Darling, let me suffer with you.

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.

If I were to tell you all that hurts, if I were to open all my scars again, Oh darling would you let me bleed in your hands?

A Wicked Dream

On the drenched grass she runs

Her hairs floating like forgotten memories

My eyes couldn't focus

Am I in a lucid dream?

Crushing the flowers beneath her feet

Darling step on my heart

My ribs tearing under her feet

I'd let her rip me apart.

The flimsy mist covering after her

I dance in her trance

A mesmerizing sweet laugh

She's made of lilies and charms.

The haze is getting deep

I wonder if I'll ever wake

Maybe I've strolled too far

The voices fading away.

I could listen the whispers

Now I follow and wait

She'll either guide me back

Or I'll be her willing prey.