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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.

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Go My Dragon

This melody ringing in my ears,

I would have hated you with my heart,

If I wasn't so entranced.

I would have chosen to go deaf,

I would have rather buried myself deep in Earth,

If you haven't stolen my heart from my hand.

Oh my dragon, when you fall from grace

Or when you ascend to heaven,

Will you erase my memories?

When the night calls your name,

And when the chains break to set you free,

With you, will you not take me?

Go my dragon, I'll let you leave,

With my heart intertwined with yours,

I'll wait until I'm nothing,

But bones buried deep in greens.

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A Careless Mistake

Strolling too deep, wilted leaves under my feet

I wish to run, scream and hide,

Yet I wander like a lost soul

My footsteps so quiet yet I can hear it behind me

No use to turn, it'll be gone until I find it.

My eyes so dry, I'm holding back tears

Yet I cannot show it my weakness,

It loves the sweet taste of my fear

It is addicted to the scent I leave behind

I wish to skin myself alive.

Calling out to me, it mocks my bravery

I hate myself for running into it's territory

It won't let me go until I'm on my knees

Begging for mercy it will never lay out for me.

I'm falling too deep as it creeps towards me

I know it has caught me and I'll never be free

The prison awaits me, I'm nothing in it's domain

I'll never be grieved cause I'll never be found again.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.