Veridical Poetica

Its sadness which fills the halls And darkness which fills the heart. I saw him standing right there, with eyes piercing me like a dart. He looked me in the eyes, the eyes he looked me in. Not a twitch of shame, the man was living sin. It was as if he'd forgotten, all the betrayal and all the trauma. Did his time move in widdershins? Or was this just his new drama? In one quick swift I took my dagger and attacked him with all my force. He was down in less than seconds, he was now a corpse. I realised what I'd done and panic filled me all over. I was just as bad as him, I wasn't a four-leafed clover. He represented all my fears and now that he was gone. I should've been at peace, but why did it feel so wrong? Destroying our fears doesn't help us to grow. Learning to live with them, is what to do and now I know. Facing one's fears is a move considered strong. Killing them, makes a man invulnerably wrong. It is dealing with our phobias, what makes one indestructibl...

The words, the darkness and the flesh, The cries, the roars, all the mess. It hunts at night as midnight strikes  And quenches its thirst with blood as it likes. One howls, the other dies, One yells, but it is the other's prize. Not a wolf, nor a vampire, not a werewolf in sight. Who is it? Who is she? Who may dare have such might? These are the howls of the woman, Who have been trapped for years. The cries? They are of the men, Who once laughed at them with their peers Are you wondering why this happened? Why everything has gone astray? Let me take you back a thousand years, When everyone was gay. It's the year 2017. And everything is fine. It's fine, it's fine. But not inside a woman's mind. She thinks about revolt, She thinks about being suppressed. She thinks about the consequences, And about all the mess. Fast forward a few centuries, She thinks no more. She's a hothead now, Can't be pushed no longer like a door She lashes out, she breaks, Like they onc...