Dark Verses

There ARE a few traits about poetry that Im not particularly fond of. One of them would be, being clueless about whats going on in the poems, which can be very frustrating and challenging at times, let alone absorbing the multiple perspectives they give off. Thus Ive strived to maintain the modus operandi that an average person or even someone who has never read a poetry book, can perceive, in at least one of those perspectives. The notion is that strong women can, at times, be compelled to propel themselves into snares, with one of the kernel reasons for doing so being obsession. Through the eyes of a woman, as most women could see it; I attest that obsession is a potential pathway to depression, and inevitable destruction. The downright essence of obsession can either compel one to melancholy, or drive one to the other extreme, to lunacy. My significant collection of poetry revolves around the bitter truth and consequences behind obsession, through the subtle, ethereal bomb that is reality, with zero romanticism of either pain and happiness. Metaphor has been my fundamental tool, the means of which I use to illustrate what an inferiority complex would actually feel like, how excessive sweetness accompanies diabetes with it, along with varieties of other dark feelings of estrangement, in a laid-back writing style. Notions of a femme fatale figure, no competition can stand before, beauty of an Aphrodite, head turning demeanor, an unmatchable personality is raved, coupled with her battles and struggles following it. This being quite mystical, rules me out to spill more tea, but to let the mystery unfold itself when you read the few but, special, and close to my heart, vehement collection of poems.