How Duchess Became Deadly…

Once upon a time, there was little Duchess up above in the castle’s murky sky-high, admiring the expressive motion of the clouds while feeding the ravenous crocs with some chicken heads. The little Duchess stood silently, her mind wanders as her curiosity follows. She foresees a prince that will come and save her, but from what? There are no reasons for her to be rescued, yet how come she yearns for such shallowness?

A disgrace indeed, but she handled it gracefully.

A dainty she is, wearing a Sunday dress matched with her pitch-black dutch-braid. She rushed downstairs and ran outside to play with her Cerberus. It gave her a slobbery welcome, a little did she know that someone was creeping up on them.

Little Duchess and her Cerberus went to the enchanted forest. She mischievously skipped through the mud paddles, and chased a hasty dragonfly. Until she stepped on a booby trap, then she cascaded down into the inky depths as her scream echoes and startled the peculiars of the forest.

The Cerberus rushed to save her, but unfortunately Little Duchess was the decoy. When it was trying to pull her up, shards swooshed out of nowhere and struck the eyes of the Cerberus. The shards secrete a lethal poison to kill the life of the hell hound. Little Duchess heard its roaring cry, then she immediately climb up to the surface. She ran towards the carcass of her guardian, forcing it to wake up. Little Duchess’ bleak tears continuously flows on her cheeks like hailstorms that bleed regrets.

A murderess came out, she said, “I should’ve killed that beast years ago, now you are free.”

I asked, “Why did you killed my only friend?”

Then, she replied, “My dear, a friend does not corrupt the mind of a child. You are your own protector.”

Little Duchess saw the murderess as she slowly fades away. She asked her one last time, “But miss, who are you?”

The murderess smirked and replied, “A flower, beautiful though fragile, but I am an exception of being feeble. Deadly as I can be, mirrors the reflection of you and me.”


Anonymous’ Missing Link

“I am mean,
because I mean what I say.”

Those words that made me smile,
your stories that traveled through thousand miles,
unexpectedly opening my topsy turvy,
without ever being cautious about my safety.
In every war we enter,
only our pen will mark our history forever.

“Change the world!”
I always think that it is difficult to tame the gore,
we are surrounded by a pack of blood-thirsty wolves
craving a piece of your meat to gnaw.
Fear doesn’t exist, so I dare you!
Dive into the deepest floor of the ocean blue,
search for the mystical bandanna,
and open the gateway to nirvana.

A good artist cannot be seen,
they quickly evanesce whenever they got noticed.
You need to find loops that will transcend you to another world,
watch out for the hollows that will thieve you sword,
for they will devour your vision,
don’t let them distract you from your mission.
She might be a peculiar, undressing her disguise.
I think it is time to undress mine.

Let Her Be

Let her be,

let her finish from A to Z.

Don’t push her,

pull up her color,

the beauty of the canvass,

mirrors the painter’s adroitness.


Let her be,

even if she will turn into a beast,

the murderess of every child’s dream,

or the underworld’s queen.

Thorns splatter on the wall,

and ripped off her flesh.

Be warned,

don’t touch the needle on her chest.


Let her be,

don’t you see her creepy?

don’t you feel fear?

don’t you understand her insanity?


Leave her to be free,

a rare butterfly can never be caught by an ordinary net.

Learn to appreciate without caging her happiness.

She’ll be healed by sun kisses,

and reincarnated as the stars gazes on her.

Tears are diamonds,

it should be treasured, not wasted.

You deserve better, be free and hope for the best.

Third-Wheel Avenue

I’m used to this,
seeing lovers kiss,
holding hands,
adrift trance.
Save me, Romeo.
Juliet feels woe,
Where art thou, Romeo?
Have you forgotten your promised rose?

I take pictures of their memories,
seeing colors of sweet candies.
Still, my vase is empty,
serpent thorns pricked me,
indigos drenched,
stitch my broken edge.
Where art thou, Romeo?
I shouted your name, but only your silence echoes.

I’ve had enough,
its like I’m going to give up,
swirling shards,
don’t come near me, it’ll hit me hard.
The truth is an angry mob,
torches lit up,
don’t come near me,
it’ll instantly burn me.

I realized something,
that love is everything,
bitterness lures the hollow,
that’s how ships sink below.
You know what’s crazy?
fantasizing Romeo as your one and only.
You are no Juliet, get rid of that blue.
You are just stuck in the Third-Wheel Avenue.

Misfortunate Fool

The inferno blazes,

uncontrolled changes,

ears folded,

knives sharpened.

Cussing swiftly,

you’re a marionette such a pity.

Pardon me?

you must be a fool to belittle me.


Turn left or right?

Love or Pride?

Spinning spools of confusion,

asking a no-brainer question,

clustered thunders and tornadoes,

guilty of your accusations.

Conquered by stupidity,

selfishness betrayed me.


Regret is the fool’s prize possession,

jinxed by the numbness of your sensation.

Cease it,

before it’s too late to change it.

The gluttony of hate is waiting,

its jaws shouldn’t be feeding.

Don’t fall into its oblivion,

only a fool cherishes this phantom.

Mr. A-ddle

Believe me,

we’ll be worth it.

Hold me tight,

promise me you won’t bite,

love me passionately,

as you whisper your words of cajolery.


naway, my dear.

You are not safe here.

Come with me instead,

And, wait for me at the spot where we first kissed.

Leave when they puff the last match,

let’s take the risk of that 50-50 chance.


u are wrong,

I will not hold your hand, but force you to wear shackles.

I will never protect you, so I will turn the tables.

I will stop giving you dandelions, instead I will slit your throat and smash your head.

Why did you believe, when there is nothing to believe on?

Bitch, you are so naive. No wonder you are easy to be played on.



I am sorry, I need to leave your lifeless body.

The screeches of the music devoured my memory,

wait, who are you again? Cindy, Beth, or maybe Tiffany?

Heart beats fast, lethal venom injected in my veins,

dragging me down to the pits of hell, as I disseminate through my sinful flames.


one should settle for less.

Flowers should be adored, not picked up because it is at its best.

Sixes and sevens, don’t be confused by her ravens.

Gaze deeply at her midnight blues, feel the warmth of her summer skies.

The signs of conflict, and the breakage of her blood flow,

blinded by fidelity, she died as his shadow.

Never Again

Innocence, I agree in such a thing.

Even your kindness reminds me of spring,

leafy greens and flowers bloom,

it felt like heaven,

saved by an honest angel.


Your skin pure as white,

your eyes shimmers bright,

your lips soft as clouds.

Still, why did the black cat follow?

Did someone stole your halo?


Insecurities create mass destruction,

it sucks out all colors of your imagination,

fear will always test your temptations.

Like how the damsel was killed by hesitations,

and releases the clown of infestations.


Where are you now, my angel?

You seem lost in your own thoughts,

leaving inky dark spots,

with no sign of your golden feathers,

but only the crimson blood painted on the withered heathers.


Empathy, please stop crying.

I wiped away your tears,

then you started smiling.

I think it’s time for me to be your angel.

And, I promise that I will never let anyone hurt you, never again…