His Silent Graveyard

The gods gave birth to a lonely coal, his heart was dreary and cursed. It was made with fire.

He was a defect and they claimed that he should’ve never existed. The emotions that everyone experiences was normal, but the coal was too different from being normal. The burst of his warmth sensation was misunderstood. He only giggled for just seconds, and everybody were running in circles. They were screaming for help as if there was a dragon out loose that was beginning to throw flames and feast on every living being.

He caused so much trouble, his happiness didn’t mean any harm to anyone. The superiors shunned him and the coal made a pledge to never ever show any emotions again.

He traveled alone, roaming millions of years, carrying the frown of the old Grinch. Although, everything changed when he met Ember. She was clumsy and predictable. She owns a pet rock. She loved the smell of pinecones and she was bright as summer. She was like him back then, happy-go-lucky, naive, and a defect.

He wanted to protect her, but it was too late. She was a dying fire, her destiny was to live and fade away. The coal was stubborn, he didn’t want anything to get in his way. The tenacity in his eyes and the flames of his heart started to crumble.

He screamed to the gray skies, pleading and begging to hear his selfless wish. The gods made a deal with the coal, in exchange for his blazing heart.

Ember returned to her realm. She saw the coal, he was cold and fragile. It wasn’t that possible, but the coal smiled back to Ember. The winds whispered, “It’s time to go.”

The coal turned into ashes, and flew freely to the heavens.

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A bundle of cubs,
loved strawberry pies and peanuts,
hypnotized by its promised nirvana.
Oh, such a delusional aroma!
A skinny vulture,
desperate to slaughter,
like a thief of life.
Oh, such a bitter strife!

Shunned by its fellow,
this will be their last ‘Hello’.
Breathing dead air,
innocent hearts can’t even bear.
Time stops,
it grabbed the head of a baby fox.
Torn by greediness,
violent hues flowed restless.

They can’t run away from their fate,
this is nature’s way that I hate.
Its hopeless screech,
begging from your reach.
Its sudden end,
made me curse my bed.
What’s the point of wishing?
If it can’t be answered by praying.

Nobody wants an unlucky omen,
yet the vulture had a reason.
Destined to live or die,
willing to give up or try.
Press rewind,
learn to unwind.
Press play,
and don’t even dare to stay.

Morbid Unicorns

The beauty behind the madness,
breached her own dreams and promises,
for somebody,
who is just a nobody.
That dreary night,
she swore to bite,
and rip the neck
of the woeful brunet.

Imprisoned in the heavens of Lucifer,
the gargoyles mercilessly gnaw her.
She was out of breathe
nearing for her death.
A flock of ravens,
unshackled her from wretchedness.
She signed another contract,
it’s time for a pay back.

Her flames will no longer turn into ashes,
her wit will forever lit the matches.
The tongue-tied myth,
don’t ever trust anyone with
pearly whites,
and fancy ties.
They might be holding a knife,
and may steal your life.

Build your army,
flare up like it’s World War III.
Cut your crown,
and promise me that you’ll never frown.
Let your colors whirl,
as if you’re the most beautiful girl.
Write your own story,
not with a pen, but with bravery.

Minnie The Moocher

The drums are banging,
the trumpets are screaming.
Royally glamorous,
her aura that will make you wordless.
Bouncy bumps,
soft plumps.
Here she comes,
the queen of all scums.

Some say she’s one in a million,
with a delicate heart that deserves a trillion.
Poor Jimmy,
giving out golds and diamonds for Minnie.
He didn’t know,
that the rose he once knew
was now a carnivorous threat to men,
his riches disappeared in a count of 1 to 10.

A castle with walls of jealousy,
suffocation is made with a necklace’s shimmery,
she drank a wine full of venom,
a deed that predicted to be a poison.
It was all about the nickel and dime,
daydreaming of marrying an uptown swine.
She didn’t have a mind of her own since it was molded with golden ducks,
even her heart was controlled by just a couple of bucks.

Just Smile.

I wonder if smiling really stitches your face? Does it hurt?

I was at the balcony, observing kids play. I was a little duchess back then, prohibited to leave my fortress.

As I recalled, they were all running and having fun. How about me? I was jealous, it was suffocating me. I tightly hugged Teddy to cover up the saddest beat of my lonely heart. I sighed heavily and continues looking at the kids.

That mischievous kid was running so fast that he fell on the ground, and cried. He had bruises on his knee, arm, and cheeks. It was a disaster, all of them were laughing at him. I didn’t know what to do, shall I run and approach him to treat his wounds? I was having second thoughts while the patient is dying of embarrassment. I was afraid that I might face the same fate as him, to be a laughing stock.

Until, someone finally approached him. All of the kids were shut silent, and eyes as big as the owl’s. The mischievous kid stopped crying, and his eyes glisten to that person. A smile that saved him from misery, he was thankful of that miracle and was instantly healed. The angel lend a hand, then wiped away his tears. They went back inside the house, with that kid having that exact smile as his mother.

In my opinion, it was no disease or virus, it doesn’t need any stitches to force you to smile. It is by paying it forward, a movement that spreads love and kindness.

The time when the mother came, she didn’t yell on her son or the other kids that made fun of him. She silently showed them what is right, and later on taught them that what they did was wrong.

The next day, I went back up at the balcony to see the changes. The kids were sharing snacks, less roughness in playing, and even some other news kids showed up to come and play with them.

It was beautiful and it gave me hope to socialize with them. My uncles let me play with them, and it changed my life forever. I was cheerful, skittish, talkative, and extremely loud. It was so awesome, the feeling was infinite.

You know, I think it would be great if you took the first step to change the world little by little. Small things lead to bigger goals, don’t miss that opportunity to be an inspiration to others. You might change their life.

Panoramic Sailor

“A kraken’s weakness is not the captains’s spear, instead it is the sailor’s mellow strings.”

Kindness is not something that you can just give, like a flower that needs to be gently handled and taken care for. I don’t believe to the people with identical mirrors, you see only yourself as the point of view of your own reflection. My haven is to the people with blurry skies and hail storm stars. They are real, they expressed freely about everything, they paint stories of their own histories, they run with no clothes but they are covered with kindness.

Somehow guilt is what they felt, they hesitate with their decisions and thought of giving up was their best options. Just shrug it off, because you’ll realize that time fly so fast that you ended up on your death bed with cursed regrets.

Hunt for your own treasure, and make sure that you won’t be obsessed with diamonds or golds but rather cherish the adventure you have learned, cried on, fought for, and survived with. Fill up the map of your heart and soul, since this is something that will never grow old.

Close your illusions, let the beast awaken its slumber. Expose the convict that betrayed your truce of honor. You are not just a human being, you exist with a bestowed promise of your destiny.

Quick advice, always think wisely. The sailor didn’t defeated the kraken because of anger and revenge, he defeated it with a sweet lullaby.

Silky Glaze

I am alive, I exist and I breathe. Sadly, I am just a figment of your imagination, or a ghost that remained to be a mystery, or maybe a myth that was once told but never to be believed by anybody. It was easy to stay still and not move a muscle, but the difficulty of not getting noticed was just too much for me. Silence strangled my symphonic tune, I have never felt so voiceless in my entire life.

My melancholic winter nights, I cling at the ceiling to find the squids of the sky. Such an odd-looking stars, they were swaying and swinging through the milky way. As I observed, the other one was outcasted from the stars; it was not swaying, swinging or even glistening because it doesn’t know how. It only knows how to create the milky way, it was rarely gifted thus only this squid exist to be the one to give meaning and purpose to everybody living in that universe. How lonely, wasn’t it? It felt like you are the last one of your kind.

Accepting your fate is not an option, because you have a choice to change it. You have the pen to compass your spirit, so grab a paper to landscape your landmarks. You should never let yourself be stuck on that blank page, so get to work and finish your goal because nobody can do this way better than you! You have a purpose and that is to be someone’s purpose to live and be happy everyday. Be an inspiration, save a life!