All Alone

“Why do people have to be this lonely? What’s the point of it all? Millions of people in this world, all of them yearning, looking to others to satisfy them, yet isolating themselves. Why? Was the earth put here just to nourish human loneliness?”
― Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart

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Animal Series

A collection of animal-themed poems exploring the wickedness and nihilism of humanity. Enjoy!


I. Bear

The forest has got
The tiny little bear thinking
Wondering
Crying
Doing silly things
And wounding his skin.
Empty is what he feels
And empty is the space in
His heart.

Or so he thinks
As the witch poisons,
Bastardizes
The mind with the sins and twigs
That are misplaced
Out of deceit.

The bear grit his teeth
And ripped his chest open: crack, crack!
Pushed a paw deep inside
His ribcage
blood spurting
a small squealing can be heard.
His claws wrapped around
a tiny, pesky roach.
He threw it on the ground
And stomped
And STOMPED!

Red and green liquid
Oozed out of the roach;
The bear cried because his heart
Was damaged beyond measure
And yet he destroyed the pest within him
He could not help but smile
Through the puddle of blood he found himself in

“All I need are stitches,” he mumbled,
Falling to the ground.
The next day he was lost
And can never be found.

II. Wolf

You might think all you need to know
Is what you can only see.
The surface is a mask
Understand that I’m
Not that crystal clear

While I laugh in the dark,
You trip and fumble; why are you so dumb?
All you needed to do
Was inspect the barn
Who knows if a wolf
Killed all the sheep at once?

I am a nightmare
My prey’s skin I wear
To trip gullible people
And fool foolish girls
Pretend I’m their friend
Then bite off their heads
You better not trust me
I wouldn’t trust myself.

So run, run!
Run away while you can!
Because I have my sights on you as well

Such an angel, until when?

Little darling, trust a stranger
And let the devil lead the way;
Step out of heaven and you’ll see
It’s easy to become just like me.

III. Butterfly

I flutter and flit
And flaunt my pretty wings
So unique and different, so special and sweet
Let them marvel in my beauty only I can omit
Your eyes give me joy
And the cue to spread my wings
Some more.

Keep looking…oh, I love it!
To know I’m your queen—
What’s that? You glanced at somebody else?
Let me see…ha! Are you kidding me?

She’s not even that pretty!
All she has is a cynical mouth
And an out of touch mind.
Look at that poor hummingbird go
And fumble about.

Wait, no, look back,
I have more to offer:
I’m perfect and unique
And everything you want and more
The light shines through
My shapely body
The universe has kissed me
With riches unknown to other beings
I have seen the world
And learned the way to live
Why mess around with a bird without poise and pretty wings?
Too immature, too young, too flighty, too airy,
To naïve for the world nor blessed with what
Nature has given me—wait, no,

NO, STAY!
I don’t want you to go!
I wanted to love you—come back, don’t leave me alone!
Fine, leave, I can’t change a stupid mind.
I can always flutter my wings
And flit my way into any kind.

IV. Spider

I think I love you and your strings:
Strong, silky, thin—just like mine.
Your calls I’ve heard
From miles and miles away
And I’ve come to answer
To relieve you of the ache.

Tell me, does my skin
Take your breath away?
Look into my eyes, and tell me,
Are you hypnotized? Scared? Terrified?
I’ve been watching you eye me
With all one hundred of them

Tell me, do you want it
That bad?

Tell me, would you want it
If it tasted of death and blood?

It thrills you, doesn’t it?
I know it does, don’t hide it.
Here, let me just stick poison through your body
I’ll show you what love really means to me.

 

 

 

Sacrifice

Who knew I had to lose you
For me to realize
That everything I needed was right here all the time.
I’ll never forget the love we shared
No matter how you see me
Know that I loved you,
But time wants me more now.

I don’t need your approval.
Don’t need your voice.
Don’t need reassurance
Self-depreciation.

I’m moving on from that kind of thinking.
I never knew I could.
There are so much more to look out now;
It’s all waiting for me.
And I think of all the others
Piled up in a cloud of dust.
I had a choice
And blew them all away.

 

It’s the end of the year, and I’m happy
Finally.
But there is so much more out there.
Happiness is never permanent
But peace is
And faith is.

 

I told myself I would sink my teeth in
It’s not like I had anything to lose then
But here I am surrounded
By people,
By stories,
By controversies,
By beauty and wickedness.
In the end, all I have is myself.
Might as well, learn to live with her.

 

There’s no point to cutting the cord of my soul.
I’m staying.
I’m alive.
Who knew.
Who knew?
I didn’t…yet here I am.

Yet here I am.

Fight!

“Rizal already foresaw the tragic effects of a colonial education when, speaking through Simon, he said:

“…You ask for equal rights, the Hispanization of your customs, and you don’t see that what you are begging for is suicide, the destruction of your nationality, the annihilation of your fatherland, the consecration of tyranny! What will you be in the future? A people without character. A nation without liberty -everything you have will be borrowed, even your very defects!…What are you going to do with Castilian, the few of you who will speak it? Kill off your own originality, subordinate your thoughts to other brains, and instead of freeing yourselves, make yourselves slaves indeed! Nine tenths of those of you who pretend to be enlightened are renegades to your country! He among you who talks that language neglects his own in such a way that he neither writes it nor understands it, and how many have I not seen who pretended not to know a single word of it!..”