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
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,
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

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,

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.





Personal Pact

“But I’m trying my best to be strong and be kind to myself. I think for someone who has only practiced self-criticism for the past three years, I’m making great progress. It’s because I want to believe there is something more to the world than what I could see through my tears. I want to believe in humanity and live with such burning humanity contained inside a quiet person—irrational, genuine and passionate.”

Ghosts and Souls

Part 2 of Human Doll

It took Penelope 3 years to realize that the man she’s been loving the whole time only saw her as an investment. It took her 3 years to cut him off, feeling a deep level of resentment and anger at herself. Why did she let it go for as long as 3 years? 3 years too late. Now she wasn’t going to let this present affair of 3 weeks slog that long.

Motoko Kusanagi could not understand her. The older woman saw Penelope as a research subject, a thing to observe and experiment, like a rat inside a cage. Penny learned of cyborgs like her having “ghosts”, which was technically equivalent to a human soul. But ghosts and souls are different.

The Major’s ghost wanted rationality, order and a sense of power. It wanders on about her identity, of surpassing what she is capable now. It was concerned with enlightenment and perfection. It doesn’t exist just as it is—it is artificial, perhaps genuine but nothing like the complexity and vulnerability of the human soul. Such is larger than life, or hidden deep beneath the surface, rumbling inside their blood. It cries out for love but indulges in chaos; it wants the self to get better but knows when to be kind to who you are now. It is passionate in the way it excites your senses, hitches your breath and quickens your pulse. It is magical, wicked and pure—naïve as it may appear, a soul is nevertheless authentic, natural and sincere.

Penelope bit her lip. She remembered Motoko being too young to have her entire injured body replaced with a cybernetic one. Motoko never asked for it. She had to adapt it. A life living in shells… “I wonder if she’s even capable of truly loving.”

It didn’t matter anymore so she pushed the thought away. She wasn’t going to waste hours crying over a broken heart nor was she going to step on her dignity by coming back to something that was harming her. She was going to work on saving herself.

Human Doll

Part 1

Motoko opened her eyes and took a deep breath. She wanted to fill her lungs with the now-familiar scent of a new lover, touched and tamed by her own charm and hands. It was a victory amongst other victories on her romantic escapades because this…this has something else. For one thing, her past lovers would wrap their arms around her all throughout the night, while Penelope Sta. Rhea wasn’t even within reach. Motoko, having highly advanced senses, did not need to panic, for her technological body found the new prize, sitting in front of the glass window. Penelope was watching the big, urban city, bustling despite the early hour.

The small figure was hunched over, covering her petite, naked body with a blanket. Her wavy hair was disheveled badly, but the messy look always seemed to work for her. Kusanagi could see her brownish yellow skin on her nape that went uncovered by the blanket. The same spot where Motoko’s ports are located. Looking at the back of a pure human has a surreal element with it. Though, at this age, it was impractical to live with a pure human body. It is almost unsurvivable unless she was put into solitary confinement…until she goes mad.

Motoko then noticed the small figure’s shoulders start to shake. Then, the girl started sobbing quietly, as if not to awaken her.

They have been lovers for 3 weeks now. Motoko has every inch of her body memorized; the human body didn’t disappoint. It was even more responsive than any of her past lovers’ cyber-enhanced bodies. It was a delight to please her and intoxicate her with Motoko’s masculine dominance. From day one, she understood the human doll’s story and learned her personality, her psyche—such a strange psyche indeed; complex, irrational and wonderful.

It was the paradox of humanity in the flesh. A sight that Motoko wasn’t willing to destroy, nor was it something she wanted to approach. She wanted it to just be, she wanted Sta. Rhea to just be the reminder of a life she once lost. And while the young girl cries for her reasons, Motoko did not want to know. She wanted to hear her cries, her sobs, the way her breath goes quicker and shallower. Was it sick for her to want to hear such pain and emotion? Motoko didn’t know, but Penelope’s melancholia served as a lullaby for a dying humanity inside Motoko’s ghost, and she fell fast asleep.

The next morning, Sta. Rhea was nowhere to be found.