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.






“I think I love him..but not yet. It’s too soon. I cannot make the jump at a low point in my life. I think he loves me but I do not really know.

I feel like time slows down. Old 80’s soundtrack plays on the background. It was 1 AM in the morning again.I cradle my phone like I would cradle his head.He whispers to my ear music of the universe and the hope of the human soul.

He was real, perhaps he is honest. Why couldn’t I adore him? But no, not yet, I need to fly away.

For distance,

For thinking,

For the love of my heart.

I do not want to jump. I do not want to expect.

But I do know that I wish time stopped at 1 AM with my head on your neck as we talked about all that matters and all that had soul.

I can’t stop myself when I think of you but the world is waiting; we both have to get going.

I have to think of myself too.”


She was wide awake in a dream she didn’t wish to end. Everything was peaceful in the way he restrains his deep voice ever so self-consciously. And yet so soothing to my ears…she was not in any position to fall in love again but in this hazy dream, she found refuge in a man connected only by a phone and voice. She found refuge in him. At this very moment.

This was not the boy she met years ago. That boy had all the talent of the writer but was unaware of his actions and his self, leading to all sorts of trouble she can only imagine. He had kept her around because she was an object of fantasy, and she knew then she was not getting in deep his life because of the box she is put in. But now, he has changed…for the better. He was on his way to becoming man, not a boy. He had a certain touch of magic with his words, mixed with an innocent brashness of a person trying to be as honest as he can. He demanded purity of himself. She thought he couldn’t get any more smartass than he is now. He was definitely clever, but in the end, what mattered was his maturity.

Like him, she was not the same girl he met years ago. She bit her lip, repressing all the thoughts of her past self. It frustrates her, somewhat, that she has painted such a dark, melancholic shadow of herself in the past years that she cannot even face it squarely. No matter, this was a different story…she shook her head in disagreement to her own self.

In the past she was a bundle of everything she despises now: childish, irresponsibly open, clouded emotional judgment and shallow to a point…Cut yourself some slack. You were a kid. She sighed and remembered that her childhood wasn’t the best one out there, nor was she sharp enough to have handled things the way she should. She was a blissful child playing with her castles in the air. That was why she found herself falling down hard on the ground. And from the fall, anyone can see that she has changed…for the better. She was on her way to believing in herself as a woman with a mind of her own. Her passion was nothing like her colleagues, her openness now within limits but nevertheless transforming her to an adventurer for her sympathies. She understood the importance of the social human and the reflecting human. She was still tactless out of habit, but in the end, what matters is the goodness of her words and intentions.

They were both oddities of the human nature, sticking out like sore thumbs in their own individuality. The world is a big place, ironically filled with the same individualistic people scattered around, but to encounter one yourself is a pleasing sight to see—and to get involved in. Even if they lived a thousand miles away from you. Even if they live in their own worlds.

When she stepped in his world, there was a certain pleasing sense of resonance. When he let her in, there was a sudden warmth he did not expect to feel. In two different worlds, they felt a connection.

But in reality, they were a thousand miles away, laying in their beds. All they need are hugs, time and things to work out.

In reality, she cannot touch him.

In reality, he cannot touch her.

Their minds both wander on a thought they wished was idle. Yet every time they shoved it away, it came back, persisting, haunting.

“Of course not. Stop assuming.”

“She probably doesn’t think of us that way.”

In the silence that hands, they both knew if they saw each other at this very second, they would kiss each other. Cautiously, tentatively, slowly…his hands would travel to her back while hers would wrap around his neck, making the kiss go deeper—

But in reality, they would be too hesitant to do anything other than to hug.


Have faith. His baritone voice muttered.

Have faith. Her hoarse voice whispered.

They imagined holding hands and facing the world head on.

But in reality, they would go their separate ways, only to meet much later in life.

And then…

Maybe then…

They both may just believe.