(#1) A Short Story

Life,
If I gave life a metaphor,
It wouldn't be a thick, thick book,
It wouldn't be fairytale nor fancy,
They just don't fit all the time, you know?
If I gave life a metaphor,
It would be a short, short story,
One bursting with energy
To the last period on the last page.

Why? Say, for example,
Little boy went to school,
Eyes brimming with the glance-at-everything
Curious stare.
Bright green shirt, dark blue shorts,
His mother sewed the baseball cap
The crown on his innocent head -
The only child in the family.
He was five, then,
Maybe six, in a few months time
And he had a knack for trying to reach for things
Especially those hard to reach.
Possibly a good sign,
The boy just wants to grow tall.
Like his father, or taller.

School was going fine, as always, to the boy
Who's always a few lessons ahead.
As revision ate away his breaktime,
He didn't mind, he loved his books.
Jumping grades would be no worry,
For the clever boy with a bright future ahead.
Mom was an Oxford graduate,
Dad owned the city's largest business,
The little boy's life was safe,
Secure.

Little boy saw a pretty blue bird,
On the fourth floor of Math class,
Perched on the window sill's edge
With a beauty so quiet and intimate.
Curiousity killed the cat,
He stood on a high stool and
Stretched out an arm out to reach for
His death.

The bird had flown out of arm's reach.
It would rather take another's life
To preserve its own, see.

As life spilled out
From beneath his little crown,
The cap turned a shade of ruby -
Just like the value of his life.
His pages flip faster,
The story reaching the end
Sooner than anyone would have wanted it to.
Sirens wailed,
Mother was crying on Dad's shoulder,
They rushed little boy to hospital.
On the first floor they found the body,
At the window sill they found an overturned chair,
Just four floors above the
Climax of his story.

When little boy lived, the pages burst with energy.
When little boy fell, he penned his life down.
To the last period on the last page[.]



After everything, looking back,
It's been such a journey, writing and experiencing life.

Here's the first poem I've ever written,
You decide how much my works have changed!

(#42) Beast, Husband, Man

I will cloak my heart to have a woman
Like you, just you, I prepared the lines to say.
I will fix my eyes on you alone, staring
To make you feel secure, as part of the plan.
I will mint my breath to make my
Promises sweet, then a kiss.
I will seduce you until you say yes
To marry the black figure of me.

I have bought us a house, as planned.
Within lies a bed, white linen,
All laid out, ready. That way my ejaculate
Will blend into the sheets, no one can tell
It was me, but your blood is red. Scrub at the
Coagulated stains made after the first few nights if you
Should so wish to. It was your body's discharge after all,
It is your responsibility. But I will not say that to you,

It is for myself alone to know. That was part of the plan.
I will carry you home in my arms and whisper
Meaningless phrases that you will enjoy.
Welcome to our regal abode, love.
It is my lair, my abattoir. Our abattoir-
I bear my prized hunt on a piggy-back ride about the place
Before embracing, and she would not know just
How eager I desire pleasure from this naive victim.

When you lay yourself on the altar naked, I will
Bring the sacrificial weapon, it will take a part of you.
You sharpen the knife with your fingers, so innocently
It is a painful blade, it will draw blood and fluid, but you
Will act so pleased, because that was my plan
As I thrust the dagger repeatedly between your legs, you will
Scream, that is what I want to hear from you, as
The smell of iron from your bleeding canal fills the air.

I will sleep well, I have nothing to care about.
Adrenaline pumping through my veins drowns your
Silly voice, telling me how much you liked all of it. I am not
Interested to hear. You are only here to be
My night whore and day servant.
For the rest of our lives, till death do us part,
You will know me as Master, but you will
Call me your ridiculous sweet names.

All shall go as planned. From proposal lies
To everyday conversations. I have scripted them all.
My deception and desires run through my veins,
I am a hungry animal, we all are, but you will not know that.
Your father will be concerned about you but with my power,
He will send his unblemished lamb to slaughterhouse,
Have his daughter's body marred by fluids and hits alike.
Every one of your friends will see you walk down that aisle,
Jealous- They will not know that is the last of you they see.

Like fresh raw meat going down a factory belt,
Like a guiltless prisoner walking the rows to unfair trial,
You will walk to join my side and say "I do" so willingly.
The church bells will sound, the death knell it brings,
The exchange of rings, the passing of love's beauty-

This was all part of my plan, but you will not know that.
It is for myself alone to know.

(#41) Defiant Teenager, Ab Extra Speculatio

Call out the name with the
Handful of food and it will
Open its palm for you.
It will not struggle though
You thrash about, rip off
Flesh chunks from the
Provider's fingers, swallow it
Whole, they will let you
Have it, you do not realise
How privileged a life you have-

The two lambs slave themselves
For your existence, every single
Strand of hair on your body was
Bought with sweat, every minute
You walk the earth, they pay for
Your body with their bread-
The two could have been full at the table,
They even bought you shoes as you
Trample the garden flowers, play in the rain, bully,
They will forgive you nevertheless, child.

As you fling yourself onto
The busy road, without a care,
Remember, that body
You wear is not yours to abuse.
The blood you spend in self-mutilation
Was paid for with invaluable
Rubies and diamonds, I'd like to see you clear
Such a debt on your account-
The glass jar you encase your arrogant heart in
Was bought and made by the two souls you overlook.

Child, someday you will participate in
The cycle of parenthood. I will not be there
To watch you realise your parents' past plight
When your children enroll as the leading actors
To the play you wrote based on your childhood.
Learn, do not let pain be your eye-opener
When simple words can amount to the same effect.

(#40) The Coquette

Say you don't like anybody else,
Here's the book, swear by it.
Don't lie to me, you know it
Will shatter me inside.

You, insensitive, it makes little
Difference to me anymore, the
Words you say, they once used to toss
My feelings about in a salad bowl,

Or on a dark ocean, those days
Have long passed, gone-
For the truth of time has surfaced,
And I was right from the beginning.

Pull off the cloak, tell me everything
Real, sift out the lies from fact now, wait
Your voice, no, don't bother.
I would rather believe myself, you play

Strong, manipulative.
That's exactly what it is,
There's two, three of us here, I heed
Take your pick then, go excited-

They may like being a part of your garden
During your seasons of amorous harvest-
Count me out, I will no longer be
Part of your little pick-and-choose.

The nights call and scare me with thoughts,
They have bred a stronger body-
I will not let them down, watch me
Stand tall on the rock that tripped my heart.

(#39) A Reason To Live

For every tear in your skin,
You will heal it, you will
Patch up every injury
The world can possibly damage
You with, and a scar will remind you
Not to play the fool twice.

Like how the cat licks its
Wounds for hours, absorbed-
There is no shame for the pained
To spend more time mending
Our scratched limbs alone
When we fall down, stumble

On the street.
Every fight is your own fight,
Nobody should force you to
Take up their stances.
You have the right to say
"No." - Remember.

There is no issue in the brunt,
But only in the surrender.
Within you lies a diamond-
You will not see it in black, coal
Unless you take the pressure.
Never back down, be it where

The path crushes your bones
Or breaks your spirit, let it be.
Deal with every small step,
One, another, another-
The long distances will cover
Themselves in time, trust it.

Every tear you shed, every moment
You feel like breaking, that drop from
Your eyes, that which shines in the light
Is the product of your work. It will comfort
You, or be your celebration, for that diamond is
Your produce, you earned it.

For every tear in your eye,
You earned it, you will
Grow stronger, and through
The endless emotional path, you will find
Someone who will dab your tears, lessons, and
Narrate your account as you pen a history.



For Stephanie,
Here's a reason to stand back up after every fall.

Thanks for this request,
I hope it means something to you as much as it does to me.

(#38) Leave Me Alone

Stir the ghosts of past
I've woken them up
And they revisit, angry

Choked, I cannot breathe
Stubborn stain, get off me
It is not a blood smear

Spare me, you demons
I have had enough suffering
Loving you, then a dream

Your exit was murder
Your friend tortured my mind
It was all planned from the beginning

Selfish, a lesson learnt
Never to give your full heart
To an insatiable beast

It will only continue to
Suck every living memory
From your soul

My eyes only pupils
You have blinded my heart
I scream in your withdrawal

(#37) Leaving, Room #07-02

Waterfall, waterfall, memories
Smash it, break the brittle glass
Like an emergency, but neither emerging nor
Desperate, pass me the hammer now,
I want to see the shards fall myself.

Curses, every shard will be sharp
It will cut and scratch my face as I
Shatter the images, this ghastly
Haunting which I will not partake of
Ever again. Let the fragments

Pierce my skin, let it tear me up
I couldn't care less about it anymore,
I will see this hall of mirrors in pieces
Where I will no longer see myself in
Any corner of this room.

These gifts you have given me, let
Me put them to the fire, burn hot
Till it all becomes ashes, and blow it
All over the room, let it fall on the
Broken memories, I do not want it

Remembered, any longer.
All your faces, white like ghosts
Hiding behind the masks in which
You cheat from, your fringe always
Hid your deceiving eyes.

I will not go away quietly, I will
See this entire room turned into a mess.
Unrecognisable, I will make that happen,
I must tear down every single memory
For good riddance. My sand timer

Still pours like the dark red that chokes
My mind with fuel to my nightmares.
As the clock drains the life out of me
Your figures gradually fade to a blur but
The little pieces of silver glass that reflect

Draws a cold breath, I am the
Winter, nothing will survive the punishment
Of my frozen heart. I cannot give love to anyone
Else until I remove you from my temple.
Your candle will never light again-

I don't wish to light it either. A torch, you were,
What deceit, liar. You were nothing but a
Frosted glass candle, you never lit up,
I wish I saw through you-
Your flower blades, your fake jewelry,

Those sweet words were but poisoned daggers
In the clouds, you lined them with
Silver barbs, they looked so pretty
But lethal, I played the fool
To everything. You were cancer to my flesh.

All you ghosts, never will I set foot
In this hall ever again, let the dust clouds settle.
These mirror frames will lie empty, glass
Powder and ruins shall gash whoever dares
Make amendments to my closure.

Prepare the mop and rags, from now on
I will wipe up the blood on the streets
That coagulated from the holes in my
Left-side breast. These pale statues of
Remembrance will never bathe in my pain again.

(#36) Only You Know

Angel, I'll die to have you whisper the
Little things I want to hear, things only
You can say to capture me, hold me
Spellbound-breath, you enthrall me-
Secretly, as the poet keeps your name safe, he
Always wants you by his side, just in love.

Charm me, spin my feelings into a mess, my
Heart's in a disarray, I feel helpless around you.
Oh my dear girl, I miss you so much!
What must I do to have you?


For you,
The one who's name begins with A.

(Haiku #12) Me And Literature

watch me think at work,
pen stanzas, words sparkling like
kaleidoscope shapes.

written for the new haiku page:
Pen Flow, Paper Seeping,
http://cornpeasandcarrots.tumblr.com/

(#35) Lovesick Letter, Struggle.

It's so hard to think
With you around, dear
Girl, angel, I choke on my
Feelings, just so immense.

I can't do anything without your voice-
Help me swallow the thoughts of
You that suffocate me.

Throat-squeezed, pressed-heart,
I feel so sick deep inside me
And I cannot live without your
Smile, pout- So cute.
I don't want to play your

Game of tug-of-war any longer,
My emotions are tossed about so much
Yet I refuse to pull hard on the rope,
Throw you over the line to my side
Because I'm so afraid it'll hurt you.

I wish you'd be mine, I wish you'd drop the rope
And come over, be mine, I don't ask for more
Than just everything you are to me.

I'll purse my lips and clench my
Chest and endure this drowning
In patience, I'll wait for you to say
Yes. There is no script in love
And I always stumble for the right words
To say to you, my dear girl.

The only line I know for sure without
Memorising is "I love you, so much dear."
But I'll never dare say it until just
The day my name subtly etches itself on
Your delicate heart.

This boy just wants your body and heart
He'll do anything to have you
Smile, feel loved, be cared for.
His entire mind trembles and stirs-
I'll die, white, if your lips touch mine now.
Love, love, my murderer, my pill.

(Haiku #10) Eight o' Clock

spring morning, window view-
stone road, the old milkman,
the young paper boy

(#3) She

She,

Beneath a black-brown cascading waterfall,
Two stars burning preciously-
Taking in the light of the world and
Holding it sacred within her mind,
Every moment she doesn't blink.

Selfish, she is though, or shy?
Knowing how beautiful they are,
She hides them,
Keeps them for herself to admire,
No man has ever gazed into them.
No man, not me either.
But suitors guess:
Do they infatuate?
Do they charm?
Could they be so empowering,
They seal lips together?
Could they have the basilisk's gaze?
Who knows?

Only she who holds them safe,
The mystery that rests above her nose.

(I believe someday, I will find out.)


I wrote this a long long time ago,
for someone who meant a lot to me.
I guess i didn't find out anyway, in the end!