Creature's Dear Diary

My love, Are you not tired of longing? Have not the numerous trails exhausted you already? You have been drunk on poems. You have dreamt and dreamt. Yet it has never been enough for your gluttonous soul. You have played with the thoughts of sweet ros

Dear ghost, My dreams are but simple. It is to conquer the heart of the elves running in the woods. It's to draw an emotion inside my passer-by. It is to write my fun at the wake of dawn. It is everything yet nothing. It is just a ripple in the rive

Dear ghost, The branches of your urges crawl in my neverland. Is it loneliness or solitude? Wonder if it is cascading emptiness or flowing contentment.  Nevermind, do you recall those wobbling bridges that took us to the wind. Am I enough for your

Like I dropped a trinket while I wandered in the universe of romance. Like I lost a flame while I drove in the night. Like I threw a battle while I weighed their soul. Like I left a thread while swimming in the thoughts. Like I forgot a note while dr

Dear ghost, To few of you flowers, I planted a seemingly courageous warrior in your mind. I awfully dread the day when I walk into the eye of a hurricane and I stand as I am: an unbecoming cowering hunchback.  I fear day and night. I worry through a

Dear ghost, I am at the junction of my feeling. I am neither dusting off the old shelves of memories. Nor am I rowing backward towards possibilities. I am just dotted. It's just ... I just want to lay on an asphalt road and stare at the moon but in

Dear little prince, I was crying when the shadow stalked me. I wanted it to abandon me. I could only hide inside my cave to escape. But in that cave, I wanted to catch the light.  I can laugh, play and sport, while harboring sorrow even ocean cannot

Dear ghost, I want to carefully and tenderly pick my misery and hour after hours, I will pile it little by little in my heart. So that it may eat the ravenous hole inside. Gradually, I shall tear my heart out and bury it deep under the graveyard. So

My love,  I am in awe of your manners that I shall never own. I am star struck by the forbearance you have gathered in your storm. I ache for your dismal days yet I regard your effort as most formidable. So, I am envious of you. Therefore, I am utte

Dear ghost, Lend your straying ears to me, I am drunk on poem. Though I have not visited poetry in a while, I already stink with its perfume. If you peel off this ornamental lyric, the hideous acts might imple you to grimace. 'Cause only will you wi

Dear ghost, On that day, I wanted to cry so much so as to relieve myself. For it felt like the earth beneath me were crumbling. I wanted to crumble that paper and hold it on my chest. That was a prove that I am inept. On that night, I did not want t

Dear ghost, It only cost a wild drive with a coffee in my hand and smoke in my mouth to water my light. It only takes a wide eye staring from the crack of the door, to incite my heavy soul. It only requires a little bit of moving to polish my smudge

Dear ghost,  He shared a scene from my past where I was flying. Oblivious of my fall, he said he always knew of my flight. But dear old friend, that scene was just a frozen moment from my fall. Now, in this wake of the night, I fear he will know wha

My love,I cannot sing for you tonight. I lost my voice to that ethereal siren in the sea. They have roughened the wind of my song. It seems like I cannot soothe you tonight. You told me that you have lost the hand that held you when you opened your e

Dear ghost, Walking in this crowded city, who have snatched all my dreams, I still long for the woods. I believe whatever makes my bubbling desire suits the woods and the silence. But I am afraid, the fire that youth offers to me cannot seem to leav