Creature's Dear Diary

How does your skin fit? Does it hang comfortably and wraps you just right around your bones? Hopefully there is no edges that are too loose or parts that are too tight. With luck, it is just your size. Hopefully you don't even feel like you are weari

Dear ghost, I have hundreds of string that fears me. I tried snipping the strings as I sailed into the wild, but they always seem to grow within me. I sought the kindness of raging storms and silent deserts, but I always lost sherds of glee. I battl

Dear ghost,  Revive me as Persephone for the love of his cold dark hands, which will so desperately grip my frail ankle and drag me into his forsaken netherworld. Allow me to utterly grieve the loss of my spring and starve in despair at his courtshi

With her, it was always different. My marrow of existence often reflected hers. She understood in a way no one has ever dared to grasp. Despite such familiarity, my friend was so unlike me. She had a chasm in her that she struggled to satiate. With h

Dear ghost,I, too, am here with all of my anxiety. Riddled with vines of what I ought to be, and what I cannot be. I am yet to discern what causes this uneasiness. But my symptoms...it trickles...       ...  ...When nobody matters,Yet every soul matt

She is the cause of all things tender in my memories. She is ever constant and ever present. She jests, chastises and forgives like good old priest. She smells of earth that wronged her hands and sometimes of spring. She sounds of what twinkling star

Dear ghost, I puked the pile of dirt rotting in me. I gutted out the frustration festering in me. It smelt of foul play, of all things adult lied about and I lied about. Even when I sighed and looked at the sky, I only saw the broken sky. Even as I w

I want a quest that shall pit me against the demon lord. I shall lose some limps and some emotions as I slowly deteriorate. I shall hold an oath and travel great distance in search of the demon. I would pledge my life to the task.  I shall fall, craw

Let's take a step back. Forget about poetry and write without ornamental lexis.  I liked me better when I carried picture books for curious eyes.I liked me better when I did not look up. I liked me better when I laughed and searched for fun. I liked

I am a she with every blood on moon days. I don't think you understand her. The way she drowns in herself is pathetic. I abhor the scent of her idleness. I hate the disgrace of her passion. I loathe the touch of her jealousy. It all reeks of "I", of

I think there is something that's so wrong with me.How was I able to convince myself that I am conscience free? That I am much more than those stray cowards. I, who berate the frailty of others, frailty so similar to my shadow. I, who exclaim at thei

Dear ghost, The voyage of lonely creature tells a tale all knows too well. It's a long walk on pavement snaking in middle of the starry town. A woody or ethereal voice luring towards the mirage. The labyrinth of what designs me and you, untangles th

Dear ghost, If you happen to ask me what type of love I want? I would tilt my head ever so slightly, and squint my eyes as if I never thought of it before. As if I never imagined it as a golden rose in my garden. Then, I will laugh as if I own the s

Yes, do you ever look at the windows longingly? Like maybe you can really fly? Do you ever run your fingers slowly above the edge of the knife? Do you ever wish you were dolphin? Just so you can willingly stop breathing at the bottom of the pool? Do

Dear ghost, It was the after showers, bleeding twilight and the falling petals that caressed my dying hours. After the noon when the wind is running at the end of earth, I listened. After the thurdering rain with it's healing whisper, I truly saw. A