Monokuro Boo

You speak as if I'm a paper doll. You define my facade with the point of your pen. You clothe me with such chromatic thoughts. You fold me to whatever form you prefer. And then you smile, to see such physique you have beautifully crafted with your words, with your thoughts.

And you see a curl from my lips, seemingly forming a smile. Yet, it is not what you perceive. I am not smiling back at you.

Perhaps, the day will come that I shall, when you perceive is other than my physique. When you have conceived that I am a soul, not just a PRETTY PAPER DOLL.

--Lynn Nhuk


Sunday, April 29, 2012

I Hate Love


Love makes you susceptible
It reveals you to the world.
It opens you up and targets your heart
You built up this barrier for years
So nothing can hurt you
Then one stupid day, One stupid person
No different from any other stupid person
Wanders in your stupid life.

Love takes captives
It eats you inside out
It leaves you crying in the darkness
It abandons you in the middle of oblivion
It voids your heart
yet thwarts you from the pleasure of being insensate.

Love hurts
Not just in mind
It soul-body pain
It's nauseating, unspeakable, stabbing,
Goes-straight-to-your-core agony,
that devours your all.

Love is stupid
It's a cupid thing that breaks into your life
Meddles with your plans
Pries into everything
Sweeps you off guard
And leaves you hanging in mid-air.

Love are the posies and butterflies
And you are little red riding hood
The discrepancy is, you are the one wolf eats
And there is no hunter to come to save you.
Actually, no one will save you.

Love spoil
It eradicates every piece of you.
The point is,
nothing should be able to do that
Especially not love...


I HATE LOVE.