As I click

and capture

The shutter trick,

in a rhythmic overture

As the light flick

in a perfect rapture


Pale and nameless

In a corner of a void and empty darkness


Sat a young girl, pale and nameless

Her eyes, dull and withered

Her lips, tight and parched


Surrounded by deep surreal madness

She screamed and wept so slow

So silent, so low


Dull tears fell, yet mute and senseless

Inaudible to the void

That catered her messed up world


She lay dead, motionless

Unable to move, unable to bargain

In pain and utterly broken


10 Things I hate about you

I hate the way you talk to me, the way you cut your hair
I hate the way you drive my car, I hate it when you stare
I hate you big damn combat boots, and the way you read my mind
I hate you so much it makes me sick, it even makes me rhyme
I hate it; I hate it when you’re always right
I hate when you lie
I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry
I hate when you’re not around and the fact you didn’t call
But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you
Not even close, not even a little bit
Not even at all.

Katarina’s version of Sonnet 141

10 Things I Hate About You (1999)

Save the boy

The first time

I lay my eyes on him

I already know

there’s somewhat a scheme


Drawn on his face

On his eyes

that hold certain mysteries,

certain lies


Drawn on his lips

that pursed silent,

tight and cold

For every memory,

every pain he dearly holds


I wanted to ask

To know

to understand his past

To know something

behind that silent shadow he casts


From being intrigued,


I was now drawn,


I wanted

to know more

I wanted him to know


I am just here

to offer my hand


To help him understand

I am just here

silently waiting

For him to spread even one wing


But while busy asking

For him to leap up and soar

To overcome that written agony

in an instant blur

To learn to swim,

out of that despair

towards that vivid melancholy


I didn’t know

I was slowly killing him

Choking him,

making him immobile in a whim


I didn’t realize

What I offered,

is nothing but damnation

Instead of salvation,

I was leading him

to his own destruction


So I just patiently wait

For him to re-write his fate

In a cold hard ground,

I wait

Keeping my hopes

that it is not too late


So I just silently pray

Looking at the lost boy lying

Looking at his past

that cruely holds him

The present,

that refuses him to dream


In front of me is a boy,

left and pulverized by time


and eventually defeated by the same chime


Of a young love so poisonous,

so vain

so vague out of the blue

So much that he can no longer recognize

the boy he was made into

Face Reader

I swoon the moment I saw both of your deep hazel brown eye

Those curves of that imperfect lips that was so red like dye

Could it be an audacity

To tell you how that features was in scarcity?

An epitome of perfection

Those eye brows and cheeks that gave much of an exemption

And with slight bow and quirk hint of expression

That never-ending features was always enough to cause a certain commotion


I always ponder what lies behind those thick trees

Those tall, dark and green shrubs and that kind of breeze

Emitting a sense of eeriness

Yet there’s always that pang of betrayal, loneliness

That whatever lies behind those thick shrubs would knew

That behind does haunting atmosphere no one could brew

Something in the dark kept on telling me

That there’s more than the haunting and eerie atmosphere a forest could be

A sense of protection and sanctuary no one could ponder

A place that could be no other

And that’s my little forest above other.