There was a myth

of her ethereal beauty

and how a sole touch of her 

is a curse that could kill

any one it contacts

While everyone's mesmerized

of her beauty

each of them chose not to

brush their finger

on her scarlet cheek

fearing that death will take

their lives because of her 

poisonous t o u c h.

Soon they realized

that just by staring 

they can also find

f u l f i l l m e n t - - -

so she was made

a living exhibit 

for everyone to see

but not touch

because they saw 

people died - who tried.

Everyone else faded

but never her

she is a goddess, they believed.

Then, people started

to worship her

praying, never touching

'cause miracles never happen

to anyone who touched her.

Roses wilted 

but never her beauty.

Until a stranger came to t o w n

it walked to her and touched her

knowing nothing about the myth

nor the curse.

Curious, they waited

for its downfall but the 

wanderer did not die

So she asked why it touched her

and it said,

"I am blind"

Everyone saw her smile 

for the f i r s t  t i m e

but saw her beauty end.

She lost her breath

and withered

like a dying rose.

B U T

the myth continues

in all museum and galleries

flaunting her beauty--

where every one

can look

but not touch.

~Joanna

23rd June 2016

12:06pm

I.

I want you to love me.

I'll sin for you,

fight your demons--

I'm willing to die for you.

II.

Please believe me.

You'll be powerful,

have more wisdom

better than your God.

III.

I'll do everything

no need to worry

I control everything

just take a bite.

IV.

Do not fret.

I never betrayed you

I only loved you

I'm just a woman.

-Eve

~Joanna

13th January 2010

07:27pm

"Ne me quitte pas"

he whispered faint prayers

on her crumpled ear

pleading, 

               "Don't leave me"

begging,

almost to bend knees,

                                  but NO--

he do not fear solitude

but how can one

write without a muse?

Perhaps she finally woke up

realizing,

              "I am more than an image

                he paints with words anymore"

So she leaped from the canvas,

the two-dimensional prison

he called universe

                            and YES--

she fears solitude

but how can one

live with no liberty?

Perhaps she will find out later

realize that,

                  "I am my own image

                  words will never be enough to paint me"

So before her retreat

she exclaimed to her auteur,

"Adieu!"

~Joanna

10th June 2016

01:02pm

~PROLOGUE~

August 2015

Edward Ahn,

The first time I saw you, my brother told me you're bad for me; straightaway-with no attempts of giving explanation. He loves doing deductions like a detective you know? The way Sherlock (Benedict Cumberbatch version) deduced that Dr. John Watson has an alcoholic brother just by looking at his mobile phone. Now that I think about it, I should have believed him that very moment. But we both knew he sucked at reading people so I chose the alternative instead... to fall in love with you.

From then on, no matter how my brother used to mock my love for you, I preferred to love you anyway.

-

"Please try to write something readable would you?" The handsome scumbag said as he struggled to peek at the tissue paper where I scribbled words about him.

"I'm writing you a letter."

E-Ahn started tapping his index finger on the table, probably thinking if I am fooling his magnificent brain or not. He always does that... tapping his index finger when thinking.

"Right; you're writing me a letter while I am seated here in front of you, talking nonchalantly."

With that tone of voice, I knew he was being sarcastic, not buying what I just told him.

"It's true."

"Then let me read it." He said challenging me to show him the tissue paper. I gave it to him to prove that the piece of paper was intended for him.

-

Do you remember how he always joked about how I failed all my Math subjects but I could get a PhD in AHNalogy? Yes, he still jokes about that occasionally, during nostalgic times. But I think people who knew both of us have already out-grown my so-called 'obsession' to you. I hope I'm also capable of doing that.

-

"Ah! Forget it. I won't understand your hand writing anyway."

This guy is a big fat liar. I knew he could understand my handwriting very well; he's just pretending to escape an awkward situation. E-Ahn used the tissue paper to wipe his forehead so he could get rid of the evidence of my 76th confession. He got rid of it effortlessly; same way with how he gets rid off my feelings.

"I can recite it for you if you want. The words were still etched in my heart." I said mockingly, trying hard not to laugh.

"Never mind... Ahnalogy huh? How could I forget that? That's the first and last funny joke of your brother." Edward Ahn laughed his heart out

See? Even E-Ahn finds that joke funny; everyone except me. How can I make fun of my own feelings for him for seven years?

"I don't know why I still like you E-ahn", the words came out of my mouth without filter. My blabbermouth self never fails to bring out the shameful part of me.

"I don't know why you do either", he confessed.

-

Me, telling you that I am very much in love with every bit of you was a usual part of our conversation, like how other people say hi and hello to strangers.

Yet you always say that I'm just in love with the idea of love, but you were wrong Edward Ahn.

The idea of love with somebody else is not worth falling for.

You are my idea of love.

-oOo-

How many wars

                          were ceased

because of filtered words--

through euphemism,

                                 flattery, deceits?

How many feelings

                               were concealed

because of words left unspoken--

wielding dead air

                           and awkward silences?

How many lives

                         were lost

because of unuttered words--

harbouring kindness,

                                 as if a sign of frailty?

How can words

                         heal or break

with the right 

                      or wrong intent?

How fragile is a soul

                                that a single word

can change its 

                      whole world?

~Joanna

10th June 2016

08:55am