An apple.
Just an apple.
Just one try, just one taste.
I breath in.

An apple.
It’s just an apple.
No one will notice.
I breath out.

The world is asleep, breathing.
The only sound I hear is my own air escaping.
The apple, the lone apple.
That’s all I can see.

Just one apple?

I know the truth.
It’s not just an apple.
It’s not just one taste.
It’s not just one bite, it’s a fall from all grace.

It’s more than just one apple.
It’s the first red apple.
And many more will come, if I only just begun.
I cradle it in my hands.

Now all I see is red.

-113 words. May 2018.



The roses had withered, their petals all scattered.
The scent had now faded, and their memory waned.
The winter covered their shallow graves;
left me with naught but a bland cold refrain.

But spring came,
and returned me my joy.
But spring came,
And thus sprung forth new blooms.

But spring came,
and spring came.

-55 words. April 2018.


How do you solve an impossible puzzle
like tens and trillions of others have done?
The solution is simple, according to them
Yet the path forward is foreign and blank

“It’s an impossible puzzle!” You cry, much in pain
But the voices don’t listen, they never had ears
You can’t change nature, though change is nature
And the story continues after curtains fall

So how do you solve an impossible puzzle
when the only way out is admit your defeat?
(and even then you can’t claim “the puzzle is solved!”
for you never did solve, you just push it away)

The only real way to solve an impossible puzzle
is to keep trying and trying until you find out,
or to keep failing and failing until you die out.
(But remember, if you do, you still won’t be done –
You never solved the puzzle, you still won’t have won)

It’s an impossible puzzle
But only for you
For the solution is something
You could never achieve.

– 166 words. January 2018.


When I was younger, I played a game.
The rule was simple – solve a puzzle and cut
So I did.

The puzzles were easy –
Rotate a piece, change a perspective
Alternate the boxes, shimmy to the left
Cut away the excess, cut away the inconsequential
Snip, snip, snip
Every incision was precise, leaving only the unfinished.

The game was too simple, I soon became bored.
There was nothing left to cut away, nothing left to change.
I had solved every single puzzle and cut off the losses
All, except one – a simple, the simplest puzzle
For there was no solution.
None, except to lose and admit defeat.

I could not.
So I severed the only other thing I knew to end.

-123 words. December 2017.

DDLC Fan Poem – Natsuki

Natsuki – Jump

Sometimes,I dream that I’m a pony.
As a pony, I like jumping.
So I jump.
I like jumping.

In front of me is a hole.
It isn’t deep, nor is it wide.
So I jump.
That’s easier anyway.

Up ahead is a pile of thin books.
Though there were many, it mattered to no one.
So I jump.
It wasn’t worth fighting against.

After the books came a thorny bush.
Roses grew all over the bush.
So I jump.
I don’t want to be cut on the thorns.

I never know if there’s ground to run on
Or if there’s a trap waiting for me.
I don’t know until I jump.
So I jump.
It’s better than turning around and revealing my fears.

-123 words. January 2018.

Happy New Year!

DDLC : Monika Fan Poem

I’m inspired by Doki Doki Literature Club. It’s cool, it’s awesome, and if you don’t know about it yet, this spoiler tag is here to save you. Go watch a playthrough, or play it yourself, before coming back here. I’m not responsible for any ruined fun and enjoyment. I’m not kidding around with the tags though, Doki Doki Literature Club is not for those who are easily disturbed or may be triggered by some of the events in the game. Go at your own discretion, and ask someone else if you need. Psychologically speaking, I don’t have any problems, and even I felt a little iffy towards it, so please do take care of yourself. Click on the read-more only when you’re ready.

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What right do I have to drown
when others are in deeper waters?
What chance do I have to soar
when others deserve higher skies?
A call for help gone stale, ignored
Ensnared in a cage my own design

Lifeless matryoshka of wood and ice
Melting, rusting, rotting, breaking
A chance at hope now torn to shreds
Not good, not bad
Not high, not low
Not one will but glance at the now fallen snow

Haunted by a past
Played by a future
Trapped in a now so distant and so cold
It sleeps in a wait of a saviour again,
But nobody came.

Matryoshka, keeper, hummingbird, song.

-108 words. September 2017.