A sleepless night

  Prose poetry The thorns on the rose How I love my greenhouse, the sight of it gives me so much bliss. Flowers everywhere, with some plants around, the scent like heaven, so hard to replace. But the one that stands out from them all  is the one and only rose, whom I cherish the most. The only light in my gloomy life....... but its beauty doesn't compare to its touch. No one can't go near it, no one should see it. For whoever goes nighing it, would suffer the consequences, of the deadly thorns on the rose.

Free verse poem The big bad wolf                      W alking.....walking                                  Walk-.......wait!!                                   Is that a girl hooded in red I see?                                             A child like her shouldn't wonder alone                                                     Deep within the forest, I lurk.... and I have chosen my prey                     Is it salty?.......no                           Sweet?...... I'm not sure                                     Delicious?.....definitely                                            The different flavors that enticed my tongue                                                             As I ripped and devoured the little girl's body

  Shakespearean sonnet THE PAINTING It looked majestic, different from usual Like a breath of fresh air, pulling me in It took my savings and a ritual. For just a painting, it felt like a sin   On the wall, it hung, in front of my bed A woman whose beauty I can’t forget. Seduced I was by the lady in red. Something so toxic, like a minor threat   The burning ember, doused by a cold fire. As the woman slithered out the painting Crawling towards me, with a face so ire I can feel myself slowly succumbing.   Was all that just a dream? It felt so real. But why can I see my body from here?

Haiku Snow Skin as white as snow Hair as black as ebony lips as red as rose Fate has decided A deep slumber she will have In hopes for a kiss

Diona Ang Paniki Ang paniki sa puno  sumisirit ang dugo nakalabas ang puso Tanaga Bistida Ako ay may bistida Ang kulay niya ay pula Galing sa aking mama Na namatay sa sala