The Muruku Murmurations

From the day you and I wrapped our arms around each other and hugged for the first time, something changed. W e both discovered a place of comfort and security, a places didn't want to leave and a place that we now call home. Three... two... one ... I close my eyes As my eye lashes slowly descend to touch the base of my eyelids to rest My head is absorbed by the cushion that is your chest. Inhaling the alluring scent that lingers on you Sinking and drifting, lost in your atmosphere, I settle my weight into your space I find solace in this sacred embrace. Capturing this very moment Immortalising the very sensation that my muscles experience The sense of security and comfort Every curve and bend of your body Hoping that not a drop of this memory is lost Letting my guard down at all cost. Accepting that this is where I belong Unable to imagine myself without your touch Living without this safety net Venturing without this

Valentine's Day had just passed and social media was flooded with all kinds of events, promos, pictures and appreciations . To me, every day should be celebrated between you and your partner or the people to share your life with . What is Valentine's to you? May it be more than just the material things. This is dedicated to those who can't or don't celebrate Valentine's. No. It's not about the flowers; Expensive gifts; fancy dinners, Or dates on tinder. It's about the life you live with one another, The sacrifices you made together, The future you wish To build for each other. It is holding her hand Picking him up Helping him stand Watching her smile Just for a while. It is everyday you give Every time you live Willing to be your best Even when you are a mess And finding rest At peace knowing... This is home. This is you and I. This is what it is. -Swit Marie 02:42H 16th February 2017 Bangsar HQ

For today's Challenge Tuesday, I took up the challenge of writing a Star Wars themed Valentine's Day poem. In a galaxy far, far away, Lived was a young lass By the name of Rey Who never had the best. She ventured and roamed The empty lands of Jakku In search for a home, With her Hellhound Two. You could say it was fate Or that the Force was strong with her That led her through Maz' s gate, To a place where many gather. Stumbled upon a saber That belonged to a sky walker Destined by her forefathers Or just stories of a day dreamer. She gazed at this unfolding saga, A growing union with the light With the support of Chewbacca, She learned to love and fight. -Swit Marie 1030am 14th February 2017 Stadium Arena

You came to meet me in dream land again and I loved every moment we had from start till end. Though it was brief, I felt we belonge d. Inspires after reading Jack Malik's Dreamland piece. Close your eyes and sleep away Away into your dreams and stay Stay within those clouds Clouds of dreams away from shadow shrouds. Walk with me Fingers clasped softly, Hand in hand Beside you I will stand. Along pavements of comfort, We stroll without effort Settling into every step we take Considering everything we have a stake. I reach for you a little more Carefully along the lines of your core You look at me and said, "Remember the promise you made?" I nod my chin lightly The corners of my lips lift slightly Take a peek at your face As my feet step in place. Hold my breath as I wait for your reply Unsure if your words will make me cry All you do is let out a sigh Left my thoughts to wonder why. My eyes now open wide Awake because it

This was an interesting one, I tried to use a stronger voice for this piece and have a realistic point of view to express the theme. Thank you Mama Lia for the life lessons and poetic practices. Theme: Do not look at me. Do not look at me... I am not a heroine Neither pure or evil Do not look at me I am not an example for the youth to look up to Do not look at me. I am not a trophy A has-been of yesteryear Purely rusted iron on the inside I am merely gold plated Never make me your aspiration I have lost my lustre and shine Do not look at me. Do not put generations in my hands to hold Do not make me lead or follow It will be catastrophic like the blind leading the blind Do not look at me. I am your pillar no longer, The foundations below me have gone to shambles I am breaking and disintegrating No support for you to lean on, I am not the roof over your head Do not look at me. Do not look at me. - Swit Marie 21:35