The Muruku Murmurations

Aside from the light house, I have always related to the light of a candle as myself. 2018 was about defining who I am as a person beyond my function and functionality, rebuilding and finding my light again. I will always be the candle lit in the darkest of days and will have that light in my life no matter how difficult the circumstances. I am also thankful for the lighthouses that are present in my life. I am a candle In the lighthouse That small glimmer of faith A light in the light house never goes off But if it does There I will be There I will stay There I will last Till the darkness comes to pass Till the light of day comes to dusk Till the we have the strength to muster up courage to live another day Standing steadfast and tall For others to see For others to seek out For others to seek refuge and hope during the storm that rages at them and challenges their survival There will be hat one things that will never fail. - Swit Marie 0300H 10th December 2018 Book

This year has been very dark for the most of it but not without comfort or some form of light. As 2018 comes to a close, I realised that because we went through so much in 2017, that gave us the resilience to get through 2018 and we are indeed stronger now because of the tribulation that has transpired. Being accustomed to the darkness required us to be spend extensive amounts of time being in its presence Knowing the ins and outs of our surroundings in the absence of light Finding solace and comfort in knowing the breath of our existence is not threatened by the surroundings we are uncertain of Steadying our hearts when our ears hear sounds that stir up the deepest innate fears that swim around in the lakes of our subconscious Subduing our imaginations from running amok when our eyes can't see with clarity Ignoring the enhanced creeping sensations that scurry across your skin that make your hairs stand on end Visiting this place isn't the same as living in this constant un

It was our 56th official show throughout the course of 3 and a half years. Each person in the Walls team had a chance to speak for one last time during this humble and captivating open mic hosted by The Gaslight Cafe KL. I tried to write a poem and thank all the people that have stepped in and out of my life because of the time we spent together within these walls. With the closure of Gaslight and the ending of Walls, I hope more people will step up and take the mantle in fanning the flame for the community. I am not very good at saying goodbyes This is not the time that I will try These walls have heard our voice People have laid, jumped, crawled and stood here with poise This is the place where bystanders become poetry writers And first timers become organisers This is a labour of love for the people within these walls For all of you sitting down and standing tall I hope that you have experienced love, empathy and comfort With every word that was spoken and all of our effort. Its tim

As of recent I have been exploring flow and different methods of relaxation. I wrote this piece having flow in my mind and letting the words that come go straight to the paper, somewhat like free writing but keeping it to the theme of a river. Rivers fall in the sights of man Never stopping to wait for children Bearing tide before the ride of the way Swerving mellow past the contours of age old beliefs Ringing convulsively in gurgling Frantic in desires and mourning Leaving more grievances Along the crevasses Mere distance cannot hold back what calls the soul to existence The flow is inevitable River fall into the arms of the mother's embrace Welcomed to join the earthly ways To be more vast and out reached Assimilated to the big picture To be salt with ones salt Assuming to the current that flow To be reversed to the sea. - Swit Marie 1130H 9th December 2018 Books and Beds

This piece is a remix of a poem that my friend wrote. I was showing him an example of how people can edit and create poems from existing poems and the possibilities of the different style to collaborate. I maintained rhyming as in the poem to relate it back to the original as much as I could. It definitely turned out to have a very different outcome and emotion to it as we both have different takes of when we read the original piece. The original piece was written by Nicholas. At day break Right where the sun beams wake By the lake where palms cup the first breaths of my vitality This is the beginning of legacy. The skies change its tone as swallows sweep as kites soar Dancing with winds blown as rain pours as I weep over the things I have outgrown. As my youth slipped through the cracks Like an hourglass tipping over The grains of sand lose track within its own gradients covered in the multitudes of a thousand folds Quicker as the angle grows steeper. Falling with gravity is inevita

I wrote this spoken word piece for the October Walls show as a part of Mental Health Awareness month. Hoping that this will help those going through a hard time find comfort and peace in the midst of their struggles. Stop, drop and roll is the step you need to put out the flames when you catch fire. Stop drop and roll the dice of stolen time These dots of missing odds Doubled by the unpredictable chance When falling is a must but landing on the right numbers is always a gamble The is no right answer for the mind tricks we play on a dime. The consequence is more than we can handle. Stop, drop and roll Down this hill recklessly When you have lost control Tumbling down rapidly Down a cascade Chaffed by barricades Scratched by sticks Scabbed by stone Caught by your own broken bones. Stop, drop and roll Out the list of things you found Uneasy about your soul The things that bind the soles of your feet keeping them from being planted on the ground. Stop, drop and roll into the mud pit of u

Lighthouses have always had a strong meaning in my life especially when it comes to hope and support. It was the first thing I saw as an image when I had an encounter with God in 2005 and since then, any time I needed to find light, it would always be in a form of a light house. This is written for my close friends who have been there for me especially during my times of brokenness this year. High - Lighthouse Family You are a lighthouse, Standing steadfast and tall Not because you are above all But a beacon of hope above the walls. Your light is always shining Seen from yards away A call resounding Unwavered by the waves that sway. Guiding our way back to shore You are always there Through the harsh and fair You light up my life with care. - Swit Marie 2052H 15th October 2018 TTDI

After writing a multi, Kudos got me to write 16 bars using Pete Rock's Smooth Sailing beat. We were talking about how we are really grumpy people when we are sick and I tried writing about it. It's okay to be a sick grumpy boy It's a frumpy ploy in a way It's a new day for you to be coy Drinking latte soy from an empty tray Don't be gray like Ruski Tolstoy Be a legendary Geroi (hero) this very day All you wanna say with happy joy Is that you're a free boy and you're a okay Go away with the hay fever can't stay coz it's not the month of May Go out and play, tossing frisbee ahoy Not pirated toys for Saturday In bed you stay feeding hungry Koi Sickboi ready to annoy Instagram today But it's okay to be sick grumpy boy Because I enjoy to love you anyway. - Swit Marie 6th October 2018 TTDI

Intimacy can be in different ways, aside from the physical sense, there is the space for emotional vulnerability and the chance to share the same wavelength and experiences. I was exploring how I would express my desire for intimacy with a person, trying to expand the way I could describe the feeling in that moment when that was all that I wanted. I want a moment Of intimacy Of honesty And transparency Being there as I am No facades No masks No antics No curtains to hide behind My heart beating Frantically Nervously With uncertainty Is it enough to just be? No linen between us Your skin feels like congee garnished with shredded scallops My curves fit in your lines I carefully allow myself to sink in Letting your freckles kiss my moles You place my palm on your sternum Helping my breath rise with yours Slowly exhaling and being present Your warmth welcomes me To stay and be. - Swit Marie 1033H 20th September 2018 Safe Space

At the end of September, I was really having a very difficult time with myself, I felt very overwhelmed by the things I had lines up in next two months and also questioning where I am in term of progress as I was crossing the 30 year mark. In the midst of all of that, I have found myself in people, people who have become very dear and near to me and it is because of them, I choose to continue living and getting better at life. If one day I would wake up To discover that the world has come to an end I will search high and low Just to make sure you are still standing there Just to make sure you are still breathing Just to make sure you still exist in this world In this still fraction of my current reality You mean the world to me. - Swit Marie 1618H 23rd August 2018 TTDI

There was a discussion among my group of friends about the reasons why victims do not speak up when it is necessary. There are many who do not empathise who blame them for keeping silent and said that because of their silence, they do not deserve justice. This irks me a fair bit as I have been there before on multiple occasions where speaking up or speaking out is not a viable option. Silence is the absence of noise The absence of speech The absence of opinions Silence is the coldness of no reaction The troubles of the quiet The stillness of timidity The mime of tension Silence is the chastisement of lamentations The withhold of murmurs The swallowed screams of victims The unheard sounds of death Silence is the prison of secrets. - Swit Marie 1220H 26th August 2018 Taman Bahagia

I was challenge by my buddy Kudos to write a multi which is a rhyme scheme where you rhyme multiple syllables repeatedly in the bars. I tried my best but there is definitely no flow for it right now. I will pick this back up again in future and try to make it rap-able. Hi there Mr. Nice Guy I heard your dream is to get televised and diversify Revise how you classify what you feel inside with diligence Every effort you apply suffice and disqualify all the doubts that occupy your confidence You spend your days wrapping your head around raps with intelligence Keep trying with endurance till it becomes a concise paradise to edify and glorify Masterpieces that testify qualifies you access to be a certified legendary alumni. A little story about you and I I spy on you like an agent of the FBI My My My My minds full of landmine Is my current favourite lullaby on Spotify Enticing vape flavours from your device splice through my alveoli When you beat me at pool I yell out Sohai And your reply

I wrote this during the time when I was having trouble just being without my functions and emotions defining me. My best buddy gave me a neutral space to just be without any expectations or requirements. That helps with finding acceptance and working through the motions of decompressing after each therapy session. Being with you Is just being Saying Meaning Without trying Just being. There is no electricity Just desire in the purest form A sheer transparency of our character On an endeavour To discover The life that is out there. - Swit Marie 0225H 5th July 2018 Taman Bahagia

Since I met you, life has become a lot more interesting and I feel like I am living again. There are days when I spend the whole day in your presence and it gives me comfort like food especially when you say you got my back. Malaysian only have one meal a day, we wake up and don't stop eating till we go to sleep. I get nervous around you, You are the layers of butter that flies through my stomach that makes me melt inside Your voice seeps into the pores of my being like maple syrup soaked up by fluffy cinnamon pancakes covered in heaps of frothy clotted cream surrounded by fresh assorted berries that are as colourful and vibrant as your company The perfect breakfast companion served with a steaming hot flat white with honey. Your bars hold the spicy sambal hostage while the beats heat up the laksa Mid day is when we get our fix A drug that makes our ears sweat and hearts race Pushing through till we overcome the fiery hill followed by the massive high of a food

Thoughts about my past break ups have been flooding my head recently, I needed to write to find some form of release and wanted to go back to my roots of rhyming. I would say that I have no regrets but there are days when your gut is filled by distasteful memories that needs to be regurgitated. It is now AM 12:34 There you are standing at the door Walking away because you could take no more This is the last of me that you will endure Here I am once again Unable to pick myself up from the floor Questioning what I have left in my core Unsure of what the future has in store In a dilemma of why I did all this for. Maybe I should put that down payment on that flight that I saw Flee to another continent and go on tour There is so much out there I have yet to explore or just run across the Causeway to Singapore Experience a new sunrise on a new shore. I know I am not the person you knew from before I used to be calm and collected Doing everything by the law No dir

For July's Spill The Ink Workshop , Melizarani gave us pointers on what makes a good slam poem. One of the assignments was to pick an item in your bag, write 10 lines to introduce yourself based on the item. Rearrange the sentences in priority and decide the tone of the poem. The item I chose to write about was a bar of Cadbury chocolate. Sharing unearths our favourite memories of sweetness and comfort Our inner childhood desire for pure innocence and pleasure; Pleasant and demure. Breaking through the royal purple sheets The disguises and masks we put on every day Looking at the cracks and creases patched up by gold Irresistible from its centre through and through A symbol of richness for the poor. - Swit Marie 0328H  24th July 2018 Taman Bahagia

Going back to rhyming is really challenging and fun. I was given a prompt to write about my creepy stalker tendencies. Any similarities and familiarity is purely coincidental and may or may not be based on a true story. It started with attraction Someone caught the attention of Creeper McCreeperson Each hour of the day turned into obsession An uncontrollable compulsion To gain information To track every mention To know what was fiction To feed his addiction Create an illusion as a quick diversion Instead of a conclusion. Weirdest LeStrange Watching everything Every step he is walking Every conversation he is talking Recording all his mocking and the clicks of when his jaw is locking Counted every pill that he is popping All the rapping when dope beats are dropping All of his phone lines she has done tapping Every time he has laughed clapping. Come one day he watched her She was manic looking for a cure He still found her with much allure She was

I wrote this on a whim after spending some time with a new buddy of mine and challenged myself to incorporate some Australian slangs that I have picked up from Kudos . #giveKudos In a puff of smoke Your face appears In between layers of grape and mint Sitting upright Under a bright shining moon It will be 1am soon. The breeze blows against your skin Stirring up the most curious scent A sense of belonging A sense of yearning. The most fluorescent blue eyes Weaved with emeralds Pierce through the space in between molecules A gaze that meets mine Right down the middle. Your words paved in print Tunes meddle with beats There is where your art comes alive It's hectic! You preach. We're not here to f*ck spiders! You teach. Scaarn on! You reach. Your microexpression Of utmost chill mixed with complete confidence Owning it Your compliments Should compliment you. Poker face turns to light Joy behind three cards Playing sh*

A poem written using the imagination to sketch out how you would look like in the near future. If only these words could sketch out how you look like to me since my own artistic skills fail me. Bon Anniversaire Sylvain  Pelé A sketch of mid summer night's dream Slender curves that penciled a silhouette Shading it in the subtle dim light Warmth nestled in the soft grandiant shadows Faint feathery highlights peeked where the illuminated glow touched skin. Lean extensions of reality Stretching across broadly From finger tip to finger tips Lines drawn from the nape down the spine A smooth descend Like trickling droplets of dew Flowing down an ascending vine. Intensity accompanies every flexion of the imagination Indentations like coves carefully carved by the sea Some greater than others Some hidden away by mangroves Amphitrite rests on her throne Satisfied, she admires her creation. - Swit Marie 0413H 9th March 2018 Bahagia HQ

I have recently been trying to pick up French and learning by picking up phrases to use in my poems. I am amazed by the depth of expression the French language has. Some people say I have an infectious smile, maybe it has the capability to catch fire, maybe. Tu me fais rire My smile releases as easy as fire that starts in the depths of the forest. Swirling and twirling Like butterflies dancing like starlings in the bright blue sky. Free With out judgement. Sweet Without malice. Nectar leaks with the morning dew. It stays In the gleam of my eyes Brightening your day Hoping that you will stay. - Swit Marie 0403H 23rd June 2018 Taman Bahagia

I wrote this when I had so much emotions pent up because I was so overwhelmed by Tash Sultana   performance on Tiny Desk by NPR. She is so raw and full of expression, I was left in a ball of messed up emotion I could not untangle. She left there crying by the interstate Slow jams and psy-trance playing It's calling her. Calling her to internal stories yet to be told It never grows old She is crying tears of summer days and wasted spaces Of memories that can't be erased It's permanent like a scarred tattoo It heals empty. She's been crying her lungs out Taking shelter under piers Away from light She's been gasping for air like a sick new born who doesn't even know what breathing feels like. She's been scrapping words from the ceiling of her mouth Hard and sharp They don't calm her down She can't comprehend her thoughts She been running down her shadows Gunning down her stilettos Screaming out her demons Playing t

It wasn't by chance that we met. I am grateful for meeting such a wonderful person. Since meeting him, we have shared very unique and exciting memories. It's a wonderful start to a beautiful friendship! The day was heated like a barbeque pit Waiting to grill assorted meats I remember walking down that street Slightly nervous, distracted and scatter brained Rushing for a dinner we would all be at I was thrown off when I bumped into people midway I arrived at the bustling rattling lot pacing outside closed shutters Look all around because my eyes couldn't focus My pale face was sweating worries and uncertainty I saw you standing there, waiting Your alluring blue eyes wondering I didn't know if I should smile It's been a while since I spoke to random strangers on the sidewalk I was unsure if I should greet you I decided not to be a creep You had no qualm Laid back and collected I didn't realise who you were Soon a familiar face came up to yo

This piece was written from a place when home was not a safe place. It was during a time when I was at the peak of one of my relapses and the only thing I could do to protect myself was to leave home. Home doesn't feel like home It doesn't feel like my own Conflict with no resolve With harsh and angry tones Shaking fear straight to the bone No space, room or place To grow up in grace. It never felt safe Even though we did behave Constantly in tension Involving the wrong kind Of attention Towards every action And opinion Living under his dominion And regulations. It wasn't safe for the mind Paranoia lurks from behind In every corner You will find Skeletons and monsters Having night terrors About every error No dreams of something better. Everything had to be a certain way From the start of the day To everything hat we say Not too loud or too bright I always had to be plain Being myself never felt right I kept my lips shut tight.

This piece was originally written in Malay, then translated to English, French and Russian . It is about a beautiful person and connection I encountered on last year. I had massive amounts of help from good friends of mine, Sylvain, Adelie and Eve. This piece was performed at If Walls Could Talk 's 3rd Anniversary . I miss you thousands of times Listening to your soothing voice whispering in my ear from afar Reminiscing by the seaside Longing for you. Melihat mukamu berkelip di antara bintang-bintang di langit malam sunyi Hatimu berdebar seperti gelombang laut membasah pasir pantai. Сладкие мимолетные воспоминания Твоё лицо нарисовано на моей ладони питает медленно в мою улыбку. La lampe de mon inspiration gardée dans les plis de ma robe avec nos secrets du passé. Tu me manques des millier de fois J’ecoute ton apaisante voix murmurer de si loin au creux de mon oreille Réminisçant au bord de la mer Languissant pour toi. I gaze at your face flic

I wrote this after I found out my ex got married to the girl he was with when he cheated. She contacted me multiple times and I did not want to have anything to do with them. I dodge a bullet and she is his now. This is me letting go of everything that had happened from the start till the end. I was tied up with you My heart wrapped tightly like a ball of yarn Overwhelmed Suffocated Blinded to see that I was your prisoner. You strung me along let your ends loose Then left me behind Stale and lifeless. I was frayed; devastated, I spent twice as long Trying to weave together what was broken Back tracking to where my strings started Not knowing how to the get the ball rolling So afraid of getting twisted. I watched you play on another's heart strings Letting her tug at you Like flying a kite I had knots in my stomach. When you tied the knot My heart struck a cord I am not hung up on you Not any more My life isn't a tightrope like b

A piece about a dream I had about a year ago, still fresh in my memory. Times passes quite quickly, who knows, we may meet again really soon. My head sinks into the curves of your shoulder girdle Your arms blanket my torso My palm resting on your heart Your chest raises into mine Our hearts alternating beats Every pulse quakes my wrist. You beard rustle over my forehead Fingers running through my fridge My lashes brushes against your chest Fingertips lightly grazing my lips Your breath whispers rhythmically into my ears My eyes fall asleep in your assurance eyes closed in your gaze Your cologne lingers in my hair Your scent calms my lungs like Cedarwood on an autumn night. - Swit Marie 0904H 29th April 2018 Taman Bahagia

One of my favourite things to do back in Russia was to walk down the streets in the middle of the night, especially during autumn and early winter when it just starts to snow. This piece is about revisiting old memories with new people in mind. Walking on the streets Dead of night Snowflakes falling right where our eyes meet. Our focus on one tiny gem Everything else is an oversight You and I take our time Follow through with our line of sight. Watching, this little one take flight It drifts and so do we Till our eyes see hazel, burgundy with a hint of caramel. Reflection of street lights Dimly flickering Till the next snowflake Steals our gaze we are still wide awake Walking into our foresight. - Swit Marie 0453H 3rd May 2018 Taman Bahagia

To my light of inspiration, my firefly that shows up every now and then to give me a glimmer of hope and creativity. When our eyes meet They do not wander elsewhere Your pupils dilate; Just wide enough to permit one Your irides welcomes me Beyond your retinae Into your memories We are the only two in the room Dimly lit Enough light to see your treasure Clasped in our hands Flickering like perched fireflies. - Swit Marie 0658H 19th May 2018 Taman Bahagia

A short piece in celebration of freedom and acknowledging its price "Liberty!" "Liberty!" she cried Rivers she swam Valleys she crawled Nothing hurt as badly As the day she said goodbye. The price of freedom Was the pain she felt Growing pains Of going against the grain Growing Pains. - Swit Marie 0327H 17th May 2018 Taman Bahagia

One of those days where I remembered what love felt like and when I was lucky enough to hold it in my hands. Unconditional and unique to that one moment shared by two people. Love is knowing when your heart falls catched by cupped palms when you heart sits comfortably in fingers that will not harm Love is knowing. - Swit Marie 0606H 19th May 2018 Taman Bahagia

A prompt given by Makhluk Seni . What are you grateful for ? Take my time Hear my heart beat And breathe slowly Notice my tension released Knowing I have found peace You are my security Offering advice on repeat Unwavering and sublime. - Swit Marie 0533H 17th April 2018 Taman Bahagia

This prompt was taken from Makhluk Seni for #NaPoWrimo2018 Day 9 Like Falling into the sky. If I was an astronaut drifting in space I have lost my tether line My saving grace Left cold with no gravity No way to save me in this case. I would let the stars envelope me like a blanket Savour their warmth and light Sleep on meteorites and hold on for dear life Hope that this lucky chunk would bring me back to Earth. The atmosphere would burn strip my pride away The clouds would pass Sweep away the decay Leave me with just skin and bone For all to see in the bright of day. My fingers reach out toward the comets I remember the times when I was wild A light breeze lifts my arms I soar and indulge for a while I land, my toes grasp the grass The security makes me smile. Deep down I know this is home Land is where I belong It took falling from the sky to make me realise all this time I was wrong All this time, you stayed You were right all a

MALAYSIA - The Pantun Prompt - #PantunPrompt by Afi Noor The pantun is a form of poetry that thrives in communities across Malaysia, Indonesia, Brunei, Singapore and even Burma and Sri Lanka Write a pantun of 8 lines, with the rhyme scheme abab/abab or abac/abac. You can find out more details about the form at the following link: http://formsofsea.blogspot.sg/2017/04/pantun.html #MillennialBonus : Omit all punctuation. Write like the millennials do. #SlangBonus : Include 2-3 local slang words. # SEAPoWriMo2018 #SEAPoWriMo2018Day3 #PantunPrompt Erghmagosh these memes be like Salty af I cant even Try my luck not to suck But that's like so yesterday, irrelevant. Lepak hard coz feeling fomo Bts with my bae Only proof is with swafotos On instagram story all day every day. - Swit Marie 0349H 26th April 2018 Taman Bahagia

#NaPoWriMo2018 #Day29 prompt by Poetry Cafe KL #NaPoWriMo #nonet Write a trilingual nonet using all of the following words (in any language)- molecule, mouse deer, man eater, masculinity, mother, manja, merepek. Merepek dengan Kemarahan (Running your mouth with Anger) вызывают изменение ( Vehzehvayut izmeneniye - Causes change) молекулярное (Molekulyarnoye - Molecular) Mousedeers become Man eaters Masculinity Misused against Affection Mercy Мать. (Mat - mother) - Swit Marie 0144H 30th April 2018 Taman Bahagia

#NaPoWriMo2018  #Day28 prompt by Poetry Cafe KL #NaPoWriMo #epitaph #death Write an epitaph in memory of the death of all or any of the following - yourself, the world, a dream, an idea, a person, an everyday object, anything that you loved but has now been laid to rest #RIP Today the sun sets over unfinished journals and unwritten scripts of stories that would only be known to those who were in the battle, tucked away in the folds of disappointment, layers of regret and ashes of defeat. The light dims over many obstacles, broken bones and broken spirits of the voices that faught its way through the caves and valleys only to be silenced by time, space, reality, power, mind and soul. - Swit Marie 1819H 30th April 2018 Taman Bahagia

#NaPoWriMo2018  #Day27  prompt by Poetry Cafe KL #NaPoWriMo #50wordsfor There are 50 words to describe snow. What else can you describe in 50 ways? 50. Toes that have smelled the ground 49. Soles that have tried many roads 48. Heels always ready to spring into stride 47. Feet that know where to go 46. Ankles like scaffolding 45. Calves that ploughed a true journey 44. Knees that have knelt before God 43. Quads that have conquered marathons 42. Hamstrings stretched to reach greater heights 41. Gluts that curve bodaciously 40. Hips that have danced till sunrise 39. Core as strong as pillars 38. Stomach that ventures for the exotic 37. Guts that challenge the mediocre 36. Chest as wide as the horizons 35. Heart that beats with warrior drums 34. Lungs that have tasted nicotine 33. Diaphragm that breathes deeply 32. Sternum that is humble 31. Clavicles that are welcoming 30. Shoulders that bear the weight of the nation 29. Arms that embrace fully 28. Triceps t

#NaPoWriMO2018  #Day26 prompt by Poetry Cafe KL #NaPoWriMo #jazz #music Find a quiet place and crank up the record player to listen to a seminal piece of jazz. Write a poem in response to it. I loved dancing with you Through our days and nights Every beat felt right In the moment Being us, being true. Pulsing through the rhythm Let it rise and sink Till the brink In the space of the count Living in the anthem. In the breath of the step Filling up the connection Building the tension Rolling into each stretch Feeling each prep. Speaking in your sway Through each move Every part of isolation You had your individual groove With the music we played. You have made my heart full Overflowing with joy Feeling every push and pull Streamlined every pattern You made this dance beautiful. - Swit Marie 0517H 29th April 2018 Taman Bahagia

#NaPoWriMo2018  #Day25 prompt by Poetry Cafe KL #NaPoWriMo #tanka Write a tanka using at least two of the following words - bicycle, journey, photograph, gunpowder, pillow, insomnia. Our photograph Taken by flash gunpowder On our journey Your sweet scent on my pillow Cure for my insomnia. - Swit Marie 0449H 26th April 2018 Taman Bahagia

#NaPoWriMo2018  #Day24  prompt from Poetry Cafe KL #NaPoWriMo #myths #legends This is my personal favourite. Re-write a popular myth from another point of view. Give voice to the voiceless. Let the marginalised tell their own story so they don't simply become a vehicle for someone else's heroism . Undeniably Undines Have fascinated us humans for centuries While they had our freedom We had a soul Willingly they paid a hefty price Shorten their lives Bless us with divinity An unfair trade for immortality. The human soul was all they longed for To share, to hold, to love At sea, the only love they could call for Were wondering seamen In their desperation They called as sweetly as they could Resorting to enchantment All they wanted was affection. Nereides would offer themselves Hoping the lost would belong Hoping for love to be found changing the tides With their song Drunken; they had nothing to hide The seamen would confide Mermaidens gave

#NaPoWriMo2018  #Day23 prompt by Poetry Cafe KL #NaPoWriMo #worldbookday Today is World Book Day! What is one of your favourite books? Write a poem in response to either the themes, characters, style or plot of the book or even a response to the book cover. The Baudelaires had many Bad Beginnings long before that unfortunate day at the barren beach till the admission into The Austere Academy. They were captured and at risk, clawing their way out of the Carnivorous Carnival, digging down and dirty through the Grim Grotto and fighting fearlessly free through the Ersatz Elevator only to find themselves once again in the hands of the obnoxious Count Olaf in the Hostile Hospital. Misery loved company and those none the wiser mulled themselves into the Miserable Milk hoping to find a meal but end up in painful Penultimate Peril. Their one place of refuge was in the Reptile Room, a sane asylum that kept them secure for a while before slandering the Slippery Slopes into the unforgivi

#NaPoWriMO2018  #Day2 2 prompt by Poetry Cafe KL #NaPoWriMo #earthday #motherearth #gaia Melancholic metronome Pulsing in my chest Lyrical memories Fall like heavy raindrops From the songs of the skies Fall into puddles of rondes Rebounds from the surface with every breath. Take the strings of my heart Play them with a bow Stroke them like a violin Feel the vibrations through every cord Pulling from the depths Stretching every note Inhale and breathe out Till the brink of mountain sides. - Swit Marie 0840H 24th April 2018 Jurong

#NaPoWriMo2018  #Day21 prompt by Poetry Cafe KL #NaPoWriMo #objects Choose two or three ordinary everyday objects; a blender, a bicycle pump, a biscuit tin, a side table, a lamp. Find the relationship between them and write about the conversation these objects might have or a story they’d all find themselves in. #Day30 #NaPoWriMo #lastone Last day, last chance, last drink, last dance, last goodbye, last legs, last kiss, last supper, last night, last place, last poem, last cigarette, for the last time, last but not least... Last night their lullaby was about a moment shared between two souls trapped in different times One was growing older, withering like a flower at the end of the day while the other stayed immortal Like the vase that held the flower. They briefly shared each others company, Her body wrapped in his security Him admiring her stunning beauty They complimented each other Like the stars in the night sky Or fields of tulips in the mid of summe

#NAPoWriMo2018  #Day20 prompt by Poetry Cafe KL #NaPoWriMo #duet Write a duet poem with another poet about your friendship. Collaborate. You could write about how you met, your first impressions, what you liked or didn’t like about each other, the significance of the relationship to you now. It was a night of dance Strangers became familiar faces became smiles Hugs between bodies turned into warm embraces. My voice caught your attention You were drawn without boundaries possessed by intoxication Surprised by a familiar sound And attracted to a jovial smile. You said you wanted me Not knowing why But you were hell bent On staying in this moment Refusing the odds Stopping time Believing this was perfect. I wanted to write a galaxy of stories Alliterate your voice in my words Your thoughts in my breath And weave you into every sentence To illustrate our universe. You became my world The ground I stand on Where my feet sink into The glorio

#NAPoWriMo2018  #Day19   Poetry Cafe KL #NaPoWriMo #soundpoetry #soundpoem #jackmalik #dada A sound poem is where the phonetic aspects of human speech are foregrounded instead of more conventional semantic and syntactic values; "verse without words". By definition, sound poetry is intended primarily for performance. Dom Tak Beh Dom Dom Tak Don't Beh afraid now Take heed in your stride Beh all that you are Don't stop coz your Heart don't stop Beh-Beh-Beh-Beating. Dom Dom D-D-Dom Dee Dee Doo Дом книги (Dom Knyigyi) is a library Дом (Dom) is a home Hum to the drums That Beh-Beh-Beh-beat With every dee dee detail Do what your heart says D-d-dig into the book Дом is a dome dee dee dom. - Swit Marie 0914H 29th April 2018 Taman Bahagia

#NAPoWriMo2018  #Day18   Poetry Cafe KL #NaPoWriMo #abstract #art Choose your favourite painting or sculpture. Write a poem in response to it. This piece speaks to me every time I look at it. Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder Who held you near whispers in your ear Telling you had nothing to fear. His arms were your comfort With little effort He opened your heart You gave no retort. He created this safe space Within these walls was your place He showed you his face You showed him your grace. In the lights and glitter Your heart began to flutter Your gaze became more blur There was no way to recover. Your judgement blinded by a veil You could not see the betrayal You trusted without fail His dance with you was going stale. He left without any goodbyes Your ears were hearing lies Full of deceitful replies Leaving you alone to cry. Fragile like porcelain Hurt by his restraints Left pale, weak and in pain Broken in the rain. -

CAMBODIA - The Khmer Prompt - #KhmerPrompt by Phina So Write a poem in the Khmer form: 4 line stanzas with each line containing 7 syllables. #FearBonus : The poem is about fear. #BumpBonus : There is a loud sound in the poem, that somebody has to explore. # SEAPoWriMo2018 #SEAPoWriMo2018Day1 #KhmerPrompt #Day17 #NaPoWriMo prompt by Poetry Cafe KL #monsters #jabberwocky What monsters lurk beneath your bed or in your closet at night ? What scares the bejesus out of you? What dark evil entity, idea or nightmare keeps you up at night? Write a children's poem about your monster, either real or imagined. Mama, what is that I hear? Something going bump in here Is it something big or small? sounds like it is coming near But do not see it at all. Papa, what is that I hear? Something moving going creak Tell me where did it go? I am scared I do not know. Gor gor, what is that I hear? Something running going squeak I feel it is over here Help, I d