The Muruku Murmurations

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