The Muruku Murmurations

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...