The Muruku Murmurations

This tune came to me while I was driving earlier this year and I didn't really progress much with the lyrics and completed the first draft this month. Yay #newshit! This piece revolved around the long distance relationship I was in, where I would feel like I was lost at sea in dealing with the undercurrents and waves of security. I will sing in the shadows For the arms, I seek to find Lost my way coming home Maps drenched in the late monsoon Paths washed by the passing tides Blinded in salt and brine Cobblestones swallowed by sand Mermaids' sirens call to land Hoping my voice can be heard Through the ocean deep May the waves carry my song Send a signal out to sea. Drifting with the swirling winds Bobbing in the mist and breeze A lighthouse to mayday back And sailors to hear my plea. Filling up the emptiness with empty memories Seabeds consume our flesh Leaves bones dry in the sand Cavities lined with words unsaid Letters in bottles unsent Tidal waves fully take over To capsize

I wrote this trying to process the incidences that happened over the past few months, trying to reflect on 2020 and what it all meant. What effect did it have on my life and honestly what does being human mean to me now after everything? Well, we all have our vices It's being human As long as we are decent human being about it Living in ignorance is the absence of compassion Being aware and living by that awareness doesn't mean we aren't allowed to be who we are Or allow good things to happen in our life We all have been monsters and are plagued by our demons At some point It's learning to take the power/authority from them, be more human ourselves and not letting the ghost of unforgiveness haunt us anymore And finding angels who walk on earth Bodies consumed by alcohol Broken by insomnia Mind seeing things that don't exist. Heavy heart that sinks beneath my feet, the same heart that pumps life through my body is pressed upon by my own soles. Beaten by every step of

Recently Swit Marie has gotten more active on the HitRECord platform and started working on new material and collaborations. This was definitely the highlight of 2020 for her years of writing in the past few years. Reaching an international audience and being part of a community of creatives through this project involving over 180 contributors. The piece that was submitted for the This Is Malaysia video by HitRECord was derived from Dragon Tail . This Is Malaysia  final script remixed by Matt Conley from 8 contributors. This I s Malaysia video. The morning sun greets the mist of the hills, Joy seeps into my lungs as the morning dew kisses my cheeks, Peppercorn scents sing melodies of what the day could be. Waking up to the clouds embracing the mountain ranges This is where my heart belongs My fingertips touch the sparkle in the air made by the sun rays that love the mist My shoulders rise with the lightness of the sunrise. A symphony of swallows sifting through the clouds, Murmuratio

In November 2019, I had the opportunity to participate in BALOH! with the Urbanscapes Festival at Kwai Chai Hong in the heart of Kula Lumpur where my dad used to grew up. I went head to head with MC Stiff in a poetry debate. Topic:  College VS Life Foundation Would you rather be thrown into the deep end? Have the risk of drowning or learning how to swim Would you trust a lifeguard without training A doctor with no paper Would you trust a lacky with subjective truth? Or a professor, mentor and teacher Higher learning is the higher ground Having a foundation that you can depend on. Test of Life You have to understand, Quantification of your qualification Comes from structured education Having consistency in efficacy Pre-testing in safe zones Trumps trial and error in a real fire Pressures of well designs simulations Instead of free reign experimentations Guidance My cikgu says to learn how to do it right the first time My mother says that experience is gathered over time My sensei tell

Looks like a lot of 2019 has been a stream of consciousness, maybe it's just my mind being a complete mess for most of the year. At this point now in 2020, things are starting to come to the surface and the mind is more still which gives me more room to breathe.  There’s a storm here again tonight. It’s been a strange day. Begun and ended violently.  I lay here in my bed listening to the wind and the driving rain assaulting my windows. But I’m safe and warm. Protected here from turmoil as I am by your presence in my life.  I feel so removed as to almost appreciate the chaos just beyond the shroud of comfort which surrounds me. As I do in the care and kindness and love I feel in being with you. Your presence makes the troubles of my life seem further away. Like a storm outside my windows. You’re not my shield from it. But in my mind, you are here with me. And the safety I feel in your presence allows me to appreciate the beauty in all that chaos. In the trivial problems of every day

Every phase and season is a testing stage, a resist and repeat till we pass and graduate to the next grade. The regurgitation of emotions and feelings keep cycling through as we go through the arch of it. We all just want to say, "IT'S A WRAP" and move on to the next project. With that said, it is all about the process and the study period, the question is how much pressure do we put on ourselves and how well do we want to do in the end. Interesting isn't it? How our lives flow through cycles At various points we end up in the same place again. Like how we have to be tested In school, in work, in life Every season comes with a graduation Seeing how we fair going through the motions of Anxiety Uncertainty Scrutiny Surging adrenaline spiking Sleepless nights of contemplating Cycles of thoughts on our performance. The curtain call sounds the same Emotions course through our being Catching our breath after delivering our best in every act Singing our lungs out Wearing our

This piece was written for a HitRECord contribution based on this image . Record can be found here . It was written with the intention to capture the stillness of being when you are one with your surroundings and present with nature. Once in a day of a time where the world halted in its revolve Every living thing stood still, freeze-framed in this breath A streaming gust of wind that flows through the trees, whistle as it weaves through the branches Rustles the abundant crisp, lush leaves, every single one creating a symphony in harmony. This breath of sounds seep through my being Beat my eardrums to its rhythm, fills the spirals of my cochlea, flowing sound waves flood every crevasse of my brain synching my heart to beat as one with it. A surfing surge of peace soaks my bloodstream Turning any turmoil to green, not the colour of envy but tranquility Lifting my ribcage to float in the oxygen-filled air Feet taking root in the ground as the trees Being, existing and living as though my

In October this year, I am back to where I started. Processing a painful end of another failed relationship, having another bout of insomnia and broken by some incidences that happened in September. This all feels familiar like the creaking of doors and floorboards. Brokenness beyond ability to restore, Gears that do not work any more Creaking croaks that yell in a high pitch roar Nothing will ever sound normal like before. - Swit Marie 0621H 25th August 2019 #MurukuMurmurations

I really hate goodbyes in every context of it, never good at it and it feels like an unfulfilled driveby. Part of processing is accepting, allowing myself to feel which I couldn't do because I didn't want to face the realities of things and it was too dark to sit in my mind-pit. I let my thoughts run and tried not to self-censor when I wrote this. Tonight thunders with no sight of lightning Laying on the floor curled up in fetal form Skin grazing the chaffing carpet with every breath Fingers grasping empty air pockets Coddling a creeping sense of abandonment Weightlessness grows heavy Sinking into a hard cement floor Knees tucking closer to the heart Coldness circulates the body from the inside out. Dear diary, I am not good with goodbyes. Last words you heard were: "Is this vein sufficient for your entry and what is this cocktail?" Absent in anaesthesia Eyes blindfolded by white noise Everything was quietly ringing in the background. Swiftly, the doors open He escape