The Muruku Murmurations

"Today, I challenge you to write a poem that takes the form of a family portrait. You could write, for example, a stanza for each member of your family. You could also find an actual snapshot of your family and write a poem about it, spending a little bit of time on each person in the picture. You don’t need to observe any particular form or meter ." Tau Miu Sigma, That is our insignia, We may not be a sorority, But we are each other's priority. We are made of three entities, Exhibit A is the aunty of random atrocities, Secondly is our feisty Hak-ayu fire power, And lastly our resident jiwang of the hour. This one is for Sheril! The one who dares to take on any peril, She has perfected the resting b*tch face, Strong minded about issues of gender and race. We have been friends for a while, She has seen me through my many trials, Tolerant when I put on my disappearing acts, Her intentions are true and overlooks our defects. This one is for J...

"Today, I challenge you to write a poem that takes the form of a family portrait. You could write, for example, a stanza for each member of your family. You could also find an actual snapshot of your family and write a poem about it, spending a little bit of time on each person in the picture. You don’t need to observe any particular form or meter." A family of five,  No matter what life throws at them, they'll survive, They are not a perfect family, But they've got each other's back, thankfully. Though life has not gone as planned, Every time he falls, he still tries to  stand, Though he may not show it everyday, He shows his love is various ways. The glue that holds the family together, No matter whatever the weather, There's not a thing this woman cannot do, She'll do it with a smile too. He's got the weight of the world on his shoulders, But he will not quit until it's over, Described as silent and strong He is always the...

"Today, I challenge you to write a poem that takes the form of a family portrait. You could write, for example, a stanza for each member of your family. You could also find an actual snapshot of your family and write a poem about it, spending a little bit of time on each person in the picture. You don’t need to observe any particular form or meter." "Do not smile so much!" My mother's voice cuts crisp across the flash, As her eyes quickly dart a warning at me. From the corner of my eye I see her, And quickly drop the dopey grin on my face. I am 11 years old and in a pretty frock, Butterfly clips in my long black hair, As I am poised on the arm of a big chair, Like a prop. I slouch over, sweltering under the 650 lights, And am immediately prodded at the side, To straighten up and "sit tall", By a singular manicured nail painted blood red. My father resides in the big chair, Already disinterested before it has even begun, In his cr...

This is based on a conversation we had with our 'Surrogate Friend', Wolf. It was a theory about how we have a set amount of happiness allocated to our lives and it is placed on a ruler called life, once the happiness runs out, maybe it's time life ends. From the beginning of humanity, Were humans made to be toys? Conceived and prized by the Almighty, Creations for Him to enjoy. Made with a life line by metres, This body wasn't made to last eternity, A ruler determined by the Ruler, The end will soon arrive eventually. To each was given a portion of happiness, Like glittery, magical, shimmering pixie dust, Bottled carefully with glee and gladness, And then given to angels to entrust. For certain individual's it was spread evenly, Others will be scattered in inconsistent piles, For a few it's mounted high all too early, What remains at the end are bottled smiles. Angels are watching our ways, Shifting the dust as need...

Looney Tunes was a big part of my childhood. I remember sitting in front of the tv and watching it wide eyed and with a huge grin. They don't make cartoons like they used too anymore.  I sit and wait patiently Then it begins That familiar tune starts playing                                                     My face instantly lights up, I sing along, I have the tune memorized.     They have me laughing throughout, The Looney Tunes, A big part of my childhood.       One of my favourite cartoons, A timeless classic, Guaranteed to make you smile.  - JN 8.15pm, 26/5/2016 (Thursday) Home, Kelana Jaya

seorang penyajak mampu memberi nyawa kepada setiap apa yang dilihatnya hanya dengan menggunakan ayat dan kata-kata namun mengapa tetap hatinya kadangkali mati dibunuh perasaan sendiri? “kerana penyajak cuma manusia. Dia bukan Tuhan...” - Jack 

Was trying to write something in lieu with a #NaPoWriMo prompt about doubles, and this is what I came up with. I just realized I need to stop writing seemingly tragic love poems & diversify into other things, so here's hoping this is the last of it. :)  There is no winning with you, Whatever happens I always lose. I get lost in the corners of your smile, And I lose when you stay away from me awhile. There is no benefit of having you here, Yet I constantly crave to have you near. I write lines of poetry for you, And listen to melodies you sing along to. It makes no difference to you if I live or die, But when you are silent I constantly wonder why. There is no winning with you, Whatever happens I always lose. - SB 1.15am, 16th April 2016 Ghetto HQ