The Muruku Murmurations

Prompts from Makhluk Seni for WELP, a movement to 'weaponise' love in all forms of expression. Prompts were released throughout the month of February for writers to submit any short form of writing. This is a letter that I would sent to you when I know that the day has come when you have allowed yourself to love me but the time for it has passed and all good things will always come to an end. Prompt 1: I wrote back Sometimes love is an unsent letter waiting under your bed. #WELPPACT   #PACT2 I smiling Wallflower Printed sunflowers Sepia toned crinkles Peeling borders Warm filters I wilting. - Swit Marie 1421H 26th March 2019 TMM HQ

Prompts from  Makhluk Seni  for WELP, a movement to 'weaponise' love in all forms of expression. Prompts were released throughout the month of February for writers to submit any short form of writing. This was during the time a dear friend of mine physically left me and we had to part ways. Things have become very different now since that departure. I wished things didn't turn out the way it did in the past few month but people change. It isn't just them, I to have changed because of the collective circumstances. Prompt 17: How many steps for me... Love takes time, love takes effort, love is a long arduous journey that begins with the first step ⠀ ⠀ How many steps are you willing to take for the things that you love? ♥️ I have walked far along enough to be able to say goodbye We stopped, wandered into a tangent through each others irides journeyed into each others stories. Flakes of gold, aged jade and Oceania blue It carries, weight, anguish and wisdo...

Prompts from  Makhluk Seni  for WELP, a movement to 'weaponise' love in all forms of expression. Prompts were released throughout the month of February for writers to submit any short form of writing. Recently I have been really inspired by space references and wanted to incorporate it more with my pieces. Prompt 14: Our stars wrote for us... Look up and see the blinking lights sparkle back at you. Watching the night sky feels magical. Sometimes it feels like you're not alone, sometimes it feels like the stars are writing something for you.⠀ ⠀ Tell us: what did the stars write?⠀ ⠀ #WELPPACT   #PACT2 I have seen the way your eyes look at the tribulations of the Earth Seeing through the layers of falsified fronts that people put up The weeping of regrets and sinking of spirits. How your eyes fight so hard from blinking Because losing that moment will lose your true connection with them forever Once passed, the planets won't realign again for aeo...

Prompts from  Makhluk Seni  for WELP, a movement to 'weaponise' love in all forms of expression. Prompts were released throughout the month of February for writers to submit any short form of writing. Alongside with people I have reclused myself from, I also attempted to come to terms with certain thoughts that were associated with that person. I am no longer the one who bends over backwards and smiles, goes out of my way just because I can and want to, at the expense of waiting to be love someone. It was all overlooked and still didn't earn me a place to be more than just another after-thought.   Prompt 13: Bent over backwards for... Would you sacrifice yourself for the ones you love? To what extent will you go for them? Think about not just your significant other, but also your family, friends, pets, and your faraway dreams⠀ ⠀ #WELPPACT   #PACT2 Dear reader, Make no mistake with the words written here They are not meant for spite Words forged by fear Cr...

Prompts from  Makhluk Seni  for WELP, a movement to 'weaponise' love in all forms of expression. Prompts were released throughout the month of February for writers to submit any short form of writing. Recently I had the privilege to listen to some samples by Blanketfren , I completed the piece while listening to that sample on loop. The inspiration came from some recent conversations between us and some close friends of mine and the urge to use more natural elements in my writing. One of my favourite pieces to date. Prompt 10: I hear you in... The whispers of Love can be heard from many miles away. Sometimes they say something to you, sometimes a reminder,, sometime advice, perhaps sometimes even longing.⠀ ⠀ Tell us, what do you hear?⠀ ⠀ #WELPPACT   #PACT2 Welcome to this space where the Sunday market doesn't close You have room to sit for a pit stop Cross-legged, one leg up, all stretched out As long as your hips have settled in its anchor Tethered by wires o...

Prompts from  Makhluk Seni  for WELP, a movement to 'weaponise' love in all forms of expression. Prompts were released throughout the month of February for writers to submit any short form of writing. I was struggling the past few days on how much trust and dependency do I put on my friends when it comes to support. Recently I have started losing friends in a sense that they are the ones who do not value me, my time or my presence and I have taken the shift to not prioritise them any more. It is still a burden to have expectations. Prompt 8 : The weight of trust is... Is trust heavy for you, do you find yourself difficult to give your trust to someone? Or is the weight of your trust light as a feather, and do you give it to someone easily?⠀ ⠀ Think back. Measure its weight. Tell us in a short piece. #PACT2   #WELPPACT My default is to always mould to fit m y function and purpose As if this puzzle piece is a shape-shifter that becomes the perfect solutions for ...

For my third lesson with Kudos, he got me working with flow. I learned how to identify the pattern of the flow, break it down to the syllables and then trying to write my own rap to utilise that flow. After writing, you realise very quickly what works and what doesn't in respects to the flow of your tongue, the types of sound transitions and also what your mouth can and cannot do. You are looking back / Everything is turning to whack What you have has now been hijacked / without time for you to react You are left with a small backpack / Heart beat steady like a boom bap Seconds later panic attacks / Breathing breaks that is not intact Acid in your tract / Heart racing mad down a speed trap Brain and body losing contact / Chaos rising, fading to black. - Swit Marie 1430H 1st November 2018 Kudos Crib