It’s another long weekend, nobody’s online. I guess everyone’s hitting the books but I need a little downtime. Just a bit of time out after what I’ve been through these few days and nights. Suddenly “It’s Quiet Uptown” from Hamilton plays in my mind, this tiny earbug slowly humming a lullaby, and I have the urge to write.
For the challenged, the struggling, and the ones who cannot rest… This is for you.
Do you find it annoying
When there’s a finger in your ribs
Jabbing and poking even though
There’s nothing left to rip
I cycled through the night from north to south
To see the dream realised with my own eyes
That daylight will return to our shores tomorrow
They cried no misery no slavery no colour codes on the block
They cheered no poverty no hierarchy no differences on the block
They assured, hush, we walk on unshackled land
Be proud of where you stand
Keep freedom alive
She puts her finger to her lips, a gentle hush cascading in a fine spray of saliva. Silence ensues, but for a split second only. The chatter resumes, a gigantic wave crashing over the rocks of her bay.
She sighs, wondering what would seal the babbling mouths for the duration. One hour is a long time for the lips to cease their hovering, muttering, babbling existence. She continues her vigil, standing erect as she surveys the vicinity for more blabbermouths. Why won’t they listen? she wonders.
“Assembly is adjourned. Students, please return to your respective classes.” Finally, she thinks, leaving.
Another 100-word blurb, on the prefects on Catholic High 🙂
Write a composition of about 350 words on the following topic:
Describe a person who hurt you.
Why do you hate him?
He hurt me, scarred me, tore me to pieces, left me to rot.
Who is he?
I will not say, will not tell, the past is the past, leave it be in the past.
Pessimism is a disease, contagious, dangerous.
My pen my sword, I carve this creature on paper, bitter taste still lingering in my mouth.
I wish you would stop all the antics
Cos they just getting me frantic
Take it seriously
Go on casually
I don’t know, I’m soaked in your magic
The Spotlight Is Lost
The spotlight it gutters
On one inexperienced, still small
On one irrelevant, like a wall
On one empty, like winter’s hall
On one flailing, clinging to all
Every flicker a mutter of stupefied appall
Malaysia. Negaraku. Tanah tumpahnya darahku. Malaysia used to be a blank canvas. A canvas without colours. Then came the colours, in the form of ethnicity, and diversity. How did a land of nothingness turn into a land that filled with love and unity between all races?
Winning entry for the British Council Anti-Bullying Poetry Competition 🙂
Do you remember how you played the game?
It wasn’t hide and seek or calling nicknames
Eyes locked and I was caught
Entangled, impaled, distraught
You’d swagger away, leaving destruction down the lane