Rollercoaster: silent madness,
Adrenaline rush increases my awareness;
There are people around, stow away,
They must not see beyond their gaze –
You will be judged, with a sad smile,
They’ll tell you, “It’s okay”,
But their smiles betray them all;
You could see the laughter they’re trying to suppress,
And their jeers they stop to muster.
But you need care not,
For you have sunglasses;
You could block out their ugly minds,
Behind glasses of tinted lenses;
It’s dark and covered,
But you’re safe and forgotten –
They need only your eyes,
To see all they wanted.
Running down tetris-patterned pavements
flip-flopping feet gushing to meet
a girl with ever rubified cheeks
that tease my eyelids open past midnight
shuffling through snapshots
sealed in my memory
made by fickle and fitful glances
collected in the span
of 1 month, 3 days, 2 hours and 17 minutes
to date. I hope I’m not too late.
– By Anntidote –
Diner bell’s dinging seem distant
as I focus on bae’s bibir
where curry stain clings
and whispers his guilty tryst
with Nasi Biryani, banjir.
– Written by Anntidote –
A long, long time of waiting. A short, short time of losing. I don’t want it to happen. I love you so much that I can't afford to lose you. I don’t want to give up all of me just because you lied to me about your love, your sincerity. I don’t want anything else, just your loyalty and tender.
The fire is burning.
Please, don’t put it off.
Whatever crashed you
You were able to move past it
That’s natural. We recover. We get damaged
And then we rebuild
I couldn’t rebuild. I don’t even think I want to rebuild
I was shattered and maybe it was best to keep me that way.
Sumayyah Jaafar Ali
Standing in the middle of a huge crosswalk
In a huge concrete jungle
Where eyes are looking down and looking ahead
Hands occupied with a cup of Starbucks, cellphone, newspaper
In their own bubble
And I am still standing here
With a nagging question:
“Why can’t I fit in?”
Sumayyah Jaafar Ali
Let’s meet at our playground a bit sooner,
Just for a bit sooner,
You’ll bring your guitar with your mellow voice,
And I’ll bring my ears and my cheeky smile,
You’ll ask what I did today,
And I’ll ask what you’ll do tomorrow,
You’ll argue about something I mentioned about,
And I’ll argue about something you thought about,
But in between all these,
With the sound of our laughs combined,
With the scars of our past embraced,
We’ll stay oblivious to the hurricanes around us,
Before sunrise, sunset and midnight,
Just for a bit longer,
Let’s stay at our playground a bit longer.
Nun Najmeen, KL