Monster

She was innocent and pure

It was her first love

Thought he’ll be the one.

 

BUT

 

He is a psychopath

Won’t let her go out

 

Told her sweet lies

But cursed her in heart

He wants nothing but lust

So they did not last

 

Fondness turned into violent

Love became hate

He is a monster in disguise

 

Poor little girl

Her first love was a disaster

But she is much stronger now

More careful in love

Won’t fall for second.
By,

Nur Fatihah Mohd Arnawi, Melaka

A Night- A Chance

Clock chimes five

she sways from the steam

bundled in white towels

she sashays as

Ella Fitzgerald croons

readying for the scene.

 

She snips the price tag

off her dress and

slips into her emerald sheath

tipping her heels she

slides her toes in

a matte maroon match.

 

Fingers curl round

an ebony stick

she swipes NARS Bette on

her puckered lips

now, the moment

all women dread

with great care and

agile fingers ready

slow and steady, she

draws a flick

Success!

 

Last check

‘Yes, good enough’

she snags her

copper coat and clutch

and struts into

the night – a chance

to fulfill her daydreams

when her date comes calling.

 

By,

Anntidote, Puchong, Selangor.

Dad

I see

the fear in my father’s eyes

as he beheld the world fall,

as he screams through

the wall,

and starts to lose it all.
I see

the fear in his eyes

when he gives me

an hour’s worth

of lecture

as he tries to

tell me to do

better.
His pain

he does not keep;

he has kept his hurt in

for far too long

already.
He sees

the world around me

crumble

as buildings topple

over one another

and he sees

my position

under the rubble.
He weeps

as he predicts the day

I die

by sword or by stone.

He unleashes his wrath of

frustrations

he’s been through
“Don’t die, son.

Keep staying alive.

Keep breathing,

keep moving,

keep working 

to survive.”
I see

the fear in my father’s eyes

as he beheld the world fall

He does not want me 

to lose it all

He does not want me

to lose.
“Survive, son.”

It’s okay, Pa.

Don’t worry.

I’ll live.

By,

Aaron J. Patrick, KL

An open sea

The world is an open sea and you’re my anchor

Time of hardship and despair

You’re my savior

Im a horseless knight, your words my armor

You’re a but a queen and im just a commoner
Life is a lesson, you’re my first teacher

At school you teach, at home you’re a mother

Those days I’m a failure thinking of quitting

With a smile you remind me that failing is learning
You’re a blessing sent from up above

Your heart is filled with a thousand love

You understand my silence, and read my tears

 now I wish we can live a thousand more years
Home is a garden, and you’re the rose

Shine with the sunlight, with the moon she glows

Thousand miles and world apart

I can’t see her love, but I can feel it in my heart
By Farhan Ejat, Sabah

Sand Dunes of Melaka

I know that place your heart remembers

Where sorrow never follows you home

Where the sun says a final good night

And your memory takes flight.

 

In that place that your heart remembers

But your memory cannot recall

Would it be my name that you say?

Long after the tide pulls away.

 

Here in that place that your heart remembers

Where hugs and smiles were sprinkled with kisses

When we once played in the sand dunes of Melaka

I can still hear the sweet sound of our laughter.

 

By Gina, Selangor

Four Seasons of Love

7 years

It is not a short period

Stuck in looking towards to the same person

Shame, such an unrequited love.

 

Last summer

It was bold and stupid act

Hoping for a tango

Sadly, you can’t cross the line.

 

Last autumn,

I saw him with friend of mine

I found the answer

Tears are rolling down on my cheeks

Just like the falling leaves.

 

Last winter

It was cold and freezing

Like an ice.

Finally it was spring

Flowers started to bloom

Friends were there to cherish

No more tears

Only the smile on her tiny face.
By, 

Nu Fatihah Mohd Arnawi, Malacca