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 –
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
From young, we harbour many hidden fear;
Sex orientation may not be clear.
Cupid pulls bow and shoots random arrows;
It is lust and passion, not love that glows.
Love garden demands patience to nurture;
Abuses and cheat are relate cancer.
Marriage is fearsome life time commitment;
Cohabitation is safe down payment.
Responsible care for constraints to work;
Without compromises, all go berserk.
For sad ending tales, resist tragedy;
History repeats without fantasy.
At turning point, marriage faces crisis;
The love bond will stick to prime promises.
Hidden behind the Botox and face mask;
A modern taboo, sensitive to ask.
It involves more than figures and numbers;
A trip ride you forget and remember.
Changes and transformation all the way;
Pray to stay at best, nature cannot sway.
More fear than death, aging is a stigma;
Terror on mirror, trauma is drama.
Age is as old as you are, felt or think;
Peeling vanity, live to shine or sink.
The body does not aged and fall the same;
Face is young, energy decline, knee lame.
Wig, dentures, hearing aids, and walking frame;
Aging well is living, no shame in game.
Dr. KH Lim.
I said " I want to give us a try. "
I hesitated for 4 days
With only honesty in my heart
I thought I could have a better love
But, what is a better love?
A hunky guy? A guy with the sweetest melody? A guy so bad I could fall head over heels?
I don't know how to answer my own question
There was a moment where I thought
It doesn't matter if the both of us couldn't find our beautiful ending together
It doesn't matter if we parted ways with a heart that broke terribly
As long as I get the chance to love you
A chance to be loved by you
A mere second of happiness
I could trade everything and anything for it
For that one of a lifetime love
By, Sumayyah Jaafar Ali, Penang