Deliverance

By Abraham Slothface

The man shot himself

In the bathroom on the third floor.

Everyone in the house are so busy

talking to the phone.

Red bubbles of filth

dripping from the dark hole

under his chin, spilling over

the edge of the plastic tub.

Everyone in the house are still busy

talking to the phone

dialing and cursing, head bowed

in prayers hoping for god himself

to pick up and deliver

his guidance to those who are

still busy screaming and shouting

begging for another story

in their short restless sleep.

Every frame a painting.

Every line a poetry.

Every day is a good day to start

it all over again. their hearts

beat heavier day by day.

In the middle of a pursuit

for perfection, suddenly

everyone is wishing for a gun.

He holds it tight. That night

he is Isaac, he is Ishmael

inside the flesh of Abraham

worshiping nothing but death.

The man shot himself.

The bullet pierce through his skull

straight to the blood sprayed ceiling.

A black sun in the red sky.

His neck slumped over.

the edge of the plastic tub.

Everyone in the house is still busy

talking on the phone.

The Beat

By Shauqi Shiro




I have a drum.
Haven't played it for such a long time,
but always carry it beside me.
I loved to play it before this.
Now,

It's rusted, no one cleans it for a while.
It's used to be heard from a mile.
I don't remember the last time i hear a beat.
Someone punched a hole on it.
Ow...

But it seems i'm catching a sound of a drum.
Euphoric like an alcoholic, drinking rum.
A blood rush - swift like a gust,
The echoing sound of unwavering tempo.
Wow...

Oh my, I swear this is my first,
to feel the thump like this.
I touch my drum - it is pounding.
No one else feel it besides us two.
Now,

Tell me, do you feel the same beat too?

Chaos Sanctuary

by Ziko Adanan

If I live tonight

in search of gold,

let’s have a feast 

with rock and roll,

remember my name 

in chants and cheers,

families and friends

and bongs and beers,

For all that happens,

stays tonight, 

doors close locked tight,
unequivocally not for 

praises and preaches

(but it might in days

where porn sermonized

in raps and paperbacks)

Living in the cloud nine 

fuelled with dread,                                                                                                                                 

ups and downs

never did average,

such a chaotic life

I’ve led,

caught me alone

thinking 

of the ages, the forgotten

civilization and culture,

the past, present and future.

If I die tonight

in search for soul

let me say this 

in one go… 

Lay me down 

in peace and serenity

and strip me away

of my identity

and forget me

when I’m gone…                                                                                                                             

Just let me be 

cause I’m done.    

The dead stays dead,  

we’re set for that,

even if oceans  

of tears dried out,

it’s not us the all-might.

But roar…

and sing!

to the stories 

of the prominences,

should there be 

enlightenment 

hidden in our 

deranged histories,

should there be

any faith left,

a salvation for

a flourishing future.

Such a chaotic life 

I’ve led,

caught me alone 

pondering,

with my fingers

intertwined,

reminiscing

to every rights

I’ve left behind.

Haiku - Eternal bliss

By Shauqi Shiro




A warm summer breeze,
Blowing gracious leaves,
Like eternal bliss.

Dry and Wry

By Shauqi Shiro




A sharpen word lasts forever,
But my feelings are a clandestine fever.
Never been told to anyone,
It's a bulging heartache that I never want.

A gasping overturned cockroach,
Grabbing anything that approaches.
Empty as the sky, my heart cries.
A gorgeous lake, now dry and wry.

We're the same but different,
This bond is not coherent.

Haiku

by B



Tangan terikat dilangit,
Kaki terbenam dibumi,
Diri tak seagung mimpi.

That Lips

by B

It's been awhile since it happened,

as I recall for nothing but Your silence,

of all the pictures and moments in my mind,

All I want the most is that benevolent smile.

am I still confined by the past,
by wanting everything to last,
as I am still breathing to grasp,
and all I want the most is to pass,

is it a sin to have a faith?
but none to Him, all to yourself,
as you can never explains,
why everything stars all white and plain,
are you simply rejecting out of plan?

Here I am feeling like its the end,
barely remember where it all began,
draw the line, stop being kind, do what You can,
but please let me have her benevolent smile
once again.

Here It Goes

by Ziko Adanan




My body trembles to create
something out of nothing,
But nothing ever come out,
Here we go again,

My hands shake to proof
something worthy out of
this helplessness,
But nothing's ever appreciated,
There it goes again,

My mind bursts out of creations
to play that passionate role,
Still, none is ever created,
Just in my head it goes,

Completed.

Unrealized fantasy
of a perfect world.

Real Life Vampire

By Shauqi Shiro

I am a real life vampire

Surrounded by people of my kind.

We are not afraid of fire

But the sun can make our eyes go blind.

Waking up only during nighttime

Our way of life are not much sublime.

Some hunts their prey in the club

Some even go to the pub.

We love the chilly dark night

How we live can cause a blight.

We eat garlic, hold silver, but no sunlight!

Close the damn curtains! Or you may start a fight!

If we get chills, suck the pipe and lit the fire

That is how our kind live - a real life vampire.

Of Stolen Glances and Awkward Gestures

by E. Hellcat

Of stolen glances

and awkward gestures,

I found myself

wondering

what brought us here,

I wish nothing

but for it

to come

anytime sooner.

Now suddenly,

you sit there

quite obviously,

right in front of me.

Is it just me

you’re staring,

or is it just me

noticing

that your eyes

kept lingering,

in sync,

with what

I was thinking.

That every time

you wear black,

you remind me

of a place

I never thought

I’d come back.

Like the boxes

I left downstairs,

never to realize

I’d have to unpack.

Because I’ve forgotten

what is it like,

and how does it feel,

and why

it took

so long

to heal.

Take a shot of me

I wanna show you

my true colors,

it’s a black and white picture,

I’m monotonous.