It's The Little Things I Can't Remember

by E. Hellcat




Live the life you never regret
Don’t waste another day
Doing nothing meaningful
That it becomes a habit
To think nothing stressful.

Wake up with passion
Live the delusion of having a vision
About the days that would come
You assume would actually matter
That in the end you’ll hold on and eventually remember.

But now looking back in retrospect
It’s not always about what’s next.
Every time you walk out that door
Pass the park and through the alley,
Just as you would do daily.
Mindlessly and thoughtlessly
Making small decisions everyday
Little judgments every move
Without blinking an eye
Without seeing through the lines
Without having the thought
To ever cross in your mind
Why everybody say it to end their toast,

It’s the little things that matter the most.




The Super Scam

By Asjad Zulkefli




Is it a bird?
Is it a plane?
No, it's another scam,
forged by the super factory
located in the super country.

They say that heroes must be pretty,
That's why the ugly can never be.
but have you seen heroes in reality?
Like Malcolm, Madiba, Gandhi and your daddy?

Another scam,
another scam,
does whatever the others can,
catches crooks whom they like,
yet the filthiest still alive,
look out!
Here comes another scam.

Are we all too blind to see?
That superheroes are the shields,
for police, politicians and the authority,
you must obey, you must yield,
or another villain you will be.




Thought's Sanctuary

By Mr.B




Gone, forever gone,
One and only Love,
Detachment,

Highest pleasure,
Eternal knowledge,
lost without grace,
Pain without cure,

Miracle
Eternally gone.




Not from Heaven

By Mr.B



How to know God?
By His trace and grace,
Provides tales we embrace,
But when her face meet your face
is it still God's Grace?

Demanded servants, 
Yet love sometimes are forbidden,
As Women created as a maiden,
How really men can be obedient?

Those promise He gives,
None could guess what it is,
For God is perfect,
So does men try to be exact.

Find God through His grace,
You will never be erased.




Blinded by My Own Eyes

By S. Pessimist




Deceitful is such the nature a pair of eyes.

The widest smile may hold the heaviest heart.
The loudest and carefree may drag around the darkest thoughts.
The well built and strong may shake at the slightest.
The richest may dress in destitute,
and the deemed necessitous, may well be in contentment.

Judge not, for who am I to judge?