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.

Fabricated Hammer of Justice

By Shauqi Shiro

Dig deep,

He’ll put you to sleep.

Real truth is never known.

If it surfaces, your head is blown.

When you tell what you’ve seen,

The press will say that it’s not their sins.

It is a distorted symphony,

Orchestrated by corrupted phonies.

Saying “I dare you if u want to die”,

Eyewitness immediately decided to lie.

Your families they will slay.

All that you can do now is pray.

They do whatever they please,

Whilst supported by fabricated hammer of justice.

Mouths and Eyes

By Shauqi Shiro




I want to shine, so I can't always whine.
I need some air for these pain that I could not bear.
But where? Where can I hide from those eyes?
They're everywhere; It's in my room, it's behind the chair,
You lots only know how to compare.
All that I can do now is to sit in gloom.
But I want my flower to bloom!

I need some space, away from these familiar faces.
I want some time, I don't want to melt like a slime.
But why? Should I keep on living on this lies?
These world is superficial; none can make it real.
I know i'm original, but you lots are subliminal.
Know this - people are judgmental.
It's an everyday cycle; I think i'm going mental!

I am what i am, I don't want to lie anymore.
I want to tell the truth till your ears are sore.

The Cowering Farmer

By Shauqi Shiro

Once there was an estate lent to a farmer,

His forefathers told him to make it larger.

They said that this land should be shared together,

He thought he should get it all; he’s the owner.

He planted the seeds, while he paid no heeds.

When the seed bears fruits, he took all the loots.

He soiled the plantation, gave to his family most of the rations.

Now the estate is degrading, the soils are left with nothing.

The seeds have become sour; none wants it during this time of hour.

Bloomed with no flower; all that's left is an image of a cowering farmer.