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. 

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?

Chasing Dreams

by Abraham Slothface




The safest place for a ship is at harbor

but that's not where ships should be,

I've always wanted to begin it
with these lines, even though it's not mine-
but the one I had in mind was something different.
It's about how we should always
fight, live, and die for our dreams
even when we're already at peace with ourselves,

but this is not that poem. Not that one.

This one is to remind myself that I'm not dead yet, 

and the one before this is not the last one-
in case I'm dead before I could write another.
Make sense?
What time is it?

I don't mind

if this will be the last thing here.
Not because this will be fucking good,
which until now I know that it will only be
some shitty paragraphs that will be forgotten
seconds after you've stop reading,
and disappoint secret chasers
if you're one,
because there is none.

I'm just scared of knowing that our dreams
will always be laughing with us
and living life is just a lie we tell ourselves
before the real thing comes
and swallows everything into black.
Makes me grind my teeth till it bleeds
when I can't sleep. Wondering if this time
my eyes will stay shut forever.
Don't worry. That's not real.
I did not grind my teeth.
I just can't sleep.

And sometimes I hear myself counting days.
Maybe I'll keep doing that till I'm 40
and when I realized that it's always
an impossible task,
I will tell myself
that it is alright to dream
even to the end.
Hope dies on daily basis.
Every tap tap on their keyboards sounds
like they are typing their last will
but what came out are reports and excel files.

Funny, now that I'm one of them.
And they sleep early so maybe this act
of lying awake
is the best thing I could do tonight

before they lock me deep.
Again my dear.
The safest place for a ship is at harbor
but that's not where a ship should be,

now lets get back to sleep baby 

shall we?