Mandy

Fired a literature tutor
Three weeks ago.
Another one came along
With a greeting of uncertainty.
What’s your name?
Dark hair,
Decent eyes,
Light make up,
Strawberry glossy lips.
Pretty distracting
But surely,
Better than the last one.
Tony.

So our first lesson began,
Then it turned into Q&A session –
What is the atmosphere of…?
What do you think of…?
Why do you think so?
How do you link this to…?
Where are you stuck?
Err…
1… 2… 3… 4… 5…
HELP!
6… 7… 8… 9… 10…
I give up.
I don’t know.

Pronounced brain dead.
She always tries to revive it:
Have confidence in yourself;
Be sensitive to the words;
Read between the lines;
Don't give up just yet;
Picture the poem;
Feel the mood.
Pretty naggy
But that is why,
Better than the last one.
P.S. love the compliments
Keep them coming.

Happy Teacher's Day!

Chapter 1: The Realm

Here I am, again, walking down this wide, wrecked road with twisted, broken signs and buildings that are left to ruins. The sky has forever been crimson like permanent blood stain, smothered with dark, sick clouds that withhold its agony within its thickness. Electric runs across the sky, through the clouds and touches the surface of the earth every couple of seconds. I can only imagine the thunder for it is silent in this… ghost town where the air is thick and still – not even a zephyr can be felt – and the atmosphere is neither hot nor cold.
The end of the road leads to a whirlpool obscured by the mist, right under the gigantic, violet moon where, ironic as it sounds, one can feel the calmness and solitude in this... wretched place. The moon has always been ten times larger and closer to the planet and never seemed to have left its spot.
‘Ah…’ A silhouette appeared, floating on the water. ‘Isn’t this a beautiful day?’
The same rhetorical question has never amused me.
‘What took you so long?’ The mist slowly clears, revealing his appearance. ‘You’ve come here more than a hundred times and besides there’s only a single road in this place – you couldn’t have possibly gotten lost.’
‘I was enjoying the fascinating scenery. Too bad you can’t enjoy it as much as I do.’ Chris is blind.
He chuckles, ‘As witty and aggressive as always, Tony. Your sarcasm is an endless amusement to me.’
‘This isn’t why I’m here. You know I’ve come for a reason.’
‘You’re frustrated, annoyed – how do you say in your world? Ah... pissed – and your logic tells you to throw this boiling madness away but you don’t know how, and so you’re here to consult me, your Sanity.’
I looked down at the water – not surprised to be unable to see my own reflection but the purest colors in the world. The colors are reflections of my true feelings. ‘You know it better than I do.’
'Of course.' Chris chuckled. ‘Very well then.’ He mentions a word: Tranquility. That is it. It is Chris's personality to be vague when it comes to advices, or rather it is his job.

I step into the whirlpool and all of a sudden, rays of perpetual light pierces through the ominous, grey clouds, revealing small parts of the vast, blue sky. It blinds me as I feel my body evaporating to the sky.

‘You’ll be back to The Realm, again. I’ll be waiting.’

Broken

Girl, you poor little angel.
Your sweet voice turns into bitter sob
and sour tears drench your pretty face.
Your broken wings I can’t fix;
I’m sorry for being incapable
helpless,
useless.

My heart swells to see you weep
so, please dear, save your tears.
I would be willing to cry for you
'coz I just can’t bear to watch
a soft, loving girl like you like this
so depressed,
so afraid.

And even if the vast sea sets us apart
I will be the spring in your winter;
I will be the brightest star in the sky.
There’s no need to be scared, my friend
know that I will be there for you
wherever,
whenever.

For Ninah Zamriyah Riza

Never Goodbye

How would I ever go on
Without you there is no place to belong
Will love someday gonna lead you back to me
But till it does I'll have an empty heart
So I will always have to believe
That somewhere out there you are thinking of me
Since the day I let you go
Till we say our next hello
It's not goodbye
Till I see you again
I'll be right here remembering when
And if time is on our side
There will be no tears to cry from now on
There is one thing I can't deny
That this is not goodbye.

Written by Sarab
10/06/09

Glacier

Mirage

The Leaning Can

Hohoho... I bet you can't guess how I did this. Yes, that's the dining table in my house.

Heavy Heart

Another heart asunder.
Another sorrowful soul
in the melancholic streets.
In this cursed life,
he can only weep inside
where she can never feel --
so clean without a hint.

Why do I like you?
Can't I like you?
Do you even want me to?
I don't want to.

This straitjacket feeling
loosens my sanity,
wraps around my heart
like a giant parasite:
its mass heavy, cumbersome.
Lethal.

A heavy heart he carries.
A perpetual light he seeks
in the dreary darkness.
In this abysmal of despair,
he can only yearns inside.
Will she sense his agony?
Maybe someday...

when it's too late.

The Imaginary Line

That comfort zone,
I had one too --
it was small, weak
and now destroyed,
or abandoned?

That comfort zone,
you heavily guarded --
your haven, sanctum
exists invulnerably,
never gone.

This... danger zone,
we unfamiliar of --
so dark, so cold
opens our boundaries --
a breakthrough.

Potion

I never thought I'd use an absolute term, to
think that I'd feel this way;

I would not, only if I could, just
like our ill-fated lives, scripted for us.

You have poisoned me.