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( If I… )
By: Sheryl
Inspired by true events: Lessons of a heartbreak
If I could
I would turn back time
Back where love was non-existent between us
Back where we were strangers
If I could
I would change the past
Miss out the step that made us met
Back where we were strangers
Only If I could
Love has changed us Love has hurt us
But
We’ve grew up stronger
Grew wiser
When the nights fall in
Thoughts come back like a boomerang
All you wish is that you never had or never threw
If I could
I would freeze time Let it stop on the dot
Before it’s too late
Light up a candle
Make A wish
“Wish you never appear”
But somehow you are here
You know you would never get him back
But it’s the memories that are flashing back
The wound becomes a scar
The memory that will be marked on you forever
However, I thank him
To open my eyes on how cruel
This world can be.
Till We Meet Again
By: Lynn Hor
A poem of sorrow and treasured memories. This goes out to anyone who is wandering, who is grieving over the loss of loved ones and people who were close to your hearts.
I was too far beyond the horizon to reach you
before you hear the faint whisper from above — “it’s time to go”
a strange emptiness sinking between these valves of cerulean blue
when every bold print of you was taken away from me
fluorescent lights haunt as wild cascades descend
when i’m left alone with the silence in the room
another round of combat with growing pains
that creep in with each treacherous new moon
but I rest in your comfort when you visit, if only in my dreams
where you tell me stories of what was and futures of how to be
longing for more conversations that should’ve been
but I know that there’s nothing we’ll be able to recreate anymore
I’ll reminisce the halcyon days of yore
where you’ve filled my life with the taste of sweet and savoury
I’ll hold onto your lessons and love in my heart
where you’ve taught me that even some flowers bloom in adversity
you’ve gone past the bridge where i cannot follow
but the memories of you are not ephemeral
I know that every star is embroidered with your smile
and your voice woven into every gentle breeze
this is not farewell
for you are alive in my mind
I’ll carry every quintessential piece of you with me
till we meet again, at the eternal gates of the Silver City.
M . O . M
By: Sheryl
This poem is inspired by The Conjuring where the kids are being haunted by demonic activities. The kids look normal on the outside but before they sleep- the demons come out to play.
“Hey Mom, I think there’s a monster under my bed”
Who opened the tunnel that led you here
The shadows that appear right there
“What is your purpose coming here”
“Just leave me alone” I screamed in fear
But the image stays there, without a muscle moved
It stands and observed from there
Quickly hovering the blanket over my head
The only protection I have on my bed
Wood creaking, the image seems closer
Shivering in fear, a cold sweat I can feel
A large wind with an echo behind
Is my mother standing behind all this while
Mother O Mighty, please protect me
From the night with Monsters under me.
The Witness is Here
By: Julia Rosalyn
Inspired by classical literature regarding Melmoth the Wanderer, this poem tells the tale of the Witness, an unnamed entity who carries out retribution for the sins of humanity. Perpetually watching, it reminds us that no sin ever truly goes unseen.
Shards of breath pierces his skin,
A crippling cold trails his steps,
As he paces along the cobbled paths,
His courage turns into a swift flinch.
Hush, for she is here,
Rustling silk that invades his vision,
All Light yields to this conqueror of Dark,
Who bears the broken world on her back,
And treads its crimson path.
“A sin for a sin”, she whispers,
With all the knowledge of temptation,
Oh, but she watched him falter,
Drudged by the fear of oblivion.
She has wandered through treacherous lands,
A witness destined for damnation,
What is a mere man but an ally of vice?
A reprise of many before him,
Doomed from reaching salvation.
That breathless face preludes with a smile,
As her desire sinks into his desperation,
He grasps her hand of assurance,
And at once, the deal is struck.
As the gleam in his eyes fades,
His soul begins to succumb from whence he came,
Back into the ashes of which he had once burned,
A scarlet flame to complement the stain on his hands,
As voices echo the sins he once prevailed.
To Our Graves
By: Lynn Hor
A murder mystery inspired by Taylor Swift’s sixth track on the album Evermore — “no body, no crime” (feat. HAIM). This poem follows her song in an imaginative take on Taylor’s part in a true crime story, with Este Haim as the center of a missing persons case after finding out that her husband was having an affair.
new tire treads and a newfound flame
who dwells in his home and sleeps in her sheets
the devil’s always in the details for a mere stranger
but they were no match for a fellow sinner like me
routine and ingenuity, with bleach as a friend
in mastering the art of concealing walls
justice for her reclaimed with these bare hands
leaving no trace or scent, as summer melted into fall
the man was made a missing person
with no witness or trail to call for his demise
a closed casket, she decided in hasty fashion
misty was the night, but none were in our eyes
false alibis and a dash of luck on our side
the good work of detectives and cops derailed
a timely misdirection sent from above, no less
when all the fingers pointed to her paper green-filled bags
but all the scarlet threads lead to an impasse
for the great writ of habeas corpus prevails
a story of disloyalty left untold
yet the grand mystery remains unsolved
winter has come, as we sip on champagne bliss
for his lonely body dwells in his newfound home
sleeping with stratums, twenty feet below the frozen waves
a bittersweet secret we will be taking to our graves.
From our writers Lynn Hor, Sheryl and Julia Rosalyn
