Petrichor
The mountains utter a depth I cannot decipher
Let alone the sea!
The muse from the wind carry a weight so light that it falls right at my chest
It’s as if the entire world is mine
Be the Voice that Echoes
Petrichor
The mountains utter a depth I cannot decipher
Let alone the sea!
The muse from the wind carry a weight so light that it falls right at my chest
It’s as if the entire world is mine
Which part of nature do you identify with?
Sometimes the happiest moments in our lives are just good music
A drive, a conversation with an old friend
Hot chocolate while it rains.
Nature, as it unfolds before your eyes.
It’s lying on your back watching the sky
Some silence,
Soft, dreamlike moments
that come and slip away
Leaving us stunned, unable to describe how we feel.
By Natasha Effendy
the first sip.
this cup of hot chocolate
fills my belly and mouth
with an inevitable warmth,
making me feel so at home.
the second sip.
suddenly burns me
with nostalgia,
reminding me of
the first time i saw you in that cafe,
drinking hot chocolate.
the third sip.
the cocoa powder tastes bitter
across the expanse of my taste buds;
i grimace.
remembering you
makes me reach for the sugar,
but sugarcoating the memories
doesn’t do this drink justice.
the fourth sip.
i dip the cookie
into the creamy surface
but its other half
instantly breaks off.
a symbol of how we parted ways,
snapping my heart in half
with your filthy hands.
the fifth sip.
the hot chocolate
holds a bittersweet resemblance
to your milky brown eyes,
and recalling how they looked
pains me even more.
the last sip.
the final few drops
swims away from the china
and slips down my throat,
leaving my belly burning
with an unspeakable nausea
because my mouth is sour
from our expiry date
and i just can’t seem to stomach
that one memory
of you leaving me.
Written by Rachel Goh
Five fingers
on each hand
make ten
yet, still,
they
fall short
of reaching
the cookie jar on the topmost shelf
the eraser in the nook between wall and desk
and
the hands extended to you
over the railing
your eyes say you’re tired
you’ve had enough
you want to let go
and
the wind tugs at your feet
tantalising,
promising
an eternal rest
yet, still,
these hands,
five fingers on each making ten,
seize and,
cling
on to that lifeline
you stretch a hand up
ten fingers,
five on each,
fall short
in the end
Alive
Written by: Mugilaa Selvaraja
When the hollow depth within you
Bursts into millions of flames
You’re awakened by your being
A heart thumping so fast
You feel alive
Gasping for breath
To know nothing can be
A better feeling than this
Here and now
Alive
The carte blanche present
In your very hands
Poems by Rachel G. and Koh Ze-Wen
Rainbow Colours
Rachel G.
Red is –
the flush of your cheeks
the autumn leaf in your hair
the smudge of lipstick on your lips
Orange is –
the colour of the sunset against your skin
the fruit you love so
the fence of your father’s house
Yellow is –
the shade of your favourite sweater
the sunray warming your skin
the canary you watch take flight into the skies
Green is –
the colour your eyes used to be
before white it turned
Blue is –
the sky of
the day we last spent together
the colour of your hands
when all is said and done
and you’ve gone cold
Indigo is –
the bruise on your cheek
the smeared mascara
on your tear-stained face
Violet is –
the mark on your neck
tattooed fingerprints
monochrome skins
Koh Ze-Wen
there is no teenage emotion
that is quite the shade, or
temperament, of
shame.
anger, and its cuts – trendy;
grief and its roots, in your lungs –
easy to romanticise, that kind of
suffering.
but shame
is ugly, sits
in your skin, acid
in your stomach, sizzling.
for a teenager, no label
is worse than
try-hard.
cringeworthy.
no scald quite like
caring when nobody else does.
we wear apathy like armour.
monochrome skins, shifting
to conceal
what is embarrassing.
(our hearts)
Written by: Natasha Effendy
the night is young,
but it ages too quick
under my fingers.
i feel his breath
blossom within the radius
of my flushed skin
as his facial features near mine…
my body and nerves stiffen,
ready for what’s to come next.
he steps in;
he dares to move in
with the crevices of his
rosebud lips that remind me of
springtime
in the middle of this winter;
they touch mine,
and my emotions implode.
honey.
that’s all what i could think about
because that sweet, slow taste
hangs reminiscent
upon my own tongue
and feelings
which inevitably begs for more.
one minute.
that’s all it took
for my world to wake up
from a darkness
that settled in my chest –
my night brightens.
i feel the fireflies and
Christmas lights
switch on;
resurrecting the old flame
i used to smother
until now.
Love
Why take away the life that lies on your very hands
When all life has to offer is a mystery waiting to unravel and surprise you at every turn
Laughs that could make your stomach ache
Cries which swallows up your chest
Moments that makes the time stop
Shoulders that show you are not alone
Love is so beautiful and life is filled with it
All you have got to do is choose
Choose to see love alone in life
Written by: Alexandra Goh I see her standing in front of the mirror combing her long straight hair, And I am hardly able to …