“Ring ring rinngggg!!!” Another day of seeing the first rays of sunrise, a beautiful sign to a gloomyschedule for the day. Getting out of bed was a pain as my soul clung to the comforts ofthe mattress. Slowly, whilst dreading every step, I did my morning routine of preppingmyself for the day. After getting dressed,…
Tag: Thematic Month
The Box by P H H L
My world is a box.I dream of being brave,I dream of being free,All the colours do I see,In my world of a box It keeps me happy,It keeps me safe. Yet, why does it seem so out of place? There stands a door.How did I not see it before?Should I open it? And so I…
Dreaming the World by Austin Loo
High above the clouds,eyes scanning the viewof lush rich greenand boats so few.As clouds parted,I see a landfilled with steel treesand thick grey breeze. Through the chaos, something was glimmering.A clear blue river,with light streaks shimmering.Eyes begin to linger,trailing the blue path,catching the new scenesof ice and sand. As I go further,my eyes were lockedto…
Dear diary, I met a boy by Jade
Dear diary, I met a boy.That’s how it starts,A time, a place, a feeling,Like nothing could tear us apart. Together, we ventured into the unknown,Hand in hand, hearts soft,On a path that could never have been foretold.Living together, a reality from a dream,Home felt closer than it seemed. In a world far from home,A new…
VIII by John Smith
Dear X, I stand tall as the waves brush through the shore, dragging everything away with a relentless pull. My thoughts shattered as the harsh water collided with the rocks, melting into a singularity. But do you remember? Instead of turning the pages, you chose to tear them apart, piece by piece—heaven-made torture, one might…
The two flowers
“Adek, am I still a sunflower?” “…No. More like Sakura. How ‘bout me, kak? Am I still a lotus?” “Yeah, unbloomed, pale blue. But you’re like, surrounded in mud.” It was our own covert language, just for me and her; Our lives defined by the beauty of flowers. She was aflame with passion from a…
Quiet Hanahaki
the seeds you had planted in this garden of mine grew wild – strangled me from the inside out roots nestled in soft flesh in search for some quench of thirst but summer comes and i down sunlight by the gallon and let the petals pick my palette in wake of the jet trail across…
The Dandelion within my Heart
The soles treading the grass,wind blowing the worriesas exams finally pass.Self-presence away from stressinto Mother Nature’s home,filled with blessfrom carefree creaturesand vibrant flowers,filling the picturesque view. As I sat on a green patch,my hands brushed upona clump of dandelions.As I picked up a bunch,the wind blew its white furinto the horizonafter crashing to my face.A…
Petals of Passage by Abbirami Jegan
In my small town, garlands hung with care,Each morning, gifts for gods in fragrant air,My grandfather’s hands with gentle grace,Placed hope and love in every sacred space. Yet time, the weaver of both joy and woe,Turned garlands from a bright to somber glow,On his cold form, their beauty turned to mourn,In grief, the blossoms’ meanings…
The flowers he got me
Sunny side of spring, when I met him for the first time. Under the blue sky, we talked about our dreams, and when he handed me the flowers, I smiled. New years arrived, yet we stayed, embracing the change. Forever is a silly concept, yet we believed, when we moved miles. Love. Does it wait?…
How far is far ?
How far is far? As long as I cannot feel the warmth of your skin against mine, As long as our hearts don’t beat in sweet harmony, As long as the breath we take isn’t shared, It’s still too far. When I can’t see my reflection in your eye, When the world doesn’t fade afar,…
die Chefin hat meine Haut gekocht
“Hey, I don’t think I’ve met you yet,”was what I saidwhen we first met. I remember trekking across hills,the wind still gives me chills,Creeping through touch-me-nots.I’d send you violet tulipsin hope for a response. Red to yellow, some carnations went,The apples even blossomedunder baby’s breath.Yarrow lovers in the house of Kent,shot up like sunflowers in…
Sonder Poem by P H H L
You look up from your coffee,not only that it stands in front of you,It’s a world you look at anew You see a cupid’s creation,soft smiles and secret glances.Oh, to be young and in love!Fingers intertwined. You hear a peal of laughter,a twinkle in their eyes.The more the merrier they say,As people come into our…
Sonder by Austin Loo
As I wake up to another morning,the usual haze of pain, work and strugglefills the mind.As I walk to university,the haze refuses to leave,as I think of the work to grind.Along the way,all kinds of peoplewere walking past.To my surprise,I could see their own unique haze,as some hurried fast to class.Sonder.An experience I had frequently,as…
Sonder by Storykeeper
The rattling of the train makes me look up from my phone.A girl playing a game on a steam deck,A man reading a YA fiction book in front of me,A woman, looking like a textbook teacher, sleeping on the seats.Whenever this happens, whenever I glance at people, millions of questions come to mind, butone question…
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