I’ve stopped aging in an era
that calls home to my soul
bid farewell to ephemera
for i would not grow old
I have outlived many days
and witnessed generations
constructed by inheritance
of family businesses
and traditions Continue reading Immortals
Prompt: What Does Malaysia Mean to You?
I’m an international student but Malaysia has always been home to me. Whenever I go back to Indonesia, I feel more like a guest than a citizen. When I think of Malaysia, I think rich culture, amazing food, and timeless history. I think of a merge between the old and the young, and passionate cities that don’t die. I think of the green rainforests with iridescent rivers, and the cool sounds of nature. I think of the overlapping languages and dialects, and cultures that have joined as one. I think of a beautiful country I’ve yet to dig deep into.
-Anonymous Continue reading Monthly Musings: Malaysia’s Independence
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 Continue reading Poems: The Duality of Mother Nature
“You drowned, miss. People don’t usually survive that, do they?”
And they never told lies, but not telling lies isn’t the same as telling the truth…
“ Continue reading Tower On The Cliffs – Part 2
One balmy day, Lynn ventured out to the cave by the bay. Technically, it was called a cove, but the phrase “cave by the cove” didn’t roll off the tongue well enough for her to accept the technical expression. Continue reading Tower On The Cliffs – Part 1
Which part of nature do you identify with?
Continue reading Monthly Musings: Nature
The kitchen is on fire, but it isn’t Boo’s fault.
Sure, he’s accident-prone, and just a tad bit mischievous, and maybe sometimes he gets muddy footprints on the carpet, but he’s not a bad kid. At least, that’s what he tells himself, knowing that the high-pitch smoke detector alarm will have his mom flying down the stairs in a flurry of ire soon enough. Continue reading Godspeed
My father cuts fruits for us every day, without fail. At 9pm we munch on slices of pear and watch Japanese news because it’s the only channel worth watching anymore. The cat ignores me yet again to lie down in front of the TV. Sometimes my mother makes a disparaging comment about Japanese fashion being weird, but that’s fine. It’s still fun to watch.
This is what family is to me, I guess. An uncomfortably hot evening spent in silence again and again. No grand gestures, just plain old routine. That’s what families are built on, anyway. A routine that repeats and repeats and before you know it, a quiet love is forged. Continue reading 14 Writers, 1 Prompt: What’s Your Definition of Family?
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
Soft, dreamlike moments
that come and slip away
Leaving us stunned, unable to describe how we feel. Continue reading Happiness
12 people, 1 prompt: What do you look forward to every day? What gets you out of bed in the mornings? Continue reading 12 People, 1 Prompt