hello? can you hear me?
i’ve been meaning to say something
even if the signal’s not pretty.
i don’t think i can do this anymore.
i’ve grown tired of the city
where my screams tend to evade me,
my confessional streams
poured all over the polished floors
until i ran out of dreams-
i need a getaway across the seas;
somewhere deep in the country
where i can still feel a breeze;
a breath of dying somewhere pretty
as if i carelessly ripped out a page
out of my half-written biography
that takes up too much of my head
until they all cooperate to collaborate
into my nameless anthology
but how can i craft such a thing
when i’m not even dead? Continue reading When Things Don’t Work Out: A Collection of Poems
All I Can Do
by Jaclyn Heng
This is for the times I’ve had to keep a count of the number of days that went by without me getting whistled at or getting looked up-and-down while walking from my car to the BRT when travelling to college each day. A mere 7-minute walk and yet the Days I Did Not Get Catcalled count never reached a number where I needed more than my own two hands to count.
This is for the one time I sent a middle-finger to a man whistling at me from a lorry, on a day that I’d had enough. I told my parents about it and immediately got told off for being vulgar, then spent the next week using a different route to college in fear that that same man would come back for revenge.
But most of all, this is for all you girls out there who don’t even get to feel safe when walking alone on a street.
This should not be the way we have to live, yet it is. Continue reading National Poetry Month: Echo Edition (Part 2)
In conjunction with National Poetry Month, Echo Media is proud to introduce our first ever Poetry Special! We’ve compiled 6 equally compelling poems for you guys, each written by a member of our very own Creative Writing Team. Continue reading National Poetry Month: Echo Edition (Part 1)
Where are my human rights?
When did I lose my status of humanity,
become a race all too different.
When did the sins of another
become the sins of my father?
How did tomorrow’s terrorist
become synonymous with today’s entrepreneur, dreamer, son and brother?
Why do the blood and tears of my kin dilute in the face of justice?
Continue reading “Where are my human rights?”
I’ve always feared,
of swimming pools,
for their masked abilities
to accidentally drown you.
Continue reading Catharsis in A Swimming Pool
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
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
Which part of nature do you identify with?
Continue reading Monthly Musings: Nature
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
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
reminding me of
the first time i saw you in that cafe,
drinking hot chocolate. Continue reading Reminiscing Through Hot Chocolate