It snapped like a twig, adust and aged
Erupted into debris, spaced and misplaced
Scattered in the night sky, soon interlaced
A journey with no end, only to be retraced
By a chain of reactions, the earth had vouchsafed
For such a being with such curio, the past had enslaved
Soon as the sun awakened, reflections then displaced
And the twig remain malformed yet unscathed
-PRK-
Here in the nightfall I often wonder
If someday the moon is gone forever
No stars, no fireflies nor a proper measure of pleasure
Neither I, nor you would know the meaning of leisure
For here even the nightfall is as loud as the waves
Clapping, applauding from inside the grave
For even silence is deafening for the nave
The longer I tried to stay to my gaze
For here in the nightfall it's never idle
And my soul is baffled in the intertidal
The leash that binds me is always guileful
But for tomorrow in life, I'll shall fight this tidal
-PRK-
Though the bottle is glazed
There's still be such a phase
Memories I couldn't erase
But I shall keep it rephrased
Never will they be replaced
For infidelity wasn't the case
It's just one of those days
The mist finger my face
-PRK-
She gave it a whirl
Ignored the whole world
In bed when she breathe
She would grit her teeth
Anxious maybe
But definitely heavy
The way she thinks
The way she drinks
And she did feel empty
She did miss him crazy
Yet she felt the sorrow
When she visualize her tomorrow
He came with class
With ice cubes in his glass
She was just a girl
With plans in a twirl
As much as it hurts
She needed the perch
She needed to find herself
Before it strikes twelve
She wasn't Cinderella
Nor did she need an umbrella
She's strong and she tried
But then... She cried
-PRK-
Once upon a time when I was a young teenager
It was either Gawai or Christmas, I don't quite remember
It was after midnight, that's what I can recall
My cousin and I talked about the future and all
She asked me what will I be when I grow up
I always knew what I wanted but then I sat up
I told her "let me tell you a story I once read"
But it was all fabricated right in my head
She loved the story but there was no ending
As we both fell asleep, in fact she was snoring
The next day I woke up I don't remember what she said
But I told myself "that was a good book I read"
I used to feel like a shapeless shadow
Often I imagined myself a cruel black widow
Often I imagined killing those who gave me the look
Those who roamed around like a textbook
But it was that story that I told my cousin
A story so pure that gave me the reason
To craft my verbs without profanity
To mash up my stanzas of reality
To explore, express, impress and influence
To walk out of the room leaving a turbulence
For plans change but dreams never do
And I changed, owing nothing speaks of you
-PRK-
