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Lisa

PO# 145111
Malaysia
Malaysia
A youth who sees the world
January 3, 2019
 

The Monster

I notice the shadow in the corner of my room
As I am tap, tap tapping the keys in the gloom
It seethes with black tendrils of smoke
And through the fog, I see red eyes begin to glow

It is the monster that slinks around my house
Through the crack under the door and the holes in my yard
I am alone in this place and alone in this world
The only thoughts I hear are from the monster in my home

As I watch the shadow in the corner of my room
It grows antlers that are black and silver like the moon
I try not to move, I try not to breathe
But those glowing red eyes are still fixed upon me

It let's out a cry as shrill as the night
And I run from the room to the corridor on the right
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ANGEL BREATHING
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November 21, 2018
 

The 2d world
Can be seen in our eyes
In the tap, tap, tapping
On its LED skies

Its colours are vibrant
Its sounds are a joy
For every child now,
The screen is their toy

This 2d world
With friends from afar
Are much more connected
Than friends at a bar

Its words are our law
While life is a chore
Our 2d world can offer us more

But while we may dream
Of life on a screen
The 2d world
Is not as it seems

So put down your phones,
Apps and computers
And stop living life
Through the lens of a filter

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HAPPY THANKSGIVING 2018
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September 25, 2018
 

In the forges of ember
A shining fire glows
Sweet in its warmth
Bright in its voice and beauty
Yet deadly its vicious tongue

Watching it is a quiet entity
Black and with no form
Yet through the smoke
And curling ashes hide
Cold steely eyes and longing for more

And drawn as if
Through a call
That onyx heart
Finds a soul
So different yet so alike

They wrought chaos and disparity
Reveled in their own clarity
Yet those who be
Tore them apart
Through time and space afar

So shall it be
That heat seeketh the cold
And light seeketh the dark
For they each are nothing
Without the others' spark

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HELLO AUTUMN
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September 7, 2018
Petaling Jaya, Malaysia

Loving you hurts too much
Missing you never hurts enough
As I watch your back retreating
In the distance I know
The last time I will see you
As the person I used to know
You are Fire and Water
I the Earth and Wind
Our souls contrast in colour
But we are not for each other
My tears fall, not knowing why
If we are just friends
Then why do I cry?
Is the loss of your presence
A death in itself
Or have I given away
More than I asked?
Our destinies are different
Worlds far apart
But to me, my memory
You will always have
A special place in my heart
As I nurse my new wounds
Fresh I must start
They say that it is not wise
To cry over spilt milk
But that could never happen
While the bucket might
Have...

ENDLESS STARS
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August 7, 2018
 

She sits in the shell of a place she once knew. The shopping mall of her childhood so lively and full of colours is now a sullen husk barely clinging to threads of its former self. Still if she closes her eyes, she can almost picture it, perfect as it were in her mind. She dreams of another world and another time in her mind castle. The dream expands around her into a temporary reality and her family is there. Her sister Abigail laughs as they share a coffee bun together. Their fathers are waiting, soon they will tour the mall with its bustling music and sparkling colours. Home sings to her, this is where she belongs.

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SAY HELLO TO SUMMER
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August 6, 2018
 

Fever Dream

Henry was searching, searching for something. He didn't know what it was he needed it for but he knew that he had to have it. So he tried hard to remember and then some memory trickled through. Yes, he thought, he needed a rope to tie people up with, what people? He found the rope in a bundle amongst other hardware in the shop, he grabbed it, left the cash on the counter and headed out. His feet took him god knows where and then he began to recognize the place. He was on a mission with his team to take out a gang. The gang had been using a combination of magic and human weapons to do their dirty work.
Henry himself had infiltrated the organisation and taken out the leader in a m...

NATURAL BEAUTY
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May 21, 2018
 

She was indestructible. Or so everyone thought. She felt misunderstood as she stood there. While everyone was cheering her, she felt small...Was she really as good as they thought she was? She wanted to believe it, wanted to feel like she was deserving of their applause but something in the back of her mind wouldn't let her. While she stood on a pedestal amongst those who admired her, she felt that she did not belong. Not here, not anywhere for that matter and not with anyone but herself. Nothing she did was ever good enough. There were so many flaws, too many imperfections. It frustrated her. Made her feel as though she was always putting up a farce. Still, she smiled, even then she wore a m...

ENDLESS STARS
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January 4, 2018
 

The night sky is a clear one as we gather under the series of white canopies in the middle of the empty field. Its insides are illuminated by fairy lights casting a warm golden glow above us that is in stark contrast to the silvery grass outside in the moonlight.
Towards the middle, lively music is playing and I expect that the others must be enjoying themselves, drinking sparkling wines and mingling in the crowd. Here, few of us stray on the fringes, away from the warmth of the fete in full swing. As I look out into the darkness, counting the stars to the horizon, a light breeze sweeps across the ground. I shiver and wrap my scarf tighter around my shoulders.
"Nicole, there you are."
I tu...

A NEW DAY
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December 22, 2017
 

Hey you,
Don't be afraid,
Everything is blue,
Your words were so kind,

Hey you,
Whose tears are dry,
Young as the dew,
Some things you can't buy,

Hey you,
Where difficulties lie,
In another world,
The light is calling,

Hey you,
Don't look behind,
Love is always there,
In time you'll find,

Hey you
Don't you cry,
Don't you worry,
We'll make it alright,

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FIREWORKS
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November 21, 2017
 

Poem for Day Z

Sleep dear ones,
There's nothing to fear,
Dawn comes soon,
The end is near

Be quiet now,
The sounds I hear,
All cars are silent,
And roads are clear

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POETRY BOOKS
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September 21, 2017
 

Everyone has days when they are down and even then sometimes the blues never go away.
If you are out there and life is just getting to you, you are not alone.  
Many of us plod through quietly in silence. You never know what's churning underneath the surface.
But know this, you are brave to be strong. Do not ever discredit your difficulties no matter how trivial they seem.
Do not compare or belittle your struggles. Take a step back and rest.
Then take a deep breath and cross that bridge. You are not weak. You matter, you mean something  and someday you will get there.

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INTERNATIONAL DAY OF PEACE
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July 12, 2017
 

As I was cleaning I felt a draft in the room. It smelt sweetly of fresh flowers which was odd because I lived in the middle of an industrialized neighborhood. When I tried to locate it, I noticed that the air seemed to be sucked into the wall. On closer inspection I also noticed the wallpaper peeling slightly in the corner. The little flap that had come loose was bending in the flow of the air.

When I peeled away the whole wallpaper I found myself standing in front of an iron door. Again, this was strange. I had lived in this house for years and never once felt any sort of door or irregularity underneath the wallpaper. As far I was concerned there was only a wall that separated my home from...

SIMPLICITY DAY
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June 29, 2017
 

Michael Jackson's music had a way of bringing dormant emotions to life.
The year he passed away the media played his songs and music videos. For weeks I listened and watched an artist's life work. After that I thought to myself: whatever we the audience hear about their lives, stars and celebrities will always be enigmas.

'You Are Not Alone' had a special place in my memory of his songs. It was soulful, soothing and comforting. I took it as a memoir and as a personal blanket for days which were full of rain that never stopped. MJ's songs always stood out to me. If I had to rank the others, they would all be close seconds.

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COCONUT
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June 29, 2017
 

I'll admit that I was rather late to join the Harry Potter fandom for a kid of my generation. I only ever started to truly read the books and appreciate the movies at age 12 (many of my peers had been Potterheads since they could read). But once I picked up the series I became a die hard fan.
While watching the movie I adored all the Hogwarts teachers even though I thought they had rather eccentric personalities like Professor Snape. He was like that one scary school teacher who was just waiting to catch you the moment you did something wrong. I think the late Alan Rickman did a marvellous job of portraying him.
In the books, Professor Snape to me seemed to take on a very slightly different...

HARRY POTTER
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June 29, 2017
 

On an early morning she walked to the sea, hoping to see the sunrise. As she sat down, the sun slowly revealed itself to her. And so did someone else. She watched the sun's golden rays kiss his hair and set it aglow like a shining crown.
As he approached, she smiled remembering his face in every dream she had since childhood. Dreams of a different time and place where they knew each other with different names. There were dreams of conquest and fantasy. Days that were full of golden mornings like this one.
She raised her hands towards him and he held them gently. The waves breaking on the shore lapped lazily around her ankles as bits of soft sand crept between her toes. She rose to her feet,...

HARRY POTTER
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May 30, 2017
 

In a land of fields and rivers,
T'was a silver tree,
Its leaves doth shine forever,
For its spirit guardeth thee,

In a land of fields and rivers,
A silent heart does weep,
So silver branches quiver,
A hope to soon be free,

In a land of fields and rivers,
Thy care giveth the tree,
The wind shalt carry its whisper,
And its spirit guideth thee,

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DREAMS
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March 20, 2017
 

Beauty is too general a description yet so complex as to span so many different views.

Beauty is the art of the human body, pleasing, unique, delicate and attractive. It is also the work of some great engineer, a million factories coursing under the fabric of skin.

Beauty is in the calling of science. It is the progression of the intellectual and the knowledge of our world.

Beauty is in a painting which draws the mind into imagination, a sculpture which takes life in our dreams and a story that weaves rich, heartfelt fantasies.

Beauty is the smallest of hope in the most painful times. It is the kindness of a single smile amidst a sea of tears and bloodshed.

Beauty is the love...

ORIGINAL
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February 13, 2017
 

There is always a distinctive scent that lingers in the air after it rains. It is grassy and unusual but fundamentally clean. The rain appeals to our instincts and it harkens back to history.
Crops and wheat flourish in fields after a season of rain where the clouds pour life onto the soil and dormant seeds.
Rain has fallen like tears from the sky over grey war torn towns and cities, where old cobblestone streets bleed and tremble under the boots of men wielding guns.
The rain has watched us dance, laugh and cry. It has washed the grime from our skin and illusions from our eyes.
It is a cycle of becoming and a flow of all things just as a drop of water in the ocean will appear again when ...

LETTRS BLACK AND WHITE
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January 13, 2017
 

Burials are mostly symbolic of things that have come to an end. In mourning the living bury the dead.
It is not so much an action but a ritual for even in death, life begins again.
Tomorrow, I will bury the things that equated to us. In a little corner of my garden under a red flowering tree.
It will honour what we have been through and will seal what has yet been unsaid.
Thus it is a symbolic doing with hopes that something good might yet come about from this beginning of an end.

THE VIEW
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January 12, 2017
 

The garden where our hearts once grew is overgrown and decayed. Where the great tree used to flourish with emerald leaves and colourful baubles now has died and wilted. The trinkets we hung there for every thing that made us us, hopes, dreams, promises, idealistic, optimistic, unrealistic. Back then we loved every flaw, now they are double-edged swords.
There is no grass on the lawns that were once fresh, the white paint on the benches is peeling and grey. The sun no longer shines gaily but the skies weep in an orange shade so sickly.
The cobblestone pavement once littered with petals and shiny pebbles is  barren sand in the arid desert. This room that once used to hold my happiest memories...

LUXE CHAIR
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December 31, 2016
 

Daydreaming:
Daydreaming, some say it is a vice, a fault, a habit. To others it is a tool that shapes the mind into a blank canvas, ready for the paint brushes of imagination, opening realms of fantastic possibilities.
Lying in a field or meadow, the tiny world, unnoticed otherwise, takes on life and magic. Blades of grass towering up from the ground are skyscrapers, lining the horizon of a bustling metropolis in an unseen fairyland.
Hanging bells of foxgloves with their curved domes and trumpet silhouette hosts concertos, conducted by caterpillars. A rose, glittering with morning dew hides a theatre and a play written by a famous ladybug. The velvet petals of the rich rose carpets the feet o...

GLITTER AND GOLD
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December 24, 2016
 

A short story in ode to a videogame:
The days were always long in the forgotten city of the Gods. Although the sunlight shone brightly as it had in the days of old, the inhabitants of the city had lost their life's purpose and along with that their senses. Only a few knights remained as guardians of the realm. Forever loyal to their leader, the last God of the old ages and the last of the royal family left in that forsaken place. In reverence to the sun and with guidance from the moon, these knights travelled to distant lands to bring justice to those who sullied the name of the Gods.
One such knight would often return to the forgotten city from his expeditions just to gaze upon the beauty o...

ROGUE ONE - STAR WARS
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December 16, 2016
 

To write again, how long has it been? A year, maybe two? After feeling like I have been pulled in different directions and trapped and guilty for not making the most of my comfortable life, I return to write on this medium of digital pen and paper. When I feel that I fail in all else, I return to my words, plucked from air and my palace in my mind. I have spent too much time hiding and denying myself the urge to write. Now I am sure and I will continue to write even if I must do so in secret, away from the eyes of those around me.
To those of you who are also hiding, pursue your talents and hone your innate skill. You are strong and even more beautiful when you chase your dreams.  Those days ...

DARK ASH GREY
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December 16, 2016
 

To A Friend

Dear friend of mine,
I was happy to coincidentally bump into you today. I am glad to see that you are doing well and that you and your family are enjoying the holidays. I wish to thank you for the many times you have helped me and to apologize for not contacting you these past months. Like many schoolmates in our batch, we had fleeting laughs together but I will always be grateful for the things you have done for me.
Dear friend, I wish that you have a happy and fulfilled life. Thank you

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DARK ASH GREY
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December 16, 2016
 

Alone,
Sometimes it is nice to be alone, walking through a mall or a neighbourhood while no one knows you. It means being able to be around people with the most brief amount of socializing. Yet never too much to be suffocating.
Sometimes it is easier to be myself among strangers than with others who know me.  Strangers judge me at face value and they do not know of my failures, of my mistakes and my troubles.
Usually it is nice to have a companion or friends but sometimes I do like to be alone. Just sometimes.

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DARK ASH GREY
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November 26, 2014
Petaling Jaya, Malaysia

Do you have a conspiracy theory about a movie, game, series, person/thing/place or event from everyday life?
Care to Share? :)

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ORIGINAL
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September 17, 2014
Petaling Jaya, Malaysia

Dear you,
Have you ever been plagued with a sleepless night?  Have you ever had those few precious hours of rest denied of you?  If a good night's rest is important to those of you who read this...then, no sleep must be a torment.  What has kept you awake? Perhaps a late snack,  a horror movie, anxiety, worry, tumultuous thoughts,  an addiction, a TV programme,  your work, someone or even...a national conflict? Does sleep come in short bouts? Filled with nightmares and disturbing visions? Is reality less frightening than the terrors of your mind? Are you an avid partygoer, owl-like and wide awake? Are you one who has seen the world, seen the difficulties in your own life and the burden of res...

ORIGINAL
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September 11, 2014
Petaling Jaya, Malaysia

I'm proud to say that I can remember most of my birthdays or...more accurately,  my birthday cakes. I've also had a few very memorable ones. One of them was one of my earliest celebrations when I was still in pre-school. At that time I was a big fan of Sailor Moon and when my parents suggested that I have my cake at the end of the school day, I immediately blurted out that I wanted Sailor Moon. I didn't actually think that a request like that would be feasible.  Low and behold, after school,  the cake was there with a white square background and.... a large Sailor Moon figure in colourful icing in her famous anime pose. I was overjoyed and so were a few of my schoolmates. We ate the cake on o...

ORIGINAL
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