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Sat Mar 11, 2017 5:23 pm

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Lightsong says...

Phone Screen

It glows white, displaying its content.
A result of men's brilliance, able to destroy
miles-wide distance between us

but sadly, it spurs us to look at it
and not the people to whom we are talking.
Its light, damaging our eyes when exposure stretches to hours,
doesn't mind us at all, as our insecurity
is carbon dioxide we easily exhales.

We can do whatever we want - the world
is at our fingertips. The screen flickers under our command
and we can always shut it off if something goes wrong.

"Writing, though, belongs first to the writer, and then to the reader, to the world.

The subject is a catalyst, a character, but our responsibility is, has to be, to the work."

- David L. Ulin

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Wed Mar 22, 2017 10:11 am

Lightsong says...

Friend Ship

If you can't laugh, then talk.
If you can't talk, then hold
my hand. If you're worried,
then just stay away.

"Writing, though, belongs first to the writer, and then to the reader, to the world.

The subject is a catalyst, a character, but our responsibility is, has to be, to the work."

- David L. Ulin

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Points: 25
Reviews: 472

Fri Mar 31, 2017 9:03 am

Lightsong says...

my guide

as darkness pulled me in,
playing with my brain.
as i separated from the group,
i turned to them.

the seven verses rolled out of my tongue
like a mother's lullaby soothing her baby.
under the tree i sought a place to rest
with the divine in my heart, their existence
as sure as the gravity gravitating my tired legs.

i prayed and prayed and prayed,
night's chill biting my skin,
bringing out goose flesh.
they didn't answer, but that didn't mean
they didn't hear.

a couple of light rays and screams of my name
emerged from the imposing trees, followed by
footsteps and a human figure. i let out a deep sigh,
thanking the almighty, and rushed to the teacher,
embracing him.

"Writing, though, belongs first to the writer, and then to the reader, to the world.

The subject is a catalyst, a character, but our responsibility is, has to be, to the work."

- David L. Ulin

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Points: 25
Reviews: 472

Tue Apr 04, 2017 5:10 am

Lightsong says...

happiness

it’s not about grabbing the controller,
punching its buttons as you are so close to winning.

it’s not about waiting for your turn,
to have your teacher call you as among the students
who pass the exam with flying colours.

okay, maybe those things make me happy
but do they last?
is it happiness in its purest form?

to feel like you are catapulted to the sky
and floating to touch the cloud
and seeing a flock of birds passing by in a v formation

while the people who have pushed you there
watch from below?

it’s not. there’s a thing called guiltiness
embracing my neck so firmly i can’t
shake myself out of it. it’ll whisper,

while you feel like you are in heaven,
you left them behind.

i can’t be happy just for myself,
so everyday, whenever i play the video game,
i make sure to have someone else play with me.

"Writing, though, belongs first to the writer, and then to the reader, to the world.

The subject is a catalyst, a character, but our responsibility is, has to be, to the work."

- David L. Ulin

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Points: 25
Reviews: 472

Sat Apr 08, 2017 12:50 pm

Lightsong says...

Midnight’s Reign

Isn’t it such an obvious thought
that if the day can only have
its inhabitants, draped by the sunlight,
watch when a man kill another
justice prevails at night?

Maybe not. Maybe justice
is revenge in disguise, and the people
in Sheep Village prefer to witness
than to act, prefer to say yes than to say no.

But there’s a thing called Midnight’s Reign
when the victim lives among the beasts
and suddenly, the killer realizes
the worst suffocation is one in a sea of emotion.

Too late for that. The night comes, a stage
for the beasts. They sneak into the killer’s house,
their footsteps blended with the occasional breezes,
They slit his throat and retreat in silence.

On the next day, the killer doesn’t come
into the street throwing drunk yells as usual.
The sun shines brighter, and the people?
They prefer to notice the inconsistencies
and do nothing about it. Everything turns
to its normal state.

"Writing, though, belongs first to the writer, and then to the reader, to the world.

The subject is a catalyst, a character, but our responsibility is, has to be, to the work."

- David L. Ulin

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Points: 25
Reviews: 472

Fri Apr 14, 2017 9:42 am

Lightsong says...

biar mati anak, jangan mati adat

i rebel against these words:
‘biar mati anak, jangan mati adat’.
it’s my deepest wish to rip this idiom apart
until it loses meaning.

custom cannot live if there are no
families carrying it
on a palanquin. why should there be a conflict
between it and them?

a child cannot live without custom
because without it, he will feel his way in darkness,
searching for a torch to teach him
in shaping his identity.

let custom live beside him,
and let him live beside it.
so that, at the road’s end,
civilization waits.

"Writing, though, belongs first to the writer, and then to the reader, to the world.

The subject is a catalyst, a character, but our responsibility is, has to be, to the work."

- David L. Ulin

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Points: 25
Reviews: 472

Tue Apr 18, 2017 1:49 pm

Lightsong says...

obsessions

my obsessions are these:
people under the rainbow, ancient texts,
debaters from two sides. also, curiosities:
why the moon shines, the water ripples,
and the sun rises.

i never took time to obsess over myself.
i didn't look the mirror longer than just to adjust
my tie or collars or spectacles.

there is something deep in me
that'd spit if ever it sees what's behind
the layers of this flesh. it speaks
with the whispers and the yells of those
who always find a scar anywhere on my body.

i never looked at myself. my fascination
moves from person to person, from miracle
to another, and from stories to stories.

what does it say about me?
it says i'd close my eyes if ever i take time
to ponder upon my reflection. it says tears
won't stop spilling from eyes if ever i recall
dark moments of the past.

i wish there's no black hole in my chest
that'd destroy the moment i open the jar
to look into myself.

"Writing, though, belongs first to the writer, and then to the reader, to the world.

The subject is a catalyst, a character, but our responsibility is, has to be, to the work."

- David L. Ulin

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Points: 25
Reviews: 472

Fri Apr 21, 2017 12:19 pm

Lightsong says...

our version of cinderella

remember putih (white), the daughter of a humble man?
born by his first wife, when they'd been resolute
she was infertile? his second wife born a second child,
named merah (red)?

when her mother and father died, she didn't speak
against her stepmother and stepsister. just like cinderella.
unlike cinderella, her patience paid off in the form
a cloth drifted in the river, leading her to an old woman
who asked for her assistance which she gave,
and who rewarded her with one of the pumpkins.
she chose the small one.

at home, they broke it to find jewels and a tiara.
merah and her mother yelled at her, demanding why
she didn't choose the bigger one, as it should give them
more wealth.

of course, instructed by her mother, merah emulated puth.
she followed the drifted cloth and found the old woman
but she refused to aid the woman and demanded
the bigger pumpkin.

at home, they smashed it to find poisonous snakes,
and just like that, merah and her mother repented
and asked forgiveness from putih.

(p.s. this is supposed to be women in our tales so it's actually unfinished)

"Writing, though, belongs first to the writer, and then to the reader, to the world.

The subject is a catalyst, a character, but our responsibility is, has to be, to the work."

- David L. Ulin

Gender:

Points: 25
Reviews: 472

Mon Jul 10, 2017 5:32 am

Lightsong says...

Stop Taking Control

Sometimes, it’s good to let go of control
when the one you controlled is a person
who would grow over time. You are afraid
of their bad decisions, but all firsts
are more mistakes than successes,
errors that lead to correctness.
Remember that.

The thought that have been planted
in the minds of most adults is that
‘I know what’s best for you’.
I see it when I look at the parents
and to a certain extend, I agree.
But I have to say men will never know
the labour pain pregnant women feel.

Such example focuses on the one thing
we both know is there, but only I know
it makes such a difference. My temple
is my body. I feel the flow of my blood
in my flesh, the way my chest moves
up and down as I let air to go inside
and outside of me and I know.
I know what’s best for me.

Stop taking control when the time has come
for you to teach others how to control themselves.

"Writing, though, belongs first to the writer, and then to the reader, to the world.

The subject is a catalyst, a character, but our responsibility is, has to be, to the work."

- David L. Ulin

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