Bravest Everything: Poetry

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Wednesday, 13 May 2020

Poetry

Rizq

Bravest Everything 21:16:00

there is a weapon

that i keep inside my pocket

poked into the strands of my hair bun

folded under my sleeves as i roll them up

it fights with me in every battle

it makes me win

it will,

finally make me win

but the defeats towards the victory

makes me forget about the armour in my hands

the wings that soared me

the miracles that makes me heal

i blamed the Creator after thinking

i was tireless begging for help

to survive

but He gave me the shield for life

going through challenges and surviving

one

“Allah is the gifter of rizq. He tests you, but he also gives you a form of rizq to survive all of it through”

Poetry

Why Do I Still Write

Bravest Everything 21:15:00

It’s insane

the juggle of jargons

the manic grammar & punctuation

because modern day poetry

is all about aesthetics and grunge-ness

the crazy choices of words from

the dictionary that angsty 14-year-old

teenagers would use to “express themselves”

but here i am,

still writing,

it’s addictive.

It’s self-escapism through metaphors.

a damsel in distress,

(sigh, always playing victim)

“the world stops for a while”

when it keeps on moving while i prefer

to be trapped in this non-existent time machine

it’s wishing upon a dry well,

all the fantasies that you won’t get.

but still,

it is comforting.

it does not hug you

nor wipe your tears that fell

on the paper

but it lets you escape into

that insane world whenever you

revisit the page

hallucinating, if you ask me

but at least i know there

is another world that i’m safe to be in.

Poetry

Routine

Bravest Everything 21:14:00

I wake up to the shift of the bedsheet

as my mom scrolls through messages

on her tablet

I open my eyes again,

her blanket is neatly folded

and the sun screams his rays at me

through the peeking curtain

standing straight on top of my roof

oops, it is now 12.

I was about to lie down again but my tummy keeps on bugging my mouth to open and my teeth to chew

so I walked down the stairs and searched for any brunch ideals on the dining table.

I can hear the sewing machine hustling her nine to five day job accompanied by

laughter, arguments and tears

basically,

a K-drama plot.

I came down again when my mom calls for lunch,

finally showered and dressed in my T-shirt and shorts

One plate is enough to doze me again,

this time when I wake up it might by four,

it might be six,

but

the long naps won’t budge my love affair with my sleeping schedule

now that’s what we call loyalty.

Poetry

Rachel's P.O.V.

Bravest Everything 21:14:00

He is never someone else to me.

He is not a foreign soul,

he resides in the neighbourhood of my heart for years

my mother loves him

and he joins every family gathering

We shared the Big Apple;

the sunsets in Manhattan overviewed

by tall, glass skyscrapers.

I never see him any different

from classrooms to ballrooms

first class flights to private jets

intimate drinks at the bar to

lavish family parties

the comparisons are outnumbered

by my long live adoration

Why do everyone has to tell that we are different

the Lion City is not even a lion

and there is nothing wrong with that,

why would our upbringings

and last names matter when

just like any other people

our love is just..

“love”.

Poetry

Lazy Day

Bravest Everything 21:13:00

my head feels very heavy

stacks of pillow cannot

soften it out

random shows on

i watch whatever that

is played

wait...

wasn’t that series has

been aired a few

months back?

man..give back my money.

Poetry

Clingy

Bravest Everything 21:12:00

i hope that you still dance

with my shadow

toe to toe

arms on her hips

forehead bumping into your nose

lips to kiss

please don’t get angry

when she holds your hand through

every step at the empty sidewalk

don’t be too startled when she hugs you

from the back as you were looking

at ancient exhibits in museums

restrain yourself from puking when she baby talks

hold yourself back from getting mad at her when she sulks

you see,

she was left to walk alone so many times

she memorises the trail where she picked up the debris of her heart

she stares off into history and wonder why her melancholic past has to be a part of hers

her skin was never touched with tenderness

her voice was never heard

when you came into her life,

she finally knew the feeling of having company,

and to accompany someone.

I know you don’t like it,

but if you don’t mind me

asking one last favour,

please let her have that one dance.

make her have the last laugh

one touch;

a long, warm hug,

or if you think that is too much, just let her hold your hand tight,

very tight

for one more night.

please let her,

because it is enough for her

to remember

and for me

to live with.

Poetry

H.I.M.

Bravest Everything 21:09:00

how

could

you?

i was between shying away and drowning myself

in the seven seas

concealing invisible bruises that nearly

made me throw stones to

the mirror into shatters

as i cut myself from putting my

heart together

i understand why you had to break mine

because you never had any.

you brought me closer to God

but it was you that i was worshipping

i was on my knees for you in front of Him,

no wonder He would give you

such arrogance

to come with mercy

and never leave

without leaving another scar

on me.

i thought that-

screw my thoughts

when the truth is shoved right my face

the memories that you keep rewinding

just to keep me leashed beside your throne

but

God is more than a capital H.I.M.

just as He gave me the love

and give you the power

He took away the love

hence demolishing all your powers

all that is left is blazing flames

that burns all of you

and

returns back all of me.

Wednesday, 22 April 2020

Poetry

When We Meet Again

Bravest Everything 01:20:00

when we meet again

in spring

i hope that flowers will bloom on every step that i take to walk to you

and the wind blows softly whenever you chuckle

i hope it messes your hair

so that i can caress and fix it

i hope it blows a little bit harder

and give chills to your spine

so that i can warm you with my hug

i hope it continues to blow

so that i can hug tighter

and redeem all the weeks

days

and hours

of not being able to

even catch a sight of you

i hope that the streets are crowded

so that the walk becomes longer

so that our fingers will be intertwined

we’ll get to be accompanied by city lights

and my head on your shoulder

during pointless drives around town

but take me further

so that we can pay back all the times

we had to be away from the road

i wish that there is a sale

when we wander around malls

so that i can quickly shut you up with a kiss when you start to lecture on how i don’t need most of the items on display

you never knew that everything with price tags are nothing compared to your worth to me

i wish that i can steal the moments

and i wish that i can kidnap you out of this quarantine.

Poetry

Drown

Bravest Everything 01:19:00

i am asking myself

over and over again while

cringing under the shower

downpour at 1 am

"what did i do wrong?"

replaying like a mixtape

i feel like banging my own head

to the checkered walls so that

I don't have to remember any of

these again.

i am grasping for air

while my own lies drown my

face into a basin of truth

but please,

i plead,

push my head deeper

until my heart sinks

so it doesn't have to feel the pain

as it shatter due to the vows you

never promised.

don't pull my strands of hair to

pull my head

please don't save me,

i beg.

i don't want to rest my temples

at the edge with bloodshot

eyes and dry myself with a towel

and strut out looking just fine.

Please,

leave me.

Wednesday, 30 October 2019

Poetry

(Me, Trying To Be In Your Shoes)

Bravest Everything 20:03:00

I am afraid of heights
but thinking of you
makes me want to jump
from the highest building
to make up the courage to
follow you on Instagram

I loathe reading
but talking to you makes me read dictionaries from cover to cover
all editions of thesaurus
compiling lists of metaphors
just for me to end up being
silly and ask you a question
about the shapes of pizza.
but hey, i scored our first date
without reading any tips!

I never promise so that I will
get guilt off my hook
but do ask me anything,
ask me for everything,
i won’t hesitate to only say ‘yes’
and ‘yes’ is absolute,
probably the most optimist i have been for so long

but for you,
i will be brave,
and now i am.

i cannot say the things that you always want me to say
i may not be as conscious of your feelings as how you want me to
but
if i were to try
no sentence can complete the meaning of you to me
no numerical expressions can conclude on how much i love you
because it is too much.
and it is growing more and more than ever.

It would be better if i could not make you speculate on my feelings and say it myself
but this will do too,
i hope it helps.

(p/s: he approves!)

Monday, 2 September 2019

Poetry

Every Time We Hold Hands

Bravest Everything 07:06:00

every time we hold hands
i will always be taken into a different dimension
we are walking on the zebra crossing
but the pebbled stripes change into shiny wooden floors
the pedestrians bow to each other
your red sweater changes into a tuxedo
and my headscarf turns into an embroidered veil
the traffic light will become a spotlight
that lights up the ballroom
the world is our dance floor
although we never really show our moves
but my hips sway as you put your arms
around them
like how you would wrap me in them
in every queue

every time we hold hands
i will always be taken into a different dimension
when you press my hand a little harder
i will stop and look at you
my veil has now become a rag
and my crown is not in place
and there is a shark at the tip of my toes
waiting anytime for me to fall
but you are my knight in shining armour
it is in your nature to save me from
deadly predators
or
angry uncles at the parking lot
or
my mom when we come home a little bit late
or
myself.

every time we hold hands
i will always be taken into a different dimension
different timezones
different eras
different outfits
different languages, although i'm only bilingual
but
you will always be my hero
and we will keep holding hands
forever.

Poetry

Train Ride: Updated

Bravest Everything 06:46:00

the sun kisses my face

as you kiss my cheek

with one of my legs on

your lap

you will make sure that you won’t glitch

and your hands-

please ask it to behave

from scratching my thighs to holding my hands to hugging my waist

sharing earphones

you don’t mind whether it’s pink-

or it’s another melodramatic Malay song

playing

oh, the girl beside me moved to the other side immediately when the seats were empty

perhaps she felt annoyed, or cringed when we laughed and grooved to our old jams

but if only she feels what we feel at this moment of time-

i don’t think she will ever want this train ride to stop,

and i only want this feelings to end

when my heart stops beating

then only we can hop off.

Sunday, 28 July 2019

Poetry

Prayers

Bravest Everything 08:08:00

Your prayers are the loudest

in your empty,

quiet heart.

Today, it will be filled with furnitures and becomes the room to the one that owns the keys to reside into it

Poetry

Wish

Bravest Everything 08:08:00

He was every wish granted

after every prayer

but time is the wind that blows the candles

with the extinguished fire,

he vanishes.

Poetry

Amir's 24th Birthday Poem

Bravest Everything 08:06:00

you are a breathe of fresh air

after days of fuzzy hurricanes

like a meadow field your touch is warm

as i lie down on a sunny day

-fuck, i can’t finish this.

there have been many attempts of me trying to write a poem for you, giving justice to all the men that I have praised and humbled on to jeopardise my life

i even lose sleep writing for some

but my fingers just freeze on the keypad as i push my brain to think of metaphors that symbolise you,

but even thesauruses can’t find me adjectives for your anatomy because

you are real.

you are not made up of

cringey metaphors

nor similes

you are comparable to

none.

you are you.

your fingers that will remain intertwined to mine and will search for it whenever it’s out of reach

your hair that covers your sight

that needs my hand to brush it upwards

your smile that is rarely to be seen

but you’ll never let it hide as you look at me

you are you.

and

i love you

for just being you.

Poetry

Sakit

Bravest Everything 07:56:00

kita rupanya sama sahaja.

mencurahkan segala warna hati di atas mukasurat kosong ini

dan aku bagaikan menyentuh bekas luka lama tatkala membaca setiap bait kata-kata yang tak terungkapkan

ah, sakit. terasa ngilunya.

mungkin harus saja ia hanya untuk ditulis kerana setiap ayatnya sudah menghiris hatiku baris demi baris

ditusuk pedang bilah demi bilah

sakitnya hanya Tuhan dan kau saja tahu,

tiada aku tertanggung.

namun setiap sakit yang kita alami memang selamanya eksklusif untuk kita saja lalu deritanya,

memikul bebannya,

merawat sakitnya.

dan aku bukanlah rumah sakit yang bisa menghuni ratusan pesakit yang tertumpas dengan keperitan itu

namun cukuplah aku sekadar tahu

bisanya ujianmu terangkat

saat adanya aku

dalam hidupmu.

Tuesday, 18 June 2019

Poetry

"I don't know"

Bravest Everything 20:01:00

the sky that i brushed run out of paint

the house that we built with a wide lawn for your garage toppled

a tsunami hit our convertible as we leisurely drive at the beachside

my wedding dress was torn at the edges

i walked down an aisle with a burnt, worn, rug

i see my future fall into shambles

and forever

is never

i swallowed the thorns of reality down my throat

so that i will never speak about it

or anything that i believe

ever again

i am no psychic

nor a scientist to engineer time travel

but i never asked for these predictions to warn me in my sleep

and for them to all be right

i saw you left me that night

i have already cried and begged for you to stay,

a trial and error that never succeeds anyway

because i am a slow learner and i cannot pick up new tactics easily

probably i have been cursed

that separations and me are inevitable

i thought i broke the spell when your lips interlocked with mine

but

even if i am close to you like the gaps between each finger

that was sealed when they were intertwined with mine

when you hold it tight to cross the road

you will let it go when there are no more cars passing by

and chasing you to the other side is

like a heaven's reach

and

i hope that a car will drift out of nowhere

because even if the streets are empty

you have already become the death of me

-but i want you to live.

you don't have to tell me anything on what

is in your heart, love,

i have been knew.

i have lived in one of the rooms

with pictures of her on the walls

brushed my hair with her comb

and snuggled up to sleep with her blanket

just as the same as how both of you

used to tuck in after a long day

as much as i want to

change the pattern of the bedsheet

rearrange the dresser

declutter the wardrobe

it always looked the same,

love.

it always looked like love,

but one that was never meant

for me.

Thursday, 6 June 2019

Poetry

Is It Wrong

Bravest Everything 09:13:00

is it wrong if I don’t wanna be alone

and ring up your phone

is it wrong if I get out of my blanket

finally want to breathe again

is it wrong if I wanna open the curtains

and let the sunlight in

is it wrong if I find a reason

to live again

I wanna have a night drive through

the city lights

with you speeding by my side

i’ll change song by song

we’ll be unbothered

let the night pass by

i know this will go on fast

and it will never last

but finally

just finally

with you,

is all i ask.

Tuesday, 28 May 2019

Poetry

I Don't Know Why Did I Fall In Love With You

Bravest Everything 07:44:00

i don't know why did i fall in love with you,
i honestly don't.
from ten months
counting to five
moments with you are
relatively indefinite,
well,
i have always been bad at Maths.

i am not sure on what was it but,
does anyone ever tell you that
your eyes are the reflection of
your heart,
maybe that is why you cannot lie.
the way it compassionately look
at me when i tell you my endless stories,
the soft gaze that it give
when i dress up that you can't afford
to look away
it is an escapade,
full of promises
like a free fall
i am not scared
whether it is going to be
broken.

i don't know why did i fall in love with you
and i don't know why did you fall in love
with me either,
because you said i am a package
of all your pet peeves.
to be fair,
there are some parts that i may
not fond of
but those imperfections
makes you the perfect one
for me.

still,
i don't know why i fall in love in with you,
but i love you because of you,
and you made me love myself
even more too.

Sunday, 26 May 2019

Poetry

Mood Swings

Bravest Everything 08:53:00

psychologists say that if you're
experiencing mood swings for
no reason
it means that you're
missing
somebody,
but i am nobody
to you.

i am not upset
that you're gone,
i am way past that
but i am afraid
of you being around;
it seems like my past
is breathing down
my neck and
reminding me
about the extra baggage
that i carry behind my
back
tearing up my eyes
and slitting my throat,
leaving me with no words
but to let you
come again.

but then,
that is how you will be.
you will only come
but you will never stay,
i no longer see a point of waiting
but my heart still is the
dumb teen that reads chic lit
that thinks that this is another story
that will have a happy ending

but she forgets that
she can have her happy endings
with someone else
another man that will make every
decorations in her house
lighted scented candles in her rooms
polaroids in her file
baggy T-shirts that she uses to sleep

worth it.

i hope that my heart now understands
that you are not that man,
and my head too, knows that.

Wednesday, 13 May 2020

Rizq

Why Do I Still Write

Routine

Rachel's P.O.V.

Lazy Day

Clingy

H.I.M.

Wednesday, 22 April 2020

When We Meet Again

Drown

Wednesday, 30 October 2019

(Me, Trying To Be In Your Shoes)

Monday, 2 September 2019

Every Time We Hold Hands

Train Ride: Updated

Sunday, 28 July 2019

Prayers

Wish

Amir's 24th Birthday Poem

Sakit

Tuesday, 18 June 2019

"I don't know"

Thursday, 6 June 2019

Is It Wrong

Tuesday, 28 May 2019

I Don't Know Why Did I Fall In Love With You

Sunday, 26 May 2019

Mood Swings

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