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Born on the 25th of October 1989 in the small town of Taiping, Malaysia. I have just completed my studies for my degree in University Science Malaysia, Penang. Majored in English Language and Literature Studies and minored in Philosophy and Civilization Studies,

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: My dreams: 2 of 135

Beyond the Horizon The sky so fair and bright adorned with the colour of the rainbow and the wings of soaring birds and the floating clouds each bearing, life-giving rain bringing joy to many and nourishing, the earth below. The sea so tranquil and silent as fishes explore, its deep blue depths for treasures unknown and stor...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Forbidden: 2 of 101

Forbidden Ambrosia. What do I see, smiling before me - a girl in her youth beautiful as the blooming roses smiling like the cheerful daisies with eyes filled with graceful lilies. But there she stood; distance away hands beyond my touch and a heart beyond my grasp and also a dream – beyond reality of sweet and bitter t...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Eyes: 4 of 170

THOSE TWINKLING EYES Whose eyes are they that twinkle before me like a pair of new stars born full of joy glittering in the night. Dazzling, alluring like enchanting fireflies dancing in the darkness illumination the meadow filled, with energy. Full of life, yet so charming whose eyes are they that stirred the sleeping soul ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The end: 1 of 42

THE END The numbered pages approaching its end; Warriors and adventures, knights in shining armour, detectives and prisoners, to villians with evil hearts each will meet his goal or his demise, long awaited. Good or bad does not matter for all will wither away; The only difference one can see is the joy or sadne...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Your suicide: 1 of 33

WHERE ARE YOU? A stranger lay in silence drenched in a pool of blood A fool, many said better off dead for the shame and disgrace of crumpling his own life and throw it off the window fourteen storeys below. A humour, some shrugged and a few spit on the corpse from lips of puffed up men while some shook heads sighing while t...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Sorrow: 6 of 195

THE WIND OF SORROWS Who will hear the turbulent whispers of the wind of sorrows when all have scattered each rushing for shelter drenched and complaining shivering in the cold from the dreaded rain that grief has called upon. The wind roams around those empty deserted streets watching from the windows and peering into the ho...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Music: 6 of 170

MUSIC My senses awake, my heart feels so alive, when I feel your presence of your energy and life My soul revitalizes hearing your gentle rippling, inspiration soar like the sun that rose in the morning My spirit shall be filled with vigor by your energetic blast, and you will keep it going till as far as it can last My life...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Reality: 5 of 125

REALITY Ever searching often in frustration seems so endless with invisible barriers and unseen constrictions. Blind, self - inflicted stranded in egoism, chained in materialism as many resigned in their search for the absolute. Never knowing, their own restrictions imposed upon themselves and many others blindfolded unknowi...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Morning: 6 of 125

THE FADING MIST It's daybreak The nocturnal creatures scurried back to hiding The creepy sounds slowly ceasing witnessing the emerging rays of authority. Hours of darkness cowered into nothing Colours of freedom painting slowly, on the sky as the songs echoed in the air of new life. The mist slowly fading A phantomous being ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: If only: 1 of 19

IF ONLY If one could only hear the sound of flowing water and its life-giving song, or understand the words spoken by those commanding heartbeats telling the winds where to blow ...if only you could hear or ask of those things that I am hearing within my heart you would have found for yourself the builder of this strea...