Langit

Di langit kau terbang
di tanah kau mendarat
ku doakan kau selamat pulang
tidak perlu sesiapa untuk menyiasat.

Dikau pergi membawa diri
dengan beratus teman mengisi ruang
aku lega dikau tidak bersendiri
boleh berkenalan jika di beri peluang.

Hiba rasanya bila mengetahui
dikau lenyap dari pandangan
karam dalam air, ku tidak pasti
atau telah hanyut di alam kayangan.

Berilah jawapan wahai dunia
ku tidak mahu teman-teman ku curiga
ku tahu sifat mu teramat mulia
kehadiran dikau bisa menenangkan jiwa.

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© Sher™

Game Over

Once clicked, Keplacki's 'Hell March' can be heard in the background
when I was asked to choose my battlefield, I went with 'Lucky City'
deploying the construction yard without any haste
while waiting for the ore trucks to harvest precious gold
I picked a location to strategically eradicate on-coming randomness
carefully placing the ore refinery, over the Berlin wall I build my base
altogether removing chances of amateur attacks from the Allies
with Tanya as a diversion, I have Comrade Stalin to please.

As soon as I have established the massive and featureless War Factory and Battle Lab
I begin producing weapons of mass destruction
in the wake of silence, I hear, "Armageddon is here!"
the Apocalypse Tank emerged from the close-shut steel doors
with 16 layers of heavy armour, it shatters anything that comes into contact to pieces
accompanied by the three independently-articulated grenade launchers
the Reaper lives up to its name with a tracking system sophisticated enough to lock onto fast target of the Allies
a minute after, I sent my trusted Sputnik to secure the perimeter
I am aware that half of my army is ready when I heard, "Hurry, before we end up like V3!" loud and clear
But I require more, for we are uninterceptible.

For any battle to be victorious, I need a stream of infantry
"Kill them with watermelons!", shouts a young but courageous Conscript
armed with Molotov Cocktails and classic riffles, they are the front liners of remarkable pedigree
Giving the odds of life and death to convicts serving time, I initiate the training of Flak Troopers
donning on heavy duty steel body armour and chains with satchels of explosives, I hear chilly whispers of, "Beats being in the gulag."
What comes next is simply electrifying
the mechanical body-braces and rubber coverings protect their vitals and make them immune to sharp teeth of dogs and bears
And alas, my highly anticipated commando-in-chief, Natasha Volkova, paid me a visit armoured with X-ray abilities to weaken them prey
"I am ready", I thought.

Hours passed and multiple attacks launched
the mission to uphold and protect Führer Hitler ceased
the Allies defeated our defenses of Tesla coils and Mammoth Tanks.

Game Over.

Esurient

What's trifling is figuring out paradise
A wanderer without a purpose with shades on as disguise
warm sweat trickling down a bended back
"Oh, what a balmy weather.", she thought
as she puts her hair up in a bun, she stared at the sun 
the kind of stare that possesses much hatred for the state that it has caused her to be in
but what caught her eyes, are colourful dots decorating the sky.

Shielding with her left arm
adjusting her focus to avoid direct contact from the nasty gleams
she lost her bearings and plopped butt first on the beaded white sands
coming into contact with empty shells and fragmented bottles
it must have been something sharp as she sensed a sting
"It's September now, maybe it will scar in June."
gazing back at the dots, turns out they are hot air balloons.

"When she's up there, she wants to be immortal."
caught in the middle of an azure cosmic
She has no care for the world
but she did care for the world
esurient for a permanent escapade
with eyes tightly shut she began to run
run away like a baby swallow just acquire the skills to fly
and suddenly, she hit a hard surface..
she heard a faint voice, "Sherilyn, Sherilyn, wake up!"
jolted, she realised that she's doing a nine to five.

*grumbles*

Something Blue

The clock strikes twelve

a strained substance hovered

muddled by the ambiguous scent, shapes and sizes.

Yearning for blood, could I comprehend?

while I am entangled in this impervious knot

too deep-rooted, I cannot seem to break free.

The continuous charismatic cadence

too deafening that left me masking with unsavoury moisture

that lingers inanimately just enough to coat the stench

but somehow the rhythm entices my curiousity

it heightens with every note

with every beat, draws me closer to...

The future, I was patiently waiting

was immediately within reach

but all I hear were chants of "stop"

"before you break, before you burn"

"before your body turns to ashes"

"stop".

Dizzy, I turned to look at the crowd to find a way out

let the pieces fall into place, I figured

I'll take my god damn time, I reaffirmed

I have acquired the knowledge to rise

from the blunder I call my own

to stand tall 

oh, the sweet victory I could taste

and nothing else matters

nothing...

Lost & (Almost) Found (Reworked)

Sketches of unfinished work strewn on the floor
amongst the settled furniture and antique postings
there, on the perfectly shattered glass island top
sprawled an entangled body gasping for a particular mental notion
got up, hesitant but hurried, I turned to look at the clock
the gold pendulum swings frantically
the hour hand had shifted far left
Oh, how the hours have gone by!

At the strike of 6, my tummy begins to rumble
it reminded me of the horrifying monsoon thunder
My feeble legs fumbled
with every step I'm falling deeper into the gaping hole of your lies
my body.. it's like a sense of entrapment
I squint, at the sight of a faint but lucent light
shining the thorny path that leads to my uncontaminated escape
suspended from a thin rope, swaying left to right holding on for my dear life
Every inch of my limb throbs 
attempting to lay still
when every move brings me one step closer to 6 feet under.

Destination uncertain
a wanderer, I don't have any sense of direction
tugging and hoisting myself up
my bare feet stopped on the many rudimentary edges
then came an encouraging foot step
as I fix my gaze at the extended space over my head
a shadow figure of a hand stretches towards me
"Let me, help you." came an assuring voice
I stare but I could not remember, where I've seen that face
With all the might gathered, I fathom, "Take me away.