I live words, I breathe words, I am made of words.

Message from Writer

An aspiring writer from Singapore who can't make up my mind about what I really want to write.

Hence will spew out prose or poems or plays or strange mishmashes of all three.

Or just random ramblings.


June 10, 2018


empty in the day. 
grown ups gone to work,
kids to school, learning things they
will forget

quiet in the night
grown ups asleep
kids staying up, reading beneath
the blanket

an arbitrary concept. a synonym for
house, though a home is anywhere, not just a house

a wistful dream for those fleeing
discrimination across the border,
crammed into tiny boats, with only
their hope of finding a home and 
their fear of drowning for fuel


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