Poem : When You’re Not My Home Anymore

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I thought home is only a building
A place where we take shelter from heat and rain
A place where we come back after a long journey
A place where we grow and reap love and affection

They said the truth
Home isn’t only building or homeland
But also someone
Where your soul belongs

You know,
about where to start, depart and arrive
when you can call it home

You know,
about home that was left by its occupant
when living in it was like a curse

You know,
when you’re not my home anymore
what else should I defend?

26/02/2021

Poem : Eulogy

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For you,
who have gone
who said goodbye
picked up by fate

In your eyes,
an obvious death
In your ears,
the death bell rang

Your name,
is mentioned
in a nostalgia
and prayers

About laugh and tears
about love and pain
that you left
which I took as a lesson

To You,
everything will return
To you,
this poem I hand over to

21/02/2021

*) eulogy (n) : a speech or piece of writing containing high praise of a person or thing

Here, I am (A Letter)

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Hi, WordPress and all,

It’s been a while since my last post in the middle of September 2020 ago. A lot of things happened to me in 2020. Good, bad, bitter, sweet, sadness, happiness etc. I’ve had to struggle to keep my health and sanity as well. Thankfully, I could handle it. So, how’s your 2020? I hope you all did great.

As I’ve ever said on my old posts, writing means a lot to me. My hobby, my passion, my way to express thought and feeling, my way to share and encourage others, even my stress reliever. That’s why I still write during my absence on WordPress. Yeah, I keep writing, but on another platform.

I’ve thought to quit and leave WordPress before. But, it’s also dilematic at the same time. I wanted to quit and leave. But, what’s the reason?

I’m not the one who loves to do something without any specific purpose and reason. If I don’t know why I should do something, if I don’t know what I’m doing it for, then I might doubt of what I do. So, here I am. Come back.

Well, it’s a bit awkward to write this kind of letter excuse. Since I haven’t written anything in English for almost 5 months, I’m sorry if I couldn’t state my word properly.

Sincerely yours,

Luna

Poem | Direction to the Door

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Tell me where do you wanna go

Tell me your direction instead of making us lost in confussion

We’re in chaos

But, the nonsense talk still continue like on going episodes of TV drama

We don’t want to spread a panic to you all

Should we believe if the possibilities seem like shut their doors?

Yogyakarta, September 15th, 2020-11.03 a.m.

Poem | Lucid

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In her head, movie-liked scenes were played with a speed that made her out of breath.
Then, a background turned into an unknown place and I found a girl chased something like her own shadow.
But, the shadow ran too fast till a girl fall and screamed with the lowest voice I’ve ever heard

Kid, what time is it now?”

*) Lucid (adj.) :1. clearly expressed; easy to understand 2. clear in one’s mind; in control of one’s thoughts

Yogyakarta, September 7th, 2020-05.20 a.m.

Poem | Amortentia

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Amortentia (1)

Smell of love
Flowing through our gaze
Captured by heart
Turns into a feel
That only us can understand

Amortentia (2)

Oh dear, how to extinguish a fire before I’m in flames?
If I had to burn, would you like to give me splash of water?

Amortentia (3)

How do you put logic over emotion, to distinguish between love and obsession?
Those pretty girls aren’t for collection
unless you’re too easy to fall in love
If it’s just an infatuation, how can you hold it back?

Yogyakarta, August 31st, 2020-05.40 a.m.

Poem | White Flag

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Why do I have to put a smile,if all I want is crying?
I won’t run out of tears
cause I keep it for a reason
that you might know or not
except I sell it
for the sake of attention

I regret and thankful of what you’ve created
I hate and love every footstep you’ve left
Never disappeared even though dry and wet months always change
Is forgetting really necessary?

My memory isn’t good enough
to memorize every single A to Z
But, you could force me to remember those pains
with every detail and piece of your act
You taught me to forgive
to make a peace and accept the fact that I should raise the white flag
so you could attack
But, I won’t
For sure

Yogyakarta, August 25th, 2020-03.15 p.m.

*) Note : a white flag is internationally used as a symbol of surrender, truce or request of negotiation.

Poem | Independence Day in Pandemic

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August comes with warmth
free us from wet months
taking us out of cold

August brings an eternal flame
from the hearts burning with spirit;
minds that are craving for freedom;
and hands that are working for eternity

August sings a hymn
about an anniversary that’s celebrated by silence
cause everyone hides in their room
afraid of making longer list of new cases

We welcome August in grief
cause statistic is still increasing
meanwhile we keep growing our apathy
like everything is fine

We’re free but bound to an agreement of ‘do’s and don’t’
We can’t step out of the lines between
cause freedom should make a human human

Yogyakarta, August 17th, 2020-11.09 a.m.

*) Happy 75th Independence Day of Indonesia

Poem | What If

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What’s fairytale?
What’s romance?
I’m in love
and hate to admit
that it might kill me

I fall to stand up
even I try to find a reason to give up
almost make an excuse to suicide

I sleep to wake up
erasing my burden
and escaping from pain

But, this pain doesn’t allow me to sleep
So, I take a pen, think and write,
What if I never wake up from my bed?”

Yogyakarta, August 16th, 2020-during a heavy rain

Poem | An Old Romance

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Do you wanna see what inside my heart?
So, you’ll know what my fear looks like
Here, I keep your secrets from the past
which haunt me
cause you’re so far away
Trying to put the doubt in
or just burn the jealousy in my chest

I hate the distance
that gives a chance to her and you
to meet in the same room
But, I hate the chance more
that gives you a possibility to replay an old romance

Yogyakarta, August 10th, 2020-during lunch break