My ideas drained
Become brainless
Emotionless
No colorful feeling anymore
There’re only 2 colors left behind : black and white
“Monotone!” (Not monochrome)
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My words are imprisoned
My pen can’t draw beautiful feeling perfectly
My voices disappeared
I’ve lost my words
There’s only 1 thing left behind : death
“Death? What are you saying?”
Yes, baby, my words are on the edge of the death
Yogyakarta, July 14th, 2019-10.11 a.m.
Share My Thoughts and Emotions 
They are never dead. They will always show signs of life.
SukaDisukai oleh 1 orang
Yeah, I didn’t say that they are dead at all. Maybe “almost” dead (?). Tbh, I wasn’t serious when I wrote it as the title. I mean it’s just the way I express my writer’s block condition (and I think I was a bit of dramatic). Thanks for reading.
SukaDisukai oleh 1 orang
I actually understood it that way from the poem itself, but it is just a different interpretation:) But yes, they never die, fortunately:)
SukaDisukai oleh 1 orang
It’s okay to have different interpretation from mine. Because I’d love to let others have free interpretations of my poetry. Whether it’s the same or different.
SukaDisukai oleh 1 orang