A bullet pierced your right chest Spitted out fresh blood Colored your alma mater Family and friends shed their tears in front of ICU in front of your death body
The next day, another student has passed his coma cause his life met the dots His injury was too severe Now, he’s free from pain But, there’s still pain inside their hearts those who left behind
It’s okay if they refused to meet you Cause now you’re meeting with God And He won’t ever refuse Cause He is the only one who asks you to come
Yogyakarta, September 29th, 2019-05.44 a.m.
*) This poem has written for remembering the death of two students of Halu Oleo University (UHO) who became the victims of police shooting during a demonstration rejecting RKUHP and Revision of KPK Law in Kendari, Southeast Sulawesi. May Allah forgive all of their sins and give them the best place beside Him.
Why’d I put too much attention? Beauty isn’t long lasting Skin will be aging Physical strength will be weaker
I can’t stop time I can’t stop growing old But, I refuse to be forgetful My mind can’t stop thinking Keep working
Memories of the old days Memories of childhood when we played together under the sun heat and rain Memories of teenagers when I was still naive in understanding what love is Memories of early 20’s when I felt that there’s big change in my life
My mind keeps it all Before being wasted away by forgetting Time helps to take care of those memories Old songs and photographs can recall While a poem helps to take care of my mind
Yogyakarta, September 24th, 2019-08.00 a.m.
*) PS : I’d like to say thank you to you all for reaching 100+ followers on my blog. I won’t go this far without your supports. Thanks for taking your time to read, like or comment on my posts. It means a lot to me. I hope I can do better next time. Have a great day, everyone! Don’t forget to be happy!
I’m tired of being nice They used my kindness to fulfill their intentions I’m tired of always smiling They misunderstood me as an attention seeker I’m tired of using metaphor They made fun of my rhyme I don’t like it!
I want to write a love poem without any word “love” I want to write a poem about you without mention your name I want to write sarcasm without anyone knows that I’m being sarcastic
I often imagine myself as a songwriter who writes thousand songs about you and our memories in the past But, I think it’d be hard because everytime I move my pen to write my lyrics everytime I rhyme a line of notes as the intro I feel like imprisoned by fears because there’s no word or note come into my head
I often imagine myself as a singer who sings thousand songs about you and our memories in the past But, I think it’d be hard because everytime I try to hit the high note everytime I enter the chorus I feel like you strangle my neck because the lyrics I want to sing got stuck in my throat and I can’t finish my singing till the end
You complained to me about an old song that plays too many times on the radio that you’ve heard this morning You decided to change to another frequency But, you still could hear it closed to your ears Because you’re the one who played the song too many times in your head without you realized maybe.
This is a story about our beautiful homeland I used to hear that the homeland is a piece of heaven Maybe God was smiling when created it Gold under the ground Pearls under the sea Mountains soar high Forests full of tress Animals were running freely
In the past, there’re still many great leaders who could be like our father, brother, friend, teacher, role model who didn’t mind to sit with us who were highly respected even to countries across the ocean
Now, this homeland has long lists of dark stories Forests are burning Smog in some areas Our neighbor is disturbed Wells dried up waiting for the rain to comes While the homeland is ruled by the robbers who hungry for power whose ambition is to perpetuate corruption
Oh, mother, please, forgive us who became ungodly children after your hard work in raising us
Yogyakarta, September 20th, 2019-09.10 a.m.
*) I hope that the catastrophic forest fires and smog in some regions in Indonesia will end soon, as well as the Corruption Eradication Commission (KPK) polemic.
I’m afraid that the same nightmare will haunt me again I was really tortured Their fake smile Their evil laugh Their sharp tounge Their poisonous words Their intimidating glare Broke me into pieces
I’m afraid of meeting another hypocrites She’s an angel in front of her allies She’s an hero in front of her boss But, she’s a queen of devil in front of me So, should I give you a standing applause? Ah, sorry, ma’am, I mean you deserve an Oscar!
I’m afraid of being imprisoned My body My heart My soul My energy My creativity My freedom My time My life Am I too greedy?
I’m afraid of being over controlled I’m not robot I’m not machine I’m not an object I’m me, myself and I! Noted!
I’m afraid of meeting mature people who have black heart who said A in the morning, B in the afternoon and C in the evening who’re so different between what they said and what’s hidden inside who have no tolerance yet close-minded who doesn’t know how to treat others like human So, what kind of devil human are they?
Yogyakarta, September 18th, 2019-06.32 p.m. -office drama is so sickening-