Poem | Meeting With God

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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.

Poem | I Love Silence But Afraid of Being Lonely

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Empty
Silence
Crowded in my head
Did I build a big city on it?
Did you hear any voices?

Empty
Silence
Crowded in my heart
Did I play a music?
Did you hear any voices?

Empty
Silence
I’m a mess
Taking a deep breath
Drowning in contemplation
Silence knocks my door
Lonely welcomed
I’m afraid…

Yogyakarta, September 27th, 2019-07.44 p.m.

Poem | I Envy You

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I envy you
Because of your strength
Please, teach me how to handle the pain

I envy you
Because of your honesty
Please, teach me how to speak the truth bravely

I envy you
Because of you writing
Please, teach me how to touch others heart with your tenderness
Can you tell me what spell do you cast?

But, I also envy her
Because of her existence in your heart
Am I wrong if I want to be someone who you’re always thinking of?

Yogyakarta, September 26th, 2019-07.47 a.m.

Poem | Found a New Place

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We, human, won’t ever know what will happen next
Tomorrow is a mystery
Mistakes I’ve ever made
Trapped me in a regret
Tears of disappoinment
It’s not worth to remember

I found a new place
After waited for so long
I found a new place
After struggled with frustration

An agreement has written on the sky
Whispering with the softest voice
Hopes and dreams that come from the bottom of my heart
“Wake up and make a change!”

Yogyakarta, September 25th, 2019-06.48 p.m.

Poem | Take Care of My Mind

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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!

Poem | Sarcastic

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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

Yogyakarta, September 23rd, 2019-05.16 a.m.

Poem | An Old Song That Plays Too Many Times

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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.

Yogyakarta, September 22nd, 2019-06.36 a.m.

Poem | Law of Fire (On 3 Clauses)

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Clause 1 : Jealousy

Those death glare
All over him
Pouty lips
Such a cutie
And oh, I think I saw something sparkling
Is it firework?
or sparks in her heart?

Clause 2 : Anger

My eyes didn’t trick me
How could she keep it?
Wasn’t she afraid that it’s getting bigger?
But, it’s too late now
He already pour the gasoline on
Instead of extinguishing

Clause 3 : Revenge

The sparks became bonfire
But, it’s not for giving you warmth
Not for tightening our bonding
through talking or singing along while playing a guitar
Stay away!
The fire will burn you to the death

Yogyakarta, September 21th, 2019-05.52 a.m.

Poems About Homeland

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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.

Poem | I’m Afraid

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-