Poem | Today, I can’t Talk

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Today, I can’t talk
Doesn’t mean I lose my words
in arranging my stories
just a piece of wound I can’t tell
appearing on the surface
making a new scars
Oh, this blood!
dripping on the paper
that I used to write a poem
tonight

Yogyakarta, July 1st, 2020-06.09 p.m.

Poem | Could I?

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Would you like to explain every second you need to fall in love, before your first confession?
Cause it stated in your eyes
I couldn’t stare
I was frozen

Let me call your name, even I whisper to the wind, on the edge of the cliff. I’ll repeat, then memorize

Let me hear your heart beat
as if it’s the most pleasing music
that I could play all day

We’re getting closer to the same fate
after y
our long waiting
before I could realize
have I ever dreamed of it?

Tell me how should I write our names on the same page
that nobody can tear, erase or change
Could I?

Yogyakarta, June 29th, 2020-07.24 a.m.

Poem | A Devil in My Nightmare

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Don’t tell a lie!
Everyone knows,
the scratched truth you told
an angelic face you showed
how you act like a gentleman

Don’t tell a lie!
Everyone knows,
what you hide behind your mask
a devil smile, a devil’s horn
when you thought that you’re successful in trapping an innocent soul

Take off your cloak
Before it wraps you too tight
and you won’t be able to breathe
Take off your crown
Before it sticks too tight
and you’ll find it difficult
to make your head up and straight

Your mask, your cloak, your crown
Why do you have to remind me of my nightmare?

Yogyakarta, May 1st, 2020-03.23 p.m.

Poem | Living Corpse

“If this can no longer resonate,
no longer make my heart vibrate
Then like this may be how I die my first death
But, if that moment’s right now, right now…”

-BTS on Black Swan-

Is there anything scarier than the death itself?
Only if you think that the death is scary
This soul is still in my body
Returned when I woke up
“The new day is coming your way”

“How can you continue your journey without compass?”
“Tell me your destination”
“Tell me what you want”

Your choice, your reasons of all the options

Why are you just silent?
Why do you stare blankly?
My heart pulse almost stop
Leaving me in a shock
Imagining of the worst scenario
Later, I realize that you’re not sinking in a trance
Someone, please tell me
that I don’t talk to a living corpse

Yogyakarta, April 9th, 2020-09.13 a.m.

Poem | I Speak Through My Soul

“Can you imagine a world without voice?”

(i)

I’m not going to tell you about how it feels when being locked in a dark room alone

Everyone knows. Although some of them are brave enough. Some people can’t stay still, dying of fear.

(ii)

Even you shut my mouth or cut my throat, the truth is unveiled.

An unspoken one, mystery, whatever it says.

Do we need an explanation?

(iii)

If I have to tell you everything, you won’t be able to know the meaning of my gaze.

Then my love won’t be the same. And my words are nothing.

Till you let me to speak through my soul

Yogyakarta, April 7th, 2020-01.12 p.m.

Poem | Court of Boredom

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In this empty room,

missing every routine

hoping for the day of execution

the day that you’ve always been waiting for

*

If there were court of boredom, would you like to sue him for murder accusation or ease the lawsuit?

Cause why didn’t you avoid him to enter your room?

Why didn’t you fight him back?

Instead of do nothing

Yogyakarta, April 5th, 2020-07.42 p.m.

Poem | 3 a.m. Conversations

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A loud voice you can’t hear
Only me and my ears
at 3 a.m.
nobody’s around me
just night, silence and my imagination

An honest talk
“Yeah, I’m the real definition of imperfection”
Don’t expect anything
if you’re afraid of being hurt
and I’ll blame myself
for every mistakes I’ve done to you

At 3 a.m.
when you’re still dreaming under your blanket
I had a debate in my head
She gave me a death glare
gave me pressure

“Did I do a crime?”

Yogyakarta, February 5th, 2020-08.04 p.m.

Poem | Book of Silence (Part 2)

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Shout out that you’re okay
No worries
No need to sorry
Raise your voice from the ground
Let’s make some noise

Although the world can’t accept
It doesn’t matter for you
Silence runs through your blood
even in your (broken) soul
speaks louder to you
when nobody can respect the way you do

Yogyakarta, January 19th, 2020-11.08 a.m.

Poem | Book of Silence (Part 1)

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Silence means “tired”
Silence means “take a rest”
Silence means “enough”
Silence means “wandering in thought”
Silence means “lost in imagination”
Silence means anything

Silence doesn’t need your judgement
Cause it’ll be missed by its worshiper
Silence doesn’t need your interpretation
Cause it interprets everything
better than you think

Yogyakarta, January 12th, 2020-05.28 a.m.