Poem | Pain Cemetery

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To whom should I sell this pain?
Maybe I could get a healing as an exchange
But, no one wants to buy
Although I gave the lowest price
Still no one wants
They said, “Don’t you know that we have the same pain as yours? We have too much” (while pointing at their chest)

I stopped selling or offering my pain
I’ll keep it, here and there
Based on its timeline
And in a place where it should be : the cemetery that I built in my mind

November 19th, 2021

Poem | In This Jungle

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In this jungle, we’re eyewitnesses of the cruelty and injustice
Everysecond is like cards that we bet on gambling table
This is our battlefield of goals and ambitions,
because homeland can’t grow hopes anymore
Some of them will stand with their heads up,
the others have to go home with their heads down.
In this jungle, darkness turns into an uncertainty and ignorance
Misleading us, away from the destination,
and we’ll get lost more if we can’t find any right direction

rain in the middle of June, 2021

Poem | Storyline of Crime Series

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She was sensing an infidelity
on a man who promised to make her the one and only
But, he lied

She smelled a betrayal
asking her man of what he hide
But, she found a denial

She was feeling a jealousy
after knowing that her man still kept his old lover in his mind
And they often meet behind

She shouted to him
What kind of disgrace is this?”
Then he blamed herself as a replied

She wrote a screenplay
with the perfect storyline of crime series
when a woman murdered a man for thousand times

But, he didn’t die
Cause she gave him more painful pain than the death itself

April 22nd, 2021

Poem : A Testament

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If someday I meet my fate,
I hope my voice will be louder
Even my body is burried,
my soul would be everywhere :
in a place where you can find comfort,
in a home where it can be your shelter,
from a cruelty of the world
I will sublimate into the letters,
dissolved in sentences
that I write as a testament
before everything is too late to be regretted

April 4th, 2021

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 | 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.