Prose Poetry | Ordering a Poem

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I couldn’t help hearing your conversation with a middle-aged man in a stall when I passed by on Sunday at 6 am. Seems like you left your anxiety and regret to be written on an article that released at a homepage even though it couldn’t be the headline. I would like to join, but, I just kept myself away from you and started to make a new conversation because I didn’t know if it was true or just an assumption that played in my head.

I remember when you visited my veranda few days ago, you ordered a poem. Were you joking? And these verses were created, with or without you read it.

Another day you asked me “when”, when it could be an ambiguity, between literal meaning or just a metaphor. Because in a pandemic wave, red zones, restrictions and the death that stalks us even more, the question of “when” is about mystery, prediction and uncertainty.

The distance that we can reach through a screen, my words are announcement without voice but heard by you on the other side which I hope is fine.

August 9th, 2021

Short Poem | Escape

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I don’t know what you put in your coffee while waiting for me to write you a poetry
I want to make sure that you won’t smell my anxiety or taste my break up tears

Drink your coffee till I’m done with my last verse
I want to know the limit of your patience
In your waiting, can you find a way to escape from me?

August 8th, 2021

Poem | He-Who-Teaches-Me-How-to-Laugh

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Tell me,
that you don’t come
to give me hope
or offer a new romance
Cause I won’t be trapped in the same mistake

What do you want,
by this kind of wish?
I can’t tell,
is it a joke?
Cause you’re such a flirt

From you,
I learn how to laugh :
how life is so ridiculous
how you playfully said
that I’m your dopamine resource

Once again, you make me laugh
Keeping me in our conversations
Should it be longer,
till we finish our cups of coffee?

Let it flow or go
without pressure or compulsion
We’re just actors
that follow God’s scenario

Saturday night, end of July

Poem | Footsteps to Haste

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On your footsteps to haste
On a regret that comes after
Me, my footsteps and those destination
is the same narration with yours


I knew the emptiness in you
There’s a long waiting and an old pain
You’re waiting for helping hands
or a drop of serenity that you feel difficult to find

Everyone will wake up from their long sleeps
In my awareness, I learn about what I have to finish
before giving you an answer
or else I’ll end up swallow my bitter pills

July 19th, 2021 – during the sunset

Poem | Drama King

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Give me an evidence if your love is the truth that I can trust
Bring me hope from your deepest heart
Make me say “no” to any doubt

Give me an evidence if your shoulder is the best place to cry on
Bring me warmth from your embrace
Wipe my sorrow like I sweep the dirt on the floor

Don’t promise me anything
If you can’t keep your heart from lying
and put makeup of a fake smile

Look at me
Tell me everything with your eyes
Let’s shut our mouth for a moment
Will you?

God, I should be grateful
for Your guidance
so I can be on track to stay sane
away from the drama he created to drive me insane

May 3rd, 2021