kebun kopi.Hujaman asap, dentingan debu, bahkan singitnya ibu kota terasa mendarah daging. Ketika semua fana, biru pun beralih menjadi hijau nan jernih. Tetap tampak semangat berkilau rupa. Sepasang ilalang bermain ceria dengan butiran butiran embun. Cerita ini seakan kosong. Kosong dengan isinya yang berwarna. Namun rimbunmu tiada henti, jentikan jari terasa harmonis ketika kenyamanan bangkit. Apakah engkau si kebun? Tetap fana dan sesekali nyata. Kebunku, ceritakan segalanya dengan detail. Ceritakan bahwa ketika semuanya simetris, akhirnya ada yang padam dan berawal dengan indah. Kebun, tumbuhkan aku dengan iramamu wahai kebun. Dongenglah cara tumbuhmu dengan singkat dan berarti. Kapilaritas dalam darahmu melumpuhkan gumpalan insulin hingga aku tetap terjaga untuk memandang agapeku wahai kebun. Yakinlah, aroma putih itu sebuah altruisme hingga hentak rantingmu menyadarkanku. Dan akhirnya ketika terpatah semuanya begitu basah. Rekam, ingat, dan ulang. Terkontinuitas setiap hari untuk membkebun kopi.6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
picture death.I couldnt bring myself to bury her.picture death.5 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
I couldnt bring myself to empty the ground of dirt and of earthworms and of the spindly weed roots, and fill in the ochre gap with her body. Her coffee-cream fur held her tiny skeleton from falling out when they hit her. I try not to think of miniature beat-less hearts and mute lungs. I never saw her dead, but I can imagine.
They found her on the median strip. Breathless and still by the endless whoosh of traffic.
In my mind I see Mums face; I see her heart throbbing at her feet and her cradling the dog, like a precious baby to her chest. I see the love flowing down her withered cheeks and her hands pressing into the fur, desperately releasing life from her fingertips. She wrapped her in a rainbow and buried her beneath a flowering mango tree.
When I came home she was standing on worn feet, looking forlorn and waiting for me. Around the door my little sisters freckles and cheeks are stained pink and shine in the light.
theme six - breaki.theme six - break5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sometimes i wish you did not trip
into my life on a muddy slope and
ask me to keep your balance in my fingers
so i would not have to learn your true shadows
if i had stayed blissfully unaware
of the three calluses that line your
right palm where my fingers trace your skin
perhaps i would not miss holding your hand
i feign that i swallow your words as easy as water
"i haven't felt like this about someone in years"
i wish you kept it to yourself so eight days later
figuring out i meant nothing wouldn't have this impact
you tell me there are five purple marks
below your ear and above your collarbone
i want to slam a brick into a face or destroy
something beautiful so i don't feel alone
when i take my clothes off to shower
i can still see the red lines on the skin of my back
where your nails dug in; i flinch from pain
before the water even touches the scars
theme four - darki.theme four - dark5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she tells me i prefer the dark because
i want to go back to where i came from
before senses, grades, girls
when i didnt hurt from everything i see
i close my eyes when insomnia takes hold
and lead myself around the house
delicately; i feel with my toes and stretch
my fingers to grope at the edges of dreams
she preaches that i will never be without light
because she loves me and that will lead me
i know better; i know that i am not in a black hole
because reds, purples, blues erupt against closed eyelids
i cannot find black because light is a traitor
that seeps even into skin being punctured
with a home sewing needle dipped in
india ink; i pretend i can stain myself complete
when i grow sick of being jaded and teenage
angst i sit close on the couch and let you
toy with my hair; i will even rest on you and
wish i can melt back inside of you
rainbow hugssome time today,rainbow hugs5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i'm going to sneak up
in front of you
and twirl you around
in a spinning blur
faster and faster
our combined hugging force
flings our limitations away
casts our depressions out
catapults our pains over the horizon
our world will blend
in happy smudges
and rainbow giggles
around and around
and blue sky streets
midnight7:02 PMmidnight5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Two hours since its happened.
Id have expected a call by now.
What the hell is he waiting for?
A cold sweat forms on my skin.
A layer imprints itself; a stamp.
The phone, however, is silent.
Almost half past nine, and zip.
I find it ironic how he was the
One who cheated on me; jerk.
Blank stares. Blank faces. Oh,
How I wish I kissed him last,
before my car skidded away.
Its a new day, but no call. Did
I really expect one? No, but it
Doesnt help stop the tear flow.
Twelve hours. A lots supposed
To happen in that many hours.
For me, I just lost my best friend.
They say its possible to die of
A broken heart. I hope its a lie
Or then Ill be dead very soon.
bittersweetHands.bittersweet5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They once held me tenderly, a radiation of maternal sun
On a darkness that seeped in little to none.
But now, they grasp in a clawing hold,
Like manhandled slaves before being sold.
They chased my own mocha twigs with honey laughs,
Her and I similarly the equation of two halves.
But now, he kicks me to and fro,
A sand bag bleeding scarlet, a continuous flow.
Hers were sweet, amber petals that found home in the fields,
A real-life image of what heaven itself yields.
But now, his ice is pierced deep in my core,
My body crumpled, wheezing, upon the dirt-ridden floor.
Her presence was sugar to me, a mellifluous sigh,
So the last clasp of her hand felt as if I too would die.
But now, the web of scars and lies ribbon on my skin,
Like insomnia, falsely vanished but would once again begin.
Vanity's VictimCameras surround the poor girlVanity's Victim6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
feeding her pain.
as their flashes ravage her
undressing lusts shame.
but through it all she poses still
Unbeknownst to her fate
enslaved by destinys will.
For she is Vanitys Victim.
and here lies her therapy
to indulge her addiction.
until met with uninspired apathy
for without patrons praise,
and cameras wanting,
her mind is lost
in a sickness so daunting.
she heeds not my whisper,
nor examines my gaze,
I left not her side,
this casualty of fixations daze.
but I am no angel,
nor savior in this case,
and to her sanity I hold Deaths hallmark
and walk his brooding pace,
her eyes meet mine as I aim fast and firm,
and pull the trigger sadly,
with no lesson learned.
her eyes take it in,
as she has before,
a flash like all others
but now her tears run pure.
she was deaf to my whisper,
and blind to my rhyme,
i tried to tell her once,
but was never given the time.
As Death follows fast the cameras flash,
Letter to EMIL"A dezlega teama de propriul destin."Letter to EMIL6 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Mi-ai spus intr-o dimineata, in timp ce stateam pe jumatate dezbracata in stanga ta. Te-am privit si am mormait:"Buna dimineata si tie.". A fost una din diminetile in care nu mi-ai sarutat fruntea. Si acum iti mai privesc silueta pe marginea patului. Erai o carte cu pagini rupte si pierdute. Fragil? Poate.
Ti-am promis, dar nu ai crezut. Ce? Nu stiu prea bine; imi placea sa iti promit aproape orice. Fiecare promisiune se transmuta intr-o amintire si amintirea in respiratia dintre corpurile noastre si totul se transmuta in androginul pe care insa nu l-am pictat vreodata.
Paginile acelea le caut si acum. Nu imi place ca am inceput de la 19 si am terminat la 222... Unde esti tu, intreg?
"Buna dimineata!" ai privit lumanarea ce nu se terminase si mi-ai sarutat frun
ChtonianNe-am intalnit si mi-ai privit fix sanul stang,Chtonian7 years ago in Open More Like This
Dupa un timp te-ai trezit:
Unde ii sunt ochii,
Ma uitam si eu la sanul tau drept
Sau unde trebuia sa fie.
Si ti-am gasit ochii,
Dar nu ti-am spus ce gandesti.
Timp, univers, spatiu.
Incercand sa le calculam prin carti
Am ajuns la expozitia lor
Si ne-am pierdut printre tinute de gala.
Intalnindu-te in timp,
Ti-am privit sanul stang,
Nu ti-am gasit ochii,
Dar ti-am spus ce gandesti.
Offerings to DemonsOfferings to DemonsOfferings to Demons7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Relating the nightmares
Resurrecting themselves from your past
In phantom words
Of a you that only just survived.
Wrapped in my comforter like
Its cotton folds could save you
From these memories that pursue
And descend like wolves
To devastate your peace.
Lying near you to stroke your hair
Emptying all the solace in me
At your tiny feet
A meager offering to placate
The demons that wound you.
Disdaining clumsy words
For the simple strength of nearness
To become momentarily
A ward against your darkness.
IX InfantryIX Infantry10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She made allusions to the army
and red lipstick
hoping to make a connection,
smudged beyond belief or composition,
her lips fractionalized by having kept the silence.
She was always either coming or going,
never let the pulp set.
Mid-morning rum and coke,
a toast to the lost nights we can't remember, and all those faces we're told we love.
She'll sit on the floor, below the boarded up windows,
cup of 'happiness' in her hand.
The rations never seem to last.
In the corner a moth is swarming, in our dresser drawers cobwebs are
spinning and spooling and deliberating light seems and night scenes.
Edifying for situational intentions
she found herself wondering
through abacuses and lavender mandarins that had been set beside books to read,
never got to.
When the candle wax was nearly burnt out she decided it was time to rise
for another needle,
for this rousing palate was wearing and the voices were
quieting as everything begins to read 'monotony'.
Coinciding on on
theme one - introductioni.theme one - introduction5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
these are not simple, smooth transitions
they are ragged at the edges to attach
onto psyches and split-end emotions
to teach us the worst lessons about ourselves
.sparkles..sparkles.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Im always drawn to
psychos and songs in minor keys,
and the way that wet things shine.
Spend my days stuffing
memories of you in some
tiny little box labeled Pain,
[pieces like confetti]
leave it on the shelf collecting dust
until some rainy day when Im
I think Im allergic to thinking of you,
and scratching, dig a hole,
picking at a scab that isnt there.
I feel disfigured,
tied in knots that turn my stomach,
Im wrapped around
[the memory of the ring around]
and caught in thoughts like,
Does he think of me?
And I feel sick,
that I cling to things like this,
broken glass with my bare hands
just because it sparkles.
smile.one.smile.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she sits alone on the beach.
writing poetry in the sand.
writing love-notes to someone without a face.
watching her words wash out to sea.
she lay down on her stomach.
typing away the pain.
angrily smashing the keyboard.
she let's the back-space erase her frustration.
she stares up at the sky.
forming the clouds into pretty pictures.
she lets her mind wander.
she watches the figures blow away.
she dances around the back-yard.
head-phones in her ears.
guitars threaten to burst her ear-drums.
she sings as well as the next guy with a mic.
she picks at the scab on her thigh.
thinking absent-mindedly about the past.
oops she's bleeding now.
she hopes a tissue will do.
she bunches up on the couch.
the t.v screeches loudly.
she watches the girl on the screen die.
she doesn't look away.
a postcard arrives in the mail.
she reads it over carefully.
an address wasn't specified.
all it said was 'smile'.
so she did.
I hate you. I miss you.i.I hate you. I miss you.5 years ago in Transgressive More Like This
whenever you smiled it was ugly. crooked. sinister.
(but you were lovely when you cried.)
you were frail. brittle. breakable. and your spine looked as though it were
ready to tear through that papery skin of yours.
(but you were a lot stronger than you looked.)
you kissed me like you had to. not like you wanted to.
(and on the rare occasion there was emotion behind the kiss, it was always, only lust.)
butterfly wings.Sometimes I feel as though there are millions of butterflies,butterfly wings.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Swelling up inside my stomach,
Fluttering against the edges of my vocal chords.
Sometimes I feel as though there are millions of butterflies suffocating me.
You destroy meYou destroy me4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I Love You.
You Use Me.
I Need You.
You bruise Me.
A bitter Sweet Infatuation.
A Sick Addiction To Self Mutilation.
You Destroy Me.
catatan subuhsebuah metafora di tengah selembar essay,catatan subuh6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sehisap menthol di pekat asap,
sebersit hangat di pahit espresso,
sekilas jingga di violet jam lima pagi,
dalam satu detik saat buka mata,
apa masih ada emosimu?
marah itu, benci itu, rindu itu?
atau semua lebur,
menjadi satu gumpalan bioplasmik
yang menyerap semua elektron sekitarmu
dan terjadi ledakan bisu di cerebellum mu
dan tanpa sadar...
kamu menjadi pujangga di dalam trance
membuat puisi tanpa berpretensi
melantun diksi yang beriluminasi
di setiap paragraf ceritamu,
di setiap ujung naskah harimu,
yang ada hanya rasa syukur,
untuk 86400 detik yang kamu lewati,
untuk setiap lembar essaymu,
untuk setiap pekat rokokmu,
untuk setiap pahit espressomu,
untuk setiap violet jam 5 pagimu,
dan yang tersisa di ambang lelapmu hanyalah...
terimakasih dan ampuni aku, Tuhan
grayscale rainbow.I'm not sure how you feel,grayscale rainbow.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I'm feeling content.
I have nothing to say,
I don't know where you went.
I'm getting no signal,
Your words aren't getting through.
You must be in a dead zone,
I hope it has a view.
Just don't take away mine,
And the colours that remain.
That's what keeps me sane.
So, I really don't mind,
That you really aren't here.
As long I have colour,
There is nothing to fear.
Flawless ImperfectionsOne Day, you will see.Flawless Imperfections6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and I pray you will see it in this photograph.
in it lies a scene I have known for so long,
you have only seen thyself through a broken mirror,
and all those cracks in the glass have found their way into your heart,
leaving this perfect portrait blind and forgotten.
but look as I see you,
for through mine eyes,
no greater beauty has made home in my sight.
Now, those cracks that have been built up in your heart, are not cells from which self confidence cannot escape,
but rather they are the the flawless imperfections that make what you are that much sweeter.
Look into this photograph and show me not beautys skin,
but rather her soul.
show me not a cracked mirror,
but the shattered shell of your self loathing.
one day it shall be known to you that beauty does not only makes home in others eyes,
but it is made home in the smile of self confidence.
and as my cameras shutter opens and closes,
this photographers eyes blink only to once
periodicbeau aer mut si rece odata cu restulperiodic6 years ago in Other More Like This
cu toate fiintele
sau pur si simplu se misca.
beau aer din paharul clatit prost
de mine sau de altii
vibrez de viata, tampita malfunctiune,
Scap de anost.
Poisoned RationalityI'm tired of all thisPoisoned Rationality6 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
I'm sick of what you're doing
I've tried my best to help you
But you spat right in my face
When I saw you falling
I reached out for you
You accepted what I offered
From then on we were friends
But just as things seemed grand
And we were both care-free
A shadow appeared from my past
Then tore it all to shreds
Now you believe I'm wrong
And all I've done is false
You've believed those lies
Ensnared in that trap
I speak words of truth
But they are not believed
So now I cut the binding threads
That held you so secure
If my words are poison
That is demoilishing you
I set you free now
Into your worst nightmare