I used to read your poems but lately you don't write you're silent and aloof you know that isn't right. You can't close a door once opened you can't abolish all your dreams you're a poet of the heart mustn't fall apart at the seams. Say what you can in words they speak the message true spoken from the heart the poems will see you through. A hermit's not your style a recluse, you are not never give up writing of things that you've been taught. I used to read your poems I'd read them once again if you would send them out (this one's from a poet friend)
Dream in words and lines They marinate Black and white Colors unimagined or named The words awaken us and accomplish their feat Do we dream verses? Do they talk with us as if to say Write me down? Record me Take me to a higher level Your fault if you forget Sculpt me and find a fresh new way with me My forever friend Somehow you will accompany me now and forever more So it goes and continues Anatomy of a poem
Somewhere amidst the mess We kept ourselves afloat We played house We moved in We fought We joked And I look back at it The same way You watch destruction And flames I see it now with an unhealthy Fascination And an upsetting amount of fear You were all I had And you were never even here
You are my unsent message. The cursor blinking rhythmically, With my heartbeat, Waiting, For me to hit send. But I am not ready, And I’m not sure if I ever will be So I left it like that. Unsent. Unseen. Unread. “I miss you.”
You messaged me today I listened to what you had to say My heart didn't hurt You didn't try to flirt You apologized to me And said you'd like to see... You'd like to see me and catch up I said okay I could talk to you today Is this healing Because I have no feeling I have no feelings left for you
In nights middle, somewhere deep in black I wake fighting off nameless foes faces grim with determined violence we grapple and punch each others shadow my pillow taking my aimed blows -someone behind me, out of sight not quite there, not quite not.
Arriving in Vienna with a broken heart and no place to place to go. I wander the empty streets- it's almost midnight and I am in search of a distraction. A bottle of wine later and some good company by my side, I think I might be alright. It's one sleep 'til the new year and I think I might be alright.
I talk behind these closed curtains Where tears echo to the sound of it’s drop And every silent gasp you hardly maintain behind every curtain Is a smile exhausted And i don’t watch from the audience I stay behind curtains Behind your burdens i see
doctor,as my guitar will add melancholia is madness waiting to occur- it needs to be snipped in the bud but nothing only may require a flower might want water know what i mean babbling will not heal or pills neither love unrequited we must pay or else
They said, "The most beautiful art is looking into someone's eyes when they talk about the things they love." And I said, "Or looking at someone you love. Or maybe, just maybe, by looking at the mirror is the most beautiful art anyone should appreciate."
Appreciation post for myself; for you and for everyone as well. You deserve more than the world has to offer.
Dear past self. If you read this, you might realize that you have been through a lot of difficult things. Look at yourself in front of the mirror so you could see yourself that has grown into a strong person. You might have gone through so much pain and scars that you are no longer trying to cover up. You have had enough and even more than enough. Let time give you a chance to meet with happiness so you can see that the world is full of beautiful people. Let them surround you, fill your days with meaning, and drive away your loneliness. Let them be proud of who you are now. You are extraordinary.
Indonesia, 21st September 2021 Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho
Roses are red Violets are blue Time goes by And I miss you
Just like me The flowers grew But soon they wilted Just like you
You were sweet This I knew Like an addiction I loved you
Now the roses are dead The violets are too The garden's all gone And so are you
Your flowers died I did too Because all along I was you
I wrote this a while ago when I had a crush on someone and it was literally crushing me. This is pretty metaphorical, but it also has a bit of literal meaning. It's a mixture of my feelings towards the person I liked and how I felt towards myself at the time.
I love him I tell myself I know that We will be together forever I don’t believe that We could be separated My thoughts tell me that He’s the love of my life Sometimes my heart lies and says I could live an eternity Without him Like my friends say “We’re perfect for each other” And you can’t tell me He’s not the one.
My mind thinks of the worst things I could do to you The worst person I've ever met With your slander And lies I could destroy you And I want to But I won't Because then I become you And I could never forgive myself for that.
I hate this person so much. With a burning passion all I want is to see them fall. But i know that is not the way to think if I want to be the bigger person. Its so hard to forgive when they don't think they need forgiveness.
I know you won’t read this and I know you won’t care but I will tell you what it was like.
It was blurry. it was slow but time was running fast. It was dusty feet and dusty souls. It was feeling nothing and then all at once. It was hating you to drown the urge of hugging you. It was writing a poem and post it wishing you will relate to it.
But who cares, you don’t.
May 2017. I wrote this instead of telling you, even though you were there, dancing next to me. And we were made out of poison, finding new ways to hurt each other.
Whether a comma, or colon: Punctuation slows my rolling I need no period. When I end no Capitalization when I begin Rulelessly I flow my art Not a single! Exclamation mark Are you not the one Who'll know? Where a question mark No longer goes
Warp the structure Bend the lines Put in repeat Let emotion unwind Make yourself Your poetry's the best Be your own ruler Pass your own test
Take your own road Where ever it leads Lover or hater It's all poetry!
Traveler Tim .
Hay No matter who you are You have my deepest respect!
Vanity All is vanity The meanings of passion The aesthetic expression The lines we draw and stay within Even love is beyond intent Vanity transcends Flowing from our pens And so we breathe again
test me my waters have remained constant rippling, reaching as far as the eye can see into the horizon; the water surrounds me my knowledge is useless when drowning in these waters; i can only flail desperately as my movements create ripples out into the open sea all these efforts all in vain all in my vein blood rushing out like the sea, light then heavy then strong like the sea, with a strong smell of salt this time, the waters are red and they reek of iron
test my waters they’ve been stained crimson with my lifeline
You are a flower Far too beautiful for me to pluck I will come to your site everyday Just to adore your sight I'll leave you in your natural habitat I cherish you But I won't be selfish I'll leave you for others to behold also Utmostly, I want what's best for you
When you cherish something, don't destroy it in an attempt to make it yours!