Aziza - Hello Poetry

Sukab yang naif dan tidak tahu diri, aku masih hidup dan terpaksa melayangkan surat ini kepadamu. Aku mengelayap, mencari jalan pulang dengan nyawa yang sudah tak menempel di badan. Semenjak air bah tumpah ruah dari atas bukit kapur, nyawaku entah tersangkut di mana. Mengapa aku masih hidup itu misteri. Mungkin karena cintamu yang sialan itu. Idih, menyatakannya saja membuatku mual dan jijik. Akibat cintamu, hidupku terselaput kegelapan. Tapi lihatlah, bintang jatuh bertebaran di atas gelombang laut dan bayangannya terpantul-pantul, berbinar dan indah. Aku melihat wajahku dan bola mata yang tampak terang di antara kelegaman malam. Apakah, akhir-akhir ini, batinmu kalut juga, Sukab? Pemandangan di samudera membuat manusia menerawang jauh ke masa lalu dan sempurna melemparkan pikiran kepada dekapan kenangan. Persis seperti omong kosong yang kau selalu bicarakan dulu. Bagaimana tentang akhir hidup? Surga manakah yang sudi menerima kita? Akankah kita kembali atau mengembara lebih jauh lagi? Bisakah kau hitung dan bertaruh dengan dadu tentang nasib? Aku tidak suka kira-kira, aku mau jawaban yang pasti. Jawab aku, Sukab.

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Apr 28, 2021

Apr 28, 2021 at 2:57 AM UTC

Surat dari Alina

Sukab yang naif dan tidak tahu diri, aku masih hidup dan terpaksa melayangkan surat ini kepadamu. Aku mengelayap, mencari jalan pulang dengan nyawa yang sudah tak menempel di badan. Semenjak air bah tumpah ruah dari atas bukit kapur, nyawaku entah tersangkut di mana. Mengapa aku masih hidup itu misteri. Mungkin karena cintamu yang sialan itu. Idih, menyatakannya saja membuatku mual dan jijik. Akibat cintamu, hidupku terselaput kegelapan. Tapi lihatlah, bintang jatuh bertebaran di atas gelombang laut dan bayangannya terpantul-pantul, berbinar dan indah. Aku melihat wajahku dan bola mata yang tampak terang di antara kelegaman malam. Apakah, akhir-akhir ini, batinmu kalut juga, Sukab? Pemandangan di samudera membuat manusia menerawang jauh ke masa lalu dan sempurna melemparkan pikiran kepada dekapan kenangan. Persis seperti omong kosong yang kau selalu bicarakan dulu. Bagaimana tentang akhir hidup? Surga manakah yang sudi menerima kita? Akankah kita kembali atau mengembara lebih jauh lagi? Bisakah kau hitung dan bertaruh dengan dadu tentang nasib? Aku tidak suka kira-kira, aku mau jawaban yang pasti. Jawab aku, Sukab.

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Bukankah kita terlihat begitu jauh? sementara jarak sudah melipat dirinya begitu lekat, supaya Kau dan Aku melupakan bahwa semuanya pernah terjadi dan sudah selesai. Apa yang diinginkan kata dari Kita berdua? sepertinya mereka ingin Kau mengeja namaku yang sama sekali sulit diucapkan lidahmu, katamu lidah itu kelu dan kaku. Kau bohong. Pernahkah Kau menenggelamkan diri dalam bayangan yang terpantul dari cermin? seakan mataku mengambang di sana dan senyumku persis terpahat di bibirmu. Jawabannya Aku tahu dan Kau juga tahu.

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Mar 7, 2021

Mar 7, 2021 at 7:23 AM UTC

Jawaban

Bukankah kita terlihat begitu jauh? sementara jarak sudah melipat dirinya begitu lekat, supaya Kau dan Aku melupakan bahwa semuanya pernah terjadi dan sudah selesai. Apa yang diinginkan kata dari Kita berdua? sepertinya mereka ingin Kau mengeja namaku yang sama sekali sulit diucapkan lidahmu, katamu lidah itu kelu dan kaku. Kau bohong. Pernahkah Kau menenggelamkan diri dalam bayangan yang terpantul dari cermin? seakan mataku mengambang di sana dan senyumku persis terpahat di bibirmu. Jawabannya Aku tahu dan Kau juga tahu.

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How are you privileged to drink tea while they're huffing and puffing. Should you gulp it down while it's boiling hot, gushing down your throat. Let a chug of it burn your desire, left blisters on your scorched tongue, like your mouth caught on foul-fire. That's how I should have it, if I were you.

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Oct 30, 2020

Oct 30, 2020 at 1:44 AM UTC

Green Tea

How are you privileged to drink tea while they're huffing and puffing. Should you gulp it down while it's boiling hot, gushing down your throat. Let a chug of it burn your desire, left blisters on your scorched tongue, like your mouth caught on foul-fire. That's how I should have it, if I were you.

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Maybe love is a warm cup of tea, and a bowl of mie rebus with half cooked egg, that he made when you're pouring rain But when it gets cold, bitter and lost its flavor bliss you simply left because it's unpalatable and you're full of yourselfㅡ

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Oct 2, 2020

Oct 2, 2020 at 8:08 AM UTC

Maybe Love

Maybe love is a warm cup of tea, and a bowl of mie rebus with half cooked egg, that he made when you're pouring rain But when it gets cold, bitter and lost its flavor bliss you simply left because it's unpalatable and you're full of yourselfㅡ

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I'm now far away more distant than ever. Here shall I hide where you can not run to: a ridiculous, stormy place. Can not you see the wall I built high? Dear, how can not you see this?

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May 26, 2020

May 26, 2020 at 4:33 AM UTC

hide

I'm now far away more distant than ever. Here shall I hide where you can not run to: a ridiculous, stormy place. Can not you see the wall I built high? Dear, how can not you see this?

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write a little, delete delete delete. this goes too long, 'til i forgot how to write anymore.

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May 6, 2020

May 6, 2020 at 11:57 AM UTC

Block

write a little, delete delete delete. this goes too long, 'til i forgot how to write anymore.

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There will always be something broken left in the attic. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Kissing the dust, A hide out from sun rays. There will always be something silenced right behind the closed door: mom's chapped lips dad's cracked hands Shushed— "let our child sees no traces, ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ let them think it's alright." Not even a brave wave could sink it down they’re holding still the water's rising, seeps through every nook and cranny. but, won’t a small leak sink a great ship? He loves antiques, so much he would turn it into a shipwreck—reserved and intact.

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Mar 21, 2020

Mar 21, 2020 at 12:06 PM UTC

Wreckages

There will always be something broken left in the attic. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Kissing the dust, A hide out from sun rays. There will always be something silenced right behind the closed door: mom's chapped lips dad's cracked hands Shushed— "let our child sees no traces, ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ let them think it's alright." Not even a brave wave could sink it down they’re holding still the water's rising, seeps through every nook and cranny. but, won’t a small leak sink a great ship? He loves antiques, so much he would turn it into a shipwreck—reserved and intact.

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Our love is a sacred hardshipㅡ shared, in one portion. and every bits of our goodbye kiss will be the very time of us. As if the Time was once made just for us.

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Mar 12, 2020

Mar 12, 2020 at 5:56 AM UTC

kind of love

Our love is a sacred hardshipㅡ shared, in one portion. and every bits of our goodbye kiss will be the very time of us. As if the Time was once made just for us.

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I'm so anxious, darling I'm so in love with you. I can't bear the fact that the end is (indeed) near. So I will be honest in here, in my words I swear by your honey-voice and your tempting eyes. I can't see where the future will lead us. I can't tell you, but I am so anxious darling. I'm so in love with you.

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Mar 6, 2020

Mar 6, 2020 at 6:41 AM UTC

What's with them, picking out Love?

I'm so anxious, darling I'm so in love with you. I can't bear the fact that the end is (indeed) near. So I will be honest in here, in my words I swear by your honey-voice and your tempting eyes. I can't see where the future will lead us. I can't tell you, but I am so anxious darling. I'm so in love with you.

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we could always go back to the place where our heart belong or moving farther to the unknown we've never imagined before. search for a home, burrow deeper into it, continually growing, for it is what makes us alive.

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Mar 3, 2020

Mar 3, 2020 at 12:17 AM UTC

home

we could always go back to the place where our heart belong or moving farther to the unknown we've never imagined before. search for a home, burrow deeper into it, continually growing, for it is what makes us alive.

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