Your chest
becomes lightning
in the air,
when
I chant
your worries.
A stare
like waves
on the ocean,
when
it meets
your anxiety.
Jan 26, 2022
Jan 26, 2022 at 3:12 PM UTC
I couldn't be silent as the train I was on sped all the way to a station I didn't recognize, I had no control over the engines screaming to be replaced, I couldn't catch up any longer, and the more I ran, the less I knew the speed to stop at.
How could I just stand there as the hands of time continued to swing, hurling me from one strange and unpleasant page to another? I'm not sure when everything will be finished, on which page this story will end in a long epilogue, or in whose hands this turmoil will be reconciled.
How could I be fine when my head was hit by blunt objects, my limbs were entangled by the weak and helpless, my heart was pumping nonstop, the heart was drained and empty space was left, my mouth was locked, and as much as I tried to free myself, I only increased the grip on my body, and the wound was getting worse? the situation will deteriorate
How can I just stand there and stare?
While stomachs demand that they be filled, notes demand that they be cleared, and people want that they be scheduled. The days torment me relentlessly; during the day, I am dark and color blind; at night, I stutter, and all colors beg to be painted tomorrow.
How can I be like this when the sky is endless, the rain falls on any cheek, other flowers grow and new buds form, the chess horse continues to gallop, or the pen and paper have reached the abyss of the book?
How am I supposed to...
Oh **** it!
I'm sick of sentences; I'm no longer strong.
This story has concluded.
Jan 26, 2022
Jan 26, 2022 at 2:54 PM UTC
At times like this,
amok often reigns in the head
Complaints accompany sleep all day
Revolt to and fro
It's never good from the right
or left ear
Awake when people isolate themselves; dying
Sleep with an effort to escape tendentious thoughts
Perceived briefly in the planning that was never discussed
Missing monologue with swearing and cracking and cursing
Traces and shadows haunt the footsteps
The devil opened the door wide; come on!
Sobs broke out
The children in the soul are no longer heard
Buitenzorg
April, 2020
May 1, 2020
May 1, 2020 at 9:36 AM UTC
some are thriving on the porch
after the black shadow is gone
move from upstream to downstream
on the ground which actually cracks
the moon clings to weeding out the horizon
with perfect rounded handsome
being yourself
half did not exist
O sleeping gem
as if I could reach you
I will fall deeply
so that at the same time sinking in the bottomless sea
at the tip of your eyes
Bogor, 2019
Jul 23, 2019
Jul 23, 2019 at 5:30 AM UTC
be problem crumbs among millions of happiness
is an absolute condition
I was sentenced to death
that happiness belongs to some people who are not me
without a rope to hold on to
my body collapsed and almost melted with the ground
a part of me burned
others were scattered
at a crossroads
in the middle of the city
in the bags of morning scavengers
I got cut
bleeding but not in arteries
I fell down
but not to the bottom of the cliff
is into pretense
Jul 23, 2019
Jul 23, 2019 at 5:24 AM UTC
Start something with no desire and without much intention embedded
Like knitting fabric without thread
Collect the strands after the silk from the worm that hangs on the sleeve of the tree
Self-exploit
Seek capital and foster determination as much as possible
A moment of consciousness
What I am doing this time is not something easy
Some time to come will feel heavy and not for a moment
Dictate education and learning that must be boring
It is not easy to deepen what I have decided
But in other words
Choosing is a path that must be taken by anyone
Regardless of what and how the choice is made
Of course the greatest consequence is to accept and run everything with the best treatment
Choosing does not mean losing one thing to another
But choosing is the form and attitude in determining the way to achieve something
Although there will be a lot of opposition and even rejection within
It is not the end
Make every difficult thing a whip
And what feels easy
Becomes the power to fulfill the difficult
For what will happen in the future
All attitudes and treatment must be embedded from this moment
Having chosen is courageous
Ready to live and wrestle all the races and obstacles ahead
So far
All new preparations have been collected
While walking slowly
Follow the directions and learn to read nature
What I have started
One day
I have to reap
Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 3:44 PM UTC