darkfevrier - Hello Poetry

Hampir lebih separuh hidupku Tidak ada hati yang ada.. Ya, hati ini sudah terisi sebuah batu yang amat keras Tetapi bukannya Aku tidak mau ada.. Terkadang Aku termenung sendiri di dalam kesendirian Sesambil menatap pemandangan yang ada di depan mata Hati ini terus bertanya-tanya Sebenarnya apa.. Apa yang Aku inginkan? Apa yang Aku butuhkan? Lelaki seperti apa? Siapa dia? Kepala ini selalu berbisik bahwa ada saatnya akan hadir Jiwa ini juga mengatakan untuk tetap menjaganya Menjaga jiwa dan hati ini untuk suatu raga.. Raga yang tidak bisa ku sentuh keberadaanya Rasa ini selalu meyakini dia ada Ya, mungkin di suatu sudut yang sangat tidak terlihat.. Bahkan mugkin tidak ada Dan tidak pernah..

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Jun 20, 2017

Jun 20, 2017 at 2:31 PM UTC

darkfevrier

Tidak Pernah Ada (Never Existed) // [bahasa]

Hampir lebih separuh hidupku Tidak ada hati yang ada.. Ya, hati ini sudah terisi sebuah batu yang amat keras Tetapi bukannya Aku tidak mau ada.. Terkadang Aku termenung sendiri di dalam kesendirian Sesambil menatap pemandangan yang ada di depan mata Hati ini terus bertanya-tanya Sebenarnya apa.. Apa yang Aku inginkan? Apa yang Aku butuhkan? Lelaki seperti apa? Siapa dia? Kepala ini selalu berbisik bahwa ada saatnya akan hadir Jiwa ini juga mengatakan untuk tetap menjaganya Menjaga jiwa dan hati ini untuk suatu raga.. Raga yang tidak bisa ku sentuh keberadaanya Rasa ini selalu meyakini dia ada Ya, mungkin di suatu sudut yang sangat tidak terlihat.. Bahkan mugkin tidak ada Dan tidak pernah..

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Beauty is in the eye of the beholder I told her As her knees trembled from the weight of the compliment I bestowed her Often benevolent Clearly Heavensent If God truly has say in the matter Awkwardly eloquent She reflected pretentiousness Yet never projected the latter Her eyes luminescent Her body quintessence To a hedonist, a lover, or sculptor She beared the essence of loathsome life lessons So there lay apprehension When I vowed to properly love her

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darkfevrier

Feb 14, 2017

Feb 14, 2017 at 11:21 PM UTC

Illuminationworkshop

Ara

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder I told her As her knees trembled from the weight of the compliment I bestowed her Often benevolent Clearly Heavensent If God truly has say in the matter Awkwardly eloquent She reflected pretentiousness Yet never projected the latter Her eyes luminescent Her body quintessence To a hedonist, a lover, or sculptor She beared the essence of loathsome life lessons So there lay apprehension When I vowed to properly love her

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at the end of the day, still i'm wondering if everything i do is really 'me' knowing the fact that i'm doing this with my heart it doesn't even make sense to feel for me.. here and there, i have a wish upon the sky to make my wish become a real movie.. a real movie that never have a fake ending.

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Feb 14, 2017

Feb 14, 2017 at 10:36 AM UTC

darkfevrier

end of the day,

at the end of the day, still i'm wondering if everything i do is really 'me' knowing the fact that i'm doing this with my heart it doesn't even make sense to feel for me.. here and there, i have a wish upon the sky to make my wish become a real movie.. a real movie that never have a fake ending.

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mungkin aku gila semua tidak ada yang sempurna.. bagaimana hati ini bisa berlabuh di kamu? aku tak ingin mengiginkanmu lebih dari apapun aku ingin sendiri.. aku tak mau mengulangi kesalahan itu lagi memang aku harus akui jikalau.. bahwa aku tidak bisa menerima dengan apa adanya itu bukanlah hal yang buruk karena aku memang layak.. pantas mendapatkan cinta yang sebenarnya

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Feb 14, 2017

Feb 14, 2017 at 10:27 AM UTC

darkfevrier

mungkin aku gila (perhaps i'm crazy) // [bahasa]

mungkin aku gila semua tidak ada yang sempurna.. bagaimana hati ini bisa berlabuh di kamu? aku tak ingin mengiginkanmu lebih dari apapun aku ingin sendiri.. aku tak mau mengulangi kesalahan itu lagi memang aku harus akui jikalau.. bahwa aku tidak bisa menerima dengan apa adanya itu bukanlah hal yang buruk karena aku memang layak.. pantas mendapatkan cinta yang sebenarnya

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My whole body feels okay but there's something inside of me that scream harder than ever. To be honest, i can't feel my heart beat normally, i can't feel my body in the right place, i can't used my brain correctly, i can't feel my hands do things better. Is it normal? it's just a feeling, my feeling. I think i'm missing something, mysterious thing that i can't discover it yet. Everyday, i wonder if there's something i have to know. Something that meant to be and belong to me in this world. And i know it really breaks my heart to know the fact that i don't belong anywhere and everywhere for this time. I just.. i want to belong somewhere where i could be happy and find peace in myself.

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Feb 14, 2017

Feb 14, 2017 at 10:16 AM UTC

darkfevrier

what i'm feeling (it's just a feeling)

My whole body feels okay but there's something inside of me that scream harder than ever. To be honest, i can't feel my heart beat normally, i can't feel my body in the right place, i can't used my brain correctly, i can't feel my hands do things better. Is it normal? it's just a feeling, my feeling. I think i'm missing something, mysterious thing that i can't discover it yet. Everyday, i wonder if there's something i have to know. Something that meant to be and belong to me in this world. And i know it really breaks my heart to know the fact that i don't belong anywhere and everywhere for this time. I just.. i want to belong somewhere where i could be happy and find peace in myself.

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what love really is.. it's not just a word of 'love' it's surreal it's untouchable unconditional.. nothing could last for a while it ain't a video game to play it's never having to say "sorry"

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Feb 9, 2017

Feb 9, 2017 at 8:51 AM UTC

darkfevrier

what is love?

what love really is.. it's not just a word of 'love' it's surreal it's untouchable unconditional.. nothing could last for a while it ain't a video game to play it's never having to say "sorry"

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Because your voice was at my side I gave him pain, Because within my hand I held Your hand again. There is no word nor any sign Can make amend -- - He is a stranger to me now Who was my friend.

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darkfevrier

Dec 3, 2016

Dec 3, 2016 at 9:58 PM UTC

James Joyce

Because Your Voice Was at My Side

Because your voice was at my side I gave him pain, Because within my hand I held Your hand again. There is no word nor any sign Can make amend -- - He is a stranger to me now Who was my friend.

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Your hands easy weight, teasing the bees hived in my hair, your smile at the slope of my cheek. On the occasion, you press above me, glowing, spouting readiness, mystery rapes my reason When you have withdrawn your self and the magic, when only the smell of your love lingers between my ******* then, only then, can I greedily consume your presence.

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darkfevrier

Dec 3, 2016

Dec 3, 2016 at 9:51 PM UTC

Maya Angelou

Remembrance

Your hands easy weight, teasing the bees hived in my hair, your smile at the slope of my cheek. On the occasion, you press above me, glowing, spouting readiness, mystery rapes my reason When you have withdrawn your self and the magic, when only the smell of your love lingers between my ******* then, only then, can I greedily consume your presence.

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You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? 'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells Pumping in my living room. Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I'll rise. Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops. Weakened by my soulful cries. Does my haughtiness offend you? Don't you take it awful hard 'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines Diggin' in my own back yard. You may shoot me with your words, You may cut me with your eyes, You may **** me with your hatefulness, But still, like air, I'll rise. Does my sexiness upset you? Does it come as a surprise That I dance like I've got diamonds At the meeting of my thighs? Out of the huts of history's shame I rise Up from a past that's rooted in pain I rise I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide, Welling and swelling I bear in the tide. Leaving behind nights of terror and fear I rise Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear I rise Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, I am the dream and the hope of the slave. I rise I rise I rise.

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darkfevrier

Dec 3, 2016

Dec 3, 2016 at 9:51 PM UTC

Maya Angelou

Still I Rise

You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? 'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells Pumping in my living room. Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I'll rise. Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops. Weakened by my soulful cries. Does my haughtiness offend you? Don't you take it awful hard 'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines Diggin' in my own back yard. You may shoot me with your words, You may cut me with your eyes, You may **** me with your hatefulness, But still, like air, I'll rise. Does my sexiness upset you? Does it come as a surprise That I dance like I've got diamonds At the meeting of my thighs? Out of the huts of history's shame I rise Up from a past that's rooted in pain I rise I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide, Welling and swelling I bear in the tide. Leaving behind nights of terror and fear I rise Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear I rise Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, I am the dream and the hope of the slave. I rise I rise I rise.

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Beloved, In what other lives or lands Have I known your lips Your Hands Your Laughter brave Irreverent. Those sweet excesses that I do adore. What surety is there That we will meet again, On other worlds some Future time undated. I defy my body's haste. Without the promise Of one more sweet encounter I will not deign to die.

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darkfevrier

Dec 3, 2016

Dec 3, 2016 at 9:49 PM UTC

Maya Angelou

Refusal

Beloved, In what other lives or lands Have I known your lips Your Hands Your Laughter brave Irreverent. Those sweet excesses that I do adore. What surety is there That we will meet again, On other worlds some Future time undated. I defy my body's haste. Without the promise Of one more sweet encounter I will not deign to die.

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