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 Jun 2014 Ara
Marsya Ian
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 Jun 2014 Ara
Marsya Ian
She's the young girl
Whom I know
That has
The velvety look
In the eyes
But unchangeable
On the inside.
Whenever any
Barriers come
In her way
She patch them up
Get it done
Fearlessly without
Any hesitation.
All of the
Callous sayings
Blowing away
Towards her
Might disenchant
Her but
She stands up
And support herself.
She is a well-built
Girl with a
Powerful faith
And conviction.
Maybe she is
A solitary girl
Having fun
In her own world
But she justly
Be worthy to
Be loved.
Each and every one
Take a slight
Moment to stretch
An attention
And be thankful
For having an
Atypical flower
Rising in the beds
Of roses.

m.i
For my amazing friend, Ary :)
 Jun 2014 Ara
Ary
Poetry and promises are lies
Hidden beneath the beautiful verses
Veil by those heartbroken words.

Poetry and promises are lies
they often mark your fragile heart
not because you're hurt
it is because your life is related.

Poetry and promises are lies
Widely used to express and confess
and also for words of depress
because it works when
insecurity is at its best.

Poetry and promises are lies
they made those pretty faces wrinkle
staying up all night
to write, to read, to feel
the night.

Poetry and promises are lies
where science and logic
are above the skies
Floating they will be
in the silent sea.

Poetry and promises are lies
I wonder how it can produce cries
when all the logic
are above the skies
when they are there
to be the best sighs.

Poetry and promises are NOT lies
people are being covetous
because someone chose
poetry over another
troupe that spread lies.


a.b
 Jun 2014 Ara
Ary
There's this girl
She's like a candle
trying her best to lit her day
trying her best to warm the smiles
But she just had enough
The fire extinguishes
by the tears from her eyes
pools of sadness,sorrows,grievance
that she kept for years
that she always fears.

Repeating every song she hears
along with memories and tears
they penetrate her heart
left scars,forever.

It can't be cured by laughter
It can't be cured by cheers
It can't be cured by dollars
It can't be cured by herself
she needs years to fix it back
Worthless she feels,worth it they said.

It's hard for her to explain
even harder for them to understand
she doesn't wants friends
she isolates from them
but they're too kind to be left
so she continues the game.

She tries to see how long she can stands
how long she can survives
with faking smiles and laughs
This is too much.
She swallows everything
judgmental words suicide thoughts
for the sake to gain something
then she realizes the game was
nothing.

Nobody said it was easy
Nobody said it was fun
feels like the tears
make her awoken from the
reality that will never be pleased.


a.b
 Apr 2014 Ara
Pablo Neruda
I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine
 Mar 2014 Ara
Ary
PROMISES
 Mar 2014 Ara
Ary
Pathetic words came out
Right out from your mouth
Orally distracting
Mentally sickening
Inquisitive I became
Sadly I'm drowned
Enchanted I guess with your
S**tupid words that weren't bless.


a.b
 Feb 2014 Ara
Mike Hauser
She spends hours writing love letters
Post marking them for a later date
In case she thinks of something
More loving along the way

She adds an even number of flower petals
With a slight hint of perfume
The scent of lilac is her favorite
Sometimes a touch of cinnamon when it fits her mood

She dot's all her  " I's " with flowers
And all her punctuation marks with hearts
Because she feels that love is and always will be
A lost form of art

When she does send them on their way
Single stamped and single file
Giving each a lasting kiss
And bids a part of herself farewell
 Feb 2014 Ara
Daniel Kenneth
Promises are made to be broken and
Your words are as hollow as this home
Empty gestures I no longer believe in
And a sense of dread whenever you call
Friendship is a two way street
But I had to put all the time in
Next time you call I won't answer the phone
Find a new fool to confide in
 Jan 2014 Ara
Ary
Loving you is like an ice,
It's cold,hard,
and limpid.
I can see the real you,
But soon it melts.

Loving you is like a flower,
It blooms when it's autumn,
Sunlight penetrates the petals,
But soon it wilts.

Loving you is like a tissue,
it erases the tears,
brings the laughter,
But soon it torn,
drowned by the burden of love.

Loving you is like a book,
Those beautiful verses
are you.
But soon it ends with
a full stop.

Loving you is like a music,
rhythm rhymes.
the only thing I want to hear,
But soon the rhymes scatter.

The only thing I know
about loving you is,
Your smile is dangerous,
that I was stupid to fall
into them.


a.b
This is my current thought. Sorry if there are some grammatical errors.
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