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Shannon Soeganda Dec 2020
Tell me,

what are the things that fascinate you most?

Things that make your eyes sparkle aglow,

that soothe your awry, unrest, stirred soul.

Some are fascinated with their fiery, burning passion of life,

and some others are fascinated with their own death.

I am one of the latter.
Since you're too heavy, it's almost a joke to hang yourself, Shannon. Find another alternative.
Shannon Soeganda Nov 2020
The scent of autumn

trespasses by the name

of our paths---

as our paths intertwine

with one another;

scraping its way out

to welcome the cold,

but warm, and familiar

wintertime.
Honey smells like a wintertime to me.
Goodbye Autumn, I guess?
Shannon Soeganda Nov 2020
She is always my ghost, enshadowing my trail---

Wherever I go,

Whatever I do,

Whoever I am with---

She is but a name I can no longer speak.

In her brown eyes
I can't help but drown my self
For I have realized that

at the end of the day,

I'm nothing but an entity;
something illusory
for the ocean of her incoherent thoughts,

of the what-ifs,
the could've been,
the should've been
regarding us both.
Off you go; heard you're at your happiest state with her. I am happy and humbled to know that you guys are happy together. Long last, guys. Stay sane, and stay safe. I believe you're in good hands. She nurtures you better than I did.

P.S: Nevermind, you pathetic liar.
Shannon Soeganda Sep 2020
This unholy libidinal gratification that we share;

lips of ours, interlocked,
strands of hairs, intertwined,
warm, shortened breaths, exchanged,
subtle moans sang; like songs of siren---

made me lock your head with these thighs,
as I squirm in ecstasy of pleasure,
while grippin' the sheet tightly,
ready to embark on another arousing journey.
S.e.x is sacral; only if we treat it with respect.
Shannon Soeganda Sep 2020
I already did my part in coming back home to God.

So can we come back home to each other now?
I'm sick of the thought of being homeless. Never had any home to begin with, anyways.
Shannon Soeganda Sep 2020
One cooked in Melbourne,
the other cooked in Jakarta.

One finished her medium-rare steak,
the other has not.

One went to wash the dishes,
the other watched her while smiling sheepishly.

They were 4 hours apart.
Little did they know---
that was going to be their last quality time
spent together

in the name of

"You and I both together.".
Lost in Melbourne, gone in Jakarta?
Shannon Soeganda Sep 2020
With such audacity,
she sayeth to the Lord;

"Father, in Thy name all things shalt be done.

With relentless faith, I trust Ye to performeth the impossible.

By all means,

the stage is all Yours to direct."
The Lord shall perform the impossible.
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