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Today I can write the saddest poem,
like a beautiful birthday cake cut into pieces
or a candle that is blown out after a wish is read
or people congratulating you
on all the achievements
that you have persisted
until now in your growing age.

Today I can write the saddest poem,
but not about my birthday,
but about the days,
about the months,
about the years,
that I've been through,
everything was happy,
yes I am very happy.
Indonesia, 18th June 2022
Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho
Life is always between
bye & hi.
And we never really realize
that we will remember both
at the same time.
Indonesia, 9th June 2022
Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho
When the rain falls
I think about you
My lips meet mugs
The morning coffee
that warms my body
Your love touches my heart
In the city that covered me
On your jacket
And I memorized
Indonesia, 6th June 2022
Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho
I wish
I were the poem you like,
and before it all burned down
you found yourself in love
with another poet.
Indonesia, 31st May 2022
Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho
Like a dead poem
who must be reborn
on the same night again
with all the endless silence,
words back to learn
to string his sentence.

"Everything that has been exhausted now it's between love and hate."

And a long road engraved
back to make a new face
along with each space.
We try to say the word go,
say the word again.
Everything that looks new
never forget the past.
And for all that is finished,
waiting for another story to the last.
Indonesia, 17th May 2022
Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho
I still write my poem
Even if I don't share my poem with you
And you ask me where I have been
And you don't know why I am not seen
I still write my poem

The poem that tells about me
The poem that tells about you
The poem that tells about us
The poem tells about everything
What we have been through
Even if I never ask for you
I still write my poem

I will tell you as I tell to all my words
When I was writing my poem
And my heart was splitting into two
To convince that love is always true
To convince that love is always right
To convince that hate is always left
And we are together in between
As far as the broken heart symbols should be imagined
Indonesia, 17th April 2022
Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho
Let's talk about revenge,
with a poem that ignites the fire
and then burns an identity.
You will find a sleeping monster within you
that you have been deliberately ignoring.
Let's talk about how an upheaval in the bodies oppressed reality,
a war that rages inside our heads.
I am a liberation warrior.
You are a comrade of struggle.
A spirit that is no longer
only shown in the metaphor of words
or the love of romantic characters
in the love life that haunts adolescence a lot.
Let's talk about revenge,
a fictional monster,
and a boy who stands bullied
wanting to show his identity
in every ******* world order.
Losers behold, those who flock!
And for he has long been alone,
fighting monsters in poisoned brains,
and a stomach that is only the main goal
of fighting for power,
now we are again in vain.
Let's talk, really the truth!
No love grows other than our love for ourselves.
Awaken!
Even if neither you are the hero,
nor the main character!
Indonesia, 3rd April 2022
Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho
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