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don't exist. Find me.

I find something new in a new page.
But I'm not ready to write something new.
Life is a new world page.

I see people.
I see myself.
I'm a part of them.
But they are not part of me.
I see their faces covered in masks.
Some are happy.
Some are sad.
I never know what they are feeling.
I also never know what I am feeling.
I see people around me.
I see myself surrounding myself.
I see them.
But they never see me.
I see myself.

No more time,
for us to exchange greetings.
And no more time,
for us to exchange words.

Can I serve you a delicious poem
in the plate of paper?
I will tell you.
This is a secret.
I can be your best chef.

I meet a woman in the story
I introduce myself as a writer
She introduces herself as the character I write about
She's so smart
I really like smart people
She tells about her life
She is happy to share every experience
She's so beautiful
She doesn't like the word beauty
Beauty only makes things that come to be gone
I understand it
I agree with her opinion
In the first paragraph, I introduce myself
In that paragraph, she also invites me to enter her world
I write about her
She accepts my writing
I write all about her
She reads herself
I continue to write the second paragraph
She says I need to stop
I ask, why?
She says she is tired
I ask her to rest
She agrees
I'm writing again
And I realize
She's just my imagination
I miss her so much
I've never done this before
And I go back to write about her
But I can no longer find her
She is no longer in my writing
I think too much about her

You choose to close your eyes and never see me.
I die in it.

Send me a true love
and I will pay it
because I never get it.

Don't tell me if you are sad because I finally get you.
I get you out of my mind.
I get lost.

I dream.
I dream on you.
I dream on you and also miss you.
I dream and meet you in the sky.
In the night, I am a star.
In the night, you are the moon.
We become a galaxy.
I dream.
One day, I hope get there, with you.
And I don't dream again.

When I got a new book,
I have found my favourite smells
and also remembered all about her.

We are poetry written with sadness and tears
I no longer miss you, and so do you
We become fear

And what if you still ask how I'm doing.
And I'm still waiting for you.
And we still hope the question
"How are you?"

A young bird learned to fly
Flapping its wings
The wind blew it away
The hunter shot him
Fall
So does his hope
He despaired
Life is too short for him

I think how to start
You hope you do not get hurt
We are not a part

Time flies so fast,
that's why I decided to love you

Are you still waiting for me?
Until the end of the day
When I’m not waiting for you
And you realize the home is not enough
For you and I
Are you still waiting for me?
A stupid guy who never see you
And never think about you
The day will end someday
And we know we are not waiting for each other
What will you do?
Are you still waiting for me?

Loving you has not been being a good habit for me.

Wush!
Wush!
Wush!
I fly.

You don't let me dream!
You dont' let me take my way!
This is full of scream!

On my head there's flame.
It will be exploded, ****!
Give me hold tight, then!

Happy Birthday to my mom!
Happy Birthday to my little sister!
Best prayers for both of you, for all your hopes and dreams.

I turn off the lamp.
I see myself in the dark.
I am the light on.

The rain is pouring.
    On my heart is full of love.
    Bloom a peace flower.

A beautiful red broke a smile
on a shame face
O, it turns out that my beloved
long gone
and I failed to face

A blue sad sky
to the poet who is gloomy in front of the poem
stringing words
downing the imagination
the numb

Apparently, the flower is the beloved
O I forget how many times I searched
All in my yard
Grow in a heart!
Grow in a heart!
Bloom on a heart
Bloom on a poem!

O this is a poem for her
And the buzzing bee sing a song to her
And also sing a song to me

It's raining tonight.
Cold.
My head was hot full of flames and wanted to explode immediately.
Like what if I cool the head full of fire in the rain full of water, will it die down or vice versa.
No animal sounds tonight.
There was no sound,
other than the rain falling from the sky onto the ground.
Blessing rainy night to all creatures on earth.
What a wonderful thing it is,
the gift from nature,
the gift of life.

We are clouds hanging from rain and hope and farewell.
Shortly after you asked for a clear sky and I failed to provide it in your eyes.
Whether we have spent several times; in cities,
on the streets,
in the park,
in the cinema,
on-campus,
in the library,
and in the last place, we parted.

We go home.
We return it.
Everything from the beginning, in your eyes that always provide my presence.
We return and return,
in the last place, we parted.

We will learn from each other; to hate life, to love leaving.
Because life is just a game;
love
and
hatred.
Because love is just a game; let go of a go
and
accept the fact.
Then we return and return to the last place we parted.

We return those who left and do not belong to us, because we never asked for failure as the main goal.

She's so beautiful,
so I let her go from me.
Beauty is nothing.

Sunrise is so gold.
  The path I take can be hold.
  The future is mine.

Don't be afraid, ants!
I will share sugar for you,
the sweetness of life

The day I feel good
    is the day I do not think
    about life so hard.

My head feels dizzy
And this life is not easy
There is a war there

Dia ingin bermain kata-kata ternyata.
Sampah!
Mari kita permainkan dia bersama kata-kata! Akankah takut siapa yang tahu jika tidak pernah kita coba!
Kita perlu membencinya!
Membenci kebohongan busuk akal manusia.
Mari kita bermain kata-kata!
Siapa yang takut jika ia sering di cerca oleh pertanyaan mengapa!
Baiklah, bunyinya seperti ini.
Kau busuk akal rupa juga canda tawa tidak pernah ada artinya.
Kalimat yang kau lontarkan tidak pernah bermakna lantas apa arti jika harus hidup tak bisa bebas dan merdeka!
Bebas dan merdeka hanya kata-kata, tindakan ada setelahnya, apa yang kau perbuat setelah bermain lantas kau bereskan semua permainan yang ada!
Kau dalang permainan yang sejak awal kau ingin menang di dalamnya!
Masih ingin bermain?
Masih ingin bermain atau kau tak punya lawan main?
Seperti apa kata-kata kita cipta seperti apa kau punya wewenang kuasa!
Lupa cara,  buta aturan semua kau yang pegang!
Itu ujaran kebencian katanya!

And the rain always
accompanies us too, with
tears falling behind the windows.

I dry, you are the rain that flushed my body.
And we are fertile land with loose soil. Then feelings grew in it.
Under the heavens I pray,
that I will be strong enough to hold you back any longer,
so that you won't disappear
or come home at any time.

Love is the harvest of feelings that can make us survive in a bad season, before actually coming,
after we're really cooked.

Are we coming back again?
When you decided to come,
and I chose to go away,
In one dusk where we ended up feeling the most spacious
Whereas words cannot interpret the contents of our hearts.

Please take me in your dream!
And I can always be with you there
And I can always see you there
And I can always look after you there
And I can always hold you there
And I can always hug you there
And I can always kiss you there
And I can always hear you there
And I can always feel you there
And I can always do what you want do
Even though you want me to back the reality and realize it is only a dream!

What is lost is never lost
They just are not there beside you
But they are in all the memories of your life
Your eyes may no longer see it
But your heart still feels its existence
Something so close that it can not be explained easily

What is lost is never lost
They just are not within your reach
But they are in all the memories of your life
Your hand may not be able to hold it
But you can still feel the warmth of his embrace
Something so calming that even a warm blanket and a fireplace can not be compared with

What is lost is never lost
They just moved
Going somewhere who knows
Even if you imagine it
You can never quite understand--
Even knowing
That what is lost is never really lost
Not really leaving either
And you do not need to search anymore
Or you regret it many times

I write it!

People are waiting for valentine's day
but I really miss valentine's date...

I lit a cigarette
Then I enjoy it with a cup of coffee
My poetry paints its own words

I turn on the fan--
My wet hair flies in the wind
I'm getting sleepy