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Stephanie Feb 2018
I grew up realizing perfection doesn't exist
But if it does, I think you are the closest meaning of it
Your hair again falls stylish without effort
Your dimples showing off
Your music tickles my soul
It touches the very strand of my allured mind
Your shine is more than enough
To light up my world forever- like in movies
I couldn't forget the day I saw you on the screen
You are making the huge crowd admire you more,
Without even noticing it,
They shout your name with enthusiasm
As my heart does when I'm never existing to you
Just plain. You and your bass, you set the stage on fire
You hit every note with the so-called "perfection"

I knew it was back then
I couldn't forget every detail of how you looked
I memorized everything I recognized about you
Curly hair, charming eyes, gorgeous dimples
They mean "perfection" to me

Sounds eccentric but my mind is dictating
That we should know each other, we must
Too bad, we didn't. Not even a single glance of dejavu
Our lives resides on different galaxies
No memories, no talks, no interaction - plain nothing
I tried to search our lost, stolen moments
But I got nothing but eyes full of tears
Begging the Divinity to somehow collide our stars
But no. Because I forgot the most important thing
You are the bright star and I am a dead asteroid's dust
A particle unseen in a vast majesty of celestial bodies
All I could do is watch you from here, lightyears away
You are embracing the sun.
A dust like me will never be the sun.
I'm crying. Zildjian, this one's for you. I really hate it when I admire someone too much that my admiration became equivalent to the amount of pain I felt realizing I'm just a fan. JUST a fan forever. But what should I do? I love being a fan of you.
Stephanie Feb 2018
Did you see the roaring wilderness
In the midst of rainy night's silence
The vultures eyeing for prey
Beasts thirsty of a ****** play
We're walking into the forest
Of danger and nothing but grimmest
Nightmare of your past, present and future
The only choice is to be fond of no stature
Do not run
Just have fun
Feel the chilling ambiance
Hear the fading  resonance
You belonged here
There's no escape, dear
But trust me,
Do not trust anybody

--
Stephanie Feb 2018
; I witnessed the diminishing
last glance of glimmer,
blast of galaxy in my own
rugged almond-brown iris
before it turn all pitch black
from a well-known being
to a now stranger soul
everything and everyone
turned into a total vacuum
but of broken pieces;
of broken promises;
of torn relationships;
of torn heart;
of glitched perception;
of glitched beliefs;
of shattered self;
of shattered life.

I then, see through my eyes
a total different land
eccentric logic of wisdom
everything I knew became untrue
like a pool of treacherous
I turned around til it focus
my eyes somewhere in event horizon
where there is no exact beginning
but certainly never-ending
oh Gaia, look what you've become
Look at your self
look at me
holistic brevity of keen evil
stealing happy pills
keeping on their hidden pockets
shining argentum of sharpened utensils
a girl wishing a nightmare
a boy doing the nightmare
i run, run and run faster
before I could ever sense danger
but the thing I realised
is that no matter how I runaway
the more I came closer to trap
my flesh reject the force
thrown helplessly on it
drowned in fiery of pleasure
this must be a false paradise
a dungeon of cruelty clothe in beauty
no one will truly admit
no one will ever notice
a need for freedom and peace
no, not the fake, short-term ones

an outcry for help from my voiceless mouth
Finally echoed in Foreverland
A Great Voice answered
In a very powerful splash of pure purity
That nothing and no one could withstand
Hoping in a certain foundation

I could finally see goodness
my eyes turned into color of life
tears of blood finally washed
wipe out all the imperfections
not even a single dust remain
people of the same eyes as mine are gone
to a much better place
moved to the permanent residence
my eyes witness perfection
no, not the fake, short-term one
eternal rejoicing
forever singing
songs of glory
End of mourning
Start of praising
Day Approaching soon
Stephanie Feb 2018
Someone asked me,
Why I don't cry
When a beloved walk away
I say so plain,
It's okay if people leave
Not that I'm fond of goodbyes
I just clearly understand
That leaving is existing
Yet I'm excited of two different things,
To see them again
Or meet new ones
So I'll say so plain
Don't cry when someone leaves
I hope it could be easy as that. Like yeah, it's my poem but it's not me. When someone I love leaves, I cry for them everyday, every night, every time even I'm trying to stay positive.
Stephanie Feb 2018
:)
Did you know what's more beautiful than smiles?
It's the reason behind
Did you know what's the reason behind?
It's smiles
Did you know what's beautiful in smiles?
It's you
Did you know what's something in you?
You're beautiful
And that makes me ... :)
a smile like yours is worth sharing to the world, honey! ^_^
Stephanie Feb 2018
summer strike
dusty hell-like
burning trees
and burdened tears
I got melted
helplessly bended
til hurts no more
'twas a dark humor
they're conquering cities,
own inner antagonists
  Feb 2018 Stephanie
Lunar
have you ever wondered
why   am   i   always
f  a  s  c  i  n  a  t  e  d
with the phenomena
of     a    red and rare
l u n a r   e c l i p s e?

with every time we meet,
i turn red;
but with every time we part,
i don't turn blue.

rare doesn't mean
"once in a lifetime."
it only means that
you'll always return,
no matter how long it takes.

and i believe that
someday
for sure
again:
*i'll see you.
aren't we all fascinated with the things, events, and people which come rare?
it makes us cherish them well.

(j.m.)
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