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Dhia Awanis Oct 2016
Women are complex,
As every words said,
she means otherwise

Women are labyrinth,
As every steps taken,
she regrets every inches

Women are riddle,
As every questions asked
she left unanswered

Women are enigma,
As every thoughts wondered,
she doesn't mind each of them

Women are mystery,
As every poems made,
she swears entire rhymes
maybe that's why to understand her is probably the hardest thing to do—but once you do, you'll never find another soul as complicated yet alive as hers
Dhia Awanis Oct 2016
She disinterested in small talks outside the park
Instead, she craves for late-night confessions
sparing chapters in life that you both don't read out loud

She doesn't favor going to a fancy anniversary dinner
Instead, she thrives for adventures and long road-trip journey
without any maps or compass just so you can get lost together

She hates pop music everyone is singing along on radio
Instead, she's crazy about folks and indie no one heard before
and you will find a lot of vinyls in her room instead of discs

She doesn't want drizzle or light breeze
Instead, she wants a ******* hurricane and tsunami
that will wreck her apart and drown her soul
She won't settle for something ordinary or less than what she deserves
Dhia Awanis Oct 2016
Minutes and hours flew by
yet none of us hang up the phone

Conversations and silence filled in
but none of us decide to sleep

Some nights I can't recall
whether or not it's real

Sometimes I wish it didn't
—most of the time I wish it did
Dhia Awanis Oct 2016
Her
She's a mess
She wakes up at noon with eyebags all around her face
And in her markings you'll find unreachable desires, hope, and wishes

She's a hurricane
She has millions of chaotic galaxies of thoughts
And in her mind you'll find thousands of tangled up worlds of words and places

But she's a masterpiece
She makes your brain explodes while it wanders to travel her body
And in her company you'll find how life imitates art—long before art imitates life
Dhia Awanis Oct 2016
Romantis ya?

"Apa?"

Senja.

"Apanya yang romantis?"

Dia yang paling banyak berkorban daripada Siang dan Malam—Senja itu. Hadirnya sesaat, cuma sebagai peralihan dari Siang ke Malam. Dia sadar kalau dia luar biasa indah, tapi dia nggak egois.

"Nggak egois bagaimana?"

Iya, kalau dia egois, dia nggak akan mengalah pada Malam. Dia bakal minta waktu lebih lama sama Yang Punya Semesta untuk memamerkan keindahannya, tapi nyatanya enggak. Dia merelakan hadirnya cuma sesaat, dan memilih untuk mengalah atas keegoisan Malam yang ingin mencumbu Pagi.
Dhia Awanis Oct 2016
Dear little fighter,
I know you are suffering, struggling, and battled over,
I know how badly you wanted to get out of the maze,
The maze or the mess—neither does you a favor

Dear little fighter,
Never lose your hope no matter how dark the tunnel might be sometimes
Never lose that little faith in your heart that soon things will be brighter
Scream your heart out loud or in silence if it makes you feel at ease

Dear little fighter,
I'm not gonna say that everything is going to be okay,
I'm not gonna say that you will figure things out right away,
But I promise you there will be better days coming your way

Dear little fighter,
You are more than your war nor your pain
You are enough, and no one shall tell you otherwise!
There's a great warrior within you that collapses even The Great Wall
So, hold on a little bit more and believe in yourself. Always
Dhia Awanis Oct 2016
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