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 Mar 2017 lullabies
langit b
jangan amuk datang di sela hening, hujan
resah masih melaut di tengah jalan
jangan angin bisikkan hina, hujan
pijak hawa kenyang makan terpaan
burung tak bisa terbang jadi makanan hewan
atap masjid berhamburan masih kumandang azan
jangan rintik sendiri di atas pasang
cari sampai gersang tak dapat sayang
deras tepi jalan teduh sendiri
linang sampai malam ditinggal mati
 Mar 2017 lullabies
Dhia Awanis
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
 Mar 2017 lullabies
Dhia Awanis
Untuk setiap 'aku rindu padamu'
yang terucap untukku, terima kasih

Jarak melipat diri beberapa senti karenanya
dan gelapnya malam tak lagi begitu kentara
 Mar 2017 lullabies
Sarah
mungkin alam semesta turut berduka atas kepergianmu.
does this even make any sense
 Mar 2017 lullabies
Sarah
apa daya
 Mar 2017 lullabies
Sarah
ia membuatku bahagia
harusnya aku usah mengeluh

ia pernah mencintaiku
bagai aku mawar tanpa duri
trying to write in bahasa indonesia again.. this one ***** though.
 Feb 2017 lullabies
sweetrevoirs
you're wrong
she is not understanding
she is of gigantic question marks and
she sleeps on a bone-numbing hard mattress of whys
she is in the sweat-breaking comfort of her lover's hold but she never told anyone how she made a commitment with a what ifs two years ago

you're very wrong
she is neither calm or kind
you can't really call a crying hurricane a calm and kind thing
her facade is smiling with a turbulent anger
but never to anyone, only her own
and she never leaves anyone's home without a gentle au revoir
but her room is just an empty, vacant loony bin
you can't really call a ghost a living thing

— The End —