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 Nov 2016 Langit Mara
storm siren
I have scars etched across my skin
like raindrops that drizzled down and stained
the yellowing pages of your notebook.

I don't like talking about the black outs,
where my mind goes,
what's left of me.

I don't like talking about what triggers them,
or who I am after I come to.

but these scars are physical reminders
of memories I never got to remember.

and every time you kiss them
I think to myself
"maybe even that part of me,
whoever she is,
deserves to be loved too."

and I wonder if looking
at my hands and arms
makes you sad,
or if feeling the raised skin
makes you uneasy
but either way

I love when you kiss my scars
and make me whole.
Bluebird is the first person to ever do that.
 Nov 2016 Langit Mara
The Ripper
VVe vvrite words
to fill in the emptiness
as if they vvere concrete patches
for neglected sidevvalks
that nobody vvalks on
Carry on
D A R K  poets
Toss that alphabet
tovvards my shovel
let me bury it
forever


The one that you'll accept
From where should I get
That LOVE
For me to be accepted
From where should I get
That LOVE

What your heart LOVES
From where to get
That sadness of LOVE

I'm your flower of LOVE
That everyone has ditched
I'm your flower of LOVE
That has dried and withered
I'm your flower of LOVE
That still carries its thorn
I'm your flower of LOVE
That has waited for you
For a lifetime

The flowers that will
Rain LOVE  on your soul
From where should I get
Those clouds of flower?

You are looking for someone else
You'll never find that LOVE
I'm standing here with that LOVE
I'm just desiring to LOVE YOU forever

In your search
You'll be left with sadness without
Finding your type of that LOVE
My intonation chanting just
Sings for your soul in
Offering your type of that LOVE

From where should I bring
That medicine for you
That will end your search
For everything else
And bring you back to
Searching that LOVE

Now the whole world knows my longing for you
My tears, sadness, cries, pain hasn't touched you yet
Even if I ask for a death in your LOVE
I am shown the road to your doorstep

The one that evokes that
Passion of LOVE in you
From where should I get
That blessings of LOVE for you?



I love a woman,
who's not afraid to speak her mind
who ain't afraid of the up-shots
In 1960 women burnt their bras
protesting and debated for equal rights

I have no time for women with weak links
they could loosen the chain
before they could really think
If you choose to be strong
stay strong, be confident:
Do not let your fears choose your destiny
Never let anyone senses your fear
or even drove you to the verge of tears..

I have no tolerance for a strange brew
idealism and self-interest
it defies me, and somehow
it make me uncivil,
but I am a woman of dignity
However, if you want to rolled with me
You have to be strong,
no wee, wee ,wee little crotch -less *****
Heartless.. for heaven sake I am not
I am just a ******* notch from the block
I used to spend my nights
With only bottles of alcohol as friends
They didn't care if I talked about
Love or
Dying or
Life or
Anything
They listened

Months later, I met her
She didn't mind if I talked about
Love or
Dying or
Life or
Anything
She listened
And said she loved me
And I abandoned my old friends
Because she gave me the bittersweet buzz
Without the bitter

I never liked the bitter
 Oct 2016 Langit Mara
echo
Check in
 Oct 2016 Langit Mara
echo
I checked
my ego.

It's still
there.
check your ego, amigo.
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