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996 · Mar 2016
Hippopotamus
Sekar Hardani Mar 2016
Have you ever feel, in the middle, between hot and cold, sunrise and sunset, between black and white, or pop and punk?

And if yes, is it..

warm or too hot, day or afternoon, light grey or dark grey, pop or punk?

There must be the time when you feel like you can’t decide what you feel. And when it comes straight to you, what would you choose?

When

It’s too cold for a warm water, but too warm for a cold water. Too sunny for a sunset, but too dark for a sunrise. Too black for a light grey, but too white for a dark grey. And, too punk for being a pop, too pop for being a punk?

And, too early for I Love You, but I Like You is never enough.

If hippopotamus is a word between I Like You and I Love You, then..

I Hippopotamus You.
828 · Mar 2016
You.
Sekar Hardani Mar 2016
Your eyes are the most beautiful thing of my day.
That light brown eyes that lit whenever you see me,
I don't mind gazing through your shining stares the whole day.

Your skin looks so pale.
It looks very cold.
As cold as January,
I would love to warm you up as if I'm a Christmas sweater.

Your lips looks so delicious.
God, your lips looks so delicious,
I really want to have it for my dessert.

Your hair is as crazy as what I feel about you.
That dark brown hair, highlighted with tinted sunlight,
I want to stroke your hair every single of your sleepless nights until you fall asleep.

Baby, too bad. You live in my computer screen.

And I only exist in yours.
684 · Mar 2016
My Sleepless Nights
Sekar Hardani Mar 2016
I just have to spend
all my sleepless nights
sitting at the porch
holding a glass full of hope
wondering if you feel
the same way
as I feel about you,
each and every seconds of the day.
647 · May 2016
Temporary
Sekar Hardani May 2016
"wanna go to the park?"* he asked.

That was the first time I feel a weird beat in my chest.

We went to the park.
I saw him sipping his soda; but I know he's sipping out his pain.
I saw him knocking his knuckles to the tree, as we laugh to Family Guy; but I know he's knocking out his fears.
I saw him moving closer next to me, because the rest of the bench is wet; but I know he's moving closer to a temporary source of happiness.
592 · Mar 2016
Home
Sekar Hardani Mar 2016
I took off my coat and my sneakers,
threw myself on the bed, as if I’m home.
I felt the cold sheet massaging my body,
I have left this bed for a long time.

I never want to get up.
After a long and exhausted adventurous love trip,
I never want to leave.
I don’t want to missed my next love trip without you again.
552 · Apr 2016
Love Spells.
Sekar Hardani Apr 2016
Love is Easy

Love Me Like You Do

Love Don’t Cost A Thing

Love Yourself

Love Me
Love Me
Say that you love me

Love Before I Die

Love Like This

Love You Goodbye

Love Song

Love Away

Love in The Dark

Love

Love

Love

Love*



I’m losing the meaning of love.
422 · Jun 2016
Untitled
Sekar Hardani Jun 2016
And so I took a deep breathe,
and start again.
Everyone pushes me.

I'm tired.
I'm tired.

I'm not good enough in faking.
I'm not good enough in faking,
a love.
I'd rather love someone I can't have, than have someone I can't love.
404 · May 2016
Rain
Sekar Hardani May 2016
People are like rain.
They are falling,
and crashing.
They thought that was meant to be;
falling,
and crashing down to the earth.
They thought that's just how life works.
They thought life could only throw them down.

I was one of them, back then.
Until I melt down into a pool of storms.
I was falling,
and crashing,
and crawling.
Until I found myself sprawl in the middle of the storm, flowing with the others.

But I stopped.

And bless myself among happiness; rain.
370 · Mar 2016
Time
Sekar Hardani Mar 2016
Isn't it just weird that the only one who always be with you is Time?
No, not even your Lover, or your Brother.
Not even your Father.
When they break your heart, who was there with you?
Time.

Time will always be with us,
In every high, in every low.
For everyone who ever feel alone.
Time will always be there, to tell you to keep going,
move on.
Time will not leave you.
Not even a second.
310 · May 2016
Another Different Door
Sekar Hardani May 2016
Life is too short to go to the same coffee shop every morning,
sipping another Vanilla Latte to start the day.
To walk on the same road all over again.
To wear the same shirt every week.

But he is not like that.

He eats cereal for his dinner,
and grapes for the next day,
or maybe sausages.

He buys different kind of breakfast,
from different kind of stores every morning.

Today he use bike to work,
and tomorrow he will use bus,
but last week he used taxi,
because he just received his first check.

He drops out of school,
because he don't like school.

He also don't celebrate birthdays.

That's what I like about him.
He opens different kind of door every morning,
expecting another surprise for that day.
Craving for another adventure,
waiting for another experiences.

He is always new,

He is always mad.
304 · Mar 2016
Sit
Sekar Hardani Mar 2016
Sit
There's a chair in the corner of the room
Sit.
You might want to sit.
Sit, as I stab you slowly with my words.
Sit, as I let you taste the juices of my words.
Sit.
Here.
I promise it won't be as hurt as what you have done to me.

— The End —