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Megitta Ignacia Mar 2020
Diamku itu
sebentuk kedewasaan
hasil tempaan semesta

Pura-pura rabunku itu
sebentuk kedewasaan
bisikan suruhan semesta

Jarak tubuhku yang sengaja kujauhkan itu
sebentuk kedewasaan
kesadaran yang ditumbuhkan semesta

Mungkin bumi terlalu banyak diputari bulan
mungkin juga ini jawaban doamu
sampai akhirnya membawaku padamu lagi
aku bisa saja menghampiri & menhakimimu
atau memuntahkan segala rasa & pikiran saat itu

Kedewasaanku itu
bukan hanya cerdiknya lidah bertutur manis
kau saksikan sendiri matangku

Memang masih sedikit perih
hantu kenangan buruk yang terpanggil dadakan

Kedewasaanku itu
adalah sebentuk ikhlas
adalah bentuk penepatan janjiku
bahwa tidak akan kuganggu dirimu
Kau tahu tidak?
290220 | 18:53 PM, JIEexpo Kemayoran Jakarta, panggung mld spot. God is strategic. Di tengah kesibukan di bali, tiba2 pgn pulang ke bandung & tp krn gaada flight yg cocok di kertajati dipaksa turun di jkt kebetulan keluarga memang mau ke javajazz dr bdg jadi bisa ikut pulang. Sm sekali at all ga pengen ikut kmn2 cm mau di hotel, atau mau berkelana sendiri main ke mblock & museum macan. Taunya akhirnya tetep ikut, trs di dalam gw & bokap kepisah sm nyokap & adik. Gw udah cape nyusurin booths, jadilah nonton faris rm padahal bokap males tp gw paksa tanpa ada ekspektasi apapun, toh udah bbrp x jg nonton faris di bali, tp namanya cukup familiar. Abis maksa bokap buat duduk sila di karpet, dia point out agak teriak gitu ke gw kalau ada muka familiar, trs gw memang sama sekali ga peduli, ga ngecek & anggep dia delusi krn lg gelap juga lightingnya. Pegangan gw adalah bener/ga bener pun, chapter buku yg memang udah selesaiya udah ditutup dan udh gw buang ke kolong pikiran, udh ikhlas ga berasa apa2 juga, masa pedihnya udah cukup berlalu hampir setaun yg ilang memang udah gw anggap mati sekalian. Abis nonton, keluar mau makan smbil menenangkan panic attack krn tetep ketriggered, sambil nelpon kesayangan di pulau sebelah, ada figur yg cukup familiar bulak balik dpn gw. Tapi yasud memang gw anggap dia hanya hantu seliweran. Ya gitu, semarah apapun, gw udah naik kelas, ga perlu ada yg dijelaskan kalau dari sisi gw, toh udah gw perjuangin sampai titik penghabisan pun malah dulu dilemparin kata-kata menusuk hati & minta dirinya ga diganggu. Mungkin dari sisi hatinya beliau yg belum damai mangkanya bulak balik mondar mandir kaya setrikaan. I saw you, I froze a little, tp memang kini sudah bukan pada tempatnya lagi, I'm happy & in love with A. You're a closed book E, I still care but what I'm capable is to pray & wishes you all the best from a far.  Sejujurnya, ga ngerti kenapa semesta bikjn ada plot twist kejutan ini, tp gw percaya rencana Tuhan ya yg terbaik.
Patterson Feb 2020
I am still me.

Still me.

I want to shout it from the highest places, just so that you can hear it and understand. Hear it and believe it. Hear it and trust me.

Still me.

Because that girl who dug around your garden and nearly ate night shade berries still exists. The one who crawled around on the carpets, playing with toy cars, she's still here. The child who sat cross-legged on the counter tops licking icing off her fingers is still alive.

She's still in here. Waiting for the day she sees the entire world. Pretending that she can fly even when the world has clipped her wings time and time again. Watching rain streak down the windows, admiring the ladies who traipse around in Victorian dresses when we watch those films you love.

She still awws at every sweet thing she stumbles across. And still hopes against all hope that she will live in an ancient forest. Who still adores Joan of Arc and loves to read poetry out loud.

Still me.

Still over watering plants because I have no idea when to stop giving.

Still up in the middle of the night dreaming.

Still singing.

Still here.

Still me.

That simple truth shouldn't change your opinion of me. Because it doesn't change who I am.
I came out to my mother in a bit of a reckless streak. Mostly because I didn't want to keep the girl I like a secret. And well, my mother wasn't very happy about it.
I still have to convince her that I'm still human. But now that she's had a week, it's starting to get better.
Nika Sandadze Jan 2020
leaves fall
Leaving the roots, the trunk, branches
Slow, delicate Journey
Towards the destination; their purpose
Some are here to stay
Some scatter away

Yellow leaves
Filling up with streaks of brown
Venom spreading through veins
They fall again

No more hint of color
No freshness
Until there’s nothing left but
Brown rust and stiffness

Leaves they fall
Returning to the roots
Using leaves as analogy to life, death and aging in between.  Everything starts at the roots and returns to the roots again
Jay Jan 2020
if I told you
the "F" marked on my
birth certificate wasn't me
would you tell me how wrong
I am?
how I'm too young
to know or think something
like that?
if I told you I'd rather
flatten my chest
deepen my voice
shorten my hair
be called something
you think I'm not
how would that turn out?
I hope one day
I can tell you how I feel
without the fear or proof that
to you
I wouldn't be a child
playing dress up
Steve Page Dec 2019
I hold with care the value of the Wait
with a backdrop of the intrusion of the Immediate;
I relish the Not Yet,
not looking for an untimely rush into the unfinished;
I anticipate the delicious Hope,
ignoring the clamour of dissent;
and not taking anything for granted, I do all I can to clear space,
to listen with intent
and to then herald the Promise of the Soon,
the ready-coming-King,
and I embrace the God-With-Us
Now.
The Christmas preposition is 'with'. God with us.
Amanda Kay Burke Dec 2019
I suspected this day was coming
Now that it's finally here
Realize I'm not ready
Face my biggest fear

I want to stop desperately
Seems I've tried a lot
Every time I am ready
Stubborn addiction is not

The drugs grab control of me
Steer me straight into a wall
Pull me back into the ditch
Doesn't matter how many times I go through withdrawal

I have learned my lesson the hard way
Much too often to count
Then again the hard way
The only way I've known about

Let the ocean take away
I drown in blue misery
Wash up on some greener shores
World that in comparison is easy

Do not smoke if you can't handle the heat
You're afraid of getting burned
Flames always steal a part
Once gone not always returned

I have given up on finding myself
Buried pieces too deep
Intention was to plant them
No harvest grows to reap

So remain trapped in a cycle
Strapped by only threads
Running from my demons
Tires me as sickness spreads

No one coming to save me
I've toppled overboard
Danced on the very edge
This is my reward

Consume me as I spiral down
Watch me crash in an explosion
Go enjoy the show
Not what I have chosen

When eyes can't stand my reflection
Monster staring back
Use to blur the edges
To smudge all that I lack

Time is always running
One minute after the next
Door to sobriety is always open
In the moment hesitating perplexed

Do not quit because I don't know how
I've done it once before
Daydreaming past recovery
Cannot remember what I did it for

When the silence starts mocking me
Following a great and heavy pause or two
Hold my hand tightly
It will pull me through
Its so hard to just walk away for good
Khoisan Dec 2019
In
the
valley
of
green
crying echoes
breaking
skin
Barely seventeen
dancing with the moon
and the sun and the rain
consumed
by
fire
bodies on heat,
celebrating
the
rose
on the hour
of
need
dread
and
freed

# coming of age stories
J J Nov 2019
I'll rewind the clock and swear on a life long lost.
Some days all I feel like is a vessel,
A decrepit theaterhouse, running memories.

Staring out with blank eyes at the ceiling.

Finding myself only to lose myself the next day;
Force-fed a shadow from a wall
From in my dreams. I am not this cryptic skin,

I am not who I was, and that is a blessing

I should have accepted and embraced long ago,
I am not a part of the puzzle because the puzzle

                                                         ­        was a myth in the first place.
A personal reminder to stop wasting time.
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