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Drithena Sep 2022
It took one 'Hi.'
It took one smile
To think 'Okay, let's try.'
Said to myself 'It's been a while.'

I've been afraid,
What if my feelings will fade again?
Don't know where this might lead
I'll just wing it, I'll count one to ten

Realized, that life is about trial and error
The harder you fall, the higher you soar
It can be the other way, but it'll harden your core
You can be another nightmare or someone I adore
Life is always between
bye & hi.
And we never really realize
that we will remember both
at the same time.
Indonesia, 9th June 2022
Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho
Amanda Kay Burke Oct 2021
Stepped outside the door
Day waiting to tell me "Hi"
The blue sky smiling
I wish my smile was as big as the sky's
tiyaja cianni Sep 2021
what could i possibly do
to be able to keep looking at you
without inching too close
to your burning surface

and what could i keep doing
to stay in your good grace
so i can watch you like a movie
and re-read you like my favorite ballad
on a cold winter night

you would be the one to share your blanket

i felt so incapable of feeling
yea there's so much behind this, i feel like it sounds confusing and maybe it is.
I try to say "hello"
when the first time I saw you,
but I didn't

I try to say "hi"
when the second time I met you,
but you didn't see me

I try to say goodbye
when the last time I wanted to leave this feeling alone and decided to take the right time to do the same,
but you love me,
and say, "hi"
Indonesia, 14th July 2021
Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho
Raven Feels Jun 2021
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, very old draft:?

maybe God just God maybe
the sea
the underworld not water meant to be
the air
the too much hollowness for a free soul fair
the fire
the heated blare that makes cold a liar
the earth
the destined
the chosen
or is it not
because from where I stand people are standing alot
and a sane man can see the cuts
in eyes or in harmed hands and hearted plots
maybe God just God maybe
I am blind shot

Ayesha Jun 2021
Here I lurk
Clutching my shadow
In my fists
It shivers, shrivels, sighs
A flame shushed to silence
On its ashen throne
Here I grasp
Grasp the oozing, burning night
That drips down my fingers
A palm beneath a palm I place
A palm beneath another
It the creamy tiles kisses
And will come to me no more

A rumble wobbles
around the room
Of laughs and talks
And talks
However do I mingle
In these faceless folks?
However do I fathom
All these massless worlds
Orbiting around ecstatic tongues
That birth them
Birth them on and on
Birth them meaningless, and birth them blind

I think,
Maybe when the flood dies out
I think,
Maybe then I will see
Pick up the shells this land could not drink
And read the tales preserved
In their wounds
Maybe the drunken ghosts
Serving all these brightly dressed drinks
Will approach me too—

Not yet though
Not yet

I pull little hymns out of my throat
Roll them around in my mouth
It is there they sway,
There they wilt

A gaze chained to my eyes
Wanders about
Like an injured fly
On one face it rests
On one chuckle stumbles,
A crack skipping down the wall
A high-pitched laugh blooming
In the corner
There is a bleakness, believe me
In this world

A bleakness so pitiless and rotten
Its stench covers all that is born
All that is not
There is a bleakness
And I often mistake it for my own
But I do not now
It is there in every eye
In every corpse hanging between the ribs
It grows up like a sturdy ****
On arms and legs and
Up and down the aisle it flows
In this classroom twinkling
with childish mirth

Up and down
It pats heads and laughing cheeks
It is there
It is there
And will not still
Will not stir either

I think,
I must warn them
These energetic faces trying
to resurrect joy
From the flesh of stories all skinned alive
Warn them
I must, I must
But the words pile up
And floods pile up
One upon the other thousands
And I lose myself somewhere

The chatter blends in with the chortle
And I cannot tell
The shadows imagined
From cloaked figures swaying around
I would warn them, believe me
Warn them I would
If only
If only I could grasp hold
Of this darkness
That mimics me everywhere I go
Ghost of a black lamb
I once sacrificed for
A purity I loved to violence

And longing never became
A shackle so well

I think,
maybe when the flood dies down
I will breathe,
I will breathe maybe
Here we lurk
A slave upon a slave rests
A slave beneath still
Two ghosts I birthed,
Two lambs opened up,
One will not love me
And one will not not—

Panicking in the academy, but at least I got a poem out of it
Chani Goldstein Feb 2021
A house whistling in emptiness
Continental Educator Chocolate Morsels Farina Brown Sugar
Old linen closets that squeak
Ghosts wrapped in sheets sitting on beds
Ice Box Cookies Thin Mints
Children wrapped in rooms empty of joy
Raisins Honey Almonds Melons Coconuts
Books read to you as you read
Dates Carrots Figs Pomegranates Apples
Man Jan 2021
close your blinds
i can see in
close your eyes
i can feel them
and when i look inside
you seem to hide
so close them
off to me
off to the world
and shut us all out
if you have to
i'm here though
Amanda Kay Burke Dec 2020
Like a feather long to float far from here

Falling gracefully
Greener grass

Your lips function as a compass
Guiding way

Every time we kiss come closer to the peace I desire

You blew me away
One simple whisper

Away from living hell with wind created by a single word

You had come rushing in
Turning life upside down
Tornado of the loveliest design

It was your hot breath that sent my whole body tumbling in a whirlwind of time and ecstasy

Before a breeze could not even shuffle papers resting on my desk
Now a sigh is all it takes to devastate my life
As long as exiting YOUR mouth

Come to warm meadows with me

Above us we'll go

Two letters uttered from you
We'll shoot like rockets into the sky

Your words have the power to create beauty but also the power to destroy it...
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