At the hustings They raise revolutionary slogans sing a song Hip hop hip hop There's a fire in the air Their valves begin to leak Some have heartache Some diarrhea Former may die of heart attack Latter of dehydration Need immediate hospitalization Under tight security Others safe haven they hide Leaving millions crying Now they sing a song Flip flop flip flop
Two people are all the same If you see them in one frame But they have two sides The one I guess have sit besides Two people are all the same I think that is I am But another's hide And also need a guide
Indonesia, 2nd July 2021 Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho
Imagine your worst nightmare and watch it come true Imagine being tortured until you are a blue Imagine your light being stolen at the darkest point of your view Imagine being physically mentally and verbally abused Imagine having nothing absolutely nothing No money or food Imagine having no heating or energy In your house or your body to puke Imagine cold baths cold meals cold ******* heart too Imagine losing love until you are completely numb through Imagine losing your friends your family too Imagine losing the sensation of pain and replacing it for pleasure Imagine being conditioned To not know any different Imagine being me but I imagine you don’t care 🤷🏼♂️
You can't know my dark past If you were to discover it, our relationship wouldn't last Yes, it is something I want to conceal I was the one hurting somebody I don't need to "heal" You need intimacy, you need to feel but don't focus on fleeting memories focus on what is real
His3Her is a series of poems with different points of view of fictional people.
The words cut deep Like the knife to my skin I can feel the world slip away From beneath my feet
Just laugh it off Who cares if you’re falling I’ll tape up the cuts Don't let anyone in Everyone will think I’m nuts But maybe then I’d be safe from the pain With nothing to gain Nobody really knows what goes on Inside my brain