I met love in a field of flowers It sat alone in the sunlight. “Can I sit beside you?” I asked it. And it nodded its head. Its small hands folded softly in its lap. “Do you ever get tired?” I asked it. And I heard it exhale. “Can I sleep beside you?” I asked. And it nodded, Resting its head next to mine. “We’ll just close our eyes for a moment” I said, “Just long enough for the spinning to stop”.
beautiful blue the sky seems everlasting above me the clouds desperately reach for each other like they may never meet again like they may never feel love again
i sympathize with them the longing for love the yearning of partnership my perception of what that is forever twisted by this shadow casted upon my life
why cant i be happy? why do the people who are supposed to love me despise me? i am reduced to bones by their deductions i am nothing but a shell of their projections ive been persecuted to this living hell with their reprehensions
i look to the eternal sky standing on the edge nobody knows what resides in my head maybe its better that way my thoughts need not be said a choice between two paths to be alive or to be dead
are there shadows behind that light are there tears unseen in pitch of night do you awaken eager to face the day has your heart been taken or led astray talk to me without the smile set the shadows free the moon is ours for just a while the Sun will always be
Echo of sobs in the halls Instead of eyes two waterfalls Empty room and empty heart Lonely actor of multiple parts Cold embrace of midnight air Wicked Night does not play fair Next to the bed a mountain of tissues Wet and salty from all your issues
Do you think... That I care so little for you. Though you betrayed my trust, I'm not a man in love? That my heart won't swell? My eyes won't drown? And of all the pain a human can withstand, doesn't exist within this man? Do you think tonight, I'm incapable to forgive? To kiss your forehead, and remind you I'm here. The words you must hear. The words that **** you, The one's you most feared. I forgive you. I forgive you. I forgive you. I must. A thousand years now, then a thousand years more. I could live, if I chose. A lonely god on his throne.
The truth will seek light, in any darkness, in any corner. It will always win, it will always commit. I would have been there for you..
Sometimes, things are so hard to do because we never try to start. Prefixes are always important for finding patterns. Like writing poetry. Yes, I have sat alone in front of the paper on the table many times with a pen. I thought about what I really needed to do first; beautiful words with parables. I've been sitting for hours, walking here and there, then sit back down again to finish composing a poem. But I've never finished it until now.
Indonesia, 5th September 2021 Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho