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Aimée 13h
Write a verse
Write a phrase
Without direction
Hazy maze

Drink the vinegar
Filled with rage
Cut my heart
Feel the pain

Sink in the bizarre
It'll write so nice
Wander alone
Soul frozen in ice

Chance upon love
Hope it lasts
Joy fades quick
Pen it all fast

Pick your poison
Used for a tool
It's ink for art
A poem's fuel
Love, anger, loneliness, joy, abnormalities, pain
What else is worth writing about
And they have to happen to you or the emotion doesn't come quite to clearly
Poetries wear the pain so beautifully..
Poetry : My best friend
aren't you hearing them
calling
searching
breathing
when dawn turns into dusk
dusk into dawn
they remain
still
quivering
heaving
silently
dying

- voices in my head
Faith or logic pick a side,

They cant coincide I've tried.

This is hard I'd rather die,

Than decide which one I like.
You thought he was beautiful?

                     Maybe so.

Yet he weeps when he looks in the mirror,
much like an old willow…

Grasping at the earth with
Cracked and tethered vines
With
Anger and sorrow
With
Insecurities drowning his roots

He wonders what the sky looks like,
While he’s forced to
watch himself grow down

He thinks “it must be beautiful”
Maybe so.
Written June 13, 2022 10:59pm
can i tell you a secret?
some days,
when the sky is at its darkest hue
and the clouds are a light gray-blue
and i write poetry.
it's all about you.
She has cherry stained lips that
Curl into a smile but it’s
The end of a leash without slack,
A chain around your wrists
That only get tighter when you
Lean in to kiss
Her double sided edges

Her name is desire
Healer 5d
The tragic irony is that my ocean of world feels like a drop,
and
a drop from the world drags me under the current.
I will die alone
as a collection of books
abandoned on an old cupboard,
as a display in all kinds of libraries,
and only some people understand,
but fewer of which we can possibly count as good memories in writings,
even as poetry.

I will die alone,
and remember all forms of joy the latter, as a creature that ever lived,
as a flower which will not bloom again beautifully in the same place.
Indonesia, 11th August 2022
Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho
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