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satu tangan menutup mata
satu tangan menutup telinga
belikatku bertahan kaku
tiap pijakan pelan, terseok
belum leluasa ku berlari

terpaan gelombang yang sudah-sudah
masih meninggalkan goresan dalam daging
dibantu merangkak, tapi dipaksa berlari
caramu mengenyahkan biru yang masih menyelubungiku

takut
pada lidah sangkalan beradu
bukankah lancang mencipta imaji semu
lalu menggantungnya pada tiang-tiang garam
berharap keras, tak begitu meleset pada manusia
sadar, tak se-Esa
namun jika Bapa memberi
siapa yang bisa menutupnya?

target apa, begitu mendesakkah?
soal pembendaharaan rasa
apalagi rancangan
telah kuserahkan padaNya
aku dungu & tidak mengerti, seperti hewan aku di dekat Bapa. Tetapi aku tetap didekat Bapa; Ia memegang tangan kananku.
140320 || 18:48 PM  lantai dua kosan, hmm sepertinya banyak poems-ku yang dimotori sama obrolan tentang hidup sm coworker sebelah meja, si ipul, kemarin lg ngobrol ga jelas sambil kerja ttg hubungan masing-masing, dia abis lamaran, sementara gw masih di fase abu-abu belajar adaptasi sm pasangan kesayangan yang nemenin hampir setahun lamanya. As ditanya hubungan mau dibawa kmn, gw blg ikut arus aja toh yg lama kandas padahal udah direncanain,  jd buat apa manusia berencana, pasti Tuhan udah atur yg terbaik. "Idup lo, lo yang atur. Ga bisa ngikut arus aja, harus punya target, udah umur brp lo." Berulang-ulang sampe berbusa dia bilang "ada masa depannya ga?" lalu gw bete karena sesulit itu untuk healing & masih sulit untuk berani berencana/berekspektasi apapun tp malah dijejelin pertanyaan yg ngeinduksi anxiety tp di 1 sisi juga bener harus dipikirin. Kewalahan berperang sm pikiran sendiri, pagi tadi buka sermon  kata-kata ps. Phillip Mantofa " kalau tidak tahu apa langkah berikutnya, jangan gelisah hatimu, percayalah & berserah pada Allah." Berencana aja, trs serahin semua rencana ke yg punya sorga, God will lead the way. Ada bagian dari Mazmur 73:21-23 dalam puisi ini.
Lake Mar 2019
i was lying on the grass, high off my ***
thinking bout the past, if this life will last
and all that jazz, wondering if i'm going too fast
still trying to figure it out, what my life's all about
the quarter life crisis, i might not be at my nicest
all my friends drive a hybrid but their lives looking vapid
i'm not one to talk, i'm jack with no beanstalk
no golden goose to lay me some eggs
while everyone else says break a leg
i never broke any eggs so i can't make an omelette
but i'm on it i promise. then i ran out of the office
can't deal with expectations, cause i'm still hesitating
so afraid of failure that i keep on failing
it's a ******* paradox. now where did i put my pair of socks?
rgz Jan 2019
he exclaimed, she hinted, he nodded and prodded

they giggled and whispered, he retorted, she snorted

he vehemently seethed, she triumphantly screamed

and no one said anything
i hate it
de Negre Oct 2018
in a moment of childish insurrection,
          i folded a coin in half.
using the godly, hulking, still-sitting vice,
          i placed the quarter into its cold palms

with each turn of the rod,
          the coin bent.
it rotated, the crushing iron force,
          the vice had no emotion, only strength

the coin warped, fighting, a steel bone structure
          pushing up against the silent jaws.
i kept turning, changing that reflection of george washington
          into an irregular, uneven, foul little thing.


it had lost its value, the quarter
          going from the 'almost half a dollar' state
into nothing.
          a strange, bent, dismembered corpse

a serial ******, with the body sent to the state
          this coin, bent. it had no value
a few cents in nickel or copper, (at most)
          but it didn't have any value before;

before it lost its sole purpose,
          its existence taken in (george washington's) its eye.
other than the fact that we gave it what it held important
          its 'purpose', its 'value'

so much for that
nihilistic (unlike critical theory) abt a coin i crushed. true story, ooh gory, too boring
Ashleigh Black Jul 2018
Tonight, as I lay in bed, thoughts playing old memories on rewind - stop & pause at the good moments, fast forward through all the bad - my brows begin to furrow as I ask myself... what if? What if I would’ve decided to go a different college? What if I actually changed my major when I realized I would never be a striving politician? What if I would have not lived for others and lived for myself?

Well, here’s the beautiful thing about what ifs: it’s not the life you’re meant to live. If I didn’t study what I did I never would have met my husband. If I never met my husband I never would have realized I wanted to become a nurse. If I never lived these moments, I never would have found my true destiny. I can’t say I’m happy that it took me so long to find my purpose in life, but when I reflect on my life I now realize the mindset I needed to get to where I am today and not where it was 5 years ago. Unfortunately, life doesn’t wait for you to catch up. Thankfully, I have someone who undoubtedly believes in my abilities to succeed.

Regardless of how long it took to figure out or how long it takes for me to get to where I’m meant to be, I’m proud of the woman I’ve become and am still becoming.
Donna Dec 2017
Wearing a thong
The moon makes the stars wink
And the sunset blush
I found this in my drafts so I thought I share it :))
Donna Dec 2017
Lying on ones side
The moon gave me a big smile
So I smiled back
It does look like a smile :-)
Inspired from seeing quarter moon a few weeks ago whilst driving home from work :)
Ashleigh Black Jul 2017
I can see all of the glittering bits of you
deep inside your locket heart
waiting for the key of life that will fit
so perfectly into the grooves that yearn
for adventure and exploration,
needing the complexity that fate has
so mysteriously planned out for your soul,
your restless, tireless soul compiled of
figments of imagination and nostalgia
coalesced in the compartments
that keep you hopeful,
ambitious, and destined for
something more,
something better.
My therapist told me to start writing again, especially about what I want to do with my life. This isn't very specific nor is it really about what I want to do with the rest of my life, but it is a step in the right direction. There's hope and determination and I just need to stop being scared to act upon these feelings. I need to take ahold of my future, trust that I am capable to do whatever I set my mind to and just do it.
Mark Parker Jun 2015
There he sits.
The moon is in the sky,
like clockwork.
His personality changed
from yesterday,
along with his clothes.
Tonight, he's draped in stars
and showing only a quarter
of his wonderful personality.
How humble he can be.
He's playing off the light
of the fireflies
like a violinist from a conductor.
Look at that...he's higher
than the shadow connected trees.
My old friend,
you have a flare for the dramatic.
Observing the night....the other night. I always looked up and imagined the moon as a person when I was younger.
A part of me wants to see
The world for what it’s not,
A part of me loves to hate
The life that I've got,
A part of me wants to be
An epitome of victory,
The moment people point at me
I try to hide the other three;
Four quarters add to be the
One who’s forgot.
When cruel people laugh at me,
My pride is all I've got;
Cruel people call me mad
But trust me, I’m not.
Based on Dissociative Identity Disorder
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