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Megitta Ignacia Mar 2020
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.
Philomena Sep 2019
Looking back
When you said those words they held some weight
And I laughed it off at the time
But I went back to my bed that night
And my mind began to race
I know you've painted a target on my back
If I was more oblivious to people like you I would not have seen it
But it's bright red like blood
And rather noticeable

I should have known better
Every laugh and smile comes with a price
And it's never cheap
So when you said those words
All I heard was the price

I will not pay your ransom
I am not interested in those words
And while you were technically correct
You were also very wrong
So believe me when I say this
If you ever feel so bold as to use those words on me again
I'll make you eat them
Kody dibble Jul 2019
Daring to say words,
Laughing thoughts cause tension,
Like jester's,
knighted into dreary stanzas and contortions

Where are all the mild men?
The one's who count for days
Who swindle the swindler,
The very breath of a man,

Is but...

Don't you?

See the target out there Charles?
Hit that and life will build you a shelter
Charles God has no shelter
No target to hit
Pretty little things
Nimrod kiptoo Apr 2019
I want succeed so bad, I want to see myself saying if I make this millions this month, how much will I make next month.
Ray Dunn Apr 2019
bullet in my brain,
even before you shoot me
i’m already dead.

who cares!
I love cats so much I volunteer at a local shelter and they’re always so scared I just want to love them but I hate invading their space n scaring them :( I wish they knew how much I love them and how much I would never hurt them
Rose Cliff Mar 2019
I am the Target that is placed on a wall
You are the arrow shot from a bow
Dheeraj Gupta Feb 2019
वही दूसरी दुनिया का दीदार बाकी है,
आँखें मूंद कर अभी एक सैर बाकी है।

अभी माँ की गोद में सर रख थपकी मिलना बाकी है,
चाँद तारो की बारात में जाना बाकी है।

पलकें भारी कर मूंदना बाकी है,
नज़रों में एक ख्वाब आना बाकी है।

ख़्वाब जो सोने न दे,
ख़्वाब जो कही खोने न दे।

भगाता है तू मुझे अपने पीछे,
रुक तुझे जीकर अभी पुचकारना बाकी है।

बुलबुला नही है तू जो हल्की हवा से फट जाएगा,
अभी तेरा आंधियो की सैर करना बाकी है ।

सोता था कभी तुझे देखने के लिए,
अब तुझे देखकर नींद लेना  बाकी है।
Dreams worth chasing .
md Jan 2019
It’s me, the one nerd
Yes, who you used to throw your
hand made paper planes when I was concentrated in the books,
then pass your homework like I was your personal tutor
And made me cry on my way
back to home

It’s me, the fat
Yes, who you did not consider for cheerleading team just
because I was out of shape
And made me cry on my way
back to home

It’s me, the gay
Yes, who you used to beat up in the locker room for being
attracted to the same gender.
And made me cry on my way
back to home.

It’s me, the differently abled
Yes, who you used to punch,
slap, toss
anytime you wanted to do so.
And made me cry on my way
back to home


Listen to this, bully
It came to our mind, many times
to **** ourselves
because of the humiliation and the pain. but at our home door, we stood,
wiped the tears
because can’t show mama
that we were weak
and dad that we couldn’t stand for ourselves.

we did survive through, alive
but with remarks and scars
and with a shattered heart
-ache
Bullying is very bad.
Please don’t hurt other people.
Be kind to everyone.
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