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I think I know that I've gone too long
I forget the day and also the way
I stand long for the time I think I know the place that I have to know more
Maybe I get lost
Maybe I know I get lost
But I am still thinking I know that I've gone too long
And trying to come back
Do you mind if I come back?
Do you still accept me back?
In your heart, in everything I've done before
Indonesia, 17th April 2021
Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho
I love the way you do not love me.
But I hate the way you go and never tell me that you always love me by your side.
Indonesia, 12th April 2021
Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho

There's only one way I know of to get rid of a problem, and that's to solve it.
Jameson Blackmay Dec 2020
We hope for peace and immortality
but we continually invent new ways
to destroy each other
Shofi Ahmed Dec 2020
Sky is a roof
we can never touch.
Our feet stuck
on the ground
can't get rid off the dust.

Neither can we breath
without drowning
into the air.

Then we can say
every morning we can
scoop up a new sunrise!

Then there is an expiration
date set for each of us.

Gained all that in store
in the world?
But which way
is the way out?
Can anyone find
the exit time
before it comes?
Amanda Kay Burke Dec 2020
If this is at all possible
Take time out of day to appreciate the little things

A little gratitude goes a very long way

Reason to celebrate can be found
In the ******* situations

I know life is difficult
It is not impossible

Do not know what the future has in store but the one thing I can always foresee is laughter

Is this a premonition?
If you don't take life for granted your eyes will be opened to all the amazing possibilities hidden around you
Ive seen death
I am dying inside
Ive seen chaos
I am lost in it
Ive seen destruction
I lead the way
But I will never see,
Amanda Kay Burke Nov 2020
Long nights consume the slivers of day
Darkness is the Alaskan way
Has the song sung in summer flew away with the birds?
Our have we just forgotten the words?
Been in the shadow cast by winter's arrival
Since then the cold has been my rival
Branches break the sky up like pieces of glass
I look upwards as I walk waiting for danger to pass
Over hills the moon hangs in late afternoon
Hovering like a half-inflated balloon
Commitment to visibility not faltering a bit
Sometimes partly hidden but never completely quits
Dreams of warmer weather weave strands throughout my brain
Trying to ignore the snowfall exclaiming outside the windowpane
Putting all effort into embracing the ice
I can't be the only one who thinks some sunshine would be nice
I swear I was born in the wrong state hahaha
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