Dear past self. If you read this, you might realize that you have been through a lot of difficult things. Look at yourself in front of the mirror so you could see yourself that has grown into a strong person. You might have gone through so much pain and scars that you are no longer trying to cover up. You have had enough and even more than enough. Let time give you a chance to meet with happiness so you can see that the world is full of beautiful people. Let them surround you, fill your days with meaning, and drive away your loneliness. Let them be proud of who you are now. You are extraordinary.
Indonesia, 21st September 2021 Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho
She hides waterfalls behind her eyes The taste of oasis between her lips Her ******* are a valley of delights Sun caressed cliffs form her thighs The wide skies hang beneath her brow southern cotton fields clothe her golden soft skin while oceans east swirl at her curls and curving hips the harvests ripe upon her lips and if one asks me, “who is she?” I reply, “She’s my world, can’t you see…”
Corrected As the unraveled words slip through my thoughts into the universe. Correcting imperfections. Judging every woven threaded word. 4,065 languages. Written Unwritten
Intermingling words composing every thought as my own. punctuation leads me not. Grasping my Language(s): unknown
Yet once words with lack of punctuation seen not as a problem. Yet seen for its purity. That we the people could connect in understanding Emphasizing The languages we combine.
Punctuation implies correct. Given to the word by man/women. In hopes, the world could connect with a better understanding of one. Beautiful RIGHT? World keep in mind we are no one. WE ARE Combined Imperfections are the great mystery of how I see the connection. Judgment also will lay between the lines.. ......
I wanted to sign up for the game after hearing enough but there were some questions you had to ask first: Am I human or horde? Do I want to fight the environment or other players? I said I'd rather go against the other players before all the peacebloom and nightshade is farmed and everyone has to download the cataclysm expansion your jubilant response to the macabre alerted cautious receptors asking me to join your alliance to fight the horde because if I'm not on your side I'm undead or a troll some bloated tauren or greedy goblin even though there are plenty of healers on that side you're more concerned with damage per second because you're consumed by World of Warcraft so I said I was more interested in Plants vs. Zombies which I mistook for Call of Duty you said you don't play mobile games and the best games end in yelling at your computer because you don't need to know where a pixel comes from in order to **** the bad guys.
We throw ******* in our rivers. We crack open the road the earth has given us, to replace it with one that we consider more necessary. We pump out chemicals, and the try re-plant the trees that we have destroyed. Others maim and some starve. Some like I live a life of what can be called 'Luxury' So why do i complain that the world is not fair? Not fair because of my failed grade in Mathematics? Not fair because the gossip that surrounds ones life? We are not fair to the world that is giving to us, Why should it give more that it receives.
Oh, world! Let me write! Let me sling my pen across the page Let me smash my fingers to the keys Make them shake and break and bleed "Its not easy being me" I will write on top of a mountain Write in the middle of a thundering wave Speak unspoken words to thin-bladed air Make my voice heard because "Theres no one like me" Let me essay the truth Let me stanza the lies Whatever you do Just help me now And let me write Until I ask you To stop.