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I remember the days
when you talk more
while I prefer silence
and listen.
I remember the days
where the conversation
only happens through one side.
I remember the days
where words are warmer than a kiss
and hugs.
I remember the days
when you prefer to side with separation.
I remember the days
when you try not to remember me.
I remember those days.
And you no longer want to remember everything.
Indonesia, 7th August 2021
Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho
 Aug 2021 Deepali
Thomas W Case
When people annoy me with their
constant complaining or their
non stop arguing, or even worse,
their illogical demands:
"For the last time, you can't buy
***** with food stamps."  Or,
"There is no way a crow took the
rent money out of your hands and
flew off with it."

What I do is close my eyes and
pretend they're squirrels chattering
in squirrel language.  
Then they don't bother me so much.
I just want to reach out and pet them,
or give them a handful of nuts.
It's not hard; half of them look
like squirrels anyway.
Fear not the failure
not one test
not one trial
nor the life
  
For everything , will only let you soar high..


Roads might be dark
maybe little unclear
or be it difficult
Sit simply  not in the track

For everything , will only lift you higher..
Opportunity never knocks twice at your door...
If chances didn't come at your way , you go find and take the chances...
It's now or never...
 Aug 2021 Deepali
Brett
My Thanks
 Aug 2021 Deepali
Brett
Oh Baby,
These still pictures seem to be running free
Tell me why your eyes have begun to move through mine
Just you, in a field of flowing flowers
The red and blue tulip hues
Wish and wave before your legs
And there you are, in full bloom

I am not so mad, that I believe I can touch the past
But I can feel, still today, the warming rose color upon my face
See, nothing ever truly gets washed away
We linger still
In a longing look just beyond our windowsills
My tortured rain has gone away
For these rolling fields and riverbanks, you have my thanks.
 Aug 2021 Deepali
Benzene
The War
 Aug 2021 Deepali
Benzene
my mind and heart are constantly at
war ;
to prove to each other their
power.
When I let my heart decide
my mind refuse to take my side
but ;
whenever I let my mind to score a win
my heart goes in a terrible spin.

They both make me confuse with their advice  
It make me over think everything twice

You have to learn to let you mind and heart
win;
and this is a wonderful art .
Sometimes They both give you strife ;
but this is all experiencing
life.
Is this happen with everyone or I'm the only one to face the internal war? .haha , but I'm learning to let them be friends .Hope you all doing good , take care of your health and family .
 Aug 2021 Deepali
Benzene
She is like water running through the valley
drifting through the rocks
the rocks make unable to move
unable to grow
unable to flow
Takes away her ability to contribute,
but,
Water is meant to flow to the Ocean,
Not to be contaminated,
By the pollution of your opinion.

She is like water
surrounded by things still finds ways
crashing every barrier comes in her way
She want to rehydrate the minds,
That have been compressed,
That have been dehydrated,
She want to refresh the dry ideology.
She'll nurture the barren land of old thoughts .
An Ocean looks so calm and beautiful but when you dive , you know how much depth it has and how much darkness it stores .
Inspired by someone's pain and experience .
you are peaceful like water
and become strong like its waves .
 Jul 2021 Deepali
David P Carroll
Kiss
Me
And
Hold
Me
So
Tight
And
Promise
Me
You'll
Love
Me
For
The
Rest
Of
Your
Life.
She Loves Me  🥰💕🦩❤️🕊️
And
when the eyes come back
to shed tears,
I hope
it’s not a cry of remorse,
nor to let go.
Indonesia, 18th July 2021
Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho
Every poet takes his own lonely path to compose poetry.
Indoensia, 20th July 2021
Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho
 Jul 2021 Deepali
Healer
Why?
 Jul 2021 Deepali
Healer
Does the solitary candle desire to melt and die?
Is it silvered kite fate to glide on the wind?
How can a blind seek the uncertain light?
What if these wishes are the test of an unfair life.
Maybe it wasn't about the candle's love,
But the warm gaze of baleful flame grew all unkind.
Maybe a blind can't find the light,
can't differentiate between black and white.
Like pandora's box mystery, the light will give him a fright.
Maybe there is no answer that is right.
My mother once said,'no one is empty of love'
Then why every soul is thirsty,
Why is every heart full of questions?
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