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Ari Nurzulaikha Dec 2017


I'm not Alice,
How could you call me that?
Although I could speak to animals,
Doesn't mean I'm that Alice,
Your Alice as you say it;



I'm not Alice,
Could you stop telling me that?
I'm trouble and a mess,
If I'm Alice I'd be lively,
And spread happiness that once gone;



My Alice, Our Alice,
People always said that to my face,
After I moved in with you,
And they saw me talking to the animals,
It weird me out so much;



I'm not Alice,
I couldn't save you,
I hope your mother happy with me leaving you,
Leave me with your disease on me,
And maybe we'll be together after this;



The street are cold and *****,
But my companion keep me warm,
It will always be animals helping me,
Because I cannot take care of myself,
I don't care if I'm that Alice people talking about,
For me that Alice has gone,
At the time you pushed me away.

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Did u know? When I write this poem, I cried thousand tears. I dreamt as if I was that Alice and she didn't have happy ending in my dreams. Its so sad and hurt to be in her place. I cannot help but continue to cry after I wake up from this dream. I asked myself; 'Why did I have to have a sad dreams?' Because I always have sad dreams each night I sleep peacefully.
Ari Nurzulaikha Oct 2017
Title : A Girl and A Boy

There is a story about a girl and a boy,
They are from different backgrounds,
Different knowledge and ethic,
But with the same cold heart;

A girl without a smile plastered on her face,
A girl who waved people off from their presence?
A girl crying out loud in the middle of the night?
But she's far from a girl with demons on her tail;

A boy with a hard, stern face,
A boy who only small so little, barely seemed like a genuine smile,
A boy caring for others more than himself,
But he's never be a boy with an angel beside him;

That girl becomes an angel,
And that boy become a demon,
Both not known what they need to do,
And stunned when the reality hit them hard;

As cold as they can be,
They are from a different world,
They aren't worse from other people,
They are still the same person when they're first born.
People come from different circumstances and they think differently from others. This poem is to show us that people has different thinking and what they see in their future.

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