"antartica" poems
Sukarkah sekeping hati seorang wanita itu di fahami?
Is it too difficult
To understand a woman's heart?
Just her piece of heart
Hati wanita
A woman's heart
Kadangkala keras membatu
Sometimes too hard
Bak kerikil di jalanan
Just as hard as the stones
in the streets
Sekeuat ketulan ais di Antartika
as tough as an iceberg in Antartica..
Hati wanita
A woman's heart
Kadangkala dingin membeku
Sometimes as cold as ice
Kadangkala luka merah berdarah
Sometimes as red as it bleeds
Kadangkala duka bungkam dan lara
Sometimes too sad, almost grieving
Kadangkala tenang putih suci bak salju
Sometimes too calm, too pure
as white as the snow
Kadangkalanya selembut bulu pelepah
Sometimes as soft the feathers
Hati wanita
A woman's heart
Damai yang dicari
Always Searching for a peaceful soul
Langit tinggi ingin di gapai
Searching in the sky so high
Terbang jauh mencecah awan..
Flying up in the blue blue sky
Bahagia yang didamba...
Every woman seeks happiness
Hanya tersemat di dalam hati
Yet locking the desires at heart
Tersimpan seribu rahsia wanita
misteri.......
A woman's heart like an untold tales
the safest place where secrets and mysteries are sealed..
Selamanya di hati seorang bernama wanita
tightly sealed in a woman's heart forever.....
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 1:35 PM UTC
The Wicked Witch from Woodhaven,
It's quite an obstacle being your offspring.
Never have I been so self hating more when I listen to your heart-knifing words and unsympathetic demeanor.
Undermining my warm and graciousness as if I am some ant just waiting to be burned by sunlight through your magnifying glass,
I pray that some day you will change.
But a person so mentally unstable cannot change,
As you have passed those genes down unto me.
You have me riding some emotional rollercoaster at a carnival that Goblins should attend,
And not the normal, lively human soul.
Thankfully, I've decided to go elsewhere.
But the clowns that you call ailments won't allow me to leave.
I vow to change my ways, aiming to stand up to such an evil and love-deviating woman,
Yet your words freeze me up like your mouth is Antartica,
And your brain is scolding due to your visit to your throne in Hell.
I've suffered many tragedies inside my own mind,
Sad songs that are on repeat.
Carelessness and forgetfulness has brought me to decrease my envy of you.
You've devoured the confidence of your once favorite child for more times than he can count on both hands,
And both feet,
Twice.
I can appreciate the fact that you've raised me,
As it is nearly impossible to raise such a troublesome child.
Though wishing you had never even birthed me in the first,
I hold you responsible to why I am subdued.
Nurture has been long forgotten,
Since I had last treasured it so.
A mother's love is all that is good and holy,
But what is it worth to Satan?
You would know,
Since he is in fact, your creator.
Wicked Witch,
Stubborn *****
How awful these words sound to me.
They come out in frustration as you lead me to temptation,
And insecure I shall always be.
Crotchety old ghoul,
You've treated me like a fool,
For far too long I've counted.
Everlasting therapy is in order,
And forever you and I will be separated,
Separated by a border, That I have built,
In order to salvage some sort of a stable mind.
Kindly accept my creed to await,
The finalizing version of myself.
I've longed for such mortality,
Due to your immorality,
As guardian of my unnatural life.
Sep 22, 2016
Sep 22, 2016 at 8:10 AM UTC
life is a straight line, they say
no bouncing springs of chaos
and impossible conversations
which tear the mass of intermingled blue stitches
apart
no destination
a train with tracks straight through
the barren emptiness of
Antartica
not the hum of your insides
that
what’s that word again
soul
nor the pure anticipation
the twisted gut
of never quite knowing
it is not the fear of reaching
and extending
and finding
nothing
life is a dash
between symbols
it is an inch
representing all of you
which makes
you,
You
strangers will observe
casually
they will never envision your
silhouette against the glare of a Sunday
sun
your breath, coffee-ripe
or the morning news sitting at her
empty space
at the kitchen table
maybe,
if you're lucky
you'll get a brief pause,
a second of consideration,
two-and-a-half-centimeters worth,
before they move on
Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 6:22 PM UTC
Lets go.
Lets travel everywhere.
Discover the undiscover paradise
And unravel the beauty it hides.
Come on.
Lets us tour.
See and enjoy the wonder of nature
W/ a respect from its creator.
Hey.
Join me.
As, I travel from Atlantica to Antartica,
And to conquer America.
Cause life on Earth maybe difficult.
But it includes a free trip,
Under the heat of the sun.
Feb 7, 2016
Feb 7, 2016 at 8:19 AM UTC
I drove to the bank yesterday
I drove to fill my gas tank,Easter day
my dad went fishing with his friend today
and why shouldn't they?
leave me in the house
its no problem
i'll just sit and stare at the walls
take my brother too so there's no one to play
don't bother stocking up the fridge
forget about the electricity bill
mom's on the other side of the bridge
working for us
earning for us
just like dad
the clouds are crying like me
their tears falling on the roof
like marbles on the floors
the TV isn't working
neighbors are off skiing in Aspen
and i'm stuck at home
why can't I go fishing?
no room for me?
when will I go to Aspen?
when everybody will be going for vacations to Antartica?
this life's no life
trapped in the house,no phone
shoes muddy
hair curled up
breath smelling like socks
the day is over
but my complaints aren't
mom and dad are home
relaxing in front of the TV
Is EVERYTHING fine now?
Can I stop complaining now?
and MAY I go to sleep now?
Because i'm tired of complaining
now.
Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 10:22 AM UTC
"Life was a punch in the jaw and you were the pack of ice I needed."
But remember, we have a very complex relationship.
We are both poets, destruction is what we are known for.
But in reality,
They should call us carpenters.
We tear down, yes, but we also rebuild.
Better, stronger, our feet planted on the ground.
Your feet planted on my mind.
Frostbite,
That is what you gave me when you just would not let go.
Yes I needed an ice pack but not everything can be cold.
Your veins frozen solid,
Antartica in your heart.
I was so used too being frozen over that when the sun came out I thought I was burning.
I was burning.
The frost already bit me,
But all I want is for you to hit me.
Hit me with your words one last time.
I do not care if you spit razor blades,
Your poetic phrases will fill the room.
Coat me with metaphors and philosophical ideas like I am the Aristotle too your Plato.
When you are done I will spit fire like a dragon.
After so many years of being frozen,
Im sorry baby,
I do not know how too treat a burn wound.
Aug 31, 2015
Aug 31, 2015 at 3:13 PM UTC
teeth gritted yet chattering
body wrapped up yet shivering
curled into a ball
like a lonely girl in the corner of the hall
Jul 15, 2013
Jul 15, 2013 at 10:55 AM UTC
Break your knuckle on a steel gate
Get drunk at work
Destroy your lover's things but not your lover
Shave your head completely
Listen to everyone talk about RHCP
Mention John Frusciante solo work being really good
Acquire very wet ******* from a man in a trench coat
Opt out for cable and go to the bars to watch the game
Blow *** into your roommate's cat's nostrils until you notice effects
Try to understand why everyone is excited about Stranger Things
Cut open a stuffed shark and have *** with it
Listen to The Moob And Antartica because you need to hear A Wild Pack Of Family Dogs
Get a book you're never going to read but insist you'll get around to it
Buy another book and read that one instead
Let friend borrow book and never see it again
Get a small payday loan and sell your Squier Strat for 30 bucks
Tell your roommate you need more *** so hit the guy up
Get yelled at by girlfriend for punishing her dog
Get teeth removed and relish in painkillers
Throw rocks through cars at a ****** dealership
Get a burger at 5 am
Sleep
Wake up
Give coke to your friend's desperate lover
Go on 4 days without showering
Faint from a sneeze
Put super glue on broken glass to fix broken living room window
Be called a racist by a man of my same race AGAINST my same race
Laugh at how dumb political activists are
Go see friends you haven't seen for months and leave 25 minutes later
Write poetry for 10 minutes and pretend I have some message to convey
Put on flannel and take acid
Watch Eric Andre until my ghetto neighborhood produces people reckless enough to break in
Wish comes true
Crush face of armed adversary
Walk out of apartment complex
Break your knuckle on steel gate
Aug 29, 2016
Aug 29, 2016 at 4:55 AM UTC
*Wonder what I'll do when I grow up
I could tend to a mighty blaze on the ladder
of a city firetruck
Feed dolphins on the high seas
Explore Antartica with snow up to my knees
I'm the window cleaner high atop -
the skyscrapers of Atlanta
I can see myself driving a dump truck with a load of granite
Leading an orchestra , a game warden in the forest , a candler
at the egg farm , a cobbler in a tiny shop , a blacksmith
hammering horseshoes in the smithing barn* ..
Dec 3, 2016
Dec 3, 2016 at 11:31 AM UTC
Day after day,
Month after month,
Year after year,
The ice in Antartica,
will melt into water.
And the tension between us,
will vanish onto the skies.
It's just a matter of time.
Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 4:51 AM UTC
my body is a carton of eggs
with nothing but cracked shells
like the other side of the moon
the other side of a balloon
the other side of a loop
we see in nightmares
like soil drought
and traction
like antartica's
desert
and Jupiter's
europa
my skin is cracked tampered and
forgotten like the book of enoch
no love
no bones
no pores
like lidless eyes that lay red and
dry like the surface of mars
no flesh
no air
no sin
Jul 30, 2017
Jul 30, 2017 at 10:15 PM UTC
Her weapon of choice is not what you think, its not some metaphorical blade or a toilet or a sink. A bottle of tequila and whatever else she can think, makes a good girl go bad and her breath start to reek. Shes become an addict before the age of 21 because when her lips touch the bottle and she throws her head back shes not thinking of others when the liquid pours down her throat nearly drowning her. Shes grown fond of the warm feeling it brings that no one else seemed to do, its made her feel alive. And without this magic concoction her insides are like antartica, there is no heartbeat, no simple treatmentto make her come back alive from years of damage and scar tissue. Another night alone shes let her friend convince her that she needs more of this juice of life and shes lying on the floor now, barely able to breathe the liquids filling her lungs like an hour glass slowly losing time, her sense of reality is gone, the sirens are going off now the men cant save her because after all the alcohol percentage in her blood is more than her body can take."Another girl taken by a simple mistake" no one will come to her funeral because no one ever got the chance to love her like he did before he left. The bottle controlled her to the very end
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 7:28 PM UTC
i wanna go walk in the rain
and kiss new people
and stomp in puddles
and see the mountains when the sun hits them for the first time in the morning
and i wanna eat new food
and wake up with sun
and sleep with the moon
and walk among miles of beaches
and run barefoot in the sand
and climb the tallest trees i can find
and sail uncharted waters
and swim in the ocean while it rains
and jump out of planes
and explore antartica
and climb mountains
and go skinny dipping
and run barefoot through the jungle
and climb to the top of a building
and live.
really live.
Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 4:39 PM UTC