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I use to have a friend but my she is DEAD
dyed with 16 butterflys in her head
she was starved and skinny
bleached and blond
but she NEVER smiled...

Her brother was a gansta WANNABE
when ever I saw her, he looked at me
I never knew why she hated him
I never understod why he call her MAGOT
or why being her friend ment i shall
NEVER look at him...

Her mom left 1 week after her was birth
she wished she was barried in the dirt
I guess she never held her
I guess she never loved her
all I know it is she ONLY called her *****
and only saw her 1 time
the 2 of them and crystal in there lungs...

Her dad was kinda scary
he drove a big big truck
he was a big big ****
he showed her how to play getar
and how to fight
he showed her how LOVE him
and how to HATE gerself...

But now this girl is dead
choked on her  blood
drowned in her  tears
cut in to SO meny pices
broken like she allways was and now to Roth...

I had a friend so beautiful
so fun and so alive
and the truth is she is not really dead
we only wish she was...
Is this a poem?
Andika Putra Jul 2019
Matanya yang kalap di kotak

menghampas debur debu dari atap ke puncak dahan. Menutup temaram lampion.

Berusaha menampik getar di dada yang telanjang. Itu-kini

sampai kesekian lintas kelokan. Terlewati.

Enam uang logam terbuai lendir lintah saat kududuki kursi tak ubahnya senjakala & engkau sadar. Berdiam & terus bungkam

menunggu henti nyanyian puan nun sumbang

berkaca daku yang terpasung, itu di abu

letupan yang mencandu hujam asam &

melulu jadi bisu-kita. Di renda setengah tertutup/ semua orang sudah tahu.

Perihal hening yang memang tak pernah membuah harap.


Hilangnya alkisah kemuning pala kambing yang enggan memerah.
Walau bertumpu akan cita dalam almanak musnah-karam

/ tiada henti di jaga oleh wajah-wajah muram;

di garis vertikal

di persegi dua dimensi/ hitam

pun segitiga/ jajar genjang

& semut kita mengerubung oval. Seraya penonton menyilang dua lengan di dada

di lingkar rafia sementara ini semakin terasa di Kursi. Meja. Cangkir. Jendela. Cat. Kuas & Tv. Lentera. Buku. Radio. Senter

/beringin di jiwa.
Silmi Afiqah Apr 2015
Sederas arus di musim tengkujuh
Sedentang guruh jantungku berdentung
Tak getar semangatku bertaruh
Nyawa diancam, azam dijunjung

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