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Megitta Ignacia Jan 2022
There's secrets exchanged
Under the round peachy city light,
Across Gadjah Mada street

Between 4 privilege kids
Denpasar has it ways
To unite west-east-north-south at once

Here, to the feast
To the riddle of longing
To floating dilemmas
To confusing adulthood
We've been together before
Not just a narrative hunters

When the wind oppress
We are lost,
but we're not gonna lose
020122 |23:08
Nasi jinggo stall near pasar kumbasari gajah mada street. Deep conversation between four mid-late-twenties kids about life, struggle about adulthood, guilty of being privelleged, choosing work that fulfill us as a human, pressure to take care of aging parents, going back to hometown or live freely wherever we want, journey to commitment/married life, and everything in between me, Andri, Blide, Rza. It eases my soul. Happy new year.
jerely Apr 2015
Donna kanji datta?
Ii kanji ka douka?
Tabun wakaranai kedo,
Mada kangaeshite agerun no na.

Moshi zutto ai suru kanatte naoshitette
Mata wa tabun gamanshimasu.
Dochira mo ii kanatte.*


What kind of feeling is this?
A better one or not so?
Maybe i can't say so but,
I still think of giving it...

If only love could heal it longer
Or maybe i could bear it again.
Whichever it is.
Too bad i can't post kanji characters here but i guess i can still write it in a romaji way.

April 18, 2015
jerelii
Cooyright
Karijinbba Mar 2021
Kiriaki Olivia Eleni Mada-lozi
from Piraeus Greece Billy
ugly Marcia, Sherry Shriki, Darni, Judy Gim, Alb- tch, Jeff Albr.. Henry Robert W
Impotent ejaculator precosē. Charles manson's advocates; Henry Robert narcissistic
your sociopath psychopath nurse from hell in LA CA.
You aren't above the law
Poisoners sterile hainas  
Susan WRat no.
**** human predators human traficants to hell with you all- ratas inmundas! Emilia Velazquez thief IHSS should put you in jail And immigration take your green card stealing my savings and stimulus money cashed. Shame on you rata inmunda ladrona.

Filthy rats
Creeping animals
**** of life
Shoddy monstrosity.

Subhuman
Spectres of Hell
**** vermins
How much damaged you've done to me and my daughter's
Poisoning them with hallucinogenic metamphetamins psychotropics without them knowing
Then, blackmailing them to give up their parental rights to sterile haenas jealous medeas
Add insult to injury to my family forcing psychiatric pill intake to hide your ancient crimes
Your hate crime is now public susan ra-t-ano hell *****

You bought my grown daughter from the human predators I had escaped from
1982.
Coward filthy **** *****

Vermin word raitano
Poisonous serpent
Waste of life
I hate you and despise you.

Two-legged rats
I'm talking to you all
because creeping creatures,
even being the most cursed,
compared to your evildoers
vermin human predators,
a creeping snake
stands taller than you all.

**** leeches
**** cockraoches
you who infects with bites,
who hurts and who kills.
Slanders trashing whoever
is holy good and precious

You Vermin
Poisonous serpents
Waste of life
I hate you and despise you.
I bind to you all my motherly pain I curse you in every life time.
Two-legged filthy rats,
I'm talking to you!
because a creeping creature,
even being the most cursed and ugly, in hell, on Earth
unwelcome in heaven,
compared to you **** brains.
stands much taller.

You're listening to me
useless
Hyena of Hell
How much I hate you and despise you!

**** leech
**** cockraoch
you who infects with bites,
who hurts and who kills.

Vermin
Poisonous serpents
In everyone's paradise.
Waste of life
I hate you and despise you.

Two-legged my filthy rats
I'm talking to you too ***** donors madalozi charms.bos henry welonek.
because a creeping creature,
even being the most cursed compared to you
You stand even smaller.
~~~~~~~
Repost.
By Paquita del Barrio
And Karijinbba.
1976-present
All Rights.
To my unprovoked filthy enemies
Child torturers may karmic dñnnnebt give you all
an eye for an eye poisonous night shades vampires may my light blast you all out
Sam Mar 2020
You know those days --
those sad, miserable, sucker-punched in the heart, sort of days --
when all you want, is for the tears to well out of you?
for your tears to flow, so that at least something comes out?
But it's as though you have no more tears left in you.
Your well is all dried up.

It's a bit like my heart, actually,
The way it's dropping,
so
     far
           down
                       in my chest.
(I'm almost worried it'll disappear.)

And I have friends.
I have these wonderful, beautiful, friends of mine -- I have people.
But it feels
                     as though
I am glass.
                     fragile.
                     see-through.

And no matter how I want
                                                   to scream, "HELP!"
the words stay sticky, stuck,
                                                   in my throat.
And in the end, well.
I'm back all alone.

But I am still breathing.
       I am still living.
                still wanting to keep on doing those things.
More than anything, I want to push
that darkness,
that fear,
that lingering sadness, swallowing me whole into its abyss --
I want to push it far, far, away.

But all I can do now, is ask:
"How do I get out of here?"
Like that little lost child, whom I have not been in so long.
And hope
for an answer
that will not come.




-- original, typed in romaji --




Korewa,
Nakitakutemo, nakitakutemo,
Ikiru kotoga zenzen mazushikutte,
Mou, namidawa nai.
tte iu kannji.

Nannka, kokoro ga sukoshi zutsu
"chi-nn" to ochiterumitai.
Soshite, tomodachi ga donnani itemo
Jibunnwa fuyou no gurasu
Mou, toumei mitai ni natte
[Tasukete] to iitakutemo
Kotobawa nodo ni tsuikotte,
Owariniwa mata hitoribochida.

Demo, mada ikiterushi,
             mada ikitai****,
Kono kurosa, kono nayamiwa,
Tookuni oshitai.
Daga, maigo no kodomo no youni,
[Douyatte kokokara deruno?]
toshika kikenai.
The English is a translation of something I wrote a little less than a month ago, other title suggestions welcome. I was having a not fantastic day, so the original was in Japanese. As Hello Poetry doesn't yet allow for kanji characters, I've typed it here using romaji.
John H Maloney Jun 2017
tu da ve za sivi
va du vi za vada zo
veda ga va caduza
nevaga za du vo
badeva bada debu
yana ba va gada ze
remana ga redava
mada ga de bada ve
Written as an experiment in separating sound from meaning. Like instrumental music, all that matters is the sound of the syllables, but like the interpretation of a conventional poem, the exact sound of each syllable is up to the reader.
Aryan Sam Apr 2019
Tadap reha ha
Gor bi tadapda rahunga
Par tenu dekhan nai aaunga

Miss kr reha ha
Miss karda bi rahunga
Par tenu miln nai anda

Saliye ki keha c
Kuj kar lAyegi, je me koi gal kiti
Ena bi bura nai c me

Ro reha ha tenu dekhan lai
Ro reha ha tenu milN de lai
Par sala tere wal nu per chakan di himmat nai hundi

Yaar ena bi mada nai c me
Ik war dasea ta hunda

Gaalan bi nai lad sakda tenu ta
Ki milju menu gaalan kad ke

Sachi dasa. 5 waj rahe ne
Tera hi sapna aya hoea c
Bus ehi ik jariya reha gea he
Tenu dekhan da te tenu milan da

Par pata sapne wich bi tu
Beganea **** mildi he
Na gal kardi he
Na hi mildi he
Bus sirf dikhai dindi he

Hate u kudiye
Milica Fara Oct 2020
Sve počne kada nastupi tišina. Kada prestane svo šuškanje, lupkanje, svi koraci i kikot. Kada ostanem sama u svojoj sobi, u kojoj je jedini izvor svetlosti sveća sa mirisom vanile.
Tada, dok ležim pokrivena omiljenim mekanim ćebetom koje mi je poklonila baka još kada sam bila mala, tok misli me vodi u svetove za koje nisam ni znala da postoje. Ne osećam težinu svog tela, ne vidim više ni svetlost sveće. Veoma je slično snovima, ali ipak ne sanjam.
Odjednom, srce mi jače kuca, disanje mi se ubrzava i iz mira me izbacuju misli, koje sada ne teku, već jure kao da se takmiče koja će pre da dopre do mene. Nekim danima su to misli koje izgledaju kao polje maslačaka u proleće, obasjano suncem, u kom se čuje samo cvrkut ptica i moj smeh. Sa druge strane, moje misli mogu da izgledaju i kao sklop svih prirodnih nepogoda. Tada sklupčana sedim u uglu svog uma, osetim vrelinu požara i čujem grmljavinu, ali ne vidim ni prst pred okom.
Mada, kao što ništa u životu nije crno-belo, nisu ni moje misli. Uvek postoji taj međuprostor, to šarenilo ili ponekad samo praznina. Mnogo puta mi se desilo da uđem u svoj um i da on izgleda kao beskonačno bela soba puna pitanja. Koja pitanja se nalaze na beskonačno belom zidu vašeg uma?
Ima jedna devojcica zove se Nika. Gledam je kako raste vec dobrih godinu dana od kako skoro svake nedelje odlazim na neke casove. Uvek me doceka ispred vrata na stepenicama, onako uzbudjeno, pozdravi se, malo se izmazimo i onda je zovu u drugu sobu ne bi li smetala casu, mada zna ona da se usunja i dodje po jos mazenja.  Dok je bila mala to je bilo lako, prosla bi ispod staklenog stola, kojim sam uvek zabarikadirana sa jos dve fotelje. Jednom nesvesna da je porasla skoro pa se zaglavila , samo je uspela da proturi glavu ispod stola tek toliko da joj njuska izadje kod mene.

Inace Nika ima sad taktiku kako da se tako velika smesti na krilo. Prvo sedne ispred tebe , sva je fina, mirna, onda ti pocnes da je mazis, a ona ti uzvrati sa kojim lizom, sto je vise mazis sve te vise lize i onda krene podignutim prednjim sapama polako da te gura i da ti se priblizava licu pokusavajuci da te lize i kako imas tedenciju da se odmaknes otvori se prazan prostor na kolenima gde ona samo prebaci svoj trup i onda je opet sva mirna ko bubica i uziva (i tesko ju je skloniti :) ).

Pre nekoliko meseci Nika nije bila dobro, nesto je pojela napolju i ukucani su bili poprilicno zabrinuti jer je to bio prvi put da je vide takvu. Sela je u fotelju pored mene i spustajuci njusku prema vratu dok je mazim kao da je govorila: " ne nisam danas dobro"

Nika je retriverka.

Podsetila me je na jos jednu devojcicu koja je isto znala da dodje i pozdravi se sa mnom.

Jednom, bila je neka guzva, iz druge prostorije cula sam je kako laje sto se nije cesto desavalo, a i ovo lajanje koje se ponavljalo nije bilo oglasavanje kad neko dolazi ili lajanje na nekog prolaznika, vec da nesto nije u redu i to vlasnici pasa sigurno znaju i prepoznaju ali vlasnica tada nije bila tu.

Nakon nekog vremena verovatno ne znajuci vise sta ce, setila se i dosla je do mene u drugu prostoriju gurajuci glavu ispod stola i daju ci mi znak da joj je muka. Ustala sam i otvorila najbliza vrata, razumele smo se i ona je odmah krenula za mnom da joj otvorim vrata od unutrasnjeg dvorista kako bi mogla da se jadnicak tamo olaksa. Do dvorista u prolazu pored ulaznih vrata, u prostoriji sa zasticenom vrstom, ona je vec bila izbacila poprilicno iz sebe, a niko je nije video niti cuo.

Kad se setim toga da je dosla kod mene i da sam mogla da joj pomognem, meni draga zivotinja :)


hm maart 2017
Aditya Roy Jul 2019
Watashi wa mada kore ni ikimasu kaishi jikan
Chigai o umu hōhō watashitachi wa anata ni aete ureshīdesu.
Nakete wakata hajime wareta sono kono miru sumai ni
Watashi wa tsumetai yume o mite mimashou
I'm going to this still
Opening time
How to make a difference
We are happy to meet you.
Neka pticica ko polarna medvedica pod pahuljama stoji i setace broji...

...pet miliona manje devetnaest hiljada sedamsto cetrdesed jedan setaca, jednako, cetiri miliona devetsto osamdeset hiljada dvesta pedeset devet , pet miliona manje devetnaest hiljada sedamsto cetrdesed dva, jednako, cetiri miliona devetsto osamdeset hiljada dvesta pedeset osam, pet miliona manje devetnaest hiljada sedamsto cetrdesed tri setaca, jednako, cetiri miliona devetsto osamdeset hiljada dvesta pedeset sedam setaca, evo jedne koja mi je poznata, znaci, pet miliona manje devetnaest hiljada sedamsto cetrdesed cetirisetaca, jednako, cetiri miliona devetsto osamdeset hiljada dvesta pedeset sest ...

U cilju tacnog prebrojavanja nisam htela da isto pokvarim prilaskom, al se nadam da sledece subote nakon novog brojanja u polutami ce mi sapnuti koliko nas ima.

Mada, mozda je i pristup brojanju bio u fazonu, voli me-ne voli me.
...devetnaest hiljada sedamsto cetrdesed prvi, on me ne voli, ako oduzmem od pet miliona ostaje mi onih cetiri miliona devetsto osamdeset hiljada dvesta pedeset devet, devetnaest hiljada sedamsto cetrdesed drugi, ni ovaj me ne voli, ako oduzmem od pet miliona ostaje mi onih cetiri miliona devetsto osamdeset hiljada dvesta pedeset osam, jel dobro vidim, evo jedne, kaze da me voli, znaci, devetnaest hiljada sedamsto cetrdesed treci, ako oduzmem od pet miliona ostaje mi onih cetiri miliona devetsto osamdeset hiljada dvesta pedeset osam koji me ne vole i jedna koja me voli, devetnaest hiljada sedamsto cetrdesed cetvrti, ne voli me....

Ako je ovaj metod izabran onda se nadam da ce doci da proveri tu ljubav i da mi sapne u polutami koliko ih ima.

hm :)
Bas nemam volje da opet provodim neko vreme sama, mada isto mi se hvata bila tamo ili ovde

mh
btw. Mozda sam malo pozurila juce, ali tu sam slusam te i dalje. Rekoh ako dobro tumacim (a mozda i ne )onda i treba da odreagujem odmah jer ako tako nesto zelis morala bi sto pre da odlucis, mada je meni usvajanje dece isto ok, mozda bih u odredjenim situacijama tome dala i prednost. Za onog ko materijalno dobro stoji i moze sebe da zamisli u toj ulozi, sve je moguce.



mh

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