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Tatya Koeswanto May 2017
I remember your shades of blue,
just like you wore your favorite jeans.
How could you love a yellow in me,
out of thousands of beautiful hues out there?

It hits me, and the memories start.
Car rides out of town,
fast food for supper,
your obsession over ice sweet tea and your favorite local sports team,
breakfast I made,
walking in the rain with my yellow coat while you soaking wet,
or when you promised to take me to your fave martabak parlor.
Or when our friends tried to pair us every time. No.
We haven't been there yet, have we?

You were surprised by how I love fries dipped in a mcflurry,
but then you loved it.
Countless midnight we breathe each other jokes,
or when you told me about your future you worried.
About promises, we are going to break.
Twice, I loved and love two souls.

You gave me your love and I let them die.
In between ice cream and books and your sweet disposition,
I did awful things, didn't I?
We haven't spoken since I went away.
Twice, and you are still there.

They said you will fall in love until it hurts, or bleeds,
or fades in time.
But I wish you knew that
I'd never forget you as long as I'd live.
written in November 2nd 2016, retype in May 2017.
Alvian Eleven Mar 26
I'm bored of watching the first and second world war movies.
I want to watch the third world war.
Not a movie but a real war.
Hi tech war with various modern weapons.
Mutual destruction between China , Russia , Iran against America , British , Europe.
This will be the most epic war and I can't wait to watch it.
I will watch it streaming on the big TV that I just bought.
I will watch it casually sitting on the soft sofa in my warm room.
I will watch it while eating martabak and drinking cincau ice.
The third world war will be the best entertainment in the 21st century.


March 2025

By Alvian Eleven
arby May 16
Night by night
sometimes full moon, sometimes none at all.
Last night, the sky cried.
Tonight, it exhales something warmer, softer.
Spotify becomes my escape,
letting the songs take over like an old soul
tuning in to who I used to be.

How do I feel?
Neither sad nor happy.
Just… peaceful.
Let the next song play, let me sit with this quiet.

I turn down the lights.
Coffee in one hand, slow good music in the air
I tell myself, this is enough for now.
If I were a martabak, the topping would be cheese:
simple, sweet and savory, not asking for attention.
If I were an animal, I’d be a firefly
glowing only when it’s dark enough to be seen.
If I were a flower,
it’d be the kind that blooms when no one’s watching.

Maybe being alone doesn’t always mean being lonely.
Maybe this stillness is growth with softer shoes.
If someone ever asked where I’ve been all this time,
I’d smile and say,
“I’ve been learning how to be enough,
even without a crowd to clap for it."

— The End —