"tuh" poems
Gua sama sekali gak maksudbuat ngejelekin, ngejatuhin cowo gua yang sekarang
gua punya cerita yang mungkin lu semua pernah ngadapin dengan kejadia yang sama
gua punya cowo, asli gua sayang banget sama dia, gua pengen ngebahagia in dia kayak gua pengen ngebahagian keluarga gua. Tapi, ada banyak hal yang selalu buat gua ragu sama dia.
1. dia gak pernah sms ato nelponin gua duluan alesan tidur.
2. gak pernah bilang sayang sama gua, kecuali waktu nembak
3. kalo di ajakin alesan nya segudang, mungkin penuh kali tu gudang
pasti lu semua punya pikiran kalo dia Cuma mainin gua, ato pun gak sayang sama gua?
tapi biarpun dia kayak gitu, gak tau kenapa gua tetep aja sayang. Gua ikut aturan dia, gua ikut apa maunuya dia. Pokoknya semua maunya dia gua jabanin deh
karena ada satu hal di diri dia yang sulit banget gua lupain selama ini adalah KENYAMANAN kalo dideket dia.
Padahal yah, gua punya seseorang yang jelas.jelas sayang sa,ma gua, bias ngasih apa aja yang gua mau, yang bias ngebahagia in gua dengan semua hal yang dia punya, dia adalah mantan gua yang pacaran sama gua 2 tahun lebih.
gua udah banyak ngelewatin hari sama dia, susah maupun senang, dia mungkin satu.satu cowo yang paling ngerti siapa gua.
cowo yang paling care sama gua, pokok nya cowo yang paling sempurna deh dia
meskipun kayak gitu tetep aja gua gak bisa boongin ati mgua sendiri, pacaran sama dia tapi inget orang lain buat apa coba?
lagian gua harus nurut apa kata orang tua gua gak boleh pacaran sama dia, toh gua gak bias ngelawan.
*buat kamu cowo yang jadi pacar aku : please donk sayang, jangan cuek sama aku.
jangan suka banyak alesan, aku tuh sayang banget sama kamu.
coba deh kamu yang ngertiin aku sekali.kali jangan akunya terus donk
*buat kamu cowo yang aku sakitin : maapin aku udah nyakitin kaamu, semoga diluar sana kamu bakal ketemu cewe yang syang banget sama kamu.
maapin aku
#sekarang gua Cuma pengen satu hal yaitu lepas dari kedua.duanya.
gua mau orang baaru, tapi gua takut tuk memulai itu semua
sangat.sangat btakut
Apr 19, 2012
Apr 19, 2012 at 5:16 AM UTC
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Your beautiful heart has a tiny little hole
Goin’ b’bap-bim-boom boom-bap...b’bap
The mitral-valve-prolapsed leaky little hole
It goes ba-bum-bap, bitty-bap, rat-ta tat tat
Instead of the traditional ba-dum, ba-dum
And aside from the fact that I like the beat
There’s another reason, baby, I like you, (yum)
Why I lay myself down at your ivory feet
It’s not because your heart sound like a drum
Or the fact your soul shines bright and true
It’s not just the *** tuh-tum tum tum*
...It’s because I have a hole in my heart too
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 7:34 AM UTC
I can't feel my arms
I'm being dead serious
There was so much pain
I'm not being delirious
I can't feel my legs
I walked so far
But now its so dark
I don't know where they are
I can't feel my neck
Its like it just snapped
Over in seconds
Crack crack crack
Tears down my face
In so much pain
But before I knew it
I was numb again
Nothing is left
But the sound of the drum
Or as you know it, the heart beat
Tuh tum tuh tum tuh tum
I can't feel anything
It's not just in my head
Now the truth is plain...
I am dead.
May 17, 2013
May 17, 2013 at 8:28 AM UTC
Falling in love with sarcasm wearing a onesie
From across the pond, I see your smile
Shining with a sparkling nose ring right above it
The sun hitting you just right
One day I’ll see you
You’ll see me
And we’ll grow old giggling about “poot” and “vee-tuh-min”
To everyone, you’re just another brit
To me, you’re royal family
Princess Brit
Dec 2, 2012
Dec 2, 2012 at 2:18 PM UTC
Ek zindagi hain farheen ki
Aur hain dus mod
Farheen ki khoish raktay hain sabhi
Par farheen ki khoish hain koun
Souchtay chalogay tuh shyad smajaogay
Milingay sabhi tumay
Par phir bhi farheen ki khoish raktay phirogay
Dhondna chatay tuh dholo
Har gali har mouhala
Milingay haar koi par
Dil ki baat hain dil tuh sirf
Farheen kay pass hain
Aug 8, 2022
Aug 8, 2022 at 3:53 PM UTC
[in-tuh-muh-see] (noun)
1. you'll let him undress you even though morning light is pouring through his two story apartment window and he's never seen you naked without the dark to hide your flaws; you won't have to hold your breath the entire time.
2. he isn't afraid to pray with you, you aren't afraid to tell him when you're not ok. You both wake up in each other's arms believing that nothing would ever be as simple as this.
Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 10:37 AM UTC
"T-t-tuh-truthfully," he stammered,
"I cannot tell the d-d-difference."
Inside a recently abandoned coal mine,
His voice scattered down endless tunnels.
He lit a match and held it up before him,
But it immediately burned out.
"Are you an idiot or something?"
His companion shuffled beside him.
There was small, plastic-sounding click
And then they were both bathed in light.
"You can't light matches down here, ***
You'll blow us to Kingdom Come."
"S-s-s-" but his companion cut him off. "Sorry
don't put the skin back on your bones."
"Now look again, Matine." His companion
Urged him closer to the small wooden table.
Matine looked at the two, ancient sea shells,
Anxiety filling up his stomach like acid soup.
Several tense seconds passed as he brought
Each one up to his face and studied it.
"T-t-tuh-truthfully," he stammered,
"I cannot tell the d-d-difference."
Inside a recently abandoned coal mine,
His voice scattered down endless tunnels.
Matine's companion was not a patient man.
His name was Jack. And he left the mine.
Matine did not.
Feb 14, 2017
Feb 14, 2017 at 8:32 PM UTC
lying on my face
staring at the phone screen
the cursor blinking
out of sync with the wall clock ticking
the light from the street falling
on the clutter of the table
almost timidly , as if scared by the darkness
why is there a table in the room ?
the shadows of the objects
look more ominous today
a certain shade of black
a scary shade , i won't get lost
i promise to myself for you
bahot yaad aati hai , ye aansu nahi ruk rahe
oh , it's a bedside table
i don't feel alright , it's too silent now
i feel haunted , in every room i go
i see a moment of us but i will be here
i will be here ,
tuh haste hue bahot
khoobsurat lagti hai meri jaan
bahot khoobsurat
Jan 9, 2021
Jan 9, 2021 at 3:50 PM UTC
rocks
oh
the rocks are
cackling
moving
the motion
got the Earth
collapsing
oh
these rocks
these rocks
aren't stable
no fable
retaliating to man's
response to odds
at ways
these days
are still strange
still for a millisecond
while the fissure hits
into the abyss we step
into the dream we
are thrown as a mass
relapse into the rafts
of a savage under
the skin of a man
the core expands
from fissures
comes molten hands
from eye to Earth's
ends it expands
oh
anticipating the wake
a strange
sweet taste
like crepe
Await oh
thoughts of fissures coming
one day just to say
hey
I am awake
tuh
tuh
tuh
time to celebrate.
Jan 7, 2017
Jan 7, 2017 at 3:05 PM UTC
"Treat others the way you want to be treated"
Sounds like neglect and disrespect.
"You can't love someone else, if you don't first love yourself"
Love myself? Tuh! Time to check your mental health.
I'm a nasty person. Deceitful maybe even Evil.
How could I love this?
Procrastinator. Evader. Smoker.
Choke her. choke her.
Save me. Save me. I cant breathe.
I cant see. I don't want to look.
Not in the mirror. I fear the horror.
*****
*"I can't stand the sight of your unruly hair
That shameless glare.
That stupid grin
& those little hairs that grow out of your chin"*
I've been deemed by the queen.
Unworthy
I. Unworthy. Of love. Of happiness.
An unworthy lover.
Learning to love myself the way I love others
Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 12:20 PM UTC
a wodge uh Wrigley’s
‘ard an knobbly on thuh underside
uh desks
shufflin’ tuh DJ Caspar
in thuh ‘all
unduh thuh gaze uh
year three’s
it were
packed lunches,
dislodging mi brace
from thuh roof of mi mouth
like extractin’ a tooth,
scoffin’ bars uh white chocolate
years-old Blu-Tack
stamped black intuh carpets,
grey plastic-y chairs,
writin’ learnin’ objectives,
underlinin’ dates
with shatterproof rulers,
I upgraded tuh a pen
in year four
same time
remember listenin’ on the radio
in Scottish Clark’s mobile
when it wuh Ingland v Brazil,
summer uh ‘02,
thuh likes of Sheringham, Beckham
in audio only, no picture,
and thuh TA came in
‘alfway throo a lesson,
said ‘we’re out’
and the time
I cort that cricket ball,
dived and it stung mi hand,
a crimson-drizzled palm,
throbbin’ ring
and the time
we played football wi’ tennis *****
and I blurted intuh a trio
uh eager classmates,
a tumble-shirt compote,
knee flecked wi’ grit, mi own spit,
skinny whispers uh blood
and thuh time
I plagiarised Potter
around Azkaban,
got a Woolies notebook,
ragged Pritt-Sticked cuttins’
of Watson in the pink ‘oodie,
but it wuh the seed
for thuh next decade and more,
standin’ up,
tellin’ a story,
somethin’ or othuh
Oct 13, 2017
Oct 13, 2017 at 2:47 PM UTC
dark red nails
for nobody imparticular,
as I clink my fingernails
against the plastic cup this bar can’t afford
there are bugs in my draft beer,
that I swish around
and gobble up
hoping one of them is dangerous -
poisonous
we can’t all be so fortunate though.
They play old, slow country songs
on nights like Tonight
and the girls giggle
while their pink fingernails
cover their shiny teeth
when the boys grab them for a dance.
I’ve danced here a few times,
though I don’t cover my toothy grin
with the fingernails that hold my glass upright
I am uninhibited,
even in this small town
where skin is a form of toxicity
that makes me push my ******* just That
much closer together
So pretty, pretty, pretty
that’s all they have to say
the girl from New York City
shines oh so brigh-tuh-ly
“Pour me another drink,”
I say
as their polished nails fade away
and mine stay
dark and red
chipped and
clinking the plastic cups
that I can’t afford.
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 1:42 AM UTC
Jadi kemaren gue rencananya kaya bikin puisi atau apalah gitu kan sebelum ganti tahun. tapi gue ketiduran. terus gue kaya pas bangun tuh gak nyesel amat sih tapi kaya ada satu beban aja gitu kalau belom post apa-apa disini. Jadi gue post aja deh first impression gue buat orang-orang yang aku sayang hehehe.
tapi karena maleaes, kapan-kapan aja deh bye.
Jan 1, 2018
Jan 1, 2018 at 12:19 AM UTC
“Cium bibir itu nafsu.
Love language aku tuh cium mata dan cium pipi.
Nih mau aku praktekin?”
Cup
Cup
“Berasa gak sayangnya?”
Aku bergeming.
Semoga kamu paham
Love languageku adalah membiarkan otakku berimajinasi sesukanya seperti membiarkan mata dan pipiku menerima segala kecupan darimu, dan berharap ada perasaan yang memang terselip di antaranya.
Jul 19, 2020
Jul 19, 2020 at 12:48 PM UTC