I make fun of people writing poetry in the notes app but my phone is a mess so this is what you get
Apapun perasaanmu padaku,
Namun satu hal-
biarkan aku menyukaimu
Red to Dead
My eyes are wide
Red flashing lights
All I see is red
I only wish to be dead
Seat belt hugging me tight
I won’t be in your arms tonight
They lifted my body like a burden
I’m to much to carry
The red consumes them
I want to be buried
The cold breeze wraps me up
My lungs freeze
Its taunting me
The red is haunting me
We roll away and I can’t breathe
The things inside no one can see
I crashed my car
I ruined my dreams
The monotone red perceives
Everything that’s dead in me
I just want to go back to pretending.
That it was actual love you were giving.
I know my heart needs some mending.
I’m just a braindead boy amongst the living.
Jangan repot dengan hatiku
Jangan sibuk dengan rasaku
Duduklah manis disana,
Biar aku disini menyukai-
I hold onto the decorative squash you gave me long after Halloween, turning to glance it it, sitting there on my desk for almost a year before it rots.
so I couldn’t blame him if he cursed arpeggios all up
and down our kitchen walls
Attaché hashmark, masthead bows, lows along the song,
a fist-spitting moratorium, rotator cuff fray,
competing with the easy way the sea is said
by some, not me; simpering like an injury, I check the rigging
without knowing what I’m doing
except staving the taking on of water –
not so much directly related to the ropes.
Spackled miraculous with salt, a worthwhile clingpoint to a barnacle,
a belief in sea-beasts
easing the heartbeats for having known and being reaffirmed,
a rearview searing with reflecting reflection
and somewhere in its backstory the sun.
Undone undo undone, a storm adds on.
- B B Pine
Crawl from under the soot and bebreis, can’t find the way. Where am I, is this still my home? No! A voice say’s in almost a whisper. Come with me child, you are lost. Where are my kind? I’m sorry they can’t be with you anymore.
Slowly they walk, one will lead; the other must follow. Where are we going? We must find our way through, we must join the others who are left; who have survived. We must make a new home.
Why must we leave, what happened to our home? We went to sleep in the night, our world was lush and green. We had all we needed to sustain us. Then it came. The blaze was warm, to warm for us with fur. It was hot, to hot to breath. It brought the smoke that blocked out the sky, we could no longer see the sun. We couldn’t tell the difference between night and day.
Why didn’t we run? Where could we go child, every path was blocked. Every opening a trap, every pit a fall. The air became thick, the water turned to ash. This land sadly has become dead child. It will take many moons to recover.
Are we all lost now, no child, we are all survivers. We that remain must carry on. We must replenish in numbers and not be forgotten. We will make our way, we will find a home; we will continue on in the habits of our kinds. We cannot let this be our legacy, our suffering must not be in vain. Come child, we must catch up with the others, we must live on…
Image: google.com / Koala mother and child pic
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and he’s a human,
they were not
intended to meet,
but the entire
had let them be
Electric blitz running through her veins
Untampered and alight with the oxygen
She stole from those she deemed less worthy.
She’s got a pack of playing cards in her pocket
And she likes to play at the worst possible times.
Oh, but she’s always grinning, always feeling good
About herself and those around her.
And she’s more willing to pull you up after
She has already climbed that high wall.
She likes to speak in languages
That neither you nor I know, but it’s fine
She makes me laugh anyway.
She confesses her love in Arabic, because
She says, it’s the kind of language you use
For that kind of thing. I don’t return the sentiment.
I don’t plan to.
You, however, a little obscene
Tell her you love her in English
Because that’s all you’ve yet learned
And I have to swear, to both of you
That I don’t feel left behind.
The childish joy i get from stepping into the ice-hardened snow
A pale joy. sunlit. glittering,
half-buried in the bluewhite
snow/ No. i am not innocent,
but i still deserve this
pearly white cages
through which we let slip
laughter and rages,
desperate grasps through the spaces.
we reach with our tongues
for grip on another,
and, too, fill our lungs
through gaps in our slanted rungs.
but ire like a cordon,
mind a cruel warden,
sets aflame the jail garden.
with understanding detained,
we trap our sympathy
behind the clenching of teeth.
Well the reasons are plenty,
should I list each and every
because that wont end up being easy.
Why do you want to fall off a hill?
Why is it that you want to perish,
you absolute fucking imbecile?
Ah, you should have put it that way
Now I have an idea of what to say
I’ll get to it post-hate, no delay.
You can’t even get a fucking point across
Always evading the important questions
You’re hopeless, a lost fucking cause
Fuck. See I’m scared that none of them like me
That the person within, isn’t one they’d like to see
Scared they’ll let me go or won’t let me be
Pathetic, you always try to blame them
Like you’re never ever at fucking fault
But do go on before I slash your brain stem
I’m worried that I don’t know I am
Who do I see when I turn on the webcam?
this identity issue is killing me, god damn
I’ll be the on killing you, no one else
But riddle me this
Wasn’t it 2 weeks ago you said you were blessed?
I thought I was, but now you’re here
3 months since your voice was in my ear
I guess you were always pretty near
Did you really think I’d ever be gone?
That one day, you’re going to wake up
and won’t have to write another sad song?
I guess I hoped th-
Listen, this one is getting tedious
Just kill yourself real quick
and let’s get done with this?
Can I at least die without my dick?
it’s one of the things that make me tick
Maybe I can be remembered as a cute chick?
But you’re ugly and they’ll just think you’re a freak
So you might as well die as you are
Just like your life, your death shall also be bleak.
Alright, sorry for even asking.
Call in it’s name
Sung through the hills
Awakening the many with pleasent glee.
The most simple rite
Moving souls to dance
Origin unknown, a beautiful mystery.
Call in it’s name
Proclaim your passion
For the song that soothes your heart.
And then you’ll see
Stiffly trudging over
A dead man singing for those who can’t.
Upon your shock
And initial scare
The singer will smile in your disgust.
For he knows true
The power he exudes
Is what the living think as must.
Rotten teeth shine through
Hung with the words he never spoke
A heavenly tune
Is never assumed
To be birthed in a sinners holy yolk
Has she ever wondered how the shape of her brow intoxicates me? The sweetness of her breath fills me with an elixir that even a divine being could never create. The dancing of a drum fills my head when I lay ever so close to you. It’s a gracious and most harmonist sound I’ve ever heard. Will you think of me? Am I someone to be thought about? Will you love me and take me from this lonely drought? Not now, than maybe later. When the time is just and our feelings the same.￼
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