“ I treasure all the words I’ve yet to say to you but that I feel in my heart for you. They lie here waiting to take form of poetry or song and fly from my chest to yours.”
from Still I Fall by Elias King
“You light me up from inside and I smile with more than just my lips, I smile with my whole heart!”
Kepada dia yang diam-diam memperhatikan
Ada seulas senyum dari sepasang benda mungil berwarna merah jambu
Ingin rasanya memandangnya secara langsung
Hanya saja degup ini terlalu kencang
Hanya saja badan ini terlalu kaku
Hanya saja mata ini terlalu enggan untuk ditatap
Ada perasaan malu untuk menyapanya
Ada perasaan malu dekat dengannya
Apalagi sekedar muncul didepannya
Semoga saja ada keberanian suatu hari nanti
Besok, ataupun nanti,
Bahkan lain kali.
-What I’ve learned of fire-
The fire came that night
with a violent roar
angry and destructive
We could not fight it
We did not want to
Together we grieved
Alone we mourned
We watched it eat itself up
tearing through our lives
until only ash remained
silent in the morning light
Tears washing the dirt from our
hands and faces
Staining our clothes
But we did not mind
And as we watched
life began anew
with open space to grow
Flourishing in a way it had been
unable to before
Straight from the ash of that which
But no longer could be
A world torn apart
then recreated within the dust
And here we find ourselves standing
Once again watching our home burn
In all of that godly destruction
And the tears are for those who we have lost
And those who we are trying to save
Alone in the wreckage
but not forgotten
Waiting for life to begin again
They ask me why I look so sad,
Why my eyes look hurt and confused
And why I’m not happy anymore;
And I’m so tempted,
To scream and scream
Until all my words have ingrained themselves in their minds;
Until I’ve planted firmly the seed of rebellion and hope and refusal to accept things as they are
Because I’m baffled,
Do you not see the fire?
Is the heat not melting away your smile?
Yes, there are flowers and trees
And so many wonderful things
But I see the flames,
I see it about to burn everything pretty
Everything I love,
So I’m sad, and confused
Because I’m burning away
I’m just a speck here
I want to do things but I’m crushed under the weight of my own shortcomings,
I wish this sadness was enough,
To make tears
That put out the flames
I wish I could cry and cry
Until there’s nothing left to cry about.
The wildfire makes me sad,
It makes me feel a certain way
I want to scream
But I sit there like a rock,
I sit there and smile;
“I’m tired, that’s all.”
Önüne dünyaları sereceğin insanın artık yoldan geçen yabancıdan farkı kalmaması…
Now I know I Had a Heart…
Because it’s missing.
“Frequently Used” emojis
Flushed the feels out of my system
Not long after you peeled out.
I don’t know what the word, “love,”
Looks like anymore
Though I still feel it.
According to my log
I’ve laugh-cried myself to death
Because it’s the only way
To falsify this pulse
When there are no hearts to be had.
Eyes pantomime the circulatory system
Tears mimic plasmic lubrication
For some salubrious amelioration
But bring no offerings for the dead
No honey for the veins
No rush of blood to the head
In return for what’s been siphoned
No satisfaction to the equation
Desalination does not beget salvation
And I can whine but I can’t win
For it’s bleat out or bleed out
And forgive these words but
I cannot sit idly by
While signs of life disappear
Maureen Armstrong @haikkun
Unutmak için kendine sözler veren birinin yeniden seni sevmesini bekleyemezsin.
A very strange flower
Never forget 1984 : when the Sikh genocide took place and one of the most holy places to Sikhs, the darbar shaib (India, Amritsar) was attacked.
A lot of people I think have to play pretend to get through the day and I wish it didn’t have to be like that.
I guess that’s why if someone let me see a bit of their true selves, I smile like a geek.
My point is, it’ll be terrible at first, but in the end being yourself will make you feel a lot better.
It’s always bullshit with you
Your stories tangle like your sheets
After an easy night
Unable to oblige
No matter how hard you try
La gente cambia , pero al karma no le importa.
I gave you everything. My time, my energy, my everything. I would give you everything I had if that’s just going to make you stay with me. But… you left. You left as soon as you found someone better. You left me all alone. You told me lies and I believe it without any doubts. But then… you found someone better than me and you just left. You left without any doubts and now you asked me why I changed and what happened to me for me to be this way. Don’t you understand that what has been happening to me all along is you? @confessionsoflife // e.h
If you’re going to die now, what do you want to be your epitaph? How do you want to be remembered by someone, by your loved ones? Maybe some of us has this kind of purpose in life: living your life to the fullest but also making a difference and leaving a mark in each person that you meet. Some of us want a a badass epitaph like, the coolest black sheep of the family. Or a sweet but short phrase: in loving memory of.. While others, chose poetry or literature. It cam be anything that may symbolize or remember you. Personally, if I’m going to choose my own epitaph, I want any of these words to be there: warmest hugs and all ears. Because I think that’s how I give my piece to everyone. By giving them warm hugs and big ears for comfort. That’s how they’ll remember me.
How about you? How do you want to be remembered? What will be your epitaph?
In reality i get obsessed with details
In thoughts i fly high and see the world from afar
i see angry people on the television armed for battle
why can these people be in charge of our lives?
why can these people be supposed to protect us?
when their eyes are lit with the same flames that ignite their weapons
i see peaceful people on the television pushed into war
how can these people be so loud and yet so unheard?
how can these people be so right and yet so ignored?
as they fight a battle with their bare hands against the people in power that should even be an argument
and when i see how my siblings with a different skin tone still have to fight against the angry people in power
and when i see how me and my siblings that don’t fit the right picture still have to fight against the angry people
it’s then that i wonder
am i a monster?
are you a monster?
were they monsters?
can a monster be afraid?
are you afraid?
i am afraid
they were afraid