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*Written as part of a job’s application requirements. No idea why I chose to post this here anyway. Perhaps I feel that my writing skill has deteriorated lately.
How do I live my life? When peopl...
Perhaps you’re one of the little kids
dreaming of becoming superheroes
saving the world
wherever they go
Wouldn’t that be wonderful?
You could be popular
Life might be less cruel
Everyone would f...
What does one normally do on a sleepless night? Do they pray for exhaustion to take over their consciousness? Do they try to distract themselves, doing things in hopes that sleep will come around...
This ain’t no desperation
I’m just contemplating
weighing my options
Yes, we don’t get to choose
what our hearts desire
yet we may still lose
and end up burned in hellish fi...
In my eyes, you’re the confusing one. Sometimes you tire me out, but I refuse to give up yet.
Sometimes you smile kindly at me, just like you do at everybody else. To me, the world looks much bri...
I am sick to death of you
turning her all black and blue
taking over her already tortured soul
making her feel less than whole
I’ve had it with you
but I don’t know what to do
Her realm is like u...
Okay, I’ve gotten over my trauma, so I can write about this.
Last month, on March 24, 2018, I attended a poetry event at Warung Buncit, South Jakarta. The event finished at sometime around ten th...
Last night you appeared
right there in my dream
as real as I refused to see
you smirked at me, it seemed
“I haven’t got you yet,”
your soft, sooth-saying voice whispered.
“Perhaps I’ll get lucky ...
It was 6:15 in the morning. Talitha looked at herself in the mirror and frowned. She was about to readjust her school uniform when there was a knock on her bedroom door.
“Talitha, come o...
I’d like to be
asleep and awake
Is it too hard to take?
It’s the only place
where I can feel safe
when I see your face
which my mind refuses
They may think I’m crazy
When I was a teenager, guys like you may have fooled me big time. Your saccharine-sweet words and romantic gestures had made me feel special. It seemed to me that I really mattered to you, despit...
Those sweet words
even when you’ve promised
that you’ll always be around
Those sweet words
no matter how good
I hate it when people use t...
When I was a kid, I feared the sound of thunder. Although somewhat similar, fireworks have always been different. They may be shocking too, but I always associate them with something festive and ...
They’re slowly losing
running out of arguments
with sensible people
who won’t stop with their questions
demands for their freedom of expressions.
They’re being questioned
When you first read the title above, what do you have in mind? Would you also think of something like this?
“What’s with the cynicism?”
It all depends on whom we talk to – and also on which occas...
an inner push to an automatic mode
a buzzing chainsaw in my ears
My vision wasn’t crystal-clear
It was the same old alien
the nemesis, never a friend
only here to bring me pain
“I never want to hurt that person, but my heart can no longer lie.”
“She had to choose between me and the other person her parents approve. I know she still loves me, but she loves her parents to...
I’m not arrogant
I’ve been adjusted to being alone
solving problems on my own
afraid to be (too) dependent
the moment I start asking
for your assistance
I know my pride’s still bigger
than my com...
“Don’t be fooled by poets!” I remember what they used to tell me. “They’re such sooth-sayers that will lure you with their sweet-nothings.”
I was still a teenager back then. Just like many girls ...
You may associate white
with beauty or purity
All I see is what looks empty
like a page or a canvass
for a writer or a painter
You may think red is too bold
Some associate it with blood
I bet this topic has been covered by many writers already. Maybe I have written about this too in the past.
How does it feel to meet people you haven’t seen in ages? Have you noticed any changes?...
I miss talking to you
It’s plain simple and true
I understand, we’re both busy
Perhaps this is not the time, I see
No, I’m not going to fret
It’s not all that bad
Some may say busy schedules
I grew up being laughed at for being (considered overly) sensitive. They said emotions were signs of one’s weakness. You have to always be more rational.
Otherwise, they’d never take you seriousl...
I don’t remember
the last time I cried in someone’s arms.
Perhaps I’m just trying to forget
in order to remain strong.
There are times you must be on your own.
Perhaps you’ll be wondering about m...
I had wanted to write “Every Grown-up” instead of “Every Wise Person” on the subtitle.
However, I knew better. There are grown-ups still overly sensitive and egotistical, no matter how ‘real’ th...