Once again I find myself Sprawled on the floor My tears, turned ink Staining parched paper Forming itself into words—such a painter Once again I’m startled To hear the grandfather clock strike Hours past midnight And my rhymes still unfinished
Tag: Writing
A List of “D” Words
Daisies Dance Dear Deer Diligence Do Dolls Doughnuts Dream Day Date Discs Descriptive Domes Drones Due Demotivated Deprived Desolate Disconnected Dismantled Dismissed Doomed Drained Dreary It's scary. Took me less than two minutes to think of nine "negative" words. Took me over ten minutes to match that number with "positive" ones.
My Name Is Poetry
My name is poetry And I am the reason Your heart wrenches, fast Upon hearing angst Against all reason For things merely spoken My name is poetry And I'm the "why" You people try To find meaning In between sounds that ring Why you're so adamant To make these lines seem relevant My name is… Continue reading My Name Is Poetry
Why I Write
You were right That I write About so many things Facts and feelings You were right That I write But you don't know why I keep this habit of mine I'm a little broken Heart, spirit, soul And words flow out like a stream Out of the unplugged cracks and holes Words help me make… Continue reading Why I Write
A Different Kind of Lonely
This is a different kind of lonely. One not so bitter, hardly as sweet. Not the same alertness at night, no crazy thoughts revealing themselves to my sight. When I'm lonely, I communicate. My lips stay sealed, my fingers create. Nothing much, just a word or two. Or a page of sub-par poetry, posted to… Continue reading A Different Kind of Lonely
Lara yang mengusik tertutup pelupuk, merembes lewat titik-titik tetes tinta, tertoreh tertata di atas kertas. Aku tak pernah menyukai duka kendati selalu menerima dengan tangan terbuka. Ia bagai tamu yang memecahkan barang, menyuruhku membereskan, tertawa kala aku tertusuk. Nyeri yang gaib terkurung dalam bisu. Apa pula guna membagi pilu? Pun semua punya miliknya masing-masing. Hanya… Continue reading
Saya Memerlukan Seorang Guru
Dibuka: Lowongan untuk menjadi guru bagi anak bebal ini. Anda akan mendapat kesempatan memarahi dan mencaci, melebuh* dan membuat bertumbuh. Gaji: Anda bisa menabur dan akan menuai kebaikan. Anda bisa merasa bersyukur dengan membandingkan. Anda akan mendapat teman berbincang yang cukup menyenangkan. Saya bukanlah anak berotak gemilang, namun saya bisa memberi perhatian dan menjadi pendengar.… Continue reading Saya Memerlukan Seorang Guru
What We Write
If you know me well enough, you'll support this next few words: I do quite the amount of editing for my friends, both in Indonesian and English. Nothing professional, just enough to pass tasks with decent grades and please those oh-so-beloved teachers and lecturers who give a damn about language and the proper use of… Continue reading What We Write
Kintakamu
Di tengah malam Kala membuka gerbang menuju lembah kenangan Kau menyelinap bagai bunga liar Kuntum yang tak ingin ku petik Mau ku cabut namun tekad tak terbersit Maka ku tinggal di pinggiran Untuk bertumbuh, berakar Mengingatmu merupakan perkara pelik Dalam tiap pengertiannya Aneh, jarang, rumit Indah Oksimoron... seperti adanya Apa kau ingat? Semua tentangmu Tersimpan… Continue reading Kintakamu
Stiff
I try to move my fingers. They do. Just not the way I want them to. I want to write. They tap themselves. Moving, but making my mind stand still. The idea then disappears. Dispersing into unfathomable scrapes, unable to endure the hollow that's occupying me. I want to type. They tap themselves. Pressing, but… Continue reading Stiff
Hampir Menulis
Ini bukan sebuah cerita yang akan terjadi. Bukan kisah yang sudah terjadi. Bukan luapan emosi yang menjadi-jadi. Namun tentang untaian cerita yang tak jadi. Tak terhitung kali ku mengangkat alat tulis, mempersiapkan beberapa carik kertas, mencari tenang, lalu menunggu ide yang muncul tertuang. Juga saat jemari menari-nari tanpa arah pasti di atas tuts keyboard laptop. Hasilnya?… Continue reading Hampir Menulis
Midnight Malarkey 