January 2011
41 posts
hello
and i say hello
to the sun
to the sand
and to the sea
i am dying to be embraced
by the warmth of the world
and the fact that there still ARE people out there
that i can trust and love
rush
I met you in a rush
Our eyes met
Then we parted
Soon after,
Cups of coffees,
Endless phone bills
On our hundreth cup,
Time stopped.
It was tea, this time
That two seconds of silence
Broke the flow of our conversation
Realization rushed in
The comfort we found in each other
We froze on each other’s stare
Stripped down to the very last thread on our bodies,
Hiding nothing
...
recycledpages:
This is the Roman god Janus. I like him. He represents that people have a good side and a bad side, a past and a future and you have to embrace both sides when you love someone.
frames that don't fit
You’ve picked up your brushes
Laid out your palette
Squeezed tubes of oil paint
Stapled canvases of different sizes
Arranged countless compositions
Providing every possible frames for me to fit in
But I just don’t
And I won’t
I am always a size too big for your small canvases
A shade too fair for your pastel colours
A tad too delicate for your beaver tail brushes
A...
No, don’t let that split second of silence slipped in the midst of our conversation, because that split second gives us time to finally realize of how much we love each other’s company and that should not be the case because we are not in love, or even if we are, we should pretend that we are not, because it would hurt me to have you only to lose you in the end,a nd if i never have...
gravel
finding love
is like walking
on an asphalt road,
then you bump into a gravel
sometimes you walk pass the gravel,
uninterested.
sometimes one gravel gets stuck
into the sole of your sandals.
you walk along the road
carrying the gravel under your sole
passing the wild flowers,
listening to the sound of your footsteps
and when the soles of your sandals are wearing thin,
the gravel still...
“’selamat tinggal’ yg paling menyedihkan dan menyakitkan adalah yg tak pernah...”
– NN- (via wieticism)
forgotten words
recycledpages:
I forgot to catch the last of my words, that dripped from the faucet when I shut of the stream of hot water I watched them slip into the drain. I saw them travel down through the pipes under the house and the streets. My words gathered into a tank, with other words from other writers, gone unused and forgotten, waiting until someone needed them.
Let these thoughts escape...: My Collection of... →
an-open-jar-of-thoughts:
Hearts are not to be had as a gift; hearts are to be earned. *
Look for the dream that keeps coming back. It is your destiny. *
Pray for what you want, but work for the things you need. *
Count your blessings by thinking of those whom you love. *
A smile is the most effective medicine….
nothing of any worth comes easy
recycledpages:
She honestly had nothing left to say The words of yesterday grew stale in her mouth It was a game she refused to play anymore She has to remember her worth is more important, (Today comes and tomorrow far to near) Boys may think she’s easy, but none have reached into her heart.
thewrittenrealm:
surrounded by friends helped me through this a standstill point of silence you fill no explanations with blanks and empty spaces
the words ‘if you love me let me know, if you do not then let me go’ echo around in thoughts
you said you loved me you said this was killing you until i have physical evidence, i believe otherwise
“I am Aradia,
daughter of the sea and daughter of the wind;
daughter of the...”
– From: Wicca, by Vivianne Crowley (via tumblrcoven)
mrs.ious: the sound of a heart breaking →
howyourmamametme:
I’m currently collaborating with Agnes on the proposed Poetry collection. So decided to take the time to rework one of her poems.
This is the original post.
mrsious:
Do you remember, The splash of water on the curb, When the wheels of a car passed over the road on a rainy day? We were in that car
Or do you remember, The rip of sold out concert tickets, Then the doorman...
we occupy time
It is you,
And the bubble surrounding your soul
It is me,
And the air that becomes part of my breath
We occupy time,
Not space
Young and fresh and bright.: Diseased →
amapofmyheart:
You’re the book I’ve read a hundred times. Edges worn and soft at my fingertips, but the sight of you no longer brings a light to my eyes. I can’t remember a time when you were a new adventure to me, a vast country waiting to be explored. I could describe you for hours in my sleep. The way you…
the sound of a heart breaking
Do you remember,
The splash of water on the curb,
When the wheels of a car passed over the road on a rainy day?
We were in that car
Or do you remember,
The rip of sold out concert tickets,
Then the doorman would say,’enjoy the show’ ?
You got us those tickets miraculously at the very last minute.
Do you even remember,
The click of the nailclipper,
When it cuts away the...
a land called love
I woke up in a field of colours,
Mostly green.
Hair tangled up in thoughts,
Mostly happy endings.
Limbs tied up in promises,
Mostly only spoken.
Lips tinted in kisses,
Mostly out of lust.
Now you tell me,
Is this land called love?
Beyond the Surface
heavywords:
I would compare you to a dull song were it not for your words I would see you as a day without sun were it not for your smile I would liken you to a barren desert were it not for your soul I would perceive you for what you seem were it not for who you are
Give me a chance. We could be beautiful.
crepuscularswagger:
Last night, I dreamed we were the only ones left a alive in the world—because in my mind, that’s the only way you’d ever even look at me.
I'm beginning to doubt the idea of love…
theliaratheory:
or perhaps, I’m beginning to doubt that my love could ever be reciprocated… is there something about me I’m missing? Some metaphysical hideousness that escapes my notice?
Chronicles of a War Torn Heart: Loved. →
august-is-over:
Love, said in the past tense can be the worst thing in the world to hear, it implies that someone once loved you but no longer does, or no longer does in the same way. Loved, says those feelings are long gone, that they no longer mean anything at all. I guess no matter how…
Clutch
crepuscularswagger:
tell me truth or lies or anything in between because you’re the only mirror i have: a lie’s silhouette, sitting cross-legged on the floor drowning in what once was star dust and you knew just how to break me, and just what to do to leave shards of my aching splattered across your hands as if i could ever believe it an accident
trust me,
as much as i trust you
love me,
as much as i hate you
Hello You
Over the transom, under the table, across your face. Shot through pneumatic tubes, flung on a newspaper route, pushed through the fat pet’s flap door. Uni-cycled, bicycled, tri-cycled, quad… car. A pass through the lips, a wink of the eye, a sneeze done twice to think of me. Through courier service, snail mail, e-mail, singing strippergram. By paper lantern, balloon, Zeppelin, rocket,...
pendant
had i had the power
to shrink you
i would make a pendant
let you dangle close to my bossom
because that is where my heart is
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Junks
my love
lies in a tin can
where i put all your love letters
and silly notes
my love
lies in a bouquet of roses
where you whispered your promises
and sweet-sounding words
my love
lies in the scrapbook
where you pasted our memories
and candid photos
my love
lies in the junks
where words turned meaningless
and you disappeared
mastadonofdoom asked: Hey, just read through a bunch of your poetry, I really like Apart. The repetition of lines dealing with "the floor" really works here. The subtle details like the wooden floor, and the phone lights don't overbear your writing, you use spare adjectives...one of my greatest flaws is being too ornate in my writing. Poets sometimes get carried away but you've got a great balance....
love me
if you love me,
and you are sure of it,
do not regret.
if you love me,
and if you are not going to break it,
do not hesitate.
if you love me,
and if you are courageous enough,
do not fear a thing.
only,
and if only you do love me
and forever will,
ask me to write your name on a bay leaf,
and let me kiss it three times under the moon,
so that i could sleep with it under my pillow,
...
Vague Pronouns
pandascanwritetoo:
You throw around
the hims
and the hers
the theys
and the wes
and the other
and nobody
and somebody
Like we all know
Your vague
pronouns
Like we care
the Sad thing is
We do
A language
i speak
of thousands of words
of millions of stories
of zillions of emotions
i speak
of the vast meadows
of the ice caps in the highest mountain
of the very grain of sand in the deepest sea
i speak
of the number of teeth i reveal when i smile
of the tightness of my embrace when i am joyous
of the very tear that drops from my eyelid
i speak
in a language that only you and i understand
...
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oceans&milk: but how could i forget you? my own... →
oceansandmilk:
but how could i forget you? my own bones are yours, sometimes my foot, my finger, my shoulder, moves without my own reason and i wonder what happened to you that made your fist clench so tight that my nails leave moon creases in orbits around my palms. sometimes my neck bows under the weight of…
“Sands in the north, rich soils beneath Three times three, let them see, let them see. Winds of the east, run through the trees Three times three, set them free, set them free. Fires in the south, awaken from sleep Three times three, let them see, let them see. Water of the west, flow to the seas Three times three, set them free, set them free.”
- warning, this spell might cause...
something to forget
to forget me
means you’d have to
tear the book i wrote for you,
break the mugs of tea we drank from,
smash the phone you talked to me on,
burn the songs that became our favourite,
and lastly,
kill me.
recycledpages:
The words are gone, I’m dried up afraid to be put out with the laundry folded and stuck in the back of the linen closest to collect dust and mold.
addiction
I want to have one person,
just one person,
in this stretch of my life span,
who does nothing,
but always tries
and pushes
and intrudes,
to the point
that he will get angry,
sad,
frustrated,
depressed,
and disheartened,
because he could not seem to get closer,
but no matter what,
he keeps on trying,
pushing,
intruding,
and getting angry,
sad,
frustrated,
depressed
and...
zarryhendrik:
Pada suatu hari,
Anak umur 5 tahun: “Arti koruptor itu apa sih, Kak?”
Kakak: “Koruptor itu tidak ada artinya dalam hidup ini.”
December 2010
32 posts
apart
We met.
Wooden floor,
green window panes.
We were years apart.
We separate.
Carpeted floor,
rounded plane windows.
We are hours apart.
We communicate.
Tissue-strewn floor,
lit up phone screens.
We are a signal apart.
Know the masculine,
But keep to the feminine:
And become a watershed to the world.
If you embrace the world,
The Tao will never leave you
And you become as a little child.
Know the white,
Yet keep to the black:
Be a model for the world.
If you are a model for the world,
The Tao inside you will strengthen
And you will return whole to your eternal beginning
- tao te ching
Naming is a necessity for order,
but naming can not order all things.
Naming often makes things impersonal,
so we should know when naming should end.
Knowing when to stop naming,
you can avoid the pitfall it brings.
- tao te ching