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One God, that blessed us and sent his only Son
Life is hard, I'm having doubts and thinking of Romans eight-thirty-one
I'm asking, why is there only 1 you but multiple religions?
Why does every conversation end in a division?

The inner battle that splits us into two
The morals that swings left is wrong, but the right is the place of the heart that's true
I always ask "This battle is hard, Please tell me how?", "There's two wolves that battle us all right now"
He knows that one is good but the other is evil
"God I often wonder which wolf will succeed?"
and says "Simple, it's the one that you feed"

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give me one
I want to slow down!

keep counting
Okay, I want to be free
free for a day is all I ask.

go on
But fie! sick of this monotony
seven days on repeat
ate my feelings 'cause I'm weak.

almost done
If I had nine lives
I could stop this pretense.

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Pfizer
Astra
Nah!
Doses of two
Everyone
Must have
I really don't know
Coz' everybody is weary...

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'Poems should be heard, not seen'
like a sprout growing
in hope for the sun and the wind to hear it
a mute trying to speak with their sign language to a deaf
a mother whispering a prayer to her newborn.

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the box —
an image from years ago,
hidden
in darkness for so long.

a rustle:
shifting, unfurling, purring,
unfolding —
like hand over heart

to touch.
a little of myself comes alive,
scaring away
bad memories; struggling against

all those lies,
I understood nothing;
I loved and lost;
they were real —

now,
long gone . . .

Found Poem
The Paper Menagerie by Ken Liu

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Boxes on the screen
fixed on a grid
with letters, pictures
or a frozen video stream

Faces and names
mostly unfamiliar —
a connection that lags
enjoyment quite fleeting.

Minutes pass
the day is done
Discuss the theme,
give a response

Days drag on–
no end in sight
But a hopeful heart,
makes things feel right.

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*Poetry for my little one*

My world is unsure
Life's full of pressure
Until that one day
My visitor got delayed

Seeing the test at first glance
Can't believe; I had to bounce
Double lines mean new life
Mixed feelings; I wanna dive

I cried, knelt, and prayed
Thank the Lord for that day
That moment deserves a hooray!
Told myself it's gonna be okay

From that day on
I have to put a game face on
How it is to be a mommy-to-be
There's a tiny heartbeat inside me

Crafted this cause I can't sleep
Though I counted those sheep
Everything gets exciting these days
Can't wait to see your beautiful face

See you soon my little one
You make my worries gone
I am in love with someone
I haven't met for once

_mommytine_

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Write a poem pretty please
in honour of poetry week.
Share it, if you please
for your co-workers' approval.
Don't overthink it
or else you may find yourself
thinking it's over
before you've even begun.
Wait, what?

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Ayah (bukan cinta pertamaku)
Mel

Ayahku bukan cinta pertamaku
Pasti bukan cinta terakhir
Bukan jiwa yang ingin kutemukan
Dalam raga seorang lelaki

Tapi...
Laki-laki mana yang sanggup menerimaku sebesar penerimaanmu?
Laki-laki mana yang isi dunianya adalah tentangku?

Ayah, mungkin sedikit kata-kata manis yang keluar dari mulutku tentang dirimu
Tapi percayalah, tak ada kepahitan yang kusimpan
Karena Tuhan tak salah memilihmu sebagai ayahku

Belum pernah kukatakan hal ini
Tapi akan kunyatakan sekarang
Ayah, aku mencintaimu,
sedalam aku mencintai Ibu ❤️

23-03-2021

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Words are, in my not so humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic. Capable of both inflicting injury, and remedying it.
-Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore

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You're so quiet over there, across the sea. It's not like you, to be out of touch, more than a week. I had to stop myself, from reachin' out' Cause you know how I get so riddled with doubt. It's not up to you to build me up, each time I fall. It's not up to you, anymore. But I hope your days are filled with happiness And I hope my name never taste of bitterness And I hope who loves you knows what they found. I have to learn to go without If this is it now

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You're so quiet over there, across the sea. It's not like you, to be out of touch, more than a week. I had to stop myself, from reachin' out' Cause you know how I get so riddled with doubt. It's not up to you to build me up, each time I fall. It's not up to you, anymore. But I hope your days are filled with happiness And I hope my name never taste of bitterness And I hope who loves you knows what they found. I have to learn to go without If this is it now

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---Birdy

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And that was the day that I promisedI'd never sing of love if it does not exist.

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And that was the day that I promisedI'd never sing of love if it does not exist.

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And I've always lived like this
Keeping a comfortable distance
And up until now I had sworn to myself
That I'm content with loneliness
Because none of it was ever worth the risk.
But darling, you are the only exception... And I'm on my way to believing

___Paramore

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I just sit, seemingly waiting for too long, The thoughts don't help they tell me everything I'm doing is wrong.
My life is like a museum, everybody shows up and buys tickets but they never wanna stay that long.
So what? Now I'm doing too much?
I'm supposed to be a man so I'm supposed to act tough?
I put all my eggs in one basket, you were my plan A, I didn't ever even think to have a backup.

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"Dieses Herz ist wie ein Glas, wenn es schon mal verletzt oder kaputt gemacht hat, es kann nicht mehr wie frueher sein obwohl wie stark du es probieren zu reparieren hast. Denk mal dran!"

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"Dieses Herz ist wie ein Glas, wenn es schon mal verletzt oder kaputt gemacht hat, es kann nicht mehr wie frueher sein obwohl wie stark du es probieren zu reparieren hast. Denk mal dran!"

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How far would you go in the name of love ?

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RASA
(Desianna)

Susah sedih sebal
Marah benci kesal
Lelah sakit geram
Khawatir takut seram
Terpenjara gelap kelam
Bungkus jadi satu dalam genggam

Senang lega bahagia
Lempar genggam ke angkasa
Lepas bebas berani
Tak ada yang menghalangi
Bungkus dalam satu
Puas
Lepas
Bebas

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“In this world nothing can be said to be certain, except death and taxes.”

- Benjamin Franklin -

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You are my poetry
but she is your prose
-Luv

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“If you want to change the world, start with yourself.”
- Mahatma Gandhi -

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“Those who have a 'why' to live, can bear with almost any 'how'.”
― Viktor E. Frankl, Man's Search for Meaning -

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puisi adalah nafas dari mimpi yang tidak terlelap
puisi adalah jala imajinari yang sanggup menampung segala
detak dari hidup yang terus berputar,
pun air mata dari telaga tak berwarna,

Uli Marbun

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(Sapardi Djoko Damono)

Yang fana adalah waktu.Kita abadi:memungut detik demi detik,

merangkainya seperti bunga sampai pada suatu hari kita lupa untuk apa.

"Tapi, yang fana adalah waktu, bukan?" tanyamu.

Kita abadi.

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I was lost at night,
looking at the stars shining so bright.
How I wish, time could be turned back before I make all those decisions,
when everything still seems full of hope.
Now, I found myself was left behind from the others, when they have found their throne.
Meanwhile, I still wander what I am doing right now, how I am supposed to reach my summit, why I am having lots of thought without any action...
I don't know, I am restless, I am scared, I am worried and I am almost broken apart.

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You taught me the courage of stars before you left
How light carries on endlessly, even after death
With shortness of breath
You explained the infinite
And how rare and beautiful it is to even exist
-Sleeping at Last