Here’s To The Broken-Hearted Survivor
Isn’t it funny that no matter how much you hurt, how often it cuts you like a knife, and how much tears rolling down your face, you still manage to survive—and you made it!
Isn’t it funny that no matter how much you hurt, how often it cuts you like a knife, and how much tears rolling down your face, you still manage to survive—and you made it!
A birthday poem for a good friend of mine: “She will take you out from the fake city lights to places where sun looks bigger than apartments and malls. Men, you can’t drag her down, because she is stronger than your bones.”
I love your energy it bursts whenever you’re talking about the last book you read or when you sip your cold black coffee while writing your poem A poem without rhyme, yet remains beautiful “You’re a great poet,” there I told you. “I’m not,” you replied. “I am a lost soul. A noise that resonates in silence. I am the…
Let’s ramble. Just ramble. Over a cup of tea and bring me closer to your fantasy tell me bedtime story or the glimmering lights in the city you know, this is my plea.
Here are four things I learn as I rebuild my blog. One of them: your writing style stays with you no matter how time flies.
Sekali waktu, ketika rindunya memuncak, ia memutar ingatannya semasa umur delapan atau sembilan. Duduk berdampingan di kursi plastik. Diam. Khidmat menonton siaran televisi. Atau lelap dalam peluknya sembari lamat-lamat mendengar perempuan itu mendendangkan Walk Away dengan kemampuan bahasa yang terbatas. Di saat-saat itu, ia ingin kembali ke sana. Masuk ke dalam rahimnya agar selalu bersama. Tak terlepas meski lewat sembilan…
After years went by, I finally had that day when you knocked the door and opened up my heart, tearing down my arrogance. You undressed my soul. I was naked as the walls I had built around me destroyed in a minute you came in. With all you imperfections and dark sides, you came to my rescue, making me believe…
I’m dating your mind, for it is the only place I can see the beauty of a man and the true color of life. P.S: Originally handwritten on August 12th, 2014 at MMC Hospital Jakarta, Room 503.