dreams of a writer
don’t you wish you could have them
write page after page
about your blank
ly staring
at
your
page
empty like your soul
bare
like
your whole universe
is concentrated
onto this
bit of
space
endless
like skies entirely covered with clouds
and you can only wonder
about the neverending
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Gratiagusti Chananya Rompas was born in Jakarta, 19 August 1979. She studied English Literature in Universitas Indonesia, Depok (2003) and received her masters in The Gothic Imagination from University of Stirling, Scotland (2005).
She is one of the founders of Komunitas BungaMatahari, a mailing list-based Indonesian poetry community that have embraced many poetry enthusiasts with its catchphrase “semua bisa berpuisi” or, roughly translated, “poetry for all”. She is also involved in Selatan, a literary journal, and Paviliun Puisi, a monthly open mic event--both managed by her and her like-minded friends.
She currently resides in Jakarta, trying to find balance between writing and day-to-day living.
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and i can only wonder
where would it end?
neverending is a sumptuous indecision,
an end is a format of mortality
i wish there's a neverland for neverending madness
hadoooooh, capek scrollingnya…..
hehehehehe…. but this is awesome poem…
i was just gon
na leave
an empty
field
white as
but multiply
sez
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no theres nothing else to see
life won't never be easy. we're accursed to live the life of our own stories,
which is
(endless)