what did we leave behind but silence
why were the books lying face down why were cigarette dusts piling up between the flower pots why were the bus seats so warm why
nobody will ever
breathe into my mouth i’ll break
into millions of whispers
and we’ll be gone before the first teardrop hits the ground
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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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10 thoughts on “untitled”
tears will always drops
in the backseat of this rebel motorcycle
no window to stare
not at all
your mouth i can't reach
but your lips surely i can read
the words are funny
slyly and highly
is that happiness?
what did we feel inside but this lack of air
van gogh's shit himself high, the man stole a feather
and the birds pecked him dry, passionately himalayan
up in the battlement, his fingers played with superman dolls and spacecrafts
an empty battlestar galactica
a lonely astronaut
another body in an emptiness
why did we have to take this journey?
the colors in my veins, the brain damage i am having
and gods, in great numbers and shapes, bestowed their blessings
envy you, seafaring monster beautifully crafted from adam and eve's
leftovers at the prophet's table. a drop of tea, ants marching on top of that
yellow plain, was it you or me or him maybe her that stood there singing
songs of inca and javanese merchants?
i crave your oil and spicy joints, pour them to my chest
stick that dagger and end that question mark
that locked my body into what is me
and maybe we could cross the t's
dot the i's.
perhaps your whisper could be my
when volcano popped up the shimmering wind
and eagle lost it's balance
the morning fragrance
in the wavy of july
in the adjacent sea
(gak bisa basa inggris)
dan mengapa kemarin harus terjejak
saat tutup tak mengenal pintu
saat esok masih abu
(ternyata jg gak bisa basa inggris)
seandainya tidak ada kenapa
aku tidak perlu bertanya
saat kau datang begitu instan
dan saat kau hilang begitu mangkok kosong.
XD j/k sis ;)
I wrote it just cause I aint got rhymes to match
and they all had 1 or 12 xP
sama halnya geladak puyuh yang saya injak
lalu saya beranjak
meninggalkan lokananta yang berdentang
hingga saya kembali
sampai hujan nada
(huhu..jadi rada personal sih jadinya)
seru eung disini…seperti sedang battle saja..