Author: violeteye

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.

between facial wash and toothpaste

Posted on by violeteye in Thoughts

i should probably wash my face and brush my teeth now. just in case i
feel sleepy while i’m sitting here in front of my laptop typing these
words
listening to some dreamy, melancholic, almost suicidal songs because i
feel somewhat hollow and thus i don’t feel like doing anything
else
than indulging myself in this mellow air. i know when i feel sleepy in
this state i will be too lazy to wash my face and brush my teeth.
so maybe i’d better go and do them now. but no i don’t want to.

erin
is back in the house. and there she goes thud thud bam bam again.
banging doors and walking like a little baby elephant. she’s so funny.
it’s
good to have her again here. it’s good to have maggie too. it’s as if
the second semester has begun. though still faint, i can smell it
in the air.

and i feel hollow.

i
can see books scattering on the floor again. i can see me locking up
myself in my room again. gluing my eyes onto the screen of my laptop.
as
if by doing that words will type themselves right into the pages of my
microsoft word document. oh my god. i can see the stress.

and this well within me is getting deeper.

i want to write poems tonight. but i don’t think i can.

and i think i’m falling into the seemingly endless hole now.

yes. it’s time to lie down and stare at the ceiling. i’ll wash my face and brush my teeth when the morning comes.

no. i think i’ll do it now.

pinkcottonstar
keepyoureyesopen
andseemedance

prediksi

Posted on by violeteye in Bahasa Indonesia, Poetry

hari hari seperti renta
berjalan terseok walau dengan tongkat

mungkin sudah saatnya kau meneliti, teman,
jejak jejak yang tanpa sadar sudah kupetakan di atas tanah ini
di mana setiap daun yang terserak
bertuliskan namaku-
dan daun yang terakhir
akhirnya gugur

ah,
kerentaanku
menakutkanku

seperti lagu pop lama yang dirilis ulang
kuharap ini
hanya
bualan

“sebuah prediksi kematianku? – ah, kuharap bukan!”