RaysOfLightSlipIntoTheEyes
TellingAStoryThatNeverGoesOld
TheCityIsFireworks
ItsFuryShattersTheSkies
JustLikeAWink
—SoTheySay
i was browsing some pictures of edinburgh i took some time ago and realized that they materialized one of my wiritings…
Category: Poetry
is it in the silently moving lips of your dearest ones, or in the deafening laughter of strangers? when they are running away from you as you are leaving them?
rindu hujan
tetes
tetes
air
meluncur
di permukaan jendela kamarku
membuatku
berpikir
apakah
aku
sedang
melihat
hujan
ataukah air yang memang meluncur dari mataku
mengaburkan bunga bunga poppy burung burung gagak dan bukit penuh pohon yang baru saja menghijau
aku
lalu
berkata
pada diriku:
kamu
hanya
rindu
hujan
yang jatuh di tempat kelahiranmu
lift me up high into the sky.
i want to make friends
with thunders.
their voices echo within my chest – calling me
calling me. and
i can’t resist.
7lc, 19-31march2005
[image taken from gettyimages and modified by myself]
midnight reverie
i
want to tie flowers in my hair and wear a white dress that dances just
below my knees. then i will tip my toes to your direction. swiftly. so
swiftly. yes, i’ll be just like the wind, my dearest. and i’ll blow the
hair on your forehead. just enough to leave an opening for my lips to
land.
want to tie flowers in my hair and wear a white dress that dances just
below my knees. then i will tip my toes to your direction. swiftly. so
swiftly. yes, i’ll be just like the wind, my dearest. and i’ll blow the
hair on your forehead. just enough to leave an opening for my lips to
land.
7lc, 19-31march2005
[image taken from gettyimages and modified by myself]
reach me
i’m reaching
reaching for something
something from long ago
but oh it’s too far
far away
away
7lc, 19march2005