Than my own

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I can’t remember,
When I started counting,
The remaining days,
And hours,
Of my soul,
Yet I have forgotten,
Their breath was shorter,
Than my own.

Is yourself and your will to be.

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Do you mind if I write you some letters,
To severe the burden that has you tethered,
Because I want you to be remembered,
As a person I used to dream and admire,

Nothing in this world would ever last,
It will be me, you and all of us,
Let a new day come and leave the past,
In tomorrow and the future we should trust,

I was never really being optimistic,
Not an optimist more like being pessimistic,
But I keep seeing the patterns that made me sick,
Stuck in a cycle that made me weak,

I am always tired, sleepy and losing my mood,
Not even a cake can make me feel good,
Feeling gloom and keep on to brood,
My mind being shredded and body being chopped like a wood,

Then came a time when I could no longer hold,
Holding a knife twice ready to slit my throat,
My hand was shaking and my mind starts to explode,
From overthinking when I just need a minute away from my next world,

That’s where I stopped to be in motion,
The motion of circling in the same notion,
Wanting to die so bad and being impatient,
Yet I couldn’t brace myself for the transition,

I don’t want you to become like me,
To be on the edge and too late to see,
That the answer to change and be free,
Is yourself and your will to be.

Sebelum jasadku dipinta bumi, tamat ditelan


Tiap kali aku pejamkan mata,
Dengar detak detik jantungku berirama,
Suara halus berbisik di dalam telinga,
Membawa aku berjalan jauh berkelana,

Beribu batu berjalan tanpa arah tuju,
Fizikal penat lelah berlari aku diburu,
Setiap langkahku janggal semakin kaku,
Kerap kali jatuh atas beribu paku,

Semakin aku meningkat usia,
Aku sedar banyak perkara tak sempurna,
Bukan semua manis madu bergula,
Yang tersirat tak kelihatan palsu belaka,

Berkali kali aku lelah dalam kehidupan,
Ke sana sini mencari perhentian,
Mengharap rahsia masa depan ku masih tersimpan,
Sebelum jasadku dipinta bumi, tamat ditelan.

Apa khabar diriku disana?


Apa khabar diriku disana?
Adakah masih teringat cerita lama?
Masihkah dibelenggu pengalaman trauma?
Masihkah dikelilingi kisah dan drama?

Makin berfikir makin diam sendiri,
Nampak terukir kerut di dahi,
Andai lama senyap aku bersembunyi,
Aku terbenam dalam ke dalam bumi,

Aku cuba luangkan masa untuk nukilan,
Jauh dari ekor mata-mata insan,
Mereka yang sakit luka tak kelihatan,
Ada pula yang tambah rumitkan simpulan,

Kini aku diam-diam senyap dan sepi,
Ada sang puteri jauh tanpa di sisi,
Mungkin gurauan perasaan timbul ilusi,
Jadi andaian dari malam ke pagi,

Apa khabar diriku di sana?
Adakah masih teringat cerita lama?
Cerita kau dan aku sama,
Tunggu masa khabarku kau terima.

#NaPoWriMo2019 Day 14: Whiff my broken hard and sold

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I always wander,
About dip loaf,
How dip can one bee,
Fall a gain, and a gain,
From all the miss stakes,
From all the hard brakes,

One can all ways fine it a gain,
Finding confidential,
Finding strange,
Finding treason,
Two all ways fine the puff a gain,

Is it plausible for me to be leaf,
Whiff my broken hard and sold.

#NaPoWriMo2019 Day 14: write a poem that incorporates homophones, homographs, and homonyms, or otherwise makes productive use of English’s ridiculously complex spelling rules and opportunities for mis-hearings and mis-readings.

#NaPoWriMo2019 Day 13: It was dusk


It was dusk,
The sky colored in bright orange,
And dark purple on the horizon,

I was alone in the woods,
Walking towards uncertainties,
Not bravery but mostly stupidity,

The trees frightening,
With sneering barks,
And mocking roots,

The owls feast,
Taunting hoot,
Calling the undead,

The breeze chills,
I heard a whisper,
Close to my ear,

A woman’s voice,
As I ran faster,
The voice became louder,

Screaming for me,
Chasing me,
Catching up with me,

I fell down,
A figure approached,
Screeching mercilessly,

I couldn’t move,
Trembling and petrified,
By the malicious,
Whispering figure,
Of my destination.

#NaPoWriMo2019 Day 13: write a poem about something mysterious and spooky! Your poem could be about something that is mysterious and spooky in a bad way (like a witch), or mysterious and spooky in a good way (possibly also like a witch? It depends on the witch, I guess!) Or just the everyday, mysterious, spooky quality of being alive.