Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Then! 2
If love is beautiful
Da miss it clean as a whistle
Tears of angels are singing. You said
Purnama's quiet
And that rainbow hearts
Then the other day what?
Am I too wicked!
Da miss it clean as a whistle
Tears of angels are singing. You said
Purnama's quiet
And that rainbow hearts
Then the other day what?
Am I too wicked!
Then! 1
His lips were hardened
Through the shadows of lipstick on the cup cracked
Is it a cup of milk on your lips
All that was left was the last samakah
When the white sand waves pulverized
And the spilled whether forgetfulness?!
Through the shadows of lipstick on the cup cracked
Is it a cup of milk on your lips
All that was left was the last samakah
When the white sand waves pulverized
And the spilled whether forgetfulness?!
Will ?
Would be a farewell poem marks the beginning of the sage?
which replaces a cup of wine into a string of prayer,
which replaces the bright light into the dark eyes,
and whisper sage advice in this life secret.
Will the tears?
which has flowed like a clear spring
who never knew where to-spattered,
like drops of dew that wet leaves
can replace scar
is already open in the whole heart.
Could all that?
left a bit of hope into a cup of honey,
a drop of water makes a handful of waves,
which hit a bad dream and imagine apparent.
Will the loneliness can become best friends?
which can be invited to share,
Could lonely sang hymns of love,
like when you are telling
a story about a shepherd
who fell in love with the daughter of the king,
like when you describe the fire of love in my eyes
which replaces a cup of wine into a string of prayer,
which replaces the bright light into the dark eyes,
and whisper sage advice in this life secret.
Will the tears?
which has flowed like a clear spring
who never knew where to-spattered,
like drops of dew that wet leaves
can replace scar
is already open in the whole heart.
Could all that?
left a bit of hope into a cup of honey,
a drop of water makes a handful of waves,
which hit a bad dream and imagine apparent.
Will the loneliness can become best friends?
which can be invited to share,
Could lonely sang hymns of love,
like when you are telling
a story about a shepherd
who fell in love with the daughter of the king,
like when you describe the fire of love in my eyes
Poetry Half-Hearted
: Catur Winda
Empty circle
Confining vacuum
Without Power
A million memories
Clinch - embrace tenderly
Flushed
In my chest
Not gone - vanished
Eye contact
Sigh spoiled
Word love
I fell a half-hearted
First
And my eyes, love
Seconds,
Day,
Too hasty to calculate the time
After growing
Disadvantaged all about love
And rhymes, tender left
About Heart
Quiet wing flapping
branch miss shaken
Falling leaves
Glow through
Stroked two hearts that love
From the top of longing
Flowing love without boundaries
Inch heart missed
Is the punishment for a longing heart
What a beautiful purple haze
In the dim light pink
Flushed face without a veil
Liver curtain
In white flowers
branch miss shaken
Falling leaves
Glow through
Stroked two hearts that love
From the top of longing
Flowing love without boundaries
Inch heart missed
Is the punishment for a longing heart
What a beautiful purple haze
In the dim light pink
Flushed face without a veil
Liver curtain
In white flowers
Sunday, February 28, 2010
I Become
I present my own behalf
not anyone, even love
Leave me my name above the array
mirage, I carved and painted
heart wall
toilet walls and desolate wilderness
I want to be a knight
who will sing the song without language
no injurieseven romance
have thrown away my cowardice
with twigand scattered old
sanitary napkin boxes
and II will beand myself
no more!
not anyone, even love
Leave me my name above the array
mirage, I carved and painted
heart wall
toilet walls and desolate wilderness
I want to be a knight
who will sing the song without language
no injurieseven romance
have thrown away my cowardice
with twigand scattered old
sanitary napkin boxes
and II will beand myself
no more!
Being a Butterfly
I am a butterfly
Perched on the petals of a beautiful
Occasional plunges me
Sweet cider into a second
I often fail to carry out
Message of love actually
Love that grows at the end of this season
Helped changed with boredom
And I became a butterfly
Perched on the petals of a beautiful
Perched on the petals of a beautiful
Occasional plunges me
Sweet cider into a second
I often fail to carry out
Message of love actually
Love that grows at the end of this season
Helped changed with boredom
And I became a butterfly
Perched on the petals of a beautiful
Butterfly
: At the end of this season
Poetry fragile butterflies on sticks
In the vast expanse of desert
Petal wilting in the rest of the day
At the end of this season
No more tears remains
All overdo dry
Flows throughout the season last
God knows how many have
Broken hearts in the gallery garden
God knows how many are lost
Ingested poisonous poetry
And, poems butterfly
Stay echoed
Tip of this season
Poetry fragile butterflies on sticks
In the vast expanse of desert
Petal wilting in the rest of the day
At the end of this season
No more tears remains
All overdo dry
Flows throughout the season last
God knows how many have
Broken hearts in the gallery garden
God knows how many are lost
Ingested poisonous poetry
And, poems butterfly
Stay echoed
Tip of this season
First Dream
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