IamSarah

I sometimes don’t get it.

I don’t get it why you act like that?

why you worry much on me?

why you cared for me?

why you act like I’m your girl?

why you crack me jokes and tease me to other guy?

why you u are so sweet?

why I’m still your friend?

why you didn’t court me if u like me?

you confuse me so much.

That I don’t know where to stand in your life.

Pretending I’m okay with a friendship level

but what I really wanted was you and me

being together

more than friendship

having label

and forever inlove.

(Source: xarj)

who don’t love poetries,

but because of me he will tries to understand it,

It maybe corny and weird from his friends,

but he will simply be proud of me,

and he will be my inspiration on doing prose, and tragic story,

He will be my number one fan.

I want a man  who thinks so deeply

whom I will fall because of his deep thoughts,

that’s how I will know how romantic he was,

A man whom I will influence to do things such

and will dedicate a poem for me,

and sooner or later he will transform that poem 

into a beautiful melody.

I know there might few men who are a good writer,

making phrases with rhymes won’t be easier,

But its okay, I will still read everything he writes,

with rhymes or not, happy or sad,

I will see everything he did as a masterpiece of love.

(Source: xarj)

Many won’t dared to fall,

it was more than painted letters on the street,

but they see the mess side of it.

Only few might admire,

These rambled letters set on fire,

it was more than design,

colors, dimensions and lines.

They are playing in my head,

I’m escaping the world that I am fed,

I speak silently to reach your best,

but writing it would be the loudest.

Everybody might understand,

if they put their eyes on me just for a second,

The graffiti that is always judge,

like me they put into grudge,

Knowing me might change your perspective,

Because I’m not complicated like what you believe.

You maybe sick of looking at me,

but there’s a meaning behind this poetry,

I’m a graffiti that has unseen beauty.

(Source: xarj)

I know it! I just forgot the term and the exact word,

It’s not in the age or old,

but sometimes theres instances that it will happened to us,

We thought what we review will last.

But just like in reality,

I’ll connect it with people and destiny,

We thought we already knew someone,

but he will change to a new man.

It happens like you know him,

everything about him  it seems,

but you will wake up one day,

you can’t remember what happened yesterday.

Trying to recall that exact name,

but what a lame it was just a game,

and no one’s to be blame,

those experiences I don’t want it back,

I want my mind to be in state of mental block.

(Source: xarj)

I am much happy

till I saw the couples in front of me,

having this sweet gestures,

and talking about their future,

My emotional wickedness comes again,

feeling the loneliness and pain,

As I walk slowly,

BITTERNESS appeared so easy,

and asking “God, What is my destiny?”

(Source: xarj)

Last night I’d read the book of poems of my sister, I’m not such a deep person like her but I was just amazed by how she put thoughts together. I always seen her making poetries at the corner and realized how she make her own world through making literature. I also do poems but not so devious like her. She inspires me to do poetries and prose. Her dream is to publish her poem book while mine was to make my own arts gallery. We both grew up receiving gifts of books, dictionaries and encyclopedias and she end up knowing and memorizing every single word. I can tell that her mind was so broad. Sometimes I just wish to be like her, have her urges and thoughts. She told me that she’s not a writer, she just wrote what she feels. She’s my number one critic whenever I’m doing poems because she knows more than me, while I can’t critic her works because she was engaged to it. God, I know it’s not right to envy person, but to this point I really envy her so much.

I remember she told me that her hands were cursed because she can’t sketch the way I do no matter how she tries. She doesn’t know that her mind were much blessed than mine,. She can play with words, do prose and poems daily. She’s intelligent in my eyes. SHE CAN LEARN MY HOBBIES ANYTIME BUT I WILL NEVER LEARN WHAT’S ON HER MIND

(Source: xarj)

Are those nights I pondered on the things and persons that missing in my life,

It was the time I miss the things I love.

Missing something that never happen feels like it was a flickering illusion of dust.

On the solemnity of my pen,

I’m writing my thoughts streamin. 

I didn’t notice that it’s already late,

the words keep repeating on my head.

This night was like a shadow that are so hollow,

I’m hiding my fears, 

I’m quitting this tears,

These night gave me the flashback of memories I can’t shove.

(Source: xarj)

You treat me like an air that you don’t see,

It seems that you lost your memory,

you no longer feel my presence

and everything I do were nonsense.

This is a goodbye that has no beginning, 

I’m still grieving and wailing,

I don’t know what went wrong,

I will not have that same strong.

We don’t have status like others,

I’d treat you just like my brother,

Damn! is that the reason?

for you to hurt my emotions?.

I come to realize this emptiness again,

the distance that you made breaks me inside,

I know we are always collide,

And you pass me by,

not even looking in my eyes,

I know it’s the hardest silent GOODBYE.

(Source: xarj)

I’m nothing to compare,

I’m not the type you would stare,

but one thing I could share,

is that my heart wants a care,

and now I’m asking if you dare.

(Source: xarj)

(Source: xarj)

at the other half of the world

I know he’s wandering,

He’s continue waiting,

waiting for me to come,

also fuck with boredom,

praying for miracle,

to meet the best girl,

crying in his agony,

wishing to be happy,

hoping to be accepted,

wants to be serenated,

When will time makes us cross our path,

when will I going to make you catch,

We have dreams which are simple,

I wish meeting you was not impossible.

(Source: xarj)

When I’m alone,

I become a valor of my own,

I get weak and despair,

I just want to breathe an air,

My life was a depth,

that they scared to step,

I can’t conceal all my scars,

even I walk from it a far,

I am smatter in every field,

but it doesn’t make me a shield,

In the end of my uncertainty,

I’m still longing to be happy consequently.

(Source: xarj)