My love is like a tree
Antonius Chandra Swastika ~ 1212214003
My love is like a tree;
Evergreen as you can see.
When you are loved by me;
I can make you happy
So, you see
My love is like a tree
I give you oxygen for free
Even though you can’t see
My love is like a tree.
My love is like a tree;
Evergreen as you can see.
When you are loved by me;
I can make you happy
So, you see
My love is like a tree
I give you oxygen for free
Even though you can’t see
My love is like a tree.
Hopelessly romantic
By Patrick Ganang H 121214104
Believe in true love and fairy tales
Dream of roses and candlelight
Walking on the beach to see the sunset
Eating chocolate in the beautiful night
Sitting together under the moon
Write a love letter full of poetry and send flowers
All of these are just
sentimental dreams
And just an imagination
I am not romantic
I am hopeless.
Believe in true love and fairy tales
Dream of roses and candlelight
Walking on the beach to see the sunset
Eating chocolate in the beautiful night
Sitting together under the moon
Write a love letter full of poetry and send flowers
All of these are just
sentimental dreams
And just an imagination
I am not romantic
I am hopeless.
Sorry
Puguh Kristanto - 121214078
Do you believe in magic?
Or, do you believe in miracle?
Yes, I do believe in it.
The most simple magic is only a word
"Sorry"
We can change other people by using it,
We can erase our mistakes with this word.
But, does it really work?
Does it really have those kinds of power?
The only man who can decide it
Is the man who receives that magic word.
Puguh Kristanto - 121214078
Do you believe in magic?
Or, do you believe in miracle?
Yes, I do believe in it.
The most simple magic is only a word
"Sorry"
We can change other people by using it,
We can erase our mistakes with this word.
But, does it really work?
Does it really have those kinds of power?
The only man who can decide it
Is the man who receives that magic word.
WHEN THE SKY CHANGES INTO RED
When the sky changes into red
The son of human are playing with their own shadow like mad
One man, the old one, staring the sky with some sad
Missing the blue sky above his head
When the sky changes into red,
The child know it is the time to go bed
Leave the joy outside
Let the day stealled by the night
Without any regret...
When the sky changes into red
The son of human are playing with their own shadow like mad
One man, the old one, staring the sky with some sad
Missing the blue sky above his head
When the sky changes into red,
The child know it is the time to go bed
Leave the joy outside
Let the day stealled by the night
Without any regret...
Sadness
Dyah Ayu Kusuma Wardani / 121214018
Life is not really easy as what I thought
Sometimes I am happy because of mercy
When I fell happy then I lost my control to do what I want
And the accident that can be sad moment in life happen to me
That will make me realized about what I have done
But sadness is not always sad
Sadness is a present from God
Dyah Ayu Kusuma Wardani / 121214018
Life is not really easy as what I thought
Sometimes I am happy because of mercy
When I fell happy then I lost my control to do what I want
And the accident that can be sad moment in life happen to me
That will make me realized about what I have done
But sadness is not always sad
Sadness is a present from God
Unintended Guest
Yohanes Veryndra H/121214088
An innocent child in evening
Endures suffering of darkness
Fears the mystery of black blind
Worrying about queer noise
The nape of his neck feels eerie
His cold back boils down to alarm
Sweating buckets over forehead
Trembling arms behind blanket
everything's silent
except the clock hanging on wall
tick tock tick tock
Some other sounds arrive
That door, yes, that door
Disappear and emerge
Now, a tap on window
Damn! a tap on the desk
Then, the last tap on his shoulder
poor child
good night
Yohanes Veryndra H/121214088
An innocent child in evening
Endures suffering of darkness
Fears the mystery of black blind
Worrying about queer noise
The nape of his neck feels eerie
His cold back boils down to alarm
Sweating buckets over forehead
Trembling arms behind blanket
everything's silent
except the clock hanging on wall
tick tock tick tock
Some other sounds arrive
That door, yes, that door
Disappear and emerge
Now, a tap on window
Damn! a tap on the desk
Then, the last tap on his shoulder
poor child
good night
I am a sky
Antonius Chandra Swastika/121214003
Were I a sky,
I will let you fly,
Fly and fly like butterfly.
Just stop until you satisfy!
As a sky, I will never lay
I will never lay
Till it die,
I will say
I
Am a sky
Antonius Chandra Swastika/121214003
Were I a sky,
I will let you fly,
Fly and fly like butterfly.
Just stop until you satisfy!
As a sky, I will never lay
I will never lay
Till it die,
I will say
I
Am a sky
Detest
Antonius Chandra Swastika/121214003
I am stuck with finding love just to forget;
Something that was really bad,
Something that made me sad,
And something that made me mad,
You’ve left me alone
As a tiny stone
You’ve dissipated my hope
You’ve dropped my lope
Now, I detest this feel
Because you make me ill
Antonius Chandra Swastika/121214003
I am stuck with finding love just to forget;
Something that was really bad,
Something that made me sad,
And something that made me mad,
You’ve left me alone
As a tiny stone
You’ve dissipated my hope
You’ve dropped my lope
Now, I detest this feel
Because you make me ill
MIRROR
Maria Gishella Ajeng / 121214073
I am a mirror
You can come to me and look at how nice you are
I will see you and I will smile
I know everything that I can see on your self
But, you don’t
You can see a flat thing before you only
I want to be you,
to be her,
to be him,
to be anyone who smiles at me
I haven’t thought how special I am
But, you need me
You give me opportunities to stand everywhere as you want
And I will keep silent
I will look at how great you are
Maria Gishella Ajeng / 121214073
I am a mirror
You can come to me and look at how nice you are
I will see you and I will smile
I know everything that I can see on your self
But, you don’t
You can see a flat thing before you only
I want to be you,
to be her,
to be him,
to be anyone who smiles at me
I haven’t thought how special I am
But, you need me
You give me opportunities to stand everywhere as you want
And I will keep silent
I will look at how great you are
I am ashes
Septiana Kinanti /121214092
I am ashes, ashes from the mountain. I release I am an unimportant thing, but you must believe in me, I can be a precious thing. Some people hate me, they will work hard to put me away from their lives. They said that I will disappear because of my enemy, heavy rain. But, truly I know that they aren’t strong enough to destroy me.
Don’t you know? I can spread a lot of goodness for people who have laughed of me. I can be a beautiful experience for you who haven’t seen me before. I also can make you closer someone else around you. You will laugh and look happy just because of me, ashes.
Septiana Kinanti /121214092
I am ashes, ashes from the mountain. I release I am an unimportant thing, but you must believe in me, I can be a precious thing. Some people hate me, they will work hard to put me away from their lives. They said that I will disappear because of my enemy, heavy rain. But, truly I know that they aren’t strong enough to destroy me.
Don’t you know? I can spread a lot of goodness for people who have laughed of me. I can be a beautiful experience for you who haven’t seen me before. I also can make you closer someone else around you. You will laugh and look happy just because of me, ashes.
Crowded
Carolina Dini W. / 121214102
They come and back, they seem same all the time,
But I can recognize some of them.
These people are only past over and over.
They never greeting on me. How they will know me?
Although I am a complement of their life,
Many situation that I met,
such as friendship, dating, anger, happiness, or sadness.
They also scream on me, sometimes crying, say in whisper, or just silent and over.
These people do not realize that I am a part of their live,
But I am still silent in the opposite of my name Crowded.
Carolina Dini W. / 121214102
They come and back, they seem same all the time,
But I can recognize some of them.
These people are only past over and over.
They never greeting on me. How they will know me?
Although I am a complement of their life,
Many situation that I met,
such as friendship, dating, anger, happiness, or sadness.
They also scream on me, sometimes crying, say in whisper, or just silent and over.
These people do not realize that I am a part of their live,
But I am still silent in the opposite of my name Crowded.
TREE
Carolina Dini W. / 121214102
I am a tree
Grow along with time dissolved along period
My root as a tenet
Give a sense in every small branch
If it’s good my branch will grow fertile
If it’s bad my branch will faded
I am protect everything inside me
Sometimes I play with wind
Sometimes I sad with rain
But there is a time when I happy with the sun
I learn many if my age more and more
I see many things that over and over
It’s like a time who talking to the past and future
This is me a tree
Still stand strong in many various tenets
Carolina Dini W. / 121214102
I am a tree
Grow along with time dissolved along period
My root as a tenet
Give a sense in every small branch
If it’s good my branch will grow fertile
If it’s bad my branch will faded
I am protect everything inside me
Sometimes I play with wind
Sometimes I sad with rain
But there is a time when I happy with the sun
I learn many if my age more and more
I see many things that over and over
It’s like a time who talking to the past and future
This is me a tree
Still stand strong in many various tenets
Puguh Kris
I am just like a book where you can write on,
You can write anything you want,
Experience, imagination, love
Everything, not only your happiness
But also your sadness
I will keep it all by myself
And I won't let others know
Whenever there's something that you want to share
Don't be shy
I will accompany you when you are happy
And I will not leave you when you are sad
I will keep all your thoughts
And once you need it
I will be there to recall it for you
I am just like a book where you can write on,
You can write anything you want,
Experience, imagination, love
Everything, not only your happiness
But also your sadness
I will keep it all by myself
And I won't let others know
Whenever there's something that you want to share
Don't be shy
I will accompany you when you are happy
And I will not leave you when you are sad
I will keep all your thoughts
And once you need it
I will be there to recall it for you
Yohanes Veryndra Honesta/121214088
Look! There is no title
Now, I am wondering
Why? What does it mean?
Is there any hidden case?
do you keep a secret?
No, I am not keeping
There's no hidden thing
It does not mean anything
So, no need for questioning
Look! There is no title
Now, I am wondering
Why? What does it mean?
Is there any hidden case?
do you keep a secret?
No, I am not keeping
There's no hidden thing
It does not mean anything
So, no need for questioning
ENOUGH
Patrick Ganang Hernanto,121214104
every words have arranged
can they have a meaning if there is no space
can they understand if there is no space
we can move if there is a little distance right ?
and we love each other if there is a room
love will bring two people more closer
so they don't wanna kill each other
so give that rope
the breath will free with a couple lungs
they not separated
the blood flow badly
with the heart that never be used again
the soul never separated
just walking with other soul
don't make me weak with the love
Patrick Ganang Hernanto,121214104
every words have arranged
can they have a meaning if there is no space
can they understand if there is no space
we can move if there is a little distance right ?
and we love each other if there is a room
love will bring two people more closer
so they don't wanna kill each other
so give that rope
the breath will free with a couple lungs
they not separated
the blood flow badly
with the heart that never be used again
the soul never separated
just walking with other soul
don't make me weak with the love
The Waiting Cheese Cake
Wening, 121214007
The simple dessert placed delicately
His eyes crave it delightfully
On the white paper which edge is frilly
A cheese cake waiting patiently
His mouth waters imagining its sweet
Filling his senses like it is a weed
The memory of mother he likely to keep
Playing smile on his lips ‘cause his thought is deep
The silverware pierced the cake soft and yellowy
It’s popped into his mouth but it’s tasted slimy
He screamed to the waiter, his eyes teary
“Are you trying to kill me?”
Wening, 121214007
The simple dessert placed delicately
His eyes crave it delightfully
On the white paper which edge is frilly
A cheese cake waiting patiently
His mouth waters imagining its sweet
Filling his senses like it is a weed
The memory of mother he likely to keep
Playing smile on his lips ‘cause his thought is deep
The silverware pierced the cake soft and yellowy
It’s popped into his mouth but it’s tasted slimy
He screamed to the waiter, his eyes teary
“Are you trying to kill me?”
The Ballmargareta wiwik 121214021
The girl danced in the ball-room
No boys willed to notice her
Until someone from the cloud
Came down to the earth
He turned the lamp into the dark
He made a pitch-black room inside
Thought people knew the mark
Thought people willed to fight
Hush... She trapped in a silence
She didn’t know anything
Did he bring her to the heaven?
The smell of lavender told everything
Season of Love
Khariton Ade Nuansa Tjahjadi - 121214156
It is like Autumn
Flows so warm as well as the rhythm
Breaks the silence and shouts the anthem
Make you feel the most awesome
It is like Winter
So cold when you leave with anger
Struggles even there is no power
Make you feel the most person I eager
It is like Spring
Full of affection that I bring
Dancing like the rhythm of swing
Make you feel so amazing
It is like Summer
A beginning of something which is over
With a hope of happy ever after
Make you feel to be cared about forever
Khariton Ade Nuansa Tjahjadi - 121214156
It is like Autumn
Flows so warm as well as the rhythm
Breaks the silence and shouts the anthem
Make you feel the most awesome
It is like Winter
So cold when you leave with anger
Struggles even there is no power
Make you feel the most person I eager
It is like Spring
Full of affection that I bring
Dancing like the rhythm of swing
Make you feel so amazing
It is like Summer
A beginning of something which is over
With a hope of happy ever after
Make you feel to be cared about forever
Call Me Yours!
Nurcahyo Adi Utomo 121214015
Release me, don’t keep me;
From this cage. Let me free.
Take me back to a place,
Where I used to be.
Now, your mouth roars;
Louder , noisier.
Now, your teeth shivers;
Uncontrollable, unstoppable.
And my heart is full;
Of pleasure and also gladness.
Give you contented smiles,
And kisses of congrats.
I’m you, you’re me.
I’m one of your colors.
You reveal my true color.
Nurcahyo Adi Utomo 121214015
Release me, don’t keep me;
From this cage. Let me free.
Take me back to a place,
Where I used to be.
Now, your mouth roars;
Louder , noisier.
Now, your teeth shivers;
Uncontrollable, unstoppable.
And my heart is full;
Of pleasure and also gladness.
Give you contented smiles,
And kisses of congrats.
I’m you, you’re me.
I’m one of your colors.
You reveal my true color.
Memoryby Adrianus Christian
I’m in the desert.
Wide, hot and sandy.
It’s not pleasant.
For I’m all alone.
Walking along in a long day.
I don’t know when to stop.
I miss my last dessert.
But I can’t stop.
Till I finish this desert.
Close my eyes, lay on the ground.
A memory comes company me.
And when I started to mourn.
It shade me like a tree.
I call her name.
My aunt.
I forget my desert
Just for a short moment.
I thanked my aunt.
Then begin finishing my desert.
Together......
I’m in the desert.
Wide, hot and sandy.
It’s not pleasant.
For I’m all alone.
Walking along in a long day.
I don’t know when to stop.
I miss my last dessert.
But I can’t stop.
Till I finish this desert.
Close my eyes, lay on the ground.
A memory comes company me.
And when I started to mourn.
It shade me like a tree.
I call her name.
My aunt.
I forget my desert
Just for a short moment.
I thanked my aunt.
Then begin finishing my desert.
Together......
http://bagsoflove.com
“ In My Vision “
_Trisiwi Mintarini_101214073_
A call from the trees
Woke me up in that day
Sitting nicely and preparing two cups of tea
Though you were so far away
The dancing birds lifted my illusion
It leads me to a memory of a secret box
A secret of my love in my vision
But this memory just smashed the heart
Now my heart is like a fragrant tea
Reaching the top of mount
Leaving my sorrow
And one thing you must know
It is not like a dust-laden bench any more
_Trisiwi Mintarini_101214073_
A call from the trees
Woke me up in that day
Sitting nicely and preparing two cups of tea
Though you were so far away
The dancing birds lifted my illusion
It leads me to a memory of a secret box
A secret of my love in my vision
But this memory just smashed the heart
Now my heart is like a fragrant tea
Reaching the top of mount
Leaving my sorrow
And one thing you must know
It is not like a dust-laden bench any more
Lost
by Elsa Putriarbitasari
feel like I’m lost in the desert when you are gone.
Our memories come up in my mind every time I remember I remember you
It makes my life feels as dry as a desert
I ask my mom how to let you go
And she answers ‘let him go and reach his dream.’
I think about her answers then I smile
Maybe I have to let you go.
by Elsa Putriarbitasari
feel like I’m lost in the desert when you are gone.
Our memories come up in my mind every time I remember I remember you
It makes my life feels as dry as a desert
I ask my mom how to let you go
And she answers ‘let him go and reach his dream.’
I think about her answers then I smile
Maybe I have to let you go.
A Dessert
by: Adityo Prawinanto Tears suddenly run down in my face I walk slowly to the dining room I am so shocked because I see a shadow A shadow of our family I hear an illusion of our jokes And this mourn night, reminds me a memory of us When you served the dessert with your maturity But you could stay longer I miss you my beloved wife We’ll meet in the heaven soon |
Pretty flower
(Dyah Dwi Pratiwi)
about me do not care
just throw me to the air
‘til reach to the ground
like a flower falls around
that’s okay for me about what you did
realizing that you are not worth it
as pretty flower am too precious
to be had by you the silliest
just throw me to the air
‘til reach to the ground
like a flower falls around
that’s okay for me about what you did
realizing that you are not worth it
as pretty flower am too precious
to be had by you the silliest
http://weheartit.com
The old man
Eswara Kathina Dewi
He smiles when the sun shines
Holding a secret box in his left hand
The wind and the grass are dancing perfectly
Sitting in the dust-laden bench, he sings the song
He wonders if life is the same as two cups of tea,
Which never be apart and always sweet
How perfect it is
How perfect it is
Eswara Kathina Dewi
He smiles when the sun shines
Holding a secret box in his left hand
The wind and the grass are dancing perfectly
Sitting in the dust-laden bench, he sings the song
He wonders if life is the same as two cups of tea,
Which never be apart and always sweet
How perfect it is
How perfect it is
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WAIT FOR ME WITH A BUCKET OF LAVENDER
Cicilia Rosilaningsih
hiding everything
on a pitch-black room
alone
dancing the night away
show me something
I want to meet you soon
holding a crown
so you can see me and I will not let you far away
this.. this one…
a smell of lavender
makes me do what I want
wait for me
immediately in a new morning
I wanna meet you
and say the word that I’ve never say
called: I love you
Cicilia Rosilaningsih
hiding everything
on a pitch-black room
alone
dancing the night away
show me something
I want to meet you soon
holding a crown
so you can see me and I will not let you far away
this.. this one…
a smell of lavender
makes me do what I want
wait for me
immediately in a new morning
I wanna meet you
and say the word that I’ve never say
called: I love you
http://www.artfans.info
Mother
C.Yoani Wulandari
Dear Mom,
I remembered our childhood memory
The day when you hold me tight
Make me like I'm the luckiest daughter
in the world
I remember how you could look into my eyes
You filled my days with rainbow lights
You gave the gift of life to me
You are my everything
There was a gray memory between the beautiful memories
The memory that brought me to the past
The memory that hit me from the dream world
I take a deep breath
The darkness come slowly into my heart
I realize that I am without you like desert without sand.
C.Yoani Wulandari
Dear Mom,
I remembered our childhood memory
The day when you hold me tight
Make me like I'm the luckiest daughter
in the world
I remember how you could look into my eyes
You filled my days with rainbow lights
You gave the gift of life to me
You are my everything
There was a gray memory between the beautiful memories
The memory that brought me to the past
The memory that hit me from the dream world
I take a deep breath
The darkness come slowly into my heart
I realize that I am without you like desert without sand.
http://weheartit.com/entry/58851956/via/GoToBedYoungDreamer
Grey Gray Memory
Angelina Diva B.A.W
Deep down in the middle of my gently voice
There was grey gray memory
Remembering about our childish memory
When the sand circling and the desert shouted
Grey gray memory which kick me out from the future
Invite me to drink a cup of soft desert
and bite a little bit disappointment,
Grey gray memory which hit me on a shadow
Teach me to be strong not just as sand but
as wide as desert
Grey gray memory turn me off from yesterday
Look me down from it which full of beautiful moment
Yes, grey gray memory
The actually is my father
Angelina Diva B.A.W
Deep down in the middle of my gently voice
There was grey gray memory
Remembering about our childish memory
When the sand circling and the desert shouted
Grey gray memory which kick me out from the future
Invite me to drink a cup of soft desert
and bite a little bit disappointment,
Grey gray memory which hit me on a shadow
Teach me to be strong not just as sand but
as wide as desert
Grey gray memory turn me off from yesterday
Look me down from it which full of beautiful moment
Yes, grey gray memory
The actually is my father
http://weheartit.com/entry/9315373/via/AnnaLondon
A MEMORY
Anastasia Camelia
A memory...
A memory of that day
It’s dancing in my brain
Feels like a posion liquid through my veins
A memory...
That memory, like a pitch black room
Dark, sad and hurt
And that’s why my heart feels like burned
That memory...
Your skin, your smile, your eyes, your smell
The day that I realized my heart fell
But no,
That memory...
Fade away, burried by the ocean deep
Just like the smell of lavender fields that blew by the wind
Anastasia Camelia
A memory...
A memory of that day
It’s dancing in my brain
Feels like a posion liquid through my veins
A memory...
That memory, like a pitch black room
Dark, sad and hurt
And that’s why my heart feels like burned
That memory...
Your skin, your smile, your eyes, your smell
The day that I realized my heart fell
But no,
That memory...
Fade away, burried by the ocean deep
Just like the smell of lavender fields that blew by the wind
THE LITTLE BOY
By Nurita Sekar Asri
In summer luxury,
When all birds
Fly with the hot sun
A little boy smiles
With his delights.
A litthe boy seems glad,
Imagine a pleasant memory,
That’s really satisfactory.
The day when he came
It is sweet like a dessert.
By Nurita Sekar Asri
In summer luxury,
When all birds
Fly with the hot sun
A little boy smiles
With his delights.
A litthe boy seems glad,
Imagine a pleasant memory,
That’s really satisfactory.
The day when he came
It is sweet like a dessert.
Ibu : Una Poesia per la Mamma
by Desca Angeliana Ibu, Only if you know my life is such a desert dry, make me feel so low walk like an ambivert My head spins with the re-call of our memories If life is what it is then why would we hold on the bitter spindles |
Only if I have one chance to live a different life for a better ambiance and make you the happiest one Ibu, May I wish you the best so I can meet you at last hold you tight as a bless and never let our time go so fast Ti amo, mamma! |
The Farthest
By : Gilang Panji Sadewo
I never stop to hope,
But thet hope just send me into a rope.
Loving you feels like dancing, dancing dead.
Feel pleasant, But slowly pierce in my head.
The beginning is full of bright and bloom,
But at the end like stuck in a pitch-black room.
Until now, this feeling never feel better.
But I believe it will beautiful in the border,
Just like the smell of beautiful lavender.
By : Gilang Panji Sadewo
I never stop to hope,
But thet hope just send me into a rope.
Loving you feels like dancing, dancing dead.
Feel pleasant, But slowly pierce in my head.
The beginning is full of bright and bloom,
But at the end like stuck in a pitch-black room.
Until now, this feeling never feel better.
But I believe it will beautiful in the border,
Just like the smell of beautiful lavender.
In a pitch-black room, a pity man
He’s like a pinky monkey
Dancing around till the end
Can’t pass without the keys
Confused with the reality
A slippery sharp knives is aiming him
Sweet blood is behind his prosperity
The smell of lavender escorts to the flame
In the middle of the fire
Unsatisfied with his achievement
Always rush in his desire
Died in the gloomy moment
“Deadly Desires”
Yulius Dony Prasetyadi
He’s like a pinky monkey
Dancing around till the end
Can’t pass without the keys
Confused with the reality
A slippery sharp knives is aiming him
Sweet blood is behind his prosperity
The smell of lavender escorts to the flame
In the middle of the fire
Unsatisfied with his achievement
Always rush in his desire
Died in the gloomy moment
“Deadly Desires”
Yulius Dony Prasetyadi
The Day
by B. Gracia
This is the day, the day you leave
Throw every memory that we built
With a plane ticket in your sleeve
With innocent face without guilt
The betrayal has pass
but the whole is still exist
In the center of the mass
I still can not resist
Clean the memory of you with this soap
but still it can not move
Try to stop
But I still hope
by B. Gracia
This is the day, the day you leave
Throw every memory that we built
With a plane ticket in your sleeve
With innocent face without guilt
The betrayal has pass
but the whole is still exist
In the center of the mass
I still can not resist
Clean the memory of you with this soap
but still it can not move
Try to stop
But I still hope
Silence
By Herda Pramundito I love you when you are dancing in every stage I still remember your show for the first time The first time in my life And everyday make this feel so brave I feel you in the smell of lavender and all my burdens gone I will never let you go for someone else I stuck on you and make this feel so strong I know I will loose you so long Like stuck in a pitch-black room, I know its wrong And its like a mainstream of love song |
I love you more than ever but everything is gone And I waiting for someone else Who break her relation in silence |
The Unwooden Door
In a keyhole I put the key in Hanging on the unwooden door Finding no wooden door inside the world I see the fire and the smoke out of the blue The birds are crying every where find no place Then the balloon break in the air under industry Then I see the world lose the forest -Dedi Lolan |
Under the Flamboyant Tree
by Dian Puspitasari Under the Flamboyan tree I recall a memory A memory of long time ago And I have to open my book of mind Then the memory appears So clear, like watching a movie I saw an old man, a father, and a cute little girl They were riding their bikes |
Suddenly, I smile to my self
It was full of happiness Bapak, Mbah Kakung, and I We were riding bikes to Marina beach Ooh… I really miss it Really really miss it Like missing a dessert after having a dinner |
The Last View
by Tamara Gita Megani Oh. I hate when they started to cry again Don't they now that I'm trying to sleep? I still close my eyes and try to ignore Suddenly, the rain drops are coming and dancing among the people I leave my body and get out from this pitch-black room I want to see people up there who are in the gloom I take my soul to the rainy sky Oh, they still continue to cry There is my lovely one He is there with his pale smile I still love him even it's different now That I only left my lovely smell of lavender on him |
Very Lovely
I am dancing
To get your interest
I am here
Trying to love you
Loving your dark side
I am dancing
In a pitch-black room
to grope your hand
where are you ?
I couldn’t see you
Because it’s too dark
Too dark for me
I am dancing
But the darkness blocks my sight
Yes, you’re right
I can’t see anything
But I can feel your heart
The smell of lavender
That smell
I still remember it
Your loving smell
Will be my milky way
Even in the darkness
I still love you
From the deep of my heart
Because I understand
I can’t be perfect
Without you
Astari Paramita Tjandra / 111214061
I am dancing
To get your interest
I am here
Trying to love you
Loving your dark side
I am dancing
In a pitch-black room
to grope your hand
where are you ?
I couldn’t see you
Because it’s too dark
Too dark for me
I am dancing
But the darkness blocks my sight
Yes, you’re right
I can’t see anything
But I can feel your heart
The smell of lavender
That smell
I still remember it
Your loving smell
Will be my milky way
Even in the darkness
I still love you
From the deep of my heart
Because I understand
I can’t be perfect
Without you
Astari Paramita Tjandra / 111214061
My Twisted Tricked Dream
By Ginong Pratidina
There is a joyful night under the moonlight
When every hearts feels more than so-so
Joy,joy,joy is the only one can be seen from the sight
Many bright lamps shining as the star on the sky also
As joy as flying bird in its first flight
My eyes cannot stop rounding every inch room
When then someone touch me from the side
He offers something that make me bloom
Dancing with him side by side make me feel tight
I am so delighted he is like my groom
I can smell his perfume as fragrant as blooming lavender
I am paralyzed . . . .
Am I dreaming for a while?
Or it is true that I’m standing on my toe, dancing with him who I love to
It is unstoppable dream till I aware he pulled my hands
Lead me to come to one room, a black dark room
Scary . . . .
I want to run but I can’t
I want to shout but I can’t
Dancing, lavender perfume is now being nightmare
I’ve been tricked by him into pitch black room
Oh my twisted tricked dream
The source of the picture: crazy-frankenstein.com
By Ginong Pratidina
There is a joyful night under the moonlight
When every hearts feels more than so-so
Joy,joy,joy is the only one can be seen from the sight
Many bright lamps shining as the star on the sky also
As joy as flying bird in its first flight
My eyes cannot stop rounding every inch room
When then someone touch me from the side
He offers something that make me bloom
Dancing with him side by side make me feel tight
I am so delighted he is like my groom
I can smell his perfume as fragrant as blooming lavender
I am paralyzed . . . .
Am I dreaming for a while?
Or it is true that I’m standing on my toe, dancing with him who I love to
It is unstoppable dream till I aware he pulled my hands
Lead me to come to one room, a black dark room
Scary . . . .
I want to run but I can’t
I want to shout but I can’t
Dancing, lavender perfume is now being nightmare
I’ve been tricked by him into pitch black room
Oh my twisted tricked dream
The source of the picture: crazy-frankenstein.com
You Betrayed My Love
Popy Kristina Queen Silalahi
111214028
I still remember the moment of us
When the sun shining light, and hit my skin
You smiled and you said you loved me
And it’s like to smell the fragrance soap
Fresh and natural
As the golden eye peeping its eyes
Your cheeks turned red
You made me feel the paradise
Now that I awaken
It has gone long time ago
When I found the plane ticket of you
That made my heart fragile
You left me behind
And the more hurting is, I found you with another girl
planned to fly with her
Without I realized
My teardrops came to my cheeks
Soft but bitter
As my love to you
That you replied with a betrayal
The source of the picture: www.desicomments.com
Popy Kristina Queen Silalahi
111214028
I still remember the moment of us
When the sun shining light, and hit my skin
You smiled and you said you loved me
And it’s like to smell the fragrance soap
Fresh and natural
As the golden eye peeping its eyes
Your cheeks turned red
You made me feel the paradise
Now that I awaken
It has gone long time ago
When I found the plane ticket of you
That made my heart fragile
You left me behind
And the more hurting is, I found you with another girl
planned to fly with her
Without I realized
My teardrops came to my cheeks
Soft but bitter
As my love to you
That you replied with a betrayal
The source of the picture: www.desicomments.com
http://ramblingrose.typepad.com
My Secret Box
Silviana Piar
I close my eyes
My mind starts reminding me
Those memories,
Me and you, mine and yours
It's when and where
We used to sit
On the dust-laden bench
You put your head on my shoulder
I feel like the time is stopping for us, only for us
It seems like I fall for you for many times
The way you smile,
The two cups of tea that we used to drink
I never regret our memories
I may not be the one you think of
But you can be sure
That you are the only one I think of
Just look at those memories that I kept in my box
Silviana Piar
I close my eyes
My mind starts reminding me
Those memories,
Me and you, mine and yours
It's when and where
We used to sit
On the dust-laden bench
You put your head on my shoulder
I feel like the time is stopping for us, only for us
It seems like I fall for you for many times
The way you smile,
The two cups of tea that we used to drink
I never regret our memories
I may not be the one you think of
But you can be sure
That you are the only one I think of
Just look at those memories that I kept in my box
For Once in Your Life
By : Ancila Putri Perwitasari
111214012
The yellow brown dry ground
Sure…the yellow brown barren ground
Sometimes, the air blow off the ground
Why it must happen on the unpredictable day?
Why it must separate black and white day?
And see…
The ground is still yellow, brown, dry, and barren on that day
Can you hear my sorrow voice…
The sound of crying memories
The sound of laughing memories
The sound of your leaving in my memories
Your soul loose from your body
Your life to eternality
- Requiescat in pace -
The source of the picture: salwabsa.blogspot.com
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By : Ancila Putri Perwitasari
111214012
The yellow brown dry ground
Sure…the yellow brown barren ground
Sometimes, the air blow off the ground
Why it must happen on the unpredictable day?
Why it must separate black and white day?
And see…
The ground is still yellow, brown, dry, and barren on that day
Can you hear my sorrow voice…
The sound of crying memories
The sound of laughing memories
The sound of your leaving in my memories
Your soul loose from your body
Your life to eternality
- Requiescat in pace -
The source of the picture: salwabsa.blogspot.com
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It's No
Malik Akbar
111214022
Under sunlight I'm alone
at park a dust-laden bench I lay on
I look at the blue sky
waiting for orange light
I show goddess my secret box
the box I keep from glow
with affraid I waiting for answear no
it's no, I know before
No for two cups of tea
Malik Akbar
111214022
Under sunlight I'm alone
at park a dust-laden bench I lay on
I look at the blue sky
waiting for orange light
I show goddess my secret box
the box I keep from glow
with affraid I waiting for answear no
it's no, I know before
No for two cups of tea
http://www.123rf.com
Sorrow of Mine
Tiara Maria Dewi
The giggling of lucky children is heard
Through the keyhole they could be noticed
They run here and there like a flock of flying-free bird
Playing the colorful balloon
in their colorful life
I want to giggle
I want to giggle with them
But it is hard
as hard as trying to breath in a smoky room
It can also be a riddle
a riddle that can end my life
Tiara Maria Dewi
The giggling of lucky children is heard
Through the keyhole they could be noticed
They run here and there like a flock of flying-free bird
Playing the colorful balloon
in their colorful life
I want to giggle
I want to giggle with them
But it is hard
as hard as trying to breath in a smoky room
It can also be a riddle
a riddle that can end my life
http://weheartit.com/entry/59620762/via/Natalizabeth
Missive for my child
Sylvia Ridzky S
One day in your life
You have to realize
That there are things
You either want to keep or let it missing
Remember when you were a kiddy
You could cry and get what you were requesting
Others might buy you balloon or present your teddy
Just in order to make you stop crying
But you shall hear
You are growing up in this big space
You must know that the world is so mean
Someone may blow their smoke out, 1 inch from your face
This life is not easy
Just like when you have hundreds of key
And got to find the perfect key
For your only door keyhole
But this life is not that stubborn
Just do your finest exertion
To make you survive
And keep you alive
Sylvia Ridzky S
One day in your life
You have to realize
That there are things
You either want to keep or let it missing
Remember when you were a kiddy
You could cry and get what you were requesting
Others might buy you balloon or present your teddy
Just in order to make you stop crying
But you shall hear
You are growing up in this big space
You must know that the world is so mean
Someone may blow their smoke out, 1 inch from your face
This life is not easy
Just like when you have hundreds of key
And got to find the perfect key
For your only door keyhole
But this life is not that stubborn
Just do your finest exertion
To make you survive
And keep you alive
http://www.alanwiessner.com
Struggle for Life
Almira Wanodya Padmasari
He is a great man
He is a strong man
He did not have anyone
He lived alone
No one to care
No one with whom to share
That way he selected
To make it immediately rose
His life imagine with regret
No one who can interpret
Who will receive the My changes?
Everyone would still revenge
Let it all the time to determine
And only He predetermine
Almira Wanodya Padmasari
He is a great man
He is a strong man
He did not have anyone
He lived alone
No one to care
No one with whom to share
That way he selected
To make it immediately rose
His life imagine with regret
No one who can interpret
Who will receive the My changes?
Everyone would still revenge
Let it all the time to determine
And only He predetermine
http://weheartit.com/entry/60117472/via/idreamedofparadise
PAPA
Haniah Hamidah Sahid
Missing you was like living in a hot desert, so dry . . .
Your picture scattered and slowly disappeared, I cry . . .
You left me with thousand of sad memories of you, you sly . . .
I miss to call you Papa,
I want you to be with Mama,
together holding my hands and laugh
now I hate to think of you
'cause thinking of you make me can't breath
I'll let this memories go with you
then let this burning feeling get its death
Haniah Hamidah Sahid
Missing you was like living in a hot desert, so dry . . .
Your picture scattered and slowly disappeared, I cry . . .
You left me with thousand of sad memories of you, you sly . . .
I miss to call you Papa,
I want you to be with Mama,
together holding my hands and laugh
now I hate to think of you
'cause thinking of you make me can't breath
I'll let this memories go with you
then let this burning feeling get its death
The Ballad of Truck Driver and His Wife
I think I’m gonna go home tonight,
but I know, she will say
“Shame on you!!!”
I understand, it’s alright,
for the low income for us that I get.
But honey, please understand that I still love you.
Ah, pulang malu nggak pulang rindu.
*) inspired by the words written on a truck
“Pulang Malu, Nggak Pulang Rindu”
Ignatius Gun Satya Atmaja
101214100
Picture source: www.pesan-lewat.com
I think I’m gonna go home tonight,
but I know, she will say
“Shame on you!!!”
I understand, it’s alright,
for the low income for us that I get.
But honey, please understand that I still love you.
Ah, pulang malu nggak pulang rindu.
*) inspired by the words written on a truck
“Pulang Malu, Nggak Pulang Rindu”
Ignatius Gun Satya Atmaja
101214100
Picture source: www.pesan-lewat.com
Whose Parents Are They?
An old couple whose hair is getting white
A father, who is so kind
A mother, who is so friendly
Sunny, rainy day...go to their own jungle
To work, to get money, to get career, to have a lot of partners
Every steps conveys the biggest love
The feeling from the deepest heart,
to let the children enjoy the paradise of life
The modest open hand to help the children,
in every holes where they walk down into
The happiest smile spouted from the face is,
the most satisfying portrait to them
However, the crying voice heard in a sorrow day,
will not break up the love
That’s the purity of parent’s love for me
I am the children, they are my parents!
Trisiwi Mintarini
101214073
An old couple whose hair is getting white
A father, who is so kind
A mother, who is so friendly
Sunny, rainy day...go to their own jungle
To work, to get money, to get career, to have a lot of partners
Every steps conveys the biggest love
The feeling from the deepest heart,
to let the children enjoy the paradise of life
The modest open hand to help the children,
in every holes where they walk down into
The happiest smile spouted from the face is,
the most satisfying portrait to them
However, the crying voice heard in a sorrow day,
will not break up the love
That’s the purity of parent’s love for me
I am the children, they are my parents!
Trisiwi Mintarini
101214073
Arinda Febriana Dewi
111214069
I..O..U
A shiny tray, made of gold
Sparkling, yes, it’s a pure gold
Incenses are burned
along with soft smell beside,
smell of lavender
Together,
they make one master of death,
my feeling’s death
There, I stand up
holding sampur, made of silk
In the middle of execution,
in a pitch-black room
It holds me tight, kiss me
with its darkness
Soon tears celebrate the moment,
running through my cheeks
There, in the middle, I begin dancing
Dancing the special one
My feeling is tortured but the body betrays
It keeps moving, dancing
Burned incenses and lavenders yell at me,
yell this slavery
I have to and must keep dancing
You, happy, now?
Seeing me tortured by the darkness?
Watching sweat comes down through my breasts?
It is only, I owe you a virginity
I..O..U
111214069
I..O..U
A shiny tray, made of gold
Sparkling, yes, it’s a pure gold
Incenses are burned
along with soft smell beside,
smell of lavender
Together,
they make one master of death,
my feeling’s death
There, I stand up
holding sampur, made of silk
In the middle of execution,
in a pitch-black room
It holds me tight, kiss me
with its darkness
Soon tears celebrate the moment,
running through my cheeks
There, in the middle, I begin dancing
Dancing the special one
My feeling is tortured but the body betrays
It keeps moving, dancing
Burned incenses and lavenders yell at me,
yell this slavery
I have to and must keep dancing
You, happy, now?
Seeing me tortured by the darkness?
Watching sweat comes down through my breasts?
It is only, I owe you a virginity
I..O..U
You know?
(Ginong Pratidina-111214003)
Hi you
Can you hear my voice?
Do you know who am I?
Person who always there for you
Inside your heart,your mind and your feeling
Have you ever try to feel me?
Looking for me inside you?
Every single time
I try to call you
Tell you the truth
About the better action you can do
When you get confuse to make decision
When you try to accomplish every problem
Please,can you just think back??
Then close your eyes slowly...
listen what I’ll tell you
You know who I am
You know I will tell you the truth
You know I will give you the better choice
I will guide you every you need me and you know that
You also know sometimes I make you doubt
But you know that I exist inside you
Believe it and feel me
Who am I?
I am your CONSCIENCE
Solely Island
He is nobody’s man
Lives he solely in an island
Seeks he for a fulfillment
Worthless is his attempt until present
No time for such fool crying
No shoulder for useless relying
For he has tried to be content
Yet he found himself with no commitment
Where is anybody?
He asks whether he can find somebody
Are there pities in everybody?
But he don’t want to be pitied by anybody
“Let me stay here,”
He said without fear
Nor he did in anger
Because he knows he is stronger
With or without any body comes to him near
Titus Angga Restuaji (111214040)
Picture source: www.dreamstime.com
Lives he solely in an island
Seeks he for a fulfillment
Worthless is his attempt until present
No time for such fool crying
No shoulder for useless relying
For he has tried to be content
Yet he found himself with no commitment
Where is anybody?
He asks whether he can find somebody
Are there pities in everybody?
But he don’t want to be pitied by anybody
“Let me stay here,”
He said without fear
Nor he did in anger
Because he knows he is stronger
With or without any body comes to him near
Titus Angga Restuaji (111214040)
Picture source: www.dreamstime.com
Chapter 7
(Ardhian Listyarian)
Wounds will heal
Sadness will sear
Slaves will kneel
Masters will sheer
Wounds will heal
Sadness will sear
Slaves will kneel
Masters will sheer
A Poem about You
Ardhian Listyarian
When the sun rises and shines,
Dancing with the wind and cloud on the sky,
Your beautiful face chills my anxiety,
Giving the color of rainbow in my pitch-black room
The smell of your sincerity
Stays within my sanity
Like a smell of lavender
That gives tranquility
Erasing all my sickness with a single blow
Dancing with the wind and cloud on the sky,
Your beautiful face chills my anxiety,
Giving the color of rainbow in my pitch-black room
The smell of your sincerity
Stays within my sanity
Like a smell of lavender
That gives tranquility
Erasing all my sickness with a single blow
Chapter 6
Mon, Oct 1, 2012
Ardhian Listyarian
She is the flame that burns my dying heart
She is the spirit within my lifeless soul
She is the cloak that hides my despair
She is the sword of my courage
She is the shield that blocks my fear
She is the light of my moonless nights
Who is she?
Ardhian Listyarian
She is the flame that burns my dying heart
She is the spirit within my lifeless soul
She is the cloak that hides my despair
She is the sword of my courage
She is the shield that blocks my fear
She is the light of my moonless nights
Who is she?
Wishes
Tue, Sep 4, 2012
Ardhian Listyarian
Whoever falls into oblivion,
May want a tombstone for his salvation.
Whoever seeks redemption,
May need a first kiss for his sophistication.
Whoever desires recognition,
May need a butterfly collection.
Ardhian Listyarian
Whoever falls into oblivion,
May want a tombstone for his salvation.
Whoever seeks redemption,
May need a first kiss for his sophistication.
Whoever desires recognition,
May need a butterfly collection.
INSIDIAE
Heribertus Hoktorio
Diving like a balloon
Swaying smoothly
The air stream takes me to insanity
I see the smoke beneath me
Crawling
Trying to springe me
Trap me
Not to let me free
I cannot flee out of this cavity
I crave a key hole for my key
No one sets me free
Swaying smoothly
The air stream takes me to insanity
I see the smoke beneath me
Crawling
Trying to springe me
Trap me
Not to let me free
I cannot flee out of this cavity
I crave a key hole for my key
No one sets me free
You, Hey You
Deliana Ciciliwati
For the first time I met you
Those pretty eyes I’m looking to
My heart skips a beat
I felt nervous a little bit
It’s you I’m thinking of
And It’s only you I’m dreaming of
You, hey you
Is this love that I feel?
Or is it you that I need?
Whenever I see you, I just can’t stop looking at you
And that’s all I can do
I’m sure you are all I want
Yes, you are the one
Boy you are the best thing
And you are my everything
Those pretty eyes I’m looking to
My heart skips a beat
I felt nervous a little bit
It’s you I’m thinking of
And It’s only you I’m dreaming of
You, hey you
Is this love that I feel?
Or is it you that I need?
Whenever I see you, I just can’t stop looking at you
And that’s all I can do
I’m sure you are all I want
Yes, you are the one
Boy you are the best thing
And you are my everything
Nothing
Christa Yona T
It’s started with an “N”
Followed by an “O”
Continued by a “T”
Next, it’s the “H”’s turn
Then, an “I”
And an “N” again
Finally, a “G”
N-O-T-H-I-N-G
Nothing
Followed by an “O”
Continued by a “T”
Next, it’s the “H”’s turn
Then, an “I”
And an “N” again
Finally, a “G”
N-O-T-H-I-N-G
Nothing
My Ship
by: Sisilia Novena
My ship…
Hasn’t already anchored
From its trip
To see a seashore
The wave is still dancing
A long journey is still calling
I wonder
When the trip is over
I wonder
When we will be together
In the seashore
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Stray Birds of Summer Come
by:Wilda Prandika
Stray birds of summer come
To my window
To sing and fly away
Stray birds of summer come
They flapping cheerfully
How fabulous they are
And yellow leaves of autumns,
Which have no mad song,
Flutter and fall there with a sign.
The Prayer
by:Wilda Prandika
God gives many chances in my life
To accept the things
God gives many chances in my life
To change my bad attitudes
But I cannot change,
Courage to change the things I can
And Wisdom to know the difference
God really knows what my heart talks about!!
What Are You Doing Today
by: Wilda Prandika
What are you doing today
When your sweetheart is no one
When you see others play
When flowers are sprouting
But not in your yard
When hearts are all over
Except in your cards
What are you doing today
When your sweetheart is no one
When you see others
When it’s woman in the mirror
Who looks back at you
When no one looks over her shoulder
Takes a nibble or two
What are you doing??
My Dream
by: Wilda Prandika
My dream world is totally magic
It can be fun and also tragic
I look around and I all I see
A big world surrounding me!
I jump to each it lily pad
Coming up with more and more ideas,
I say,
“No time for tears”!
My head is overflowing,
Everything is glowing,
Every idea pops out,
“Yeaahhhh!” I shout!
My dream world is the best
No time for rest
But I close my eyes
And fall asleep.
The Meaning of Football
by: WildaPrandika
Football can make you crazy
It can also bring you joy
I’ve played and watched it
As a small boy.
Football has great players
Like the one and only Messi
The Argentinian is genius
I wished he played for Coventry.
Football is the favorite sport
No other game comes anywhere near
In the Indonesia which is famous in this time
Just beating, fishing, and drinking beer.
Football can make us addictive
It can be your mind all of the day
Your thinking about goals, shots, and saves
And then talking about it to God when you pray
Finding in the Darkness
by: Natalia Septi
No move and no light, but no fears
No more tears,
And only ears…
As the flies are dancing,
As the lavender are singing,
And as the room are yelling.
In the green garden they see,
They smell,
They touch,
And they are looking for something inside.
When they are looking for in pitch-black room, They feel,They smell,
They touch,
And they find the true ways.
Beauty Flower
by: Natalia Septi
It grows well around the dry flower
It starts with the small things inside
Time goes by, and it becomes beautiful flower.
It doesn’t care wherever it grows.
One thing……
When it grows and becomes the beautiful flower,
It is like a king who lives in the village.
You know,
It can be more beautiful when it grows in a good place,
With other flowers make their house is beautiful.
Someday it will die and cannot grow again.
But remember when it has a good time
To show the inside power,
The feeling will be different.
LOVE
by: Natalia Septi
Life without you is nothing
On my tongue only say about you
Very deep I love you
End, the end of my life.
My Love Is Like...
by: Natalia Septi
My love is like a wind
which blows my face.
My love is like a wind
which comes to surface.
My love is like a wind
I cannot touch but can feel
My love is like a wind
It may a dream and real.
Tears
by: Dea
Alone, nothing I can do
Unhappiness and sadness along with my anger
Who is that I can blame?
They Said
by: Yulia Cahyani
They said I like apple
But I like manggoe
They said I like orange
But I like brown
They said I like the moon
But I like the sky
They said I like dancing
But I like jumping
They said I like the wind
But I like the rain
They said I like January
But I like February
They said I like him
But I like you...
The Ticket’s Pain
by: Yulia Cahyani
I am at the airport
Waiting the officer gives me the ticket
To go, healing the pain
I’m gone
So hurt
But I don’t blame you at all
Even you’re a great betrayal
I’m alright
I guess
I swear
Like the smell of the baby soap
You play your game again
Like the innocent sheep
You beg me again
It's Nice
by: Yulia Cahyani
It’s nice to remember you
A handsome boy from the hell
A kind person from the north pole
Making me start to melt
It’s nice to remember you
The way you read the book
The way you sing to get a hook
The way you run to get my cook
It’s nice to remember you
When we’re dancing in the rain
When we’re jumping to the drain
When we’re forcing our brain
It’s nice to remember you
On that October
On that November
On that December
Short, but nice to remember
White In Brown
by: Diana Chandra
You are perfect in the Autumn
When everything is falling down
You do not mourn
When your home is none
When leaf is only a bone
Even you are still calm
So, when we come
We’ve known you’re not lonesome
Because we know
You are stranger in the brown ground
But stranger, you are not gone
Kiss
by : Diana Chandra
Do not ever try it if you are not sure
Once you try it,
You would feel the incomparable pleasure
Once you feel it,
You would imagine it in your leisure
Once you imagine it,
You would not be able to control your gesture
Once you do it,
You deal with your future
Student
by : Diana Chandra
Graduate by graduate are born
Student’s spirit is shown
Every task can’t be ount
But they stay calm down
FRIENDSHIP
By: Herlina Dwi Sitarani
Spent my day with them
Spent my time with them
Spent my money also with them
That's our togetherness
Happiness is our way
Sadness is our journey
Everytime and everyday
It seems will be forever
I called it friendship
by: Sisilia Novena
My ship…
Hasn’t already anchored
From its trip
To see a seashore
The wave is still dancing
A long journey is still calling
I wonder
When the trip is over
I wonder
When we will be together
In the seashore
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Stray Birds of Summer Come
by:Wilda Prandika
Stray birds of summer come
To my window
To sing and fly away
Stray birds of summer come
They flapping cheerfully
How fabulous they are
And yellow leaves of autumns,
Which have no mad song,
Flutter and fall there with a sign.
The Prayer
by:Wilda Prandika
God gives many chances in my life
To accept the things
God gives many chances in my life
To change my bad attitudes
But I cannot change,
Courage to change the things I can
And Wisdom to know the difference
God really knows what my heart talks about!!
What Are You Doing Today
by: Wilda Prandika
What are you doing today
When your sweetheart is no one
When you see others play
When flowers are sprouting
But not in your yard
When hearts are all over
Except in your cards
What are you doing today
When your sweetheart is no one
When you see others
When it’s woman in the mirror
Who looks back at you
When no one looks over her shoulder
Takes a nibble or two
What are you doing??
My Dream
by: Wilda Prandika
My dream world is totally magic
It can be fun and also tragic
I look around and I all I see
A big world surrounding me!
I jump to each it lily pad
Coming up with more and more ideas,
I say,
“No time for tears”!
My head is overflowing,
Everything is glowing,
Every idea pops out,
“Yeaahhhh!” I shout!
My dream world is the best
No time for rest
But I close my eyes
And fall asleep.
The Meaning of Football
by: WildaPrandika
Football can make you crazy
It can also bring you joy
I’ve played and watched it
As a small boy.
Football has great players
Like the one and only Messi
The Argentinian is genius
I wished he played for Coventry.
Football is the favorite sport
No other game comes anywhere near
In the Indonesia which is famous in this time
Just beating, fishing, and drinking beer.
Football can make us addictive
It can be your mind all of the day
Your thinking about goals, shots, and saves
And then talking about it to God when you pray
Finding in the Darkness
by: Natalia Septi
No move and no light, but no fears
No more tears,
And only ears…
As the flies are dancing,
As the lavender are singing,
And as the room are yelling.
In the green garden they see,
They smell,
They touch,
And they are looking for something inside.
When they are looking for in pitch-black room, They feel,They smell,
They touch,
And they find the true ways.
Beauty Flower
by: Natalia Septi
It grows well around the dry flower
It starts with the small things inside
Time goes by, and it becomes beautiful flower.
It doesn’t care wherever it grows.
One thing……
When it grows and becomes the beautiful flower,
It is like a king who lives in the village.
You know,
It can be more beautiful when it grows in a good place,
With other flowers make their house is beautiful.
Someday it will die and cannot grow again.
But remember when it has a good time
To show the inside power,
The feeling will be different.
LOVE
by: Natalia Septi
Life without you is nothing
On my tongue only say about you
Very deep I love you
End, the end of my life.
My Love Is Like...
by: Natalia Septi
My love is like a wind
which blows my face.
My love is like a wind
which comes to surface.
My love is like a wind
I cannot touch but can feel
My love is like a wind
It may a dream and real.
Tears
by: Dea
Alone, nothing I can do
Unhappiness and sadness along with my anger
Who is that I can blame?
They Said
by: Yulia Cahyani
They said I like apple
But I like manggoe
They said I like orange
But I like brown
They said I like the moon
But I like the sky
They said I like dancing
But I like jumping
They said I like the wind
But I like the rain
They said I like January
But I like February
They said I like him
But I like you...
The Ticket’s Pain
by: Yulia Cahyani
I am at the airport
Waiting the officer gives me the ticket
To go, healing the pain
I’m gone
So hurt
But I don’t blame you at all
Even you’re a great betrayal
I’m alright
I guess
I swear
Like the smell of the baby soap
You play your game again
Like the innocent sheep
You beg me again
It's Nice
by: Yulia Cahyani
It’s nice to remember you
A handsome boy from the hell
A kind person from the north pole
Making me start to melt
It’s nice to remember you
The way you read the book
The way you sing to get a hook
The way you run to get my cook
It’s nice to remember you
When we’re dancing in the rain
When we’re jumping to the drain
When we’re forcing our brain
It’s nice to remember you
On that October
On that November
On that December
Short, but nice to remember
White In Brown
by: Diana Chandra
You are perfect in the Autumn
When everything is falling down
You do not mourn
When your home is none
When leaf is only a bone
Even you are still calm
So, when we come
We’ve known you’re not lonesome
Because we know
You are stranger in the brown ground
But stranger, you are not gone
Kiss
by : Diana Chandra
Do not ever try it if you are not sure
Once you try it,
You would feel the incomparable pleasure
Once you feel it,
You would imagine it in your leisure
Once you imagine it,
You would not be able to control your gesture
Once you do it,
You deal with your future
Student
by : Diana Chandra
Graduate by graduate are born
Student’s spirit is shown
Every task can’t be ount
But they stay calm down
FRIENDSHIP
By: Herlina Dwi Sitarani
Spent my day with them
Spent my time with them
Spent my money also with them
That's our togetherness
Happiness is our way
Sadness is our journey
Everytime and everyday
It seems will be forever
I called it friendship
Diamonte Poem
By: Herlina Dwi Sitarani
Mom
warm, soft
cooking, sewing, gardening
beautiful, feminine, masculine, handsome
working, earning, teaching
cool, strong
Dad
By: Herlina Dwi Sitarani
Mom
warm, soft
cooking, sewing, gardening
beautiful, feminine, masculine, handsome
working, earning, teaching
cool, strong
Dad
Me
By: Mutiara Nugraha
When you’re down and trap in darkness
I give my light, keep you from darkness
I give my hand, keep you from darkness
You see a blue light, not my light
You love a blue one, not my light
You want a red red rose, I give it
You want a green green leaf, I give it
You want a bright bright star, I give it
I want a red red rose, you don’t give it
She wants a red red rose, you give it
When you laugh laugh laugh, I laugh
When you cry cry cry, I cry
I give my star, you don't see it
I’m sad sad sad, you’re happy
From a grey room, I see you smile to her
I see you smile to her, not to me, not to me
By: Mutiara Nugraha
When you’re down and trap in darkness
I give my light, keep you from darkness
I give my hand, keep you from darkness
You see a blue light, not my light
You love a blue one, not my light
You want a red red rose, I give it
You want a green green leaf, I give it
You want a bright bright star, I give it
I want a red red rose, you don’t give it
She wants a red red rose, you give it
When you laugh laugh laugh, I laugh
When you cry cry cry, I cry
I give my star, you don't see it
I’m sad sad sad, you’re happy
From a grey room, I see you smile to her
I see you smile to her, not to me, not to me
Here
By: Thia
I still remember your face..
Your voice still dancing in my mind..
Let me know more about you..
Let me close to you..
I just want to make you realize..
Here I am...
Friendship is Like A Balloon
By: Kartika Puspaningrum
Friendship is like a balloon
Red, Yellow, Green,
Colourful.
Friendship is like a balloon
When the gas comes out
You've got spirit.
Friendship is like a balloon
Never walks as red,
Never walks as yellow,
Never walks as green.
But walks as unity.
White in Brown
By: Diana Chandra
You are perfect in the Autumn
When everything is falling down
You do not mourn
When your home is none
When leaf is only a bone
Even you are still calm
So, when we come
We've known you're not lonesome
Because we know
You're stronger in the brown ground
But stranger, you are not gone
My Guardian Angels
By: Thia'025
Friendship is like a Jumper
Hold me with full of warm heart
With Love, Care of me
Paper
by: Thia '025
Blank, white, still holy
I can dance there
I can play there
With my words, imaginations, creations, love and pen
Whole my time with you
MY LOVE IS LIKE .......
By: Veronika Meiana
My love is like my family..
they are my everything..
Help me to do anything,,
My love is like flower..
Fragrant,.. to swell.. and beautiful,,
my love is like heaven,,
Silent.. happiness..
my love is like my friend..
care and give me inspiration..
give me spirit and tells me about everything..
my love is like my father,,
have responsibility,,
my love is like my mother,,
accompany me,, remember me,, and love me..
thank you all my LOVE :*
Dancing- a Pitch black room - and the Smell of Lavender
by: Veronika Meiana
At a pitch-black room
alone..afraid..
try to find light..
silent..sad
need someone..
accompany me in the dark..
in the smell of lavender..
that makes me silent..
try to close my eyes..
think about something,,
that dancing in my mind..
is it You God?
who dancing with me..
it is in my mind..
God,,, Yeah God..
accompany me in my mind..
in the pitch-black room..
only with Him..
my Lovely God..
:)
My Love is Like the Game of Angry Birds
By: Birgitta Dian Mariska
My love is like the game of Angry Birds
I have a game of my life,
about my love,
and it is like Angry Birds,
because Angry Birds are full colour,
so, my love is full colour too
happy, sad,
tears, smile,
it's in my love
Secret Admirer
By: Yulia / 031
Everyone says that
You’re Edward Cullen
And really I hope
I’ll be your Bella Swan
Every time I see you
My heart is knocked
And it is heard
Dug.dug.dug
But I just can see you
From a distance
Just in case
You’ll see me back
Do you know? For a long time
I just can wish upon a star
Dreaming I’ll be with you
No matter about the time
But a little space
In the corner of my heart
Force me to do something
To tell you a secret thing
Then, you have to know that
It’s not so easy for me
To say
This stupid thing
“Would you like to say
I love you?”
.,
By Yulia / 031
Yes, that is a full stop
Just a full stop no others
That is not an apostrophe or brackets
That is not a colon or guillemets
That is not a hyphen or an ellipsis
That is not an exclamation mark or question mark
That is not also a dash
Yes, I just need a full stop
Because I need to stop
These all tiring things
But Wait!
I think I only need a comma
Yes, a comma
Because after stopping for a while
I have to continue
My life
Untitled
By Yulia / 031
My name is leaf
I have to stay with a tree
To obey him producing flowers and fruits
By doing photosynthesis
I always with him
Facing the shine of the sun
Feeling the cold in the night
And getting wet when it’s raining
But,
Someday somehow
I have to leave the tree
I wonder and ask my self
Is it because of the wind pursuit?
Or tree never asked me to stay?
By: Thia
I still remember your face..
Your voice still dancing in my mind..
Let me know more about you..
Let me close to you..
I just want to make you realize..
Here I am...
Friendship is Like A Balloon
By: Kartika Puspaningrum
Friendship is like a balloon
Red, Yellow, Green,
Colourful.
Friendship is like a balloon
When the gas comes out
You've got spirit.
Friendship is like a balloon
Never walks as red,
Never walks as yellow,
Never walks as green.
But walks as unity.
White in Brown
By: Diana Chandra
You are perfect in the Autumn
When everything is falling down
You do not mourn
When your home is none
When leaf is only a bone
Even you are still calm
So, when we come
We've known you're not lonesome
Because we know
You're stronger in the brown ground
But stranger, you are not gone
My Guardian Angels
By: Thia'025
Friendship is like a Jumper
Hold me with full of warm heart
With Love, Care of me
Paper
by: Thia '025
Blank, white, still holy
I can dance there
I can play there
With my words, imaginations, creations, love and pen
Whole my time with you
MY LOVE IS LIKE .......
By: Veronika Meiana
My love is like my family..
they are my everything..
Help me to do anything,,
My love is like flower..
Fragrant,.. to swell.. and beautiful,,
my love is like heaven,,
Silent.. happiness..
my love is like my friend..
care and give me inspiration..
give me spirit and tells me about everything..
my love is like my father,,
have responsibility,,
my love is like my mother,,
accompany me,, remember me,, and love me..
thank you all my LOVE :*
Dancing- a Pitch black room - and the Smell of Lavender
by: Veronika Meiana
At a pitch-black room
alone..afraid..
try to find light..
silent..sad
need someone..
accompany me in the dark..
in the smell of lavender..
that makes me silent..
try to close my eyes..
think about something,,
that dancing in my mind..
is it You God?
who dancing with me..
it is in my mind..
God,,, Yeah God..
accompany me in my mind..
in the pitch-black room..
only with Him..
my Lovely God..
:)
My Love is Like the Game of Angry Birds
By: Birgitta Dian Mariska
My love is like the game of Angry Birds
I have a game of my life,
about my love,
and it is like Angry Birds,
because Angry Birds are full colour,
so, my love is full colour too
happy, sad,
tears, smile,
it's in my love
Secret Admirer
By: Yulia / 031
Everyone says that
You’re Edward Cullen
And really I hope
I’ll be your Bella Swan
Every time I see you
My heart is knocked
And it is heard
Dug.dug.dug
But I just can see you
From a distance
Just in case
You’ll see me back
Do you know? For a long time
I just can wish upon a star
Dreaming I’ll be with you
No matter about the time
But a little space
In the corner of my heart
Force me to do something
To tell you a secret thing
Then, you have to know that
It’s not so easy for me
To say
This stupid thing
“Would you like to say
I love you?”
.,
By Yulia / 031
Yes, that is a full stop
Just a full stop no others
That is not an apostrophe or brackets
That is not a colon or guillemets
That is not a hyphen or an ellipsis
That is not an exclamation mark or question mark
That is not also a dash
Yes, I just need a full stop
Because I need to stop
These all tiring things
But Wait!
I think I only need a comma
Yes, a comma
Because after stopping for a while
I have to continue
My life
Untitled
By Yulia / 031
My name is leaf
I have to stay with a tree
To obey him producing flowers and fruits
By doing photosynthesis
I always with him
Facing the shine of the sun
Feeling the cold in the night
And getting wet when it’s raining
But,
Someday somehow
I have to leave the tree
I wonder and ask my self
Is it because of the wind pursuit?
Or tree never asked me to stay?
Dancing With the Black
By: Fenty Yunia Vianarika
I open the door
I felt chill, scared and alone
Everything is black
I cannot see
My eyes are blind in the blackness
A pitch-black room makes my blindness
I cannot see but I can touch
I cannot see but I can smell
The smell of lavender comes to me
very strong and strong
Absorb into my nose
Lavender asks me to dance
Dancing like ballerina with the black
No audience, no applause, and no sounds
only me... alone
By: Fenty Yunia Vianarika
I open the door
I felt chill, scared and alone
Everything is black
I cannot see
My eyes are blind in the blackness
A pitch-black room makes my blindness
I cannot see but I can touch
I cannot see but I can smell
The smell of lavender comes to me
very strong and strong
Absorb into my nose
Lavender asks me to dance
Dancing like ballerina with the black
No audience, no applause, and no sounds
only me... alone
My Love is Like Coffee
By: Christina Yuli
My love is like coffee
Bitter if I stand alone
Bitter and lonely
My love is like coffee
sweet if I meet you
Sweet and Precious
My love is like a coffee
few If you use it
it is few but meaningful
By: Christina Yuli
My love is like coffee
Bitter if I stand alone
Bitter and lonely
My love is like coffee
sweet if I meet you
Sweet and Precious
My love is like a coffee
few If you use it
it is few but meaningful
My Love Is Like..
By: Laurensia Prista Karina
My love is like..
My love is just like your face
The way you talk, the way you smile
The way you joke, the way you laugh
The way you look at me
The way you gaze at me
My love is just like you
The way you walk, the way you jump
The way you blink, the way you sleep
The way you hold me
The way you hug me
Every time I see you, the world is bright
Every time I kiss you, the world is quiet
You're the one I want to be with
With no happy ending
But a continually happy beginning
By: Laurensia Prista Karina
My love is like..
My love is just like your face
The way you talk, the way you smile
The way you joke, the way you laugh
The way you look at me
The way you gaze at me
My love is just like you
The way you walk, the way you jump
The way you blink, the way you sleep
The way you hold me
The way you hug me
Every time I see you, the world is bright
Every time I kiss you, the world is quiet
You're the one I want to be with
With no happy ending
But a continually happy beginning
A Diamonte
By: Fenty Yunia Vianarika
Friend
Happy, excited
Laughing, smiling, gathering
Animate, live, human, person
Mocking, arguing, fighting
Morose, hate
Enemy
By: Fenty Yunia Vianarika
Friend
Happy, excited
Laughing, smiling, gathering
Animate, live, human, person
Mocking, arguing, fighting
Morose, hate
Enemy