tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70270499133844583002023-06-27T14:49:01.671-07:00A "her" in a MotherA Woman, a Cook, a Teacher, a Poet, Benny's lovera woman, a cook, a teacher, a poethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08768380172420143571noreply@blogger.comBlogger148125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027049913384458300.post-56348941993598525202020-08-10T07:29:00.001-07:002020-08-10T07:29:22.626-07:00selamat jalan<div>Mati itu sederhana</div><div>Sekejap tenang</div><div>Dia pun hilang</div><div>Padahal tadi tersenyum merona</div><div><br></div><div>Tepat satu jam</div><div>Sebelum aku terbangun</div><div>Aku terus termenung</div><div>Tak bisa mata ini terpejam</div><div><br></div><div>Kusenang pelukan</div><div>Hangatnya dia,</div><div>Teguran manisnya </div><div>Pun tak bisa kulupakan</div><div><br></div><div>Marahpun, ia tetap manis</div><div>Menegur dan menghukum tegas</div><div>Namun aku tahu jelas</div><div>Bahwa di hatinya, ia menangis</div><div><br></div><div>Sedu seda ku </div><div>Dia peluk sabar</div><div>Tawa girangku</div><div>Dia dengar</div><div><br></div><div>Ma, sesederhana itulah hidup </div><div>Meskipun bayangmu mulai redup</div><div>Namun hati tetaplah ingatmu dan setia</div><div>Ku akan ingat 'tuk tetap bahagia</div><div><br></div><div>Terima kasih, mama</div><div><br></div><div>Semarang, Rut Novyanti</div><div><br></div><div><br></div>a woman, a cook, a teacher, a poethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08768380172420143571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027049913384458300.post-70587054229768459972020-07-03T21:20:00.000-07:002020-07-03T21:20:09.777-07:00DebuAsa ku lenyap<br>
Ditelan senyap<br>
Tangisku kejar<br>
Aku lemas terkapar<br>
<br>
Apalah aku bagimu<br>
Ada pun bukan maumu<br>
Sedihku bukan milikmu<br>
Bahagiamu buatku pilu<br>
<br>
Siapa aku ini<br>
Layakkah meminta belas kasih<br>
Dari mu, yang bukan apa apamu<div>Ingatkah kamu bilamana kita bertemu</div><div><br></div><div>Lemah aku</div><div>Hancur aku</div><div>Saat asa tak ada lagi </div><div>Nafasku pun nyata terhenti<br>
<br></div>a woman, a cook, a teacher, a poethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08768380172420143571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027049913384458300.post-8373189872610682402020-05-17T22:53:00.001-07:002020-05-17T22:53:29.808-07:00an old new meSudah bertahun-tahun blog ini sepi dengan cuapan dan kicauan bahagia, gelisah dan kelamnya hidup penulis. Terlalu banyak hal terjadi, sehingga sulit tuk meluangkan waktu untuk menuangkan butiran dan luapan rasa itu. <div><br></div><div>Namun, hati ini menjadi berat lagi, karena penulis sudah lama tak bersua dengan angin semilir dan percikan air yang tenang tanpa gangguan dan panggilan yang menyita perhatian. Hidup itu pelik. Pelik yang tak dapat berhenti hanya dengan menangis dan menggerutu. </div><div><br></div><div>Hal-hal di atas adalah kesungguhan hati penulis untuk kembali menghidupi kebiasaan baik ini. Kebiasaan yang telah lama mati, namun ingin dipupuki dan disirami lagi. Dengan cinta dan keseimbangan waktu, demi mengembalikan kelegaan dan kewarasan penulis. </div><div><br></div><div>Menurut penulis, seorang ibu haruslah menjadi seorang yang paling kreatif dalam mengatur semuanya. Keletihan diganti dengan kepulihan. Kepahitan diganti dengan kesukacitaan. Trauma diganti dengan tekad optimis. </div><div><br></div><div>Mari menulis,</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Penulis </div>a woman, a cook, a teacher, a poethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08768380172420143571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027049913384458300.post-69148797599449852832019-12-01T20:45:00.001-08:002019-12-01T20:49:55.342-08:00Death Relieves <p dir="ltr">Walked they tittled-tattled<br>
Talked they laughed<br>
Shits they out<br>
Cry they watched</p>
<p dir="ltr">None was <u>theirs</u><br>
They acted like piece<br>
Of garbage <br>
That made curse</p>
<p dir="ltr">Sick<br>
Tick<br>
Tack<br>
Fuck</p>
<p dir="ltr">Let it released<br>
Hold it right<br>
Stop it breathed<br>
Let me died</p>
<p dir="ltr">Words<br>
Lost<br>
I Gone<br>
All done</p>
a woman, a cook, a teacher, a poethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08768380172420143571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027049913384458300.post-72892125268040840392019-11-27T18:23:00.002-08:002019-11-27T18:45:06.953-08:00UnsteadySaid to be ready<div>
Promise loudly</div><div>Present convincingly</div><div><br></div><div>Dip self in reality</div><div>It is never easy</div><div>Even just to see</div><div>And pass day by day</div><div><br></div><div>Crying doesn't heal</div><div>Hard days should be done, still</div><div>None can give me chill</div><div>To keep my head sane still</div><div><br></div><div>Others said just say say</div><div>Tell tell what you want to share</div><div>But better to lay</div><div>Rather to think and prepare</div><div>About what to say</div><div><br></div><div>Me think, talking to you</div><div>Better not, because I know</div><div>Others tend to be judgemental</div><div>To say I am sentimental</div><div><br></div><div>Days without the real me</div><div>Have been hard</div><div>Don't they know me</div><div>Don't they have heart?</div><div><br></div><div>Don't they have empathy?</div><div>Don't dare you pity</div><div>when you do not have that ability</div><div><br></div><div>... A Mom, 28112019</div><div> </div><div><br></div>
a woman, a cook, a teacher, a poethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08768380172420143571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027049913384458300.post-68614125839757782512018-07-21T12:19:00.003-07:002018-07-21T12:19:56.763-07:00KelakTekad tuk langkahkan kaki<br />
Nekad ketukkan pintu<br />
Membuka halaman baru<br />
Yang membuatku nampak lagi<br />
<br />
Hidup tak lagi sama<br />
Apapun terlihat sulit<br />
Yang ada sekarang telah lama<br />
Tiada, akibat tertelan oleh bumi<br />
<br />
Melihat betapa hancurnya<br />
Sebuah batu besar nan tajam<br />
Seperti itulah hatiku nampakmya<br />
Dikoyak dan dirajam<br />
<br />
Ragaku tak sampai mati<br />
Hatiku tak sampai hilang<br />
Semua terasa titik-titik<br />
Keletihan dan pedihnya lara hati<br />
<br />
Nampaknya kematian merupakan<br />
Pintu terbaik, yang menjadi tujuan<br />
Untuk menapaki perjalanan<br />
Selanjutnya, tanpa lagi tertekan<br />
<br />
Daun, mengapakah kau cepat jatuh-<br />
Dari ranting yang dahulu<br />
Kau bilang kasih, kau kata cinta?<br />
Mengapakah ranting rela melepaskan?<br />
<br />
Jangan kau bilang takdir<br />
Pula kau bilang itu harus<br />
Semuanya hanyalah sesaat takbir<br />
Yang berkumandang dengan lembut, halus<br />
<br />
Ditelinga ini, ingin sekali<br />
Aku mendengar, bisikkan<br />
Oleh lembutnya angin, sepoi nan pasti<br />
Dengan semilirnya, daun terhempaskan<br />
<br />
Lalu jatuh..<br />
Tersapu..<br />
Dan menjauh..<br />
Hilang lalu... a woman, a cook, a teacher, a poethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08768380172420143571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027049913384458300.post-86152758260446665252018-07-21T11:59:00.000-07:002018-07-21T11:59:49.079-07:00Aku dan batu<div dir="ltr">
Jikalau ia<br />
Tidak pernah membalas<br />
Menerima apapun<br />
Terjadi padanya</div>
<div dir="ltr">
Teriknya matahari <br />
Nan indah, <br />
tapi baginya <br />
itu sudah biasa</div>
<div dir="ltr">
Meluapnya air<br />
Karena hujan deras<br />
Dan gerimis menetes<br />
Itupun ia bahagia</div>
<div dir="ltr">
Ia tak mengeluh..<br />
Dia diam, biarpun<br />
Dirinya terkikis habis<br />
Memasir.. menghilang.. </div>
<div dir="ltr">
Biarlah aku menjadi sepertinya<br />
Diam walau dimaki, <br />
Tersenyum saat dipuji<br />
Dan hilang saat waktunya.. </div>
<div dir="ltr">
dengan senyum tanpa diketahui<br />
Kemana aku pergi<br />
Dan menjadi apa aku <br />
Setelah aku <i><b>mati</b></i>..</div>
<div dir="ltr">
It never argues<br />
About anything<br />
The hottest sunshine<br />
It is a friend of it</div>
<div dir="ltr">
It remains silent<br />
The flood coming <br />
To the city, <br />
it remains the same</div>
a woman, a cook, a teacher, a poethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08768380172420143571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027049913384458300.post-68183966700741421062016-11-09T08:42:00.000-08:002016-11-09T08:42:21.030-08:00..Windi..You cannot see me<div>
Cannot you feel me?</div>
<div>
I breath deeply</div>
<div>
So you can feel me </div>
<div>
Like everyone else</div>
<div>
Feel loved and not lonely</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Shall you forbid me,</div>
<div>
Not allowing me</div>
<div>
To hug you, to see</div>
<div>
How have you been?</div>
<div>
Hope you miss me,</div>
<div>
When I am not there,</div>
<div>
Do you miss me?</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
So many times</div>
<div>
I see you are angry</div>
<div>
For not getting </div>
<div>
What you eagerly </div>
<div>
own, will you still</div>
<div>
Remember me?</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
But once </div>
<div>
you see me with anger </div>
<div>
And getting stronger</div>
<div>
You blame me, </div>
<div>
You hate me.</div>
<div>
What did I do seem </div>
<div>
So wrong and </div>
<div>
Always be. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Let me disappear </div>
<div>
With the water</div>
<div>
Waving all the way</div>
<div>
To bring furious</div>
<div>
And madness</div>
<div>
To bring tremendous</div>
<div>
Power to sweep away</div>
<div>
All dirts, mud that</div>
<div>
Used to cover my sight</div>
<div>
And my heart.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
a woman, a cook, a teacher, a poethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08768380172420143571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027049913384458300.post-3492757172516900542016-03-17T23:51:00.001-07:002018-07-21T11:58:36.868-07:00Bilamana ia mengerti<br />
Persoalan hati<br />
Penggalan kata<br />
Yang mengisahkan lara<br />
<br />
Luka demi luka<br />
Berbaris rapih,<br />
bersembunyi<br />
malu tuk diungkap<br />
Hati merana<br />
Melihat wajahnya merona<br />
<br />
Sampai kapankah<br />
Kakiku berhenti melangkah<br />
Melangkah teguh<br />
Ke Hati yang salah<br />
Yang membuatku luluh<br />
Tak berkelit aku, kalah<br />
<br />
Ulat di pohon<br />
Pun mendengar<br />
Lenguhan sang daun<br />
Di antara sela-sela<br />
Ranting yang bermesraan<br />
Dengan bunga pun<br />
diayun<br />
Dengan lembut nan<br />
perlahan<br />
<br />
cintanya akan bunga-<br />
tak dapat dihentikan<br />
membuatnya menjadi<br />
buah yang ranum<br />
yang harum<br />
yang nikmat<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />a woman, a cook, a teacher, a poethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08768380172420143571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027049913384458300.post-67761011635182559242015-09-16T20:28:00.001-07:002015-09-16T20:28:11.755-07:00Mata dan hari<p dir="ltr">Mata, Tanpa dirimu<br>
Aku meraba sepanjang jalan<br>
Takut dan tak pasti arahnya<br>
Kamu kecil tapi <br>
Besar untuk hidupku</p>
<p dir="ltr">Ngeri aku tanpa<br>
Tahu apa dan siapa<br>
Yang merayu dan <br>
Mengaduh padaku<br>
Dan menangis </p>
<p dir="ltr">Tak dapat kuhidup <br>
Tanpamu. Terang<br>
Tak kudapat<br>
Hancur semua memori<br>
Dalam sandiwara panggung ini</p>
<p dir="ltr">Hari, Tanpamu aku kosong<br>
Menjadi bayangan pun <br>
aku tak sanggup<br>
Tanpamu aku tak berhak<br>
Tuk menjadi terlihat</p>
<p dir="ltr">Tanpamu, apapun hilang lalu<br>
Terhempas tanpa detik<br>
Sepi dan kosong<br>
Matipun bukan jalan<br>
'Tuk keluar dan lari</p>
<p dir="ltr">Kencang aku berlari.<br>
Mencari kemana <br>
Aku mencari penglihatan<br>
Dan hariku..<br>
Mereka tak ada lagi..</p>
<p dir="ltr">Matipun aku tak bisa<br>
Karena hidupku bukan<br>
Aku yang bisa ambil</p>
<p dir="ltr">Tapi, matipun masih <br>
Lebih baik dari pada<br>
Harus begini..</p>
a woman, a cook, a teacher, a poethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08768380172420143571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027049913384458300.post-50168731588171493932015-09-16T20:09:00.001-07:002015-09-16T20:09:45.530-07:00Ketika cinta..<p dir="ltr">Ketika <b><i>cinta</i></b><br>
Hanya tertanda <br>
Karena ada harta<br>
Karena ada semua</p>
<p dir="ltr">Bukankah itu <br>
Palsu adanya<br>
Cinta itu <br>
Tidak gratis</p>
<p dir="ltr">Dia dibayar<br>
Oleh usaha <br>
Jerih payah<br>
Dan titik darah</p>
<p dir="ltr">Harta<br>
Bukanlah<br>
Tandingan<br>
Sebuah cinta</p>
<p dir="ltr">Hanya segelintir <br>
hidup oleh cinta yang <br>
membawa sekarung suka<br>
Dan sepaket dukanya</p>
a woman, a cook, a teacher, a poethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08768380172420143571noreply@blogger.com0South Tangerang, South Tangerang-6.2835217 106.711296tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027049913384458300.post-34178150160245762702015-09-16T20:02:00.001-07:002015-09-16T20:14:02.186-07:00Hidden and Rotten<p dir="ltr">What<b> is</b><b> </b><b><i>love </i></b><br>
Till die you promised<br>
To stay forever<br>
But you've gone?</p>
<p dir="ltr">Gold, diamonds,<br>
Clothes, money, houses <br>
Will mind you, <br>
Won't you?</p>
<p dir="ltr">What is<i><b> faith</b></i><br>
When you swore<br>
Not to leave, <br>
But you has left?</p>
<p dir="ltr">What is <i><b>marriage</b></i><br>
<i><b>If </b></i>I am dying and<br>
Need you,<br>
But you've gone?</p>
a woman, a cook, a teacher, a poethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08768380172420143571noreply@blogger.com0South Tangerang, South Tangerang-6.2835217 106.711296tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027049913384458300.post-43118974193122205272014-06-13T01:39:00.002-07:002014-06-13T01:39:50.419-07:00waktuhari demi hari<br />
berjalan seperti<br />
langkahnya anak bocah<br />
yang melompat lincah<br />
<br />
minggu demi minggu<br />
berjalan pelan nan pasti<br />
yang mengiring ke tepi<br />
bulan yang baru<br />
<br />
bulan ke bulan<br />
beralih seperti<br />
lirikan mata yang penuh<br />
dengan kebencian<br />
<br />
tahun ke tahun<br />
bertiup seperti<br />
parasut yang terbang tinggi<br />
dan terdampar jatuh pelan<br />
<br />
yang menuntun waktu<br />
tuk berjalan tanpa<br />
letih tanpa lesu<br />
dan lepaskan hampa a woman, a cook, a teacher, a poethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08768380172420143571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027049913384458300.post-26083952949781945522014-06-13T01:30:00.003-07:002014-06-13T01:53:45.666-07:00friend, goodit's been a while<br />
she is smiling<br />
she is clinging<br />
for a benefits<br />
<br />
you showed<br />
your crooked smile<br />
you spoke about<br />
good things and<br />
unfinished plan<br />
<br />
happy to be with you<br />
to waste time, to break gloom <br />
sad, can not be with you<br />
you are phenomenal <br />
<br />
you hurt like<br />
a sharp knife stabbed<br />
can't see it's bleeding<br />
you are just blind<br />
<br />
as a fella, you're<br />
just good you're nice<br />
as a friend<br />
not as a best frienda woman, a cook, a teacher, a poethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08768380172420143571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027049913384458300.post-50943419998040995072014-02-26T05:38:00.002-08:002014-02-26T05:40:05.230-08:00He never sleepsI can't imagine<br />
if I fall then I die'<br />
without a hand holds<br />
me tight and keeps me safe<br />
<br />
I lie He calmly<br />
looks at me<br />
urges me to<br />
admit what I have done<br />
<br />
when I am sad<br />
He smiles to<br />
create an atmosphere<br />
that I am not alone<br />
<br />
I am tired of life<br />
He warns me that<br />
He has billions thoughts<br />
to look after to<br />
<br />
He is unlimited in love<br />
He watches me tirelessly<br />
so I feel sufferings to make<br />
me closer to Hima woman, a cook, a teacher, a poethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08768380172420143571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027049913384458300.post-940111548431564332014-02-26T05:20:00.002-08:002016-11-28T23:53:26.527-08:00a man should have<p dir="ltr">a lady is created<br>
by patience<br>
so she can wait </p>
<p dir="ltr">her hair is contained<br>
by gentleness<br>
then she shows her beauty </p>
<p dir="ltr">her heart is woven<br>
by strength<br>
no one can break her spirit </p>
<p dir="ltr">her hands are made<br>
by silk<br>
they are strong and precious</p>
<p dir="ltr">her feet are created<br>
by stone<br>
so they stand and stay strong</p>
<p dir="ltr">an extraordinary<br>
and amazing<br>
creature that man should have<br>
And <u>should</u> love<br><br><br><br></p>
a woman, a cook, a teacher, a poethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08768380172420143571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027049913384458300.post-44570966388889331732014-02-26T05:03:00.001-08:002014-02-26T05:04:21.413-08:00love 1<div style="text-align: right;">
too much love</div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
to share not</div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
what love is</div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
if you don't show it</div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
you said you love</div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
it's covered by glove</div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
no one knows</div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
no one shows</div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
sad is his middle name</div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
he is fake and lame</div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
what you be proud of</div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
when the button is off </div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
say to the wind flow</div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
scream to the air slow</div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
with true love you care</div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
no love you are scare</div>
a woman, a cook, a teacher, a poethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08768380172420143571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027049913384458300.post-39884860153847693052014-01-22T19:38:00.002-08:002016-03-17T23:36:11.775-07:00The Tsunamiyou wind the happiness<br />
sharing it for many times<br />
your whispers of love<br />
makes me fly above<br />
till I fell and the ground hit<br />
my feet<br />
<br />
I had no pain<br />
to be gained<br />
all I thought was just<br />
you that saved trust<br />
<br />
suddenly you gave<br />
me sad face that<br />
brought me grave<br />
and drove me to death<br />
<br />
once he told<br />
every simple thought<br />
of hurting words<br />
for me<br />
that ruin all works<br />
<br />
your words took me<br />
into a ruined life<br />
like a coming Tsunami<br />
that swept every trust away and strife<br />
<br />
<br />
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<br />a woman, a cook, a teacher, a poethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08768380172420143571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027049913384458300.post-19308128085472239002013-12-19T02:24:00.001-08:002013-12-19T02:25:47.659-08:00Undead Seed<p>It was a mistaken seed<br>
Was planted in a wrong place<br>
People mocked it<br>
Walked on it<br>
Not realized that<br>
There was a plant there</p>
<p>The owner was about<br>
To ignore it,<br>
But the other tried to<br>
Water it</p>
<p>It grew faster<br>
Than it was predicted<br>
It became night plant<br>
That was unseen</p>
<p>It did not die<br>
It has been growing <br>
Better than it was <br>
supposed to </p>
<p>No one see it<br>
No one care<br>
No one appreciate it</p>
<p>It survives<br>
And looks beautiful<br>
Everyone says <br>
it wonderful</p>
<p>The flower replies<br>
It grows not to make <br>
The owner happy<br>
But to tell other that<br>
Something ignored<br>
Is growing stronger<br>
And tougher</p>
a woman, a cook, a teacher, a poethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08768380172420143571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027049913384458300.post-16196225381683721332013-11-03T07:07:00.003-08:002013-11-03T07:07:56.181-08:00time and loveWhen we are apart,<br />
I look at the sunshine<br />
and wish it is moving down<br />
faster<br />
wish the week<br />
walks as a day<br />
the months runs<br />
to be a week<br />
and year like a month<br />
<br />
When we<br />
are together<br />
I wishing the moon<br />
postpones the sun<br />
to arise in the morning<br />
and a day becomes<br />
a week, a week<br />
changed to be longer<br />
like a month,<br />
and a month<br />
gets longer like a month<br />
then the month stays longer<br />
to be FOREVERa woman, a cook, a teacher, a poethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08768380172420143571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027049913384458300.post-14614272031079770562013-11-03T06:42:00.001-08:002013-11-03T06:42:30.006-08:00Moon and Me<div>
Good night, </div>
<div>
dearest Moon..</div>
<div>
cannot I stop starring </div>
<div>
at you 'till you </div>
<div>
make me fall </div>
<div>
asleep under </div>
<div>
your light.</div>
<div>
Love you, Moon.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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a woman, a cook, a teacher, a poethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08768380172420143571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027049913384458300.post-9861126172020620172013-10-19T09:31:00.003-07:002013-10-19T09:31:40.738-07:00I wish you were hereIf you still stood<br />
and woke up<br />
from your sleeping<br />
perhaps we're<br />
not going to be<br />
like this<br />
<br />
If your hands<br />
were holding me tight<br />
and had a big spirit<br />
to fight the pain<br />
perhaps you were<br />
still here<br />
<br />
Smiling,<br />
talking,<br />
sharing,<br />
laughing,<br />
hugging,<br />
and hanging out<br />
<br />
But, He had<br />
different plan<br />
for me and you<br />
Look at me<br />
I am a tough<br />
young woman<br />
<br />
I am not sad<br />
I am fine here<br />
Like you like me<br />
you're the most<br />
beautiful woman in me<br />
the strongest one<br />
that makes me strong, Mamaa woman, a cook, a teacher, a poethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08768380172420143571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027049913384458300.post-89037134071960108892013-10-06T05:12:00.001-07:002013-10-06T05:12:06.586-07:00hidupsetiap kata<br />
setiap langkah<br />
ku tak tahu harus<br />
apa dan kenapa<br />
<br />
kekasihnya<br />
meninggalkannya<br />
tak pedulikannya<br />
pedih hati teriris<br />
<br />
"lihat langit biru"<br />
itu bisikku<br />
tatkala ia bisa cerah<br />
dan kadang ia mendung<br />
<br />
panas maupun hujan<br />
ia tetap menjalani sang rentetan<br />
awan putih setiap hari<br />
sambil menyambut terik<br />
<br />
hidup tanpa patah<br />
hati dan pedih itu seperti<br />
hidup tanpa sensasi<br />
tanpa bergantung pada Penciptaa woman, a cook, a teacher, a poethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08768380172420143571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027049913384458300.post-14732967210726943752013-08-09T22:23:00.004-07:002013-08-09T22:37:34.310-07:00abnormalcry like a baby<br />
<div>
laugh like a happy kid</div>
<div>
walk step by step</div>
<div>
in a hell </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
look what unseen</div>
<div>
feel things hard </div>
<div>
life is hard</div>
<div>
it is not mine</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
she walks </div>
<div>
they command</div>
<div>
to run</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
she learns things </div>
<div>
they said</div>
<div>
that's unnecessary </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
she breathes</div>
<div>
they ask her </div>
<div>
not to breath</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
she talk </div>
<div>
they ask</div>
<div>
to shut her mouth</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
she is adult</div>
<div>
they treat her</div>
<div>
like a little girl</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
what is she?</div>
<div>
she is a doll</div>
<div>
stupid big doll<br />
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a woman, a cook, a teacher, a poethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08768380172420143571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027049913384458300.post-16024633440009137632013-08-08T01:27:00.002-07:002013-08-08T01:27:37.592-07:00DustaDalam ucapmu kau bilang cintai aku<br />
kau menggenggam tanganku<br />
saat terakhir kita berjalan bersama<br />
<br />
Kau bilang kau mempercayaiku<br />
Kau kecup leherku<br />
dengan bibirmu yang lembut<br />
<br />
Engkau bertanya<br />
tentang masa depan kita<br />
kau berikan ku tempat 'tuk hidup bersama<br />
<br />
Juga kau bilang<br />
kalau kau mau hidup bersamaku<br />
sampai ajalku menjemput<br />
<br />
Lalu mengapakah kakanda<br />
memelukku erat sesambi dirimu<br />
menggenggam sebilah pisau di belakangku?<br />
<br />
<br />a woman, a cook, a teacher, a poethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08768380172420143571noreply@blogger.com0