From Heaven to Dust (Analogi 100 Puisi) Ke-3 Garis Belakang

Poem 3 : The Backline

When we move forward
Through the fog of our doubts
Step on our wish for the better life
It’s not like fighting the unknown, you know..
It’s just another riddle to answer our past crime
Backline intensity that has been too long forgotten
Casted out of our reach, beyond imagination
So What do we do now?
Screaming? Or act heroically against it?
No, i say just leave it be..
Don’t you see? We are the exiled one..
The backline that went blacks and hidden from history of human’s hope..
Reality is always fading, into dust or worse..
That line, the one who is always persuade us to improve, is our redemption..
Our way to reach purgatory..
The only Great that keeps “the engine”..running.. So be it..

From Heaven to Dust (Analogi 100 Puisi) Ke-2 Mimpi-mimpi

Poem 2: Dreams

When you woke up in the midst of dawn
Either with tears in your eyes or sweat on your skin…
It’s not just a particular moment..
Its dream..
Flowing through electricity in your deepest desire…
Magic scenes that only happen in most crucial weakness..
Don’t be afraid..
It’s destined..
No need to resist it..
Embrace it, as your beloved lover..
I know you do..
‘Cause when you realize the importance of it, that’s your journey to find your true identity shall ends..
Happiness is the prize..
Sounds fair enough?

From Heaven to Dust (Analogi 100 Puisi) Ke-1 Keputihan Mimpi Kita

Poem 1 : The Whiteness of Our Dream.

Once, the snow its not white
Its full with doubts and sorrow
Worry about future and how high the wall within it
Forget about the smooth and its gentle touch on earth…
Hungry for answers of its existence..
And the irony, the truth about all of it..
So did the human being…
Our dreams for greatness and happiness is have no limits.
Spread out in any corner of our hopes.
But still, we’re always forgot…
About the main reason of our own dream..
As the same of snow..
That has forgot its color..
So it turns to be white
So like the first soul of our dream, pure white..
Until our sins condemn it..
So be it..

Puisiku Tentang Anak Buangan

IBU, DI MANA DIRIMU?

By : Hary Stiawan

Terseret kaki….bertahan hidup…

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Meminta derma pada sesama

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