hujanhujan ini membisukan.hujan
tidak ingin ku bertutur, mahupun berbisik.
ku perhatikan renyaian awan.
jejari langit jatuh ke bumi.
hujan ini mendiamkan.
ku diam.
this rain silences me,
i do not wish to speak, nor to whisper. i watch the hurriedly disintegrating clouds, the sky gently probing the earth. this rain quietens. and i am without sound.
next to the forestWe’re in a rather Dangerous Precarious situationnext to the forest
Aren’t we?
Your cocky, sly smile Following my eye-line And dipping with the Slanting of my
Head
In a rather
Disarming Beguilingly honest situation
My curiosity meets
You With glee
There is nothing more enchanting than a woman
Who is at last
Aware of her simple charms
That her laugh frees her That her fingers hold
Insanity in their half-relenting clutch
That her shoulders reveal a need to stretch Out into you and every
gauzemy cracked screen makes me feel like my laptop is coolgauze
my laptop has panache my laptop is so without care neglect i have neglected material wealth
empty diluted waves of bliss distintegrating into the foam and fizz of adulthood i am so raw and sore
from being numb and brave
raw and sore raw and more more of your flesh on me piercing through the filmy net of what i thought was innocence the emptiness that does not ache the feeling that does not reach
oh feelings feelings feelings
leave me to dwell on feelings &nbs
butteri complicate, like adding liquid food colouring to butter. hoping it won't mottle but it slurrily snakes around the fatty globules making me shudder.butter
a concentrate- paste would smoothen things out, intensely lifting the mellow yellow into crimson mauve.
but an attention span would be more than what you or I could devote to this here endeavour, unfortunately-kinda, you know what i mean?
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Call a friend, Call Janchux!!!
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Cptn. JS: [empties bottle of rum] Why is the rum always gone?
Cptn. JS: [stands up and staggers drunkenly] Oh... that's why.
Clocks
Chronic
Stop me
later i will publish in my favorite artist list, okei?
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Call a friend, Call Janchux!!!
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Cptn. JS: [empties bottle of rum] Why is the rum always gone?
Cptn. JS: [stands up and staggers drunkenly] Oh... that's why.
I like Drive and Stop Me.
There's much to be debated in the intricate lines. There's the pained cynicism, the building cut-off anticipation that for some reason works very well within the poems. There's an indelible sense of hope in the poet within, It grabs me eventhough I know I've yet to read enough of your poetry.
There's a nascent sense of resolve in your endings, abrupt they are but a resounding sigh of relief sounds.
I also like the fabric metaphor in Stop Me.
If you'd allow comments I wouldn't have to go on rambling incoherently like this.
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visit the blog! [link]
How dare you sit and write when you have not stood up to live?-Thoreau-
Calling them lyrics or poetry isn't a thing I would agree with.
nice to know you like my stuff.
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That time was like never, and like always.
So we go there, where nothing is waiting;
we find everything waiting there.
- Pablo Neruda
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i like ice cream
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