Love

By Fanny Jonathans Poyk

Love the dice that hit flush on the cheek
ran for a figure in the pseudo shadows
Love is the story structured in vague instinct about you and me
He followed the trail since the end of the previous period
Love still flushed, moaning pitifully in every niche memory
Love is the memories of past and present are often biased
in seconds stomping
Love is a fragility to always remember that no definite
Love... he pounced and poked through all wishful

September 2, 2012
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Fanny Jonathans Poyk. Lives in Jakarta.

Waiting

By Jufry Suak

A story is created tonight.
There are no words.
just touch
and thousands of memories shaking
touched your heart longs but helpless.
We may have a distance
that always makes our bodies ache.
But we also have hope
are always pounding on the day approached.
Oh, my love far away on the island ...!

Manado, August 21, 2012

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Jufry Suak. Lives in Manado.

Memories

By De Fear Destiny

Time may make us forget something previous days
But the least we do not want to forget the past
The day passed
Make us pass the time with a new sheet
Which then become the memories that could foster a new spirit

Memories are memories
Sweet memories too beautiful to be remembered
Bitter memories too hard to forget
Bitter and sweet memories That's a lesson

If yesterday was a memorable
So today is the challenge
And if tomorrow is a hope
Of course the day after a victory that got

July 24, 2012
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De Fear Destiny. From Blitar, East Java. Active in fb group Lingkar Puisi & Prosa Bhinneka.

Ode to Sunset

By Dalasari Pera

twilight none other than the closet, its contents form a pile of taste and memories of the folded so neatly. occasionally open it then open it also folds, sometimes worn on the body and then fold it back. also occasionally make it just looked blank and izrael for our scripts.

at other times, dusk to table the busiest ever find. thousands of appointments lined up there, the stories accumulate mutual joys and sorrows. childhood fairy tales were leaping into the chest when the drizzle became the most expensive toys that go with you. legend or romance that spilled from the poet arrays when the occasional rainbow arched like a hug.

Belawa, Makassar, February 11 2011
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Dalasari Pera. Often write poetry, especially in the social network site, facebook. Working in the Education Office, Makassar.

Alienation

By Ira Ginda

is the understanding of autism, to find and understand, how life should be addressed, although more time can not stop stealing sly, sneak up to the pores, pierced heart that no matter memories

so I'm looking for you, among the possibilities offered by the trip, because the weather will make recalcitrant pain we are ancient with an adult swing sun,

drizzle dripping, shivering like her the most fog dew, fallen leaves wake when dawn, then we enjoy the clay as a deduction restless pain of wisdom

is the nature of silent reading time I can not feel dark and light, and then blame the fact as a justification, we get drunk and crazy and perish perfect time to laugh pierced

February 16, 2011
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Ira Ginda. Active in various arts events, his works are scattered in the social networking site. Living in Cikarang.