By Evi Manalu
only now I get to make sense of the rain,
talking similar the wind greeted
this heat is too long
far from sign of going to rain
Rain ...
did you say over there
It was me who raining you with longing
June 9, 2013
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Evi Manalu. Lives in Jakarta.
The collection of Note's from me and all of my friends... and Whoever.... That's it.....
Jun 21, 2013
rain
By Cut Dini Desita
:for H
Suddenly I swept away, all sense of soluble
And must fold the dream into your pocket
on the front porch we plan farewell
while waiting for the rainy season slowly asleep
while the rain has not yet stopped
let's stay and complete our pending poetry
June 17, 2013
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Cut Dini Desita. Lives in Banda Aceh.
:for H
Suddenly I swept away, all sense of soluble
And must fold the dream into your pocket
on the front porch we plan farewell
while waiting for the rainy season slowly asleep
while the rain has not yet stopped
let's stay and complete our pending poetry
June 17, 2013
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Cut Dini Desita. Lives in Banda Aceh.
Jun 12, 2013
Jun 3, 2013
Lost
By Sitok Srengenge
today
a wiseman
write a freedom lyrics
that he dreamed yesterday
tomorrow morning
he will sing
a freedom lyrics
that he wrote today
day after tomorrow
he wanted to paint freedom
which he sang the morning
that he wrote today
that he dreamed yesterday
The next day
he did not paint
not sing
do not write
even
not daydream
he lost
until
today
1997
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Sitok Srengenge. A poet.
today
a wiseman
write a freedom lyrics
that he dreamed yesterday
tomorrow morning
he will sing
a freedom lyrics
that he wrote today
day after tomorrow
he wanted to paint freedom
which he sang the morning
that he wrote today
that he dreamed yesterday
The next day
he did not paint
not sing
do not write
even
not daydream
he lost
until
today
1997
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Sitok Srengenge. A poet.
May 23, 2013
Morning Reading By Dew
By Wanto Tirta
morning reading by your dew
heart feels light
cool down in the booth time
sense of luminous
opening page
write love with coolness
increasingly dive
feels right
really truth
increasingly embrace
feels right lovingly
April 28, 2013
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Wanto Tirta. Lives in Central Java.
morning reading by your dew
heart feels light
cool down in the booth time
sense of luminous
opening page
write love with coolness
increasingly dive
feels right
really truth
increasingly embrace
feels right lovingly
April 28, 2013
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Wanto Tirta. Lives in Central Java.
May 16, 2013
Sketch without Ink
By Augustinus Abraham
I open the rice hood
there is a screams hungry echoed
then I closed again
I open the fridge
no demonstrators sounds tearing capitalist brands
then I closed again
I turn on the tv
there is an artists and photo model fuck by the politicians
then I turn off the tv
I went outside the home
watching the concrete muscles of the capital city arm wrestling
ignoring the inconsequential leader's speech
:then I burn another cigarette
Rawamangun, May 12, 2011
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Agustinus Abraham. Lives in Jakarta.
I open the rice hood
there is a screams hungry echoed
then I closed again
I open the fridge
no demonstrators sounds tearing capitalist brands
then I closed again
I turn on the tv
there is an artists and photo model fuck by the politicians
then I turn off the tv
I went outside the home
watching the concrete muscles of the capital city arm wrestling
ignoring the inconsequential leader's speech
:then I burn another cigarette
Rawamangun, May 12, 2011
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Agustinus Abraham. Lives in Jakarta.
May 9, 2013
Kala Bendu
By Regi Sastra Sena
In this country...
On dry land, a bird pecked the rocks
Turns up to be fired
In this country...
On dry land, a fish swimming in the sand
Until sahara into ocean
Denpasar, May 1, 2013
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Regi Sastra Sena. Lives in Denpasar.
In this country...
On dry land, a bird pecked the rocks
Turns up to be fired
In this country...
On dry land, a fish swimming in the sand
Until sahara into ocean
Denpasar, May 1, 2013
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Regi Sastra Sena. Lives in Denpasar.
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