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The Broken Pieces by Hans Azlan
Shaking,
As you see it scattering all around,
You pick the broken pieces,
Piece by piece,
You treasure them,
As if it is still a whole.
People say,
Certain things are meant to be broken,
But you are not them,
And here you are,
Holding the pieces.
The belief you have,
The passion you got,
The courage you build,
The efforts you show,
Those are the tools you need,
To make them as one back.
That is how you mend,
The broken pieces of your hope.
I have no hands by Old Child
I have no hands,
My mind is fingerless,
My heart is handless,
No cure for this disability,
To glue these pieces together,
My tongue has lisp it seems,
Although it can utter just alright,
Must have been a mistake,
As people don’t seem to hear them well,
Can’t hear the swollen urgency in my mouth,
The longing bubbling up at the back of my throat,
The suppressed need to reach out for them,
And wrap my thoughts around,
So they could just see how badly,
I want them to see of how I can be good.
Other people’s bodies seem to have hands of their own,
Grabbing others’ and holding tight,
Fingers lacing together,
Unspoken promises and vows of friendship,
People everywhere seem to be holding hands around me,
With their words,
With their eyes,
With their brain,
Yet I can’t seem to grab a hand,
For I have none of my own to do so.
Is It Enough? by Hans Azlan
You look at her,
You look at him,
You look at them,
You look at yourself,
Here we go again,
A non-stop comparison.
Are you happy?
Living your life by treating others as your mirror?
Seeing yourself as a copycat of other people?
Drowning yourself in a life that you don’t belong to?
Are you ‘you’?
Keep searching of what they have,
Keep searching of what you don’t have,
You will never feel enough by doing so,
Because there are things which aren’t for us,
Because there are things you want will be ruining you.
Flowers Addict by Hemlocks
Laces, lilacs and ash grey,
Never had it found its own pathway,
Lending plastic memories to cherish,
Even lovely souls to embrace,
Souls of those she won’t forget,
Nor had she ever met.
Keeping her mind taunted,
With its presence lingering besides,
Somehow never felt haunted,
Knowing she’ll never left untied.
Hush, just listen to the thrush,
Along the thick reddish pulses,
White lilies and Adam’s needles turned blood,
Vows by vows has been casted,
Harmonic melody in her slumber deep,
Violin with strings caressed the bows,
Humming quietly, her very own lullaby,
Butterflies and pixies fluttering around,
With sweet alyssums knotted to her hair,
Aren’t they becoming a living hell yet?
My oh my, sweetheart,
Those black coal eyes cannot be fixed,
Sinking in adoration and roses,
Is indeed intensely dangerous,
Tomorrow will be beautiful and charming,
Can’t she yet see the infernal train coming?
Pale and petty, scars all over,
All but alone.
Time flutters quietly,
Day after day, years before tears,
Crawling and sucking the sanity of hers,
Thirsting for the sweet fragrance to breathe in,
Fogged up the walls in between,
As drugs, tequila and wine,
Leaving her suffocated behind,
Gasping for air like no more.
Running like a little toddler,
Heart embracing like a soldier,
Where lies are shielded with fairy tales,
Where happily ever after exists,
There, nobody ever called it an idiocy,
Beautiful insanity was it named of.
Hoping to be found is hopeless,
She finally looks through the glasses,
Reassemble the puzzle pieces was mad,
Hurt, betrayed and turned to shreds,
Screaming why oh why,
Would she die?
When she finally be nothing but unchain,
Unchain but nothing else.
Darling,
It was unintended,
Whatever an apology can fix,
Surely isn’t her plastered heart,
There it goes her perfect Wonderland,
Shattered with dust,
Blown by the rough wind,
Could it bleed to death?
She better hope not.
Olive, barberry and crimson,
And there it is, all pretty but innocent.
Ironic by Rosquilla
When you see a trash can for papers
but you see a bunch plastic trash inside.
When your parents bring some food home,
but you're having your 'puasa ganti'.
It's like getting good wifi connection,
but YouTube, Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram are blocked.
It's like keeping a secret, but you tell it to the whole world.
When you use whitening cream, but you're getting darker instead.
When you see a hot guy but he's gay.
It's like waking up early for a morning class, but the class is cancelled.
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