Cut the throat of closure
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I refuse to chase elevators
For I know that shadows cannot hold hands
I am an embarrassment to myself
My longing for organization beats me
Like a pimp and a whore
If they still exist
You see I never leave my room
But that is my doing
I am melodramatic
I leave all the time
Never will I pity myself
The removal of a person's face
Is etched into my head
Some things I wish I could unsee
But at least now I'm prepared to
Never turn my back on these motherfuckers
I adore and despise them all
There is no point in any of this
And there never will be
I want what is against the law
Values they change
I feel a mixture of nothingness
I did it again
I told you how I'm feeling
As if you give a shit
It's time to write
It's always time to write
What is my name?
Endurance is elegant in the eyes of
Keep it going
Do not stop
Rub it raw
It just needs some lotion
No it stings
Where is the fine line that divides
Rambling and conciseness?
I will never forgive you
For hosting a funeral for me
Celebrations are best when they're
Unheard and unseen
Says me or I
I'm too lazy to care for grammaticality
Fuck is my favorite word
But that is a lie
I want to talk about you
Who is this you I refer to?
Is this all there is?
What more is there?
I suppose we will find out
After we wear our pajamas.
▲. F. 🥀
The most precious thing that we can acquire is not just knowledge- but a beneficial knowledge. But what determines what beneficial knowledge is? It is that which we seek for the betterment of our hereafter feesabeelillah (for the sake of God).. And the only way that it will truly permeate is when it becomes manifest in our actions. It is not enough for us to say that we know something, but not act upon it. It always reminds me of the verse in the chapter of The Spider in the Noble Quran: "Do the people think that they will be left to say, "We believe" and they will not be tried?" For me, this is one of the most powerful verses. And it always humbles me. This life is full of toil and trying times- but it is in these moments that it is revealed to us our true natures- of things that we didn't even know about ourselves. Speaking to myself first and foremost.
aku ingin memeluk waktu, dimana kita bisa duduk bersama dan bercerita tentang segala hal yang terlewati dengan penuh rasa bahagia.
mungkin dengan secangkir kopi dan buku kesukaanmu, kita duduk di beranda melihat senja. aku akan siap menjadi pendengarmu.
tunggulah, hingga waktunya tiba.
disini aku menunggu dan mendoakanmu.
gone by in a blink
6 months goes by so fast
when do I stop?
to take time to experience life by the second
living in each moment
sadly it's not as often as I would like
all too often I end up on auto pilot
immune to my whereabouts
hoping to cruise through the crap I hate
until I reach a destination
that I think I might like
pity I don't see
checking out of my life
throughout the day
makes it harder for me
to deal adequately with reality
why do I persist with this zombie land lack of existence?
I know there is much more to life than meets the eye
it has to be seen with eyes of faith
it will actually become reality
all to often
the daily grind gets to much
I take my eyes off what I have and focus on what I'm missing
the gap between
where I am and where I want to be
becomes great when I fail to see how far I've come already
how I am more than enough presently
I have so much to be grateful for
let that gratitude rise and fill my soul
so that I may see with new eyes
the road before me
exhilarating and challenging it may be
It's mine to take and pursue with all my heart
Sesungguhnya cinta,, tlah kuendapkan laraku dalam dasar kalbu
walau seringkali mengiris sembilu
Masih kuseumpamakan ia penawar rindu
Hanya mampu tertahan bisu
tanpa pernah sampai padamu
Lantas, haruskah ku gadai rasa?
Sedang cintaku luas mengangkasa ataukah kuharus mencerai rasa,, melerai ia padahal ia tumpuan jiwa .
Special pict by @asryardan
I can feel you sleeping in my hollow bones.
Fragile like a cicada shell.
But I can't shed this skin to be new again.
I can't break free from these walls that encase me.
I want to burrow in the soil and breathe in the earth until it cleanses me.
My mother will hold me in her arms and tell me she loves me.
Don't you feel it? Don't you?
I should have convinced my grandma to talk more. I should have visited my grandfather despite my negative feelings.
I should stand up straight and fix my hair and say yes please but here I am,
Desparate, on my knees.
Running out of options to try but my eyes are far from running dry.
Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run.
Sit. Stay. Numb.