• 2 Minutes Read,  Poetry

    Sedih, Kecewa, atau Depresi?

    Untuk kamu yang sedang berjuang, melawan dirimu sendiri Untuk kamu di luar sana, yang sedang bersembunyi Untuk kamu yang menahan rasa sakit, luka, atau entah pikiran siapa yang merasuki batin, membuatmu terus berpikir Bukalah matamu, Sekali ini saja! Hey, masih ada bekas air mata di pipimu Hey, kulitmu sangat kering Hey, sampah-sampah berserakan di kamar kamu Hey, pemberitahuan di ponsel kamu sudah menumpuk Tidak, tidak. Aku tidak menyuruhmu untuk minum, makan, mandi atau terapi Untuk meninggalkan kasurmu saja itu suatu hal yang memberatkan Bahkan bangun di pagi hari pun jadi sebuah penyesalan Aku tidak akan menyebutmu pemalas Aku tidak seperti mereka Mereka yang memberikanmu saran praktis, yang tidak pernah mengubah…

  • Opinion,  Poetry

    Farmer.

    [Growing up on a farm] We learn patience – Before we get what we want, the chores must be done or the dinner is late. We learn where food comes from – First hand we raise and grow the food that ‘we and the world’ will be eating or benefit from. We learn to respect the land – After all it’s our family’s livelihood. We learn to toughen up – Get dirty, get greasy, and get going (it’s the only way to get the job done). We learn about the weather – When Mother Nature does what we need that is good, otherwise we have to adapt. We learn to…

  • My Story,  Poetry

    Confession.

    I just want you to know that, I love sunrise. I love when the sun comes up every morning. But I dont know where. Each place is somewhere different. It’s hard to find east when I keep moving around. And this is life I was dealt. Do you think I’m a strong woman and just struggle for achievements? Prestige? I’m not society, i’m not everybody. If I showed my true colors, what would society think? Would they laugh, show pity, or read the ink? Im exhausted from smiling every single day when I know I have the pain that won’t just go away. This is war. I either win, Or…

  • My Story,  Poetry

    I’M VERY GENIUS, AND VERY MESS UP

    Creativity vs Sadness Hypersexuality vs Paranoia Yes, I have Bipolar Disorder. Yes, I make poor choices when I am manic and I don’t think about the consequences. When I finally return to reality, I understand I need to take responsibilities to clean up my own messes. I do the best I can and sometimes, it’s just not good enough. Why do the people who love me think I do these things on purpose? How can they deny my illness after so many years of watching me battle all the extreme highs and lows. Why do they prefer to constantly remind me that I fucked up again? Don’t they realize I…