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A white ray comes through her window.
Suddenly, tears on her pillow.
Flowing, without knowing,
Exploding, without soaking.
Suddenly, tears on her pillow.
Flowing, without knowing,
Exploding, without soaking.
Brooding in the middle of the night,
Looking up with her eyesight,
Staring at the starlight,
Pointing to the moonlight,
Hearing river which flows in delight,
Noticing the sound bite,
Coming the white knight,
Being her limelight,
Realizing she’s alright,
With her own sight,
With her own right.
Looking up with her eyesight,
Staring at the starlight,
Pointing to the moonlight,
Hearing river which flows in delight,
Noticing the sound bite,
Coming the white knight,
Being her limelight,
Realizing she’s alright,
With her own sight,
With her own right.
Breathe in
Breathe out
In the humid air
With a light mist
Nice pace...
Oh, twinge in knee!
Mist feels good~
I'm running
In the cool morning
The sun is shining
Birds are chirping
Flowers are blooming
Squirrels are scurrying
Tal tap tap - My steps
13,1 Miles ~
Dug dug dug - Beats fast
Sweet smiles
My sights -
Are on the court
"TWO SHOTS!"
Woah, what amazing shots!
This is such,
Keep my mind off why I am running
I'm not realize how much,
I will end up enjoying running
Breathe out
In the humid air
With a light mist
Nice pace...
Oh, twinge in knee!
Mist feels good~
I'm running
In the cool morning
The sun is shining
Birds are chirping
Flowers are blooming
Squirrels are scurrying
Tal tap tap - My steps
13,1 Miles ~
Dug dug dug - Beats fast
Sweet smiles
My sights -
Are on the court
"TWO SHOTS!"
Woah, what amazing shots!
This is such,
Keep my mind off why I am running
I'm not realize how much,
I will end up enjoying running
When the yellow leaves suddenly fall,
Do you know why they fall?
Do you know why they leave their world?
Do you know their feeling?
Don't you know that Allah notices them?
When the sky goes blur,
Do you know why it blurs?
Do you know why it's not as happy as the blue sky?
Do you know its' feeling?
Don't you know that Allah manages them?
And when my eyes were blurred with tears,
Do you know why it happens?
Do you know every of my silence that describes another pain?
Do you know my feeling?
Verily, Allah will make me happy,
in shaa Allah.. :"))
Back with that feel
That it is real,
That i am alone here.
...
..
.
No one walks through my mind.
I feel the emptiness , the darkness blind.
No one talks to me
That this world seems to be
Rude.
...
..
.
What a quiet night,
When the wind blows my sight,
That in my vision everything is gone,
With the moonlight's bone.
...
..
.
How i feel so alone
That i am isolated in the middle of crowd
How i feel so down
That i am ...
That i am ...
That
I
Am...
What?
Ugh... this is the only thing
That always makes me feel everything
But oh, what a but!
Can't forget that, oh lust
Because it's something in my little world
And something too, in my whole world
That always plays on my mind
And riddles my brain... XD
Blah.. T.T
I often *blank* when you draw near by me
Can't say everything, but feels like a bee
Can't stare it, but heart beats too quick
Like a precious moment and a trick
LOL huh (?)
It's kinda funny
That so much words unspoken
It's kinda awkward
That so much silence between us
I'm so scared of looking at you
I'm sorry, I'm not perfect
I might not be the best, but...
there's always a reason, that's you,
And there's always a river, that flows in you...
......
《The photo is my old drawing , and so is this poem.. this is my very old poem that i wrote this when i was on 8th grade . XD 》
Say it someday
That we'll face it another day
And another way
We do the essay
That determine our new moves
Like a wind blows
Roaming, and no one knows
Roving, and may transposes
But there are always rhapsodies
That tickles our senses
And touches our hearts
Like sparkling eyes
With excitements
One Day
Happy, unhappy,
Joyful, sorrowful,
Blessed, depressed,
Are always there!
But it gives us a reason to smile today
And a hope for tomorrow
.....
《Photo taken in Cangu, Bali》
Actually this is my old poem, hehehe...
But I just want to post my poems in my blog! :D
Beach, my beloved place to begin making a poem of joy
I feel the warm air
I watch the blue water
I look at the open sky
I stand up on big stones
I smell steamy salt, shell, and sweet
I can see,
People do selfie,
People enjoy the scenery,
Children are happy,
With their building castle perfectly,
And their joining hands, with their family...
This gives me a massage of nature
Her words are soft and kind
and her gesture is rich in symbolism
That we need to attune ourselves
to the world around us to feel-
and to understand its subtle nuances
From the beach, I wonder with His creations
How small I seem to be walking
at the extremely wide beach is
and at the extremely big stones
And how I feel so alone standing amidst
the infinite expanse of the ocean
Thank you, Yaa Allah...
.......
《Photo taken in Kute beach》
Actually, this is my old poem. I posted this late. My poem was written because i felt so deep visiting beaches...
To My Respected Teacher
By : Alsy Taqiya Herasafitri (IX-B/02)
‘Teacher,’ a word that takes me back to the start,
By : Alsy Taqiya Herasafitri (IX-B/02)
‘Teacher,’ a word that takes me back to the start,
The start that being trapped undersea,
Don’t know what’s the world gonna be.
Suddenly, a kind hand comes closer to me,
Helping me to know so tenderly,
Giving me courage intently,
Smiling friendly,
Giving me clarity,
That shines like a star rainbow,
That will never die till tomorrow.
Oh my teacher, You’re my respectable figure,
Who teach me a lot knowledge for future,
Not only Math, Science, English,
But also ‘Life.’
You plant a seed that will grow,
Into a new potential, fulfil it below.
You change me and the other student’s bad habit,
We’re panicked, when we aren’t on the traffic,
"Ha! Make it dramatic, when we break the rule!”
Then you give us example,
A good attitude that we must handle,
To be humble, not despicable.
What would the world be,
If there was no teacher?
Everything would be mess, depress, with no bless.
With no knowledge, everything would be destroyed,
Inviting the world war with no peace.
So, please...
Let’s be respectable to our teacher,
Same as to our father and mother,
They aren’t monsters who gives us much order.
They are our most precious treasure.
Dear my teacher,
Your name is my aromatic flower,
That will stay in my heart forever.
Thank you so much for all that you have done.
As my respected teacher,
You’re number one! :)
