Poetry: Cherry Blossom Tree

Howdy!

So, you were intrigued by the cliche title of this poem or what that you got trapped in this page? Lol... please pardon my lame joke.

Well, the inspiration to write this piece came from one Sunday afternoon when I looked outside my bedroom window and my eyes caught some leaves (not the cherry blossom ones, certainly. They were just some mango tree leaves) fell down. And I just read an article about Cherry Blossom started to bloom in Canada the night before so I thought it would be cool to write one about it. 

As usual I submitted this poem to GR in attempt to join the January 2015 Goodreads Newsletter contest (and as usual not chosen awesomely but I'm happy anyway). So far, I think this poem is my best favorite because I actually can picture the scene in my head while writing this and it's so so sweet and brings comforts into my mind <3

Cherry blossom tree in summer;

All its leaves has left the branches

You wither, sweaty under the sun

I put umbrella sheltering you, one

And two is your smile

Creating a roof as you kiss me once,

Kiss me again, deeply in our mind

Cherry blossom tree on spring;

When the leaves start to bloom

We sit fixedly on its root

Big flowers-small flowers looming over us two

Wiggling eyebrows and toes

You lean on its trunk as you lead me to lull

Cherry blossom tree on autumn;

As its leaves fall on due

We lie down without a roof

Arms open crisscrossing our back

Holding on childish promise in salute

You’ll fight the beast, I’ll fight with you

Cherry blossom tree on winter;

Snow-covered leaves hanging on each tip

I shiver from wind, I shudder of chill

You wrap a quilt,

Around my back and stop under my chin

Transferring heat without a sin

Spoiling me into a dream

Cherry blossom tree with no leaf,

Or blooms or falls or dithers, all in cycle

Leave its body carve-less

‘Cause by hurting comes no good memories

But embrace the body we do

Right fingers to your lefts

Left fingers to my rights

So nothing can stand between us

Except the sweet cherry blossom tree

© 2015

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Poetry: Friends We Are (not)

Hello!

I recently joined this cool group on Goodreads called ¡ POETRY ! 

I was mesmerized by the awesome poets there and wanted to join/ruin the awesomeness with my crappy poem (okay, just laugh people, it's fine). I was tempted to submit my poem for December 2014 Goodreads newsletter (this is my second attempt) so I rummaged my old notebooks and found this poem I wrote back then when I was still in high school. I wrote them on bahasa so I translated them and made a change or two to some lines to make it 'shinier' lol...

Two wet eyeballs

Red pupils surrounded by black

He cries weakly, eyes to the sun

In silent I stay

Trying hard to grab him tight

But the sun’s shimmering down

Fast… fast like a light

No words sound fine

But I settle with one

Sorry, I’m sorry deeply

I give you my back when you ask my face, sorry

I leave you my scar when you ask a smile, I’m sorry

I toss you the candle when you ask for warm light, sorry

I take a step away when all you ask is for me to stay, I’m really sorry

It against my will, but

Why you let me anyway

When you stab my back, while I fight your reaper

When you dig my wound, while I call the clown

When you set me afire, while I fumble with lighter

When you proudly sing me elegy, while I hide to wail

That’s you

The more you push me, the meaner you make me

The meaner you got me,

That’s when we graft us with evils dressed like saints

Isn’t this what we want?

Let me be on my way,

I let you go through your way

Until the sun once again rises up

Until we harmonize in sweet rhyme

That we still want a label ‘friend’ each on our minds 

© 2014

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Poetry: Time

So, I was inspired to write this poetry by the latest post of my idol Wuyifan on his instagram. It's been a while since he last updated his account so I was kind of hysterical when I first saw it. He only said one word: 'time' and it was enough to drive me insane because.. HELLO? It's been centuries since we, the meigeni, heard about him and here he is only saying one word on his comeback. I then decided to write a poem about it. Well, at last knowing he's not leaving his instagram account (which would definitely making us Int'l fans freak out and clueless) is enough to make me happy. And he's so cool in that photo so he's forgiven anyway <3

As you chose your way

I think you wanted to be away

Along with you, my all hopes and dreams, drifted away

I was praying to God you’d come back someday

I was on my knees crying and murmuring

your name on display

All I could think of was you don’t appear at day

Nor night whenever I did my pray

I could only blame time in this play

I was not ready when you were all brave and challenged

I just hoped you don’t leave but then again, who am I to command?

Again, in time I put the sharp blame

I kissed the air in order to breathe your scent

I was all fire and in a total upset

But again, this is you on set

I breathed in, I have fallen for you I swear 

And again, blaming time felt so fine

I have waited for you

Still waiting, my heart’s crew

My purest little dew

Time, all the blames, that’s your due

But then it all happened so suddenly

You came back, sounded so softly

Smiled heartily

Oh boy, I miss you and it’s a lofty

You said ‘Time’

What’s with time?

It’s on the blame, right?

'No', your voice was strong

I pursed my lips, baby you’re wrong

'No', again you said, 'time wasn't on the blame, isn't and won't be'

‘Time was hard, but it moved forward and dragged me along to fight and see’

‘Time led me to another realization, that things that we were, are never always the things we later will be’

‘Time broke us apart for a moment, only to let us meet again in a much better shape’

'I did leave, but not leaving you'

‘I just need my time to bend and all prepared for you’

‘Time heals, remember?’

‘It did, that’s why I’m here now’

‘To witness your every brave moves, to reply all your sweet I-love-yous, to appreciate all the ever so pretty twinkling stars, my every you’

I put a hand on top of my lung,

it’s pounding fast and you know why.

I’m sorry. Time it is.

Time heals, even to my liver.

I inhale your smell and eyes set to your eyes, flicker.

Indeed, this is the man I love for forever.

© 2014

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