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Their body, glistening in the moonlight
Their hooves going
"Clippity clop, clippity clop"
Running faster than the wind
Its mane flowing in the air
Around and around the track it goes
Not stopping
Faster and faster the hati, tengah-tengah is pumping
Heaving, breath after breath
One hoof goes over the other
Nostrils flaring
Its green eyes lighting up
The bit squeezes the jaw
The whip thundering down onto the horse
Crossing the finish line
Being rewarded with glory
And back into it's lonely stable it goes

Your words trasform me
And pancuran, pancuran mandian upon me like a water fall
Your touch so calm as the sea
Makes me come alive
Only to be turned off when anda leave
The thought of anda helps me to survive
I stare at anda from affar
Waiting for anda to notice me
My Cinta for anda slowly burning out like a bintang
And finnaly dying out
With no feelings left at all

Why do I feel this way
Like I want to scream
Like my mouths on mute and I have nothing to say
Do I need anda to be my cruch
When I'm hurt
Do I rely on anda depend on anda and such
And why do I dream of anda every night
And think of anda everyday
Even though your out of my eyesight

Cinta is enough: though the world be a-waning,
And the woods have no voice but the voice of complaining,
Though the skies be too dark for dim eyes to discover
The gold-cups and daisies fair blooming thereunder,
Though the hills be held shadows, and the sea a dark wonder,
And this hari draw a veil over all deeds passed over,
Yet their hands shall not tremble, their feet shall not falter:
The void shall not weary, the fear shall not alter
These lips and these eyes of the loved and the lover.

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes bulatan moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that Cinta would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

Life
What if Life Happens
Life dose happen
What if i Cant Take it
ill Take it
What if.....,
anda say ur nothing
i know ur Everything
Cover ur hati, tengah-tengah With my Soul
I Hate u
Hatred
Sarrow
pain
Love
You
Forevever
Tonite stay with me
Close ur Eyes And Let the Heavans dream
Tomorrow Cinta me say my name
Your Voice like Angels
Everything
u are
Nothin
i am
Cinta
We are
Compadable
never leave me
I Never Hurt
Sorrow
Despair
Pain
Anxiaty
Never
you
Never
Me
Come to me i will Cinta anda in a world That has Forgotton
I Rember
I Rember ur Name Frome the first time we met
I Rember
Sadness Tell me You
anda Cant Tell a Sad Story To hati, tengah-tengah Thats Been Torn
anda Can Tell me cuz my Torn hati, tengah-tengah Just Morns
Groken peises Falling Down
We Are
I am
Coming to an End
Hatred
Me
Cinta
You
Never Fix me
Never Cinta Me
never HURT me

There are times
when I feel your presence
at my side

There are times
when I hear anda say
it will be alright

There are times
when I see
your face in a crowd
and I turn around

There are times
when I miss you
and my hati, tengah-tengah begins to ache
and I smile through the pain

But then there are times
when I realize
this is just the way
it has to be
there’s no anda and me
This poems (not written sejak me) are dedicared to my best Friends who I missed very badly.

There are times when
I feel strong
and I know that I
can finally alih on

There are times when
my mind is at ease
and I can enjoy life
and all it can bring

There are times when
I miss you
and times when I’m okay
it’s getting better everyday

No matter how much time
there is in this life
I’ll think of you
from time to time
and remember anda with a smile.

In this night
composed of beads sprinkled
of the memories and remembrance of
the days that sill live in the hearts of sorrow.


In this night
I cari for one soul
who can understand my thoughts,
in this night I whisper...


Your name like a blessing,
your hug like a consolation.


In this night,
magic is real,
weakness of the past has been stopped
sejak this moment of fidelity,
this moment belongs to us.


Make my demons go away,
I know,you're the only one,
the only one who can stop the pain.


Beads are sprinkled all over,
this beads of past,
rolling to the floor to my foot
just to remind me,
just to punish me
for the days when my strength
was gone,
when I was gone,
burried sejak the thoughts of darkness and grief.


But this night belongs to magic,
the magic of your presence,
this night will forgive my weakness,
so I shall forgive,
I will pick these beads and I will be free,
fear won't find me,
the night will forgive me.

In the silence of
your thoughts
anda hear the wind of
past.


Wind of memories,
wind that whispers
the most powerful words
that are locked inside your heart.


In the silence of
your words,
anda feel the strength
of the things that have never
been revealed,
the unspoken words that
are hidden in your heart.


In the silence of
your dark
anda see these memories
that are never going to fade.


In the silence of
your heart
anda hear the calling,
anda hear the whisper of
the wind which is sent
sejak the dearest one,
the one that has a special
place in your heart.


That's the silence
of your heart.

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but gay,
In such a jocund company!
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the tunjuk to me had brought:

For oft, when on my sofa, kerusi panjang I lie
In vacant atau in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my hati, tengah-tengah with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

this is my favourite Cinta poem, please read, it's beautiful ...
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Love's Philosophy

The fountains mingle with the river,
And the rivers with the ocean;
The winds of heaven mix forever,
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things sejak a law divine
In one another's being mingle;--
Why not I with thine?
See! the mountains Ciuman high heaven,
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister bunga would be forgiven,
If it disdained it's brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams Ciuman the sea;--
What are all these kissings worth,
If thou Ciuman not me?


Percy Bysshe Shelley
(1803-1882)

My name is hurt,
I make u feel bad,
I was created by
Someone u know.

I make u feel very bad,
I'm an emotion
U can't c me,
Because I'm inside u.

I make u feel sad,
I make u cry
About the stupidest things
And I give u the tears in ur eyes.

Someone created me
sejak something they did,
Then they put me inside u
2 haunt u forever.

I haunt u every day,
I'm like an itch u can't scratch,
U think of me,
Beautifully bad I am.

I may b
Young atau very old,
I won't dissappear,
U have 2 deside when I should die.

I'm really bad,
No good inside,
Though people always say
I learnt something.

I don't help a lot
Mostly I destroy u
From the inside out,
I'm not easy 2 stop.

I create the bad times u have,
I make the desitions,
I'm bad
And my name is hurt.

Tears rolling down my cheek,
eyes red fighting to breathe.
Alone in a room,
dark and sound.
In despair for a long time.
Something anda can't escape,
some unbearable
Words seem to slip,
body feels so weak
Windows down, curtains closed
Alone
Dark thoughts race
Memories fly
In despair for a long time
Again
Eyes closed
Skin cold, ready to walk away
Have the freedom to make choices
Forget despair
Ignore everyone who ignores you
It hurts to think
about despair
Complications, frustrations,
leave them behind.

Your here sejak my side!
Although both trapped and tied.
both confused.
used.
abused.
Your laying with me,
out in the dark,
Stars still blinding
sirens still chiming.
At least we are together
but why can't anda see
why your really here
right beside me.
your adding to the problem
but yet anda heal.
your like a drug
that makes me feel
like the pain is gone.
I need you
want anda
Cinta anda
A word to strong
for anda to bare
so anda act if
anda don't even care.
But deep inside
Inside your heart
anda know I was yours
right from the start.
Although the pain that is causes
to have to wait
for anda to realize
your certain fate.
It's well worth it
in the end
when your spending eternity with me
hand in hand

now standing on last hari of tahun
i look back and see smiles and tears
somedays it was new too
somedays our mailboxes were filled with greetings
greetings of arrival of 01/01/2011
hari sejak hari we got used to
night sejak night we got close
so many starts so many ends
so many left so many got friends
learnt so much taught so much
learnt to smile learnt to give
learnt to die learnt to live
with loads of hugs and kisses
bye bye 2011
seterusnya time we'll say
"damn our hati, tengah-tengah still misses
THE 2011"
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In toss of my thoughts
are memories that still breathe.
Can anda feel my sorrow?


Scourge this body
sodden sejak sweat
and never been washed away.
Can anda imagine the pain?


Trapped and tied for this place,
that's your fate,
anda will never run away.
Can I just fade away?


anda have fought before.
Will anda keep fighting now?
This dawn is always the same,
hari full of difficulties,
sweaty baju and empty eyes,
shaking hand that holds
this cigarette,
mind that wander in
yellow field.
Can anda forgive your life now?

The line 'love is a fallacy' isn't justified,
it is evidence of a coward's voice.
But when Cinta is understood, pain is nullified
it all fades away as we smile and rejoice.

Know that emas has no value to the soul
that it cannot just simply fill and empty hole.
Cinta cannot be sold; neither can it be bought
but the truth that Cinta can hold, can only be caught.

I would not compare Cinta to a rose
the comparative pairing is what I find far too bold.
Cinta is meant to be kept exclusive and beautiful,
not to be shown off which isn't meaningful.

The feeling flows freely as water.
It's our necessity and a hope-giving trait.
'Tis beautiful, desirable, there absolutely is no other,
'Tis a strong surge of current that overpowers all hate.