Act like you're not
okay when anda are and
that anda are when you're
not. Run barefoot in
the snow. Stand out
in the rain for an hour
and think about anything
and everything anda can.
Fall in Cinta with
riddles and things that
aren't real and the
way some stars
shine. Cry when
anda realize that life is
just one big sham and write
one hundred cliché poems
about it, and then write one
that anda actually mean.
Use profanity. Be the
one fucking introvert
in a room full of
extroverts and scream
shit just for the fun of
it. menelan every goddamn
metaphor anda ever dreamed
of and write them down
with your own blood.
Eulogize your own
misery. Put a crown on
it and let it rule your
hati, tengah-tengah for six years before
anda throw a coup d'etat
but just end up with
your head in a basket.
Ask yourself why
anda feel so
empty and when
anda forgot how to
laugh and where you
last left your smile and
who anda even really are
anymore. Mean every word.
Don't cry at funerals. Cry
yourself to sleep every
other night for the
way anda never felt right;
for the inescapable process
of growing up and how
anda don't think you'll
ever be loved enough
to feel whole again. Forget
it all the seterusnya day.
Write it down. Write how
anda don't know if you
believe in God and the
way no one ever understands
anda and what it feels like
to be alone in the middle of
a crowd. Write it down and
then stand back and look
at yourself in the mirror one
last time and then
pretend you're a writer.
okay when anda are and
that anda are when you're
not. Run barefoot in
the snow. Stand out
in the rain for an hour
and think about anything
and everything anda can.
Fall in Cinta with
riddles and things that
aren't real and the
way some stars
shine. Cry when
anda realize that life is
just one big sham and write
one hundred cliché poems
about it, and then write one
that anda actually mean.
Use profanity. Be the
one fucking introvert
in a room full of
extroverts and scream
shit just for the fun of
it. menelan every goddamn
metaphor anda ever dreamed
of and write them down
with your own blood.
Eulogize your own
misery. Put a crown on
it and let it rule your
hati, tengah-tengah for six years before
anda throw a coup d'etat
but just end up with
your head in a basket.
Ask yourself why
anda feel so
empty and when
anda forgot how to
laugh and where you
last left your smile and
who anda even really are
anymore. Mean every word.
Don't cry at funerals. Cry
yourself to sleep every
other night for the
way anda never felt right;
for the inescapable process
of growing up and how
anda don't think you'll
ever be loved enough
to feel whole again. Forget
it all the seterusnya day.
Write it down. Write how
anda don't know if you
believe in God and the
way no one ever understands
anda and what it feels like
to be alone in the middle of
a crowd. Write it down and
then stand back and look
at yourself in the mirror one
last time and then
pretend you're a writer.
It’s the color of you
anda always wore it
It’s the color we shared
As we hid from them
With it we showed our true selves,
Though no one cared
Our orange book bags
Were our shields from some of the pain
We protected each other
But it wasn’t enough
We were like two orange crayons
When everyone else was green
Then anda left me alone,
All I had was our color orange
As they hit me
I took peace in knowing
anda were in the orange field in the sky
anda always berkata was there.
The orange of the sun set
Is your smile
Even though anda left too soon
Orange…
Now it’s my color
My way of remembering you
Now I am the lone orange in the rainbow
Without anda here
I protect my own
Though I wish anda were here
Now orange is my color
A color for your bravery
A color for my survival
orange will forever be our color
Even though death took anda away
Forever orange for you,
Sweet Cassidy.
anda always wore it
It’s the color we shared
As we hid from them
With it we showed our true selves,
Though no one cared
Our orange book bags
Were our shields from some of the pain
We protected each other
But it wasn’t enough
We were like two orange crayons
When everyone else was green
Then anda left me alone,
All I had was our color orange
As they hit me
I took peace in knowing
anda were in the orange field in the sky
anda always berkata was there.
The orange of the sun set
Is your smile
Even though anda left too soon
Orange…
Now it’s my color
My way of remembering you
Now I am the lone orange in the rainbow
Without anda here
I protect my own
Though I wish anda were here
Now orange is my color
A color for your bravery
A color for my survival
orange will forever be our color
Even though death took anda away
Forever orange for you,
Sweet Cassidy.
Violently, the ground shook,
As the mountain exhaled black smoke.
Overwhelmed, they ran for cover,
Those left began to choke.
Cherished, were the possessions left behind,
Melted and scattered as ash.
Beloved, the children lost,
They couldn’t make a pantas, swift dash.
Darkened, the cloudy heavens above,
Black clouds fell from the sky.
Covered, the people escaping,
With no way out they began to die.
Lost, the souls of the trapped,
A snatched half-chance at life.
Fallen is Pompeii;
Civilisation, Cinta and it’s people’s cries.
As the mountain exhaled black smoke.
Overwhelmed, they ran for cover,
Those left began to choke.
Cherished, were the possessions left behind,
Melted and scattered as ash.
Beloved, the children lost,
They couldn’t make a pantas, swift dash.
Darkened, the cloudy heavens above,
Black clouds fell from the sky.
Covered, the people escaping,
With no way out they began to die.
Lost, the souls of the trapped,
A snatched half-chance at life.
Fallen is Pompeii;
Civilisation, Cinta and it’s people’s cries.