it once got stuck
under the heavy rain

long pause
soaking wet
overflowing-
tears.

i thought there is no coming back
i thought there won't be-
another clear sky.

i hate the weather,
it reminds me of how weak myself is.

cold skin,
cold feet,
cold hearted me.

if only,
i could shut the door before i considered to let you in.

you were in,
grasping my whole world,
altering my ego,
ruin and rising-
just like my favorite poet wrote our way.

i wanna cage you,
or i wanna bury you.
else, i wanna kept you.
caressing you with all the tenderness I had.
but it was all empty.

i hope someone might wake me up.
this is bad dream, I suppose.
ironic, isn't it?
you're the best thing I ever had, but you only live in my bad dream.

our love stripped us away.
i was stripped,
till i was naked, left with nothing.

i'm starring at the wet roads.
fuck my bad dreams.
i want you in my reality.

i decide to stand.
preparing my steps.
for next journey.
where there is no going back.

my wheels are turning
now.


Novita Ratna Wulandari

"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"


Slyvia Plath - 1953

Each day we cross 
the bridges of uncertainty 
never knowing what 
we might meet when we get there, 
but we cross them just the same 
as life must go on. 
The bridges of uncertainty 
lie everywhere in our path 
from our first steps in the morning 
to our last steps at night. 
We walk our lonely miles 
never knowing what we might find 
or what our life will bring. 
Sometimes we find love and happiness, 
sometimes its tragedy and misery 
that befall us there. 
Sometimes it is sunshine in the rain; 
they are all there in life’s elusive game 
on the other side of the bridges of uncertainty.


David Harris