Gratiagusti Chananya Rompas

Ini
hidup
berserakan

oleh tangan sendiri

Kini
mati
berserakan

bahagia memang
tak akan
Selesai

after a grievous disturbance of the senses
she thought of fairy lights she still kept on her dying christmas tree
and the waitress tap danced with him
la veuve joyeuse a la javanaise

*this little poem was written on the back of a paper mat by iain bamforth (1st line), me (2nd line), ney (3rd line) and richard oh (4th line) at oh la la djakarta theatre on wednesday, april 2, 2008. after he wrote his line, iain folded the paper so i couldn’t see what he had written. he only hinted that i should begin with a subject. the rest of us then repeated the method. iain jotted down the word renga, just to point out that our poem was similar to the japanese form of poetry. as for the title, ney is the one to blame.

deliciousfingerprintsonmylips

created with my poetry dog tags kit (and is currently worn)

angeliceyesforthewretchedsoul

created with my poetry dog tags kit

meditateincrimsonlight

created with my poetry dog tags kit

some incubate at summer &
creep under autumn light like a murmur
winter flower surprise

created using my magnetic poetry kit

tears
bleed like
silver

under
the full moon

light
tips of forest

trees
glow

with golden
shimmer

and fireflies
are fairies

withering like
dreams

when she falls
asleep

deep
in the labyrinth

within
mist of lullabyes

word
less

*Ofelia is the central character in “Pan’s Labyrinth” (2006), played beautifully by Ivana Baquero. The film is written, produced and directed by Guillermo del Toro.

trying to form beautiful phrases amidst the roaring sounds of the moving taxi and the raindrops outside.
VROOM. VROOM.
tick. tick.
and my lips begin to chap.

i am angry.
you should’ve asked for guidance.
you are a fool.

my chapped lips begin to quiver.

the taxi stroll further to the breezy fog.
like an airplane.
but it is useless.

my quivering lips begin to tremble.

i hate you.
i don’t deserve to be like this.
getting less when i pay for more.

my trembling lips are entirely chapped.
tick. tick.
VROOM. VROOM.
failing to form beautiful phrases amidst the roaring sounds of the moving taxi and the raindrops outside.

elected as “Poem of the Day” on pathetic.org before my account got suspended :p

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