I will always be the virgin-prostitute, the perverse angel, the two-faced sinister and saintly woman ... Life is not rational; it is just mad and full of pain. Do not seek the because - in love there is no because, no reason, no explanation, no solutions. You are a sexual angel, but you're an angel just the same. You are a narcissist. That is the raison d'etre of the journal. Journal writing is a disease. But it's all right. It's very interesting. - Anais Nin
Sepotong perih
Kukemas dalam sedih
Oh tatkala buana
Mengusik pujangga
Kau geliat dalam hangat
Kenyamanan lapisan jiwa
Banyakngkan waktu tak pernah berjalan
Dalam alasan luka mimpimu
Sejenak geliat
Mencabik rahim sang bunda
Oh setitik air mata
Untuk liang pusaka
Janganlah kau hidup
Karena sesaat lagi dunia akan tenggelam
Rasakan hangat plasenta
Nyamannya lapisan jiwa
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posted by oengoemeloeloe at 1:33 AM
I'm a fountain of blood in a shape of a girl. My life is a poetry and my world is writing.
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