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
Dalam simbah keringat darah di antara tangis
Duri duri yang membelah sekat kulit dan mata
Dan di tanganku tertanam matanya
Di kakiku tertembus paku-paku
Magisku dan magismu
menjadi pusaran ombak di langit-langit dan membelah lidah api yang termimpikan malam itu
Darah di mahkota duri
Datang saat langit membelah gurun dan bintang utara
Abu Dhabi, 19 Sept 2007 11:46 p.m.
Labels: puisi
posted by oengoemeloeloe at 3:47 AM
I'm a fountain of blood in a shape of a girl. My life is a poetry and my world is writing.
4 Comments:
oh thera.... mengagumkan.
Eloi, Eloi, lama shabachtani?
in nomine padre, fili et spiritus sancti.
keren banget...aku suka say...muach...p0p
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