Antidote. By Sinta Kusumawardhani

"...The poison had run through my vein But I know what I'm doin' This is my cure, antidote Pouring unspoken fury into a poet Which may sound like casting a spell For one to return or fall." Across the sad years, we become more and more acquainted with heartbreak. They come in the form of losses, isolation, and self-ha...

Spoken Poetry

These are some poems of my own. They are about all different things. Some of them can be a little upsetting for younger readers.