AzuranZala

Konon, orang yang sedang jatuh cinta akan berubah menjadi penyair ulung.
          
          Bahkan tumpukan daun kering terlihat serupa emas.
          Membuatnya bersyair tentang seisi bumi yang berkilauan
          Bagaikan tak tersisa sedikit pun kesedihan di hidupnya
          
          
          Tapi, ketika melihatmu, aku bahkan tak bisa berkata apa pun. Menulis apa pun. Aku diam... aku bisu....
          
          Aku hanya bisa memandangmu.
          Kau yang begitu indah, berdiri di antara pasir putih dan buih ombak.
          Tertawa, menyobek satu per satu lembar kelam di hidupku.
          
          Binar di permata yang berwujud matamu,
          Serta matahari rona tembaga, menyinari rambutmu yang beraroma madu...
          Juga dekik mungil di pipimu...
          Aku bahkan tak bisa menulis tentang itu...
          
          Kau begitu indah...
          Bahkan terlalu indah untuk diungkapkan oleh bahasa jelataku.
          
          
          -Till we meet again on Autumn-

Banyuwangi :)
          
          Terima kasih telah menjadi tempat kelahirannya. Terima kasih karena telah memberinya kenangan indah selama hidupnya. Terima kasih telah menjadi tempatnya untuk pulang.
          
          Sekarang dia akan selalu bersamaku. Aku akan menjaganya, seperti kau menjaga setiap kenangannya di antara pepohonan dan debur ombak.
          
          Kelak aku akan membawanya pulang. Bersama, kembali menikmati matahari tenggelam di Marina, atau mengukir namaku, juga namanya, di pepohonan Alas Purwo.

I left notes in random places, hoping that you would stumble across them. I carved our names in trees, and then prayed it would jog your memory. I whispered your name in the wind, hoping somehow, maybe some way, my voice would reach you, but it didn’t, and I died. I died early. I died young with breadcrumbs in my hand, so they buried me and when they buried me, they put these coins over my eyes, and I used them as bus fare to get back to Earth, just so I can look for you.
          - Rudy Francisco

To love grandly
          To mean it when I say
          you bring parts of me 
          back from the dead. 
          To start over again. 
          To bring back the crowns,
          the kingdoms undone 
          by someone else’s leaving.
          To stop crying in the shower.
          What I mean is,
          I am tired of love 
          being an airplane ride away. 
          The post card in the mail that says,
          "wish you were here."
          The message in a bottle 
          that finds the wrong shoreline. 
          You’re the map I finally read right. 
          You’re what it feels 
          like to become 
          un-lost.
          Everyone else is a train I missed
          or an elevator closing too soon.
          What I mean is,
          you’re the only person 
          I’ve loved on purpose.
          You’re the only poem 
          it didn’t hurt to remember.

One day
          When someone say they love me
          I'll tell them to sit down 
          Not beside me. 
          But here: a bit closer.
          "Open your eyes wide open
          Trace every scars on my face
          Every frown on my gloomy smile 
          Every I don't know circling around inside the brain that you thought filled with knowledge 
          and philosophical questions 
          Every ghost that's now 
          haunting my hollow ribcage, 
          I'm a burial ground 
          for a disastrous past"
          
          My dear, I've met people like you, 
          insist to barge into my fortress 
          just to leave the door wide open 
          and overflowing with pain 
          Read every curse in poems 
          that you once thought were divine
          
          I'll spill every flaws in me like a river 
          flowing over the room, 
          they might drown you
          When someone told me 
          that I'm their universe 
          I'll smile, not because I want them 
          to revolve around me
          But because I know they must have forgotten 
          that the universe filled 
          with dark matters 
          that no one else could see
          
          

Salam kenal kak!! Boleh minta follback nya??

Your name smiles at me from a crumpled envelope, addressed to the past. Unsent and unseen. Inside I wrote you a story about the moon, how night after night the darkness carved at the pale curve of her body until she became half the woman she was.
          
          
          There is a word that hurts my heart—one I don’t ever say out loud. Like the shadow that lingers in the light, I can’t separate myself from your memory. But there are some nights when I look up at the sky, and the moon is whole again.
          
          Lang Leav

Wujudkan imajinasi tentang pairing Hinata-Centric kesayangan kamu dengan ikut commission ini.
          
          Ditulis oleh @Kimonoz yang sudah pasti berkualitas, kamu bisa mencurahkan semua imajinasi kamu dan dia akan menuangkannya dalam sebuah tulisan yang ciamik.
          
          Untuk lebih jelasnya, silakan klik tautan di bawah. :)
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/164254758

Kamu datang cuma buat nyuruh aku hapus satu cerita tentang kamu?
          
          Tidak akan, tidak akan. :)

Sometimes you need to scorch everything to the ground, and start over. After the burning the soil is richer, and new things can grow. People are like that, too. They start over. They find a way.
          -Celeste Ng-