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  • sweet_reminiscence 106w

    It's not the scars that you hide for years,
    But the change that has played its part
    To heal your wounded heart.

    It's not the door that you lock,
    But the air that's running through an open window
    To set yourself free from sorrow.

    It looks like the joys and griefs of our lives,
    Come briefly with the thieves inside your brain.
    Or a rustle of leaves on the first day of spring,
    Makes you wish to had a time machine.

    You said it's as cruel as the girl whose sister is a famous poet,
    The girl you met in the downtown, where you played her as fool and pledged her nothing,
    While she gave you a fistful of hope and tears:
    Cause that's all she had.

    And you got it wrong.
    For falling faster than the Falco, but fleeing from the fight.
    Thought, that's how you face the reality,
    Yet, that's how you lost the girl.

    Dear,
    There's always a reminder to be grateful:
    And that's the true antique.


    #Mirakee #Poetry #Antique #June2020 #Dan #Pisces

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    The True Antique

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  • sweet_reminiscence 107w

    Have She Told You?

    Have she told you she's fine?
    She just wanted to sing her favorite song.
    Have she told you she's good?
    She just had enough sleep.
    Have she told you she's alright?
    She just enjoyed her afternoon trip, and the music, and the sky.

    Not yet?

    Let me tell you this
    The things she's dying to tell you:

    That she misses you,
    Just as much as you wanted to kill her happiness.

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  • sweet_reminiscence 107w

    I am a nephophile girl
    I wonder if you'll ever think of me as you looked at the sky; will you even recall my name as you saw the clouds?
    I hear a voice inside my head saying, "I might never be your cup of tea."
    I see a sweet expectation, beyond this dark imagination.
    I want that Pisces man!
    I am a nephopile girl.

    I pretend to be as high as cirrus, when you tell me you love me. Then I could be a big, black, cumulonimbus when you forsake me.
    I feel fine for whoever I am, good for whatever that comes to me, but I can't pretend that I've lost you.
    I touch the daydream just to see your face.
    I worry if the stranger gets your silhouette.
    I cry for this delusional depression all the time,
    I am a nephophile girl.

    I understand that these words may mean nothing now, as I watched the rain on the ground.
    I say that time will heal the broken heart, but when will I get mine?
    I dream of you with the ache that keeps breaking my faith.
    I try to let it all go, just like the clouds: they'll always move.
    I hope you'll be a ray of sunshine for me, but you choose to be a winter storm.
    I am a nephophile girl.

    #Mirakee #June #Clouds #2020 #IAmPoem #PoetryofToday #Nephophile

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    I Am a Nephophile Girl

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  • sweet_reminiscence 107w

    I Am a Nephophile Girl

    I understand that these words may mean nothing now, as I watched the rain on the ground.
    I say that time will heal the broken heart, but when will I get mine?
    I dream of you with the ache that keeps breaking my faith.
    I try to let it all go, just like the clouds: they'll always move.
    I hope you'll be a ray of sunshine for me, but you choose to be a winter storm.
    I am a nephophile girl.

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  • sweet_reminiscence 107w

    I Am a Nephophile Girl

    I pretend to be as high as cirrus, when you tell me you love me. Then I could be a big, black, cumulonimbus when you forsake me.
    I feel fine for whoever I am, good for whatever that comes to me, but I can't pretend that I've lost you.
    I touch the daydream just to see your face.
    I worry if the stranger gets your silhouette.
    I cry for this delusional depression all the time,
    I am a nephophile girl.

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  • sweet_reminiscence 107w

    I Am a Nephophile Girl

    I am a nephophile girl
    I wonder if you'll ever think of me as you looked at the sky; will you even recall my name as you saw the clouds?
    I hear a voice inside my head saying, "I might never be your cup of tea."
    I see a sweet expectation, beyond this dark imagination.
    I want that Pisces man,
    I am a nephopile girl.

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  • sweet_reminiscence 108w

    Masih Tentangku/Kamu

    Berapa lama lagi? Aku bertanya tentang asa dan rasa yang selama ini terpendam. Dan entah sampai kapan mereka akan sampai padamu. Sosok pemilik rasa dan asa ini.

    Kauanggap aku ini anak kecil. Selalu ingin dimengerti, dicari, dan disayang. Bagimu aku tak ayal remaja yang baru saja jatuh cinta.

    Nyatanya, aku jauh lebih tegar darimu. Hati ini hanya tertuju padamu. Satu-satunya pria yang takkan pernah mengerti.

    Sayang, ada beragam nama yang sempat mampir, mencoba mengambil alih, kalau saja sang Nona memberikan hatinya dengan cuma-cuma.

    Sayang, aku ini jauh lebih berhati-hati. Tak selamanya harus memakai hati, namun menjadi pemerhati sekiranya cukup 'tuk menjelaskan segalanya.

    Segala hal yang belum tentu dapat kausadari.

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  • sweet_reminiscence 108w

    Nothing

    I wish you were nothing,
    but may you will be healed soon.

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  • sweet_reminiscence 108w

    Tidak Ada

    Apa yang kauharapkan dariku, Tuan?

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  • sweet_reminiscence 108w

    MOVING ON

    Moving on is green and yellow
    It tastes like a bewildering fever dream, that makes me hardly close my eyes: your name seemed to stay forever on my head.
    It sounds like the heavy rain with rolling thunder.
    It smells like an ocean breeze, with the sign of a new hope and prayers.
    It looks like a bunch of clouds on a sunny day, asked me to find another way, because the past is past. And it will always be left behind.
    It makes me feel like a loser, that I'd never get over you.

    Never....

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