The Taste

there were various tastes,

but none of them impress me as yours,

as well as various flavors,

but none of them embrace my soul as his,
cause you are and only the taste I am looking for.

the taste of a sweet peach,

and smells of solid tangerine,

either sweet or entertaining,

like a cake with sincere cream,

with crumbles of vanillas within.

You are the taste I love the most,

since I see those eyes behind the glasses,

since I see those face behind your smiles,

You are the taste I am looking for,

we are meant to be together, it's you.

I wish you could be brave to tell me your taste,
ain't guessing but I wish it was how I taste,
when you know the touch, breathe and feel,
you will never walk alone again,
and I will always stay with you side by side.

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Mike India Alfa

A story of initially Mike,

a strong woman of 33,

a female of steel and iron,

struggling from dusk until dawn,

swinging by gun and harassment,

gladly she is alive......

To overcome that fears,

light up by pierce of fires,

lighten her eyes under a church,

hugged by beloved king of her life,

still walking and pacing in a law world,

she rules her path with pains and scars,

over her body and soul....

Clinging, rumbling, crushing,

she wishes for freedom and happiness,

but sign of the times always fetch her show,

she learns to fly again like a baby bird,

enjoying all the sights and laugh happily,

even the shards among the wrest are real,

she wishes to get away from here.....

She stops crying and end all the past before,

she learns.......... she learns........ 

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I Wish You Reply Me Back

I know I don't stand a chance,

among all those beauties and fancies,

with them I am small,

with the comparative I have none.

But I see your smiles and empathy,

yet I know I only get the crumbles,

a little attention and simple talks,

sometimes we laugh and joke.

I guess nothing is special about me,

Neither in your heart or your shoulder,

wouldn't be a space for me?

Or probably a seat besides you.

I still have a high hope,

like a phrase you posted last time,

a song of an anxiety as well as new leave,

it ain't easy, it ain't smooth, it is an opportunity,

cause we were born with too many differences. 

but you should know my dear,

you are a first angel I have ever seen,

who makes me smile again from that sorrow,

who makes me dance into laughter,

a moment when I start understanding people.

Again, I was raised by your little touch,

with thousand flaws I was born with,

I wish you reply me back,

and see me in person with cups of tea.

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The Woman With Glassy Eyes

young, bold and red,

like a fresh gem named ruby,

a stone of justice and  perfection,

attractiveness and confidence within,

like nobody could see and predict certainty.

I see your scars through your eyes,

they are glassy and fear of disappointment,

they are watered neither in joy or harmony,

they are always awaken and sleepless,

nevertheless you act like there is always tomorrow.

you cover smiles with powdery cheeks,

Yes you are an awesome woman I had never seen,

that tiny little tiring body is unbeatable, 

you are armored by destiny and small calling,

of that little boy on his 4 years life time old.

so called bad past, broken and bleed,

with or without scars you are still moving,

your words are firm and with spell of truth,

your dreams are stars but your move are light speed,

opportunities are ahead and you will mount on it.

The stone of ruby, like how the name is a destiny,

a precious dearly truthful woman with high energy,

no wonder whatever things happen with your life,

you are lighted by God and your courage ever be. 

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I Saw An Angel

I saw an angel last 16,

with his translucent wings,

sparkling smile and innocent eyes,

his touch is sincere and admirable,

his words are green mantras,

ear worming as well as healing.

the skies are neither blue or light,

the skies ain't gloomy but clearly warm,

yet I see the sunlight pierce through him, 

yet I see the clouds are dancing among him,

he looks like a perfect dream and fantasy,

he looks like an extra terrestrial creatures.

 

I feel like a lost child and possessed by curiosity,

who the heck this goodness look of an angel,

in my deepest ground, I adore, I like, I fall,

I love episodes of your emanation,

from heaven tighten with a letter from dearly God,

like it is written I won't miss any of your harmony.

The first time you give your hands and look,

how could you spell my name like you spell a heal?

how could you see my weak soul like you know my pain?

absurd, it's totally absurd but you are truly my healing angel,

my mother god like nothing is terrible than this gratefulness,

For real, I saw an angel, a healing angel in front of me. 

   

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My Reply For That Old Self

The tears I have shed for you

like million drops of rain water

swirling and cursing my soul and mind

caging me in dark shades and pain

by losing precious trust and hopes

seven months of forgetting and counting days

so why today with a simple question and talk

Why do we have to hurt each other?

If you were certain to meet me someday

Am I paying certain sin or perhaps I was cursed

today won't be like this awful with some flash back

I will always feel just the same goodbye for you

it could not be changed for every next and last

nothingness and emptiness from my heart

has scattered and disappeared among my newly leaves

So I want to become stronger and better

So alone again, it is okay rather than hunted

with guilt of sins I do not atone

with the tiresome days and sadness

I wish the blossoms grow prettier on our ways

The distance between us is a fate we choose

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My Self Portrait Poem

I see towards a mirror,

There is someone with a smile

covered with black silky hair

straight like her strong will and honesty

Her eyes are shady, filling with experience

her eyebrows are bold, like her passionate determination

Her face is imperfection, sided with spotty red scars

but she still smiles because her vision is bright

Her eyes is sparkling with the lite light 

both are watered in joy, both are with love

Her lips is pink pale, thin and warming

Her cheeks look tender as smooth as the heart she shares

I see myself as someone with various feelings

they are painted over my face and swirling in my eyes

They are not either beauty or attractive

but it surely give you a warm hug and strong trust.  

It's me............

It's me............

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