Seeing you standing at the bar, wearing your faded blue jeans. You gave me your wine, saying that I’m verified. And I hold your hand, I said, I’m flawed by design. But you said, I'm all you need and swear you’ll never resign. But, it was year ago, When our love was stronger than metal. It was year ago, When my picture was on your phone’s screen. Now, I'm seeing you again standing at the bar, wearing your new blue jeans. You gave her your wine, now, I’m unverified.

Discussion Text People are social creatures who need to interact with others. Since this pandemic outbreak we can not do physical interaction with people which in some people’s case it might be really stressful. In this way, social media has become the answer, the number of global users on social…

Written by: Anike Fitriani & Bunga Cindra Ghassani Writing as a means of self expression is the means to explain ourselves and others, while preserving our personal experience and our memories. Gillie Bolton stated that writing is a kind of comparatively gentle way of facing whatever is there to be…

Sebuah Cerpen Semuanya terasa seperti mimpi. Aku tidak pernah menyangka kalau rumah kami akan kedatangan banyak sekali karangan bunga, aku juga tidak menyangka jika rumah kami akan kedatangan banyak wartawan yang menanyai kami tentang pertayaan yang sama. Ibu mengusap-usap pundakku, sambil menatap kosong foto gagah bapak dengan seragam kebanggaanya itu…

A poem I am alone in this room They told me to hide away. Crying in my bathroom, Lost my sanity, no way! We blame this year, For all the chaos that happened. People are in fear, People are frightened. Some being hospitalized, Some lost their jobs, Some try to coping with grief, Some try so hard to keep their sanity. Put your mask on, Keep the distance, Wash, wash, wash your hand, Stay, they said. No crowd, no gathering.

“Saya tidak bisa menulis.” Jawabku kepada seorang kawan. “Tidak harus menulis. Lagipula, apa guna banyak baca buku kalau mulut kau bungkam melulu.” Bentaknya. Itulah percakapan terakhir kami. Selang beberapa bulan dari pertemuan kami, Thukul merilis sajak yang ditulisnya dan lagi-lagi ia berhasil menggentarkan pemerintah. Mengetahui hal itu, aku tahu bahwa…

“Just always be waiting for me.” — Peter Pan She glanced out the window, still smiling. “Dear Peter Pan, I’ve left my window open, please come and rescue me.”

A rant I don’t know how to start, to be honest I just want to ranting. So it’ll just be a rant and if you read this well thanks and good you’ll wasting your times by reading this trash. Trust me I keep writing and deleting it just to find…

Tuhan, terima kasih telah berbicara lewat alam semesta Aku jadi tahu apa yang menjadi kapasitasku Tuhan terima kasih telah memberiku ragu Aku jadi pandai meramu ragu Tuhan terima kasih telah memberiku resah Aku jadi bisa menikmati bisik di pikiranku Tuhan terima kasih telah menjadikanku manusia yang lamban Aku jadi bisa memaknai hidupku Tuhan hari ini hari besar, aku harap cemasku hilang. Terima kasih Tuhan tolong aamiinkan doaku.