Writings by AM

(Bahasa) Biarkan Aku credits to: tumblr aku ingin berteriak meminta kebebasan kepada keheningan tetap yang tak ada suara ataupun kata aku ingin keluar dari tiap mimpi buruk goresan sulitnya hidup yang terlewati seakan semua baik-baik saja aku ingin pergi mencari tawa yang lepas tidak seperti di sini terkurung dalam kutukan kesedihan aku ingin sendiri merasakan kenyamanan sunyi tanpa huru hara manusia lain hanya aku dan puisi ini [4/5/17]

Being Half a part of me wants you away, but a part of me longs for you to be near. a part of me hates you wholeheartedly, but a part of me misses you when you're not here. a part of me likes you to be far, but a part of me doesn't like the distance that holds us within. a part of me wishes for you not to come back, but a part of me doesn't want to erase anything about you. I'm made of parts, half and half. And when you decided to leave, I'm no whole.  There's a part of me that you took. Along with you. [8/14/17]

(Bahasa) Pamit kamu pamit untuk pulang padaku yang terpaksa menahan tangis merelakan padahal terasa disiksa obat saja ada penawarnya tapi milikku tenggelam kesibukan lalu aku bagaimana? terus begini aku bisa mati terpendam dianggap canda murahan kamu tertawa saat aku bicara perasaanku dikoyak kalau aku serius kamu mau apa? berdiri aku menunggu kamu bilang aku pulang saja aku menolak karena tak mau terdiam kamu saat ku tanya sampai sinikah kisah kita? [11/22/16] -a.m.

July 21, 2016 - 20:10 Credits to tumblr The problem is, the presence of you is what I fond of. You're warm , sometimes, but I'm just a weather so it doesn't matter that much. I'm cold, sometimes, and sometimes hot, depends on what my head is thinking.  It's a battle up there. And you're like a sword , sometimes, you built in another wound. Yet sometimes you heal, as if you're a shield. You're like an old book , you know, the kind that's hard to find. And even if it can be found in the end, doesn't mean you can be read. You have history in you that makes you—you, and that thing keeps on keeping me awake. You're a bomb, sometimes, unexpected . And when you're found, it's the end of you, you have exploded. In pieces. Like how I found you, shattered into pieces. Like a fool. -a.m.

Hello Greetings to all of you, my dearest future readers. The name's Ann, but you'll see me as A.M. I am going to post my writings which all have been made before this blog was born, so some of the upcoming posts you're going to see are not based on my current state. What's written here are just some of the things that crossed my mind, and I'd like to share it with the world. Thank you in advance for visiting this blog. Hope it matches your liking. Happy reading! A.M.