Jean Harold

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In May I will pledge my life
and admit that I know what kind
of insanity this sounds like;
we lack everything for this to
...

I have nothing to prove
Nothing but this:
I am under no obligation to
explain myself to anyone;
...

In this city where everyone goes to sleep
very late
I write another poem
This time I don't know what or who
...

What is madness

If it is not the burn
...

If I have to be honest

I know that 'you and I'
...

There is a lump in your eyes

blocking the flashes
...

Oh how I still remember that day

When you said
...

Of all battles I have fought
The most difficult one was in your head
Of all dreams I can have
The most dangerous one was about you
...

Apa yang mereka lakukan pada mawarku?
Merahnya dicaci terlalu benderang
Duri yang membuatnya menawan justru dikecam
Daunnya dikata berwarna kelam
...

No you don't have to

See me if your eyes are

Glued

In the space in which lights
...

Stay with me

Oh yes, it is your turn; 

To stream, like I'm doing right now

Try that one out,
...

I love to think
there are tales
to help me telling
a story of lives
...

How can I help
to not look at you
when your stars are glistening
on my ceilings?
...

You were made of dreams:

so pretty yet so remote

You talked for hours about

monsters and walls, and
...

It is curious how I utter Surrender

and bow down when everyone is asleep

while releasing the arrows in the daylight
Yet my heart and mind pronounce
...

I still remember walking the miles

to classes, jungles, and roads
...

I have been singing songs
of knights and kings
I have been writing about
Gods and deaths
...

There is no

triumph in fighting
...

Just now I heard

The universe talking

About us

About the wind

...

Jean Harold Biography

I am here because I can't say these words directly...yet. And most importantly because I believe that feelings are not supposed to keep inside but to express. This is just one of the ways. For those whom most of these poems are inspired from, if you happen to read this one day somehow. If you ever wonder what this all could mean. If you, by any chance, don't find what you're looking for, please take these poems and follow them. You know where to find me. Let us all see what 'nothing' could do.)

The Best Poem Of Jean Harold

In May

In May I will pledge my life
and admit that I know what kind
of insanity this sounds like;
we lack everything for this to
become something
Dangerous world to meet
Nasty game to play
Talk, interaction, even touch
and a chance for them to stumble
upon our paths

In May I will confess that I
don't know many things but I will
tell you how to collect the pieces;
word per word, sense per sense
to unfold the secret
Pictures to unfilter
Emotions to express
Standard, bully, even dream
have blocked us from seeing
the hidden message

A tree isn't always in a forest
Comfort has simplicity confused with
seizure, but I will tell you more about this
In May

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