Maria Sudibyo Poems

from a bottle of ink
spread into paper field
my word soldiers
pen is the sword
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I don't see the world so bright
I don't dream the hope so high
Indifference is just too much
I'm optimistic in disguise
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I always love the man stands next to main character
because his dark hair or his sharp glare
or his cold attitude hiding his kindness
or his devilish smile when he is in trouble
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Artificial charisma
Glass eyeballs with no reflection of living
'She' is like a doll
Charisma the soul of the doll
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grow the fruit till it's big enough
grow the fruit till the color turns red
grow the fruit till it smells good
grow the fruit to be cooked
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many versions of lie
many faces of liar
many mirrors of mind
many reasons to buy
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if you don't ask
nobody will tell you
because everybody knows
if you don't know
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