Two Story Poem by Niken Kusuma Wardani

First - rage story
I talked to her yesterday
As a belated mission, to satisfy yr compassion
If it wasn't a before-death wishes, i would not perform
I was busy trying to avoid her sudden-reaction to flee away
I don't want you to look down and felt lost
I was spent, much more than my upper capability as a human with emotion
Keep reasoning myself to believe it is for the best- somehow i owe you a shot
Now that it's done - i conclude my lost as yr privilege
I would not expect you to shade tears more than you had for her
You had risk yr being for all of us, no-angel would keen to share yr burden
The gathering people around you - not a cheer-crowd they were there to judge you
But not a single words of anger and despair, nor wrath could delude you
How would you response to her stern face, blaming for yr limitation as a human?
Glad you're not here to attend the moment... this just too much

Second story - old story
She could keep her demon-wishes and live happy in her fake hell called a home
I don't even mind to ask her how she grows that horn or earned that red tail
I really don't bother to trace what went wrong or which cell betray her vein
How on earth she could easily shed the bond of blood?
She was there -as we all do- sharing the motion and wrapped in emotion better than 3D trailer
Did she really feel you? Everybody would ask, for her bold insanity refusion
The part of little child crying endlessly and clinging eagerly to the one who know no mercy
A complex memory that leads to future disorder - which part did she miss?
Senseless as air... so she through the fake-shallow-desire called passion of adultery
If it grey she has, i would have pitch black grade.. But it's not the fall to renown bitch
I stand calm and hold everyone breath..
A human kind is not a rival of animal... Let his corrupted soul unharm
Reveal bit by bit of such fantasy- why should an angel buy a cheap filthy old story?
Then.. Once again, i remember you.. your pain, your love., your devotion, the 'you' in me...
step on my vanity i bow to win., it's more to cheer of woes than the standing ovation thing
I somehow glad you missed this time...
It's just a footnote of what i'd said to you back then
No matter how much you take the course for us, we still have our own lesson
So she fail... But we there to Shower yr old glittering sparkle and once again defeat fate
I would like to share anything with you... But not this two story