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Waiting stop

Every morning when eyes wake up
Out of death from yesterday
And the fact there is no tomorrow but another death
Waiting
For eyes
To catch
And goes away, later
Alone
You left, and you wait or do something sometime
And sometimes talk
Drink, death out of death
Nice, slow
With confidence,
And let death wait a little, while you perform death. To show something to no one,
Alone,
Here,
Goes.

everything is ok

7 months with her,

then she got pregnant,

and hated me,

which i never understand why,

lack of love

i thought,

is the only answer for me to forget her,

but

not easy,

and my friend jack,

who i went to same uni,

same class,

did art together,

and smoked..

is now going to be a dad

in couple of hours,

the woman i was with

without thinking,

without speaking,

without hearing,

listening to me,

made her mind,

and had an operation,

now I’m at jacks,

he is in the hospital,

I’m drinking,

and waiting for death,

as usual,

he is waiting for the new life

to arrive..

and as i write this,

i remember the days

when we use to tell each other,

“man, one day we both going to have kids,

and you are going to be uncle jack”

and we use to laugh and move on,

now its happening,

father jack,

with her baby daughter,

and i am, thinking of the woman,

and my baby,

that I’m never going to hold,

lets drink more wine.

One Day

there will be a woman one day
who will walk into your life suddenly
and she will sit in front of you,
and you will look at each other,
more than the words that will come out from your mouth,
she will listen,
you will listen to her,
and pay attention,
you will pay attention to everything about her,
she will be happy,
just a little,
then,
one day,
if you dont return back to your own shell,
she will be full,
of your reality
dont forget,
she is you,
but the opposite in a way,
dont forget,
she is not from here,
but from you.
just living in your life,
only when you are there,
and when you are not,
she is in her life,
doing her job
if you want to keep her,
i say, love
dive deep,
but
know to be a friends,
because she is not you.
you can only fight with yourself.

 

Ardic Agus 2014

if you want to be a poet, love a woman

if you want to be a poet, then love,

love a women,

like nothing else,

dive into her,

from her eyes to her soul,

touch her like your touching yourself, in a different form,

kiss her like you’re kissing god,

fear with love,

if you want to be a poet,

kill yourself while loving

and live in a details of life,

small parts,

be aware of her,

everything she says and does,

put her actions in your brain,

observe her while sleeping,

cook for her, and watch her eating,

cry with her while watching a movie,

jump in a shower with her,

and kiss her body,

wake up before her, just to watch her sleeping,

then fall back to sleep,

try opening your eyes at the same time with her,

just for that moment,

for that second,

then close again at the same time with her,

cuddle her,

when you argue,

go to her house, and wait in front of her door,

or go to her work place and wait for her,

at least 2 hours,

let her see you, and be shocked,

let her friends see you,

waiting outside,

be an idiot,

why are you scared ?

if you want to be a poet,

create experiences,

and write about them at nights,

alone

while drinking

and smoking,

while she sleeps in your heart,

be a poet.

 

Ardic Agus 2014

In my heart

many people visited my heart,

some stayed for few weeks

and some for few months,

some quickly went because they didn’t like it,

the last visitor of my heart, has locked her self in

accidentally,

without wanting to,

but she did,

and the doors of my heart will not open again,

forever,

and something from her will always stay in there,

until this heart gets old and becomes a clay again

then she will be free,

but she will never be able to forget her place,

this heart,

where she lived,

not for too long,

but alone.

 

Ardic Agus 2014

 

Heart of a woman

i see hearts as a hotel rooms,

the more expensive the room,

the less people come and stay,

the cheap the room is,

the more people

stays in,

cheap hearts are

nothing but full of experience,

in a way good,

but not pure,

not pure anymore,

the heart,

the smell of the room,

the space is dark and messy,

there are names scratched to walls,

by forced,

i need a woman, with a pure heart,

untouched,

unhunted,

undisturbed much.

Ardic Agus 2014

Perfect taste in my mouth

she was just like free drink

that someone else bought for me

out of nowhere,

much testier but

lasted quicker,

she was there to please me,

out of nowhere, just for my joy

but i drank her very slowly

sip by sip

like a poison

and she infected me

all my body

and i become addicted to her

like no other,

this girl like the finest beer

sweet and sharp

hand made by god,

gift to me,

i drank her so slowly

that made me forget other beers

now shes finished

like everything else,

but the taste keeps me

writing

© 2013 Ardic Agus

Not being able to go insane

I live my life.

day and night,

i think and write, and sometimes paint,

in absolute state of loneliness,

I sometimes take a deep breath and ask why

to my soul, to my mind,

one of the oldest question,

that i can not answer yet, because im alive,

I feel,

so I drink,

without a fear, or doubt

i search and seek, for the beauty in art

i listen with all my soul,

too much light is no different than

darkness

and the color of my soul, is too bright,

and it hurt my eyes,

© 2013 Ardic Agus

Drink

The gods only see

the one who aches,

and the gods haven’t seen me yet,

nor offered me any chances

but i ache and wait

drink and smoke,

sleep and die,

wake up the next morning,

and wait till something happens

and there is nothing happens here,

sometimes you receive a call

from one of your friends,

saying “why don’t you come over, we are drinking”

you say ok

then when you are there,

you drink the drink you brought with you,

and they’ll be like,

my god, you drink a lot!

© 2013 Ardic Agus