The Idea of Love

by: Natasha Karenina Wijaya

What can we say about love

It's not something you find so easily

There are moments where i regret

Throwing away the closest thing I had to love

But love had destroyed me

Love had given me tears and pain

That weren't worth the smiles

Love wasn't supposed to hurt me

When will I finally find love

One where it nurtures instead of tortures

One where I would finally be happy

Maybe I had just been let down,

by the wonderful idea of love

Feelings

by: Alfreno Kautsar Ramadhan

Feelings are things that is felt with our hearts

Yet, we are not sure whether it is our hearts

Or our minds that felt that feelings

How can our heart feel crushed?

Feel sad?

Feel lonely?

When we all know that our heart is only a piece of muscle

Why do we need to feel,

What we are supposed to feel.

Why can't the world just be simple

And dull

Feelings are meant to be felt

Because feelings are the thing that made us feel alive,

Feelings are the things that made us feel happy

Feelings are like a color pencil

To our dull piece of paper

The Chances Never Taken

by: Evania Batara

Sometimes it hurts a little

Sometimes it gives a smile

Sometimes it hits right on the chest

Sometimes it makes everything happier

Sometimes it closes the eyes to see

The pain has found its comfort

It stays longer than before

The heart wishes something else

It commands the whole body

But there's this spot of what ifs

What if we gave each other a smile?

What if we passed by and said hi?

What if we locked eyes and tried?

What if there's a possibility for us?

The questions that wanders around

The answers that never came

The path we could've take but didn't

The happiness we could've felt

The possibilities were too big too ignore

I was here don't you see?

I was here when others walked away

Did you not know?

Were you lost in her eyes,

That didn't bother to see mine?

I know now I shouldn't have stayed when you left

Where the Sidewalk Ends - Poem of the Week

by: Shel Silverstein

There is a place where the sidewalk ends

And before the street begins,

And there the grass grows soft and white,

And there the sun burns crimson bright,

And there the moon-bird rests from his flight

To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black

And the dark street winds and bends.

Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow

We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,

And watch where the chalk-white arrows go

To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,

And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,

For the children, they mark, and the children, they know

The place where the sidewalk ends.

Solar Systems

by: Karisa A. Hermawan

stars fall down from my hair

nebulas hide in my eyes

planets orbit in my head

the infinite darkness of space

pour vigorously through my veins

the sun drips from my fingertips

galaxies rest on my palms

and i know that i

am important

and complex

and majestic

because i am

a universe.