2017's Poetry And Prose Collection.

Mutiara Berliantina
Sep 1, 2018 · 5 min read
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A Dusty Bouquet.

time flies and everything has changed too fast, now another girl hopes to get flowers by you perharps on her special occasion.

a bouquet from you to me has been turned into dusty and poetry.

even it’s not safe to say,

i still hope you’ll give me garden, so that we can reap what we sow then.

June, 11th 2017.


She’s Not Actual Heartless.

people said if she suddenly changed. she seems come back in a completely different person, the one who once cared too much right now turns into a person that careless.

she is snow in the middle of winter, silent and cold. she laughs among the urge to be loved. she was handle all the problem with no heart sometimes.

she was training her brain to disobey what the heart’s want because sometimes people come to make a heart beats quicker, but they casually turn away so that she keeps her heart beating in normal. she lowkey talks about love, in the cold soul. she never let anyone who will make the same scars get in.

in short, the reason why she has been cold&heartless,

because she was protecting herself. unless the right man changes the winter into warmly spring.

she’s not actual heartless.

October, 11th 2017


If I Have A Boyfriend.

if i have a boyfriend, i’ll text him every late night just to ask him how was his day going.

if i have a boyfriend, i’ll cook for him every Sunday morning and doing picnic at the garden just to have chat hours&having some fun.

if i have a boyfriend, i’ll be going to ask him to do carnival date with me at 7 pm.

if i have a boyfriend, i’ll randomly call him at 11 pm then ask him drives me somewhere within blurry destinations.

if i have a boyfriend, i’ll give him my playlist that i made so far, so that he knows what i felt through the rhythm.

if i have a boyfriend, i’ll capture every moment through an old lomo, so we keep creating memories in frame then.

if i have a boyfriend, i’ll go to grocery together at least once in a month and buying the necessity together within another fun way.

if i have a boyfriend, i definitely will share my favorite food, either that is my favorite toppings of pizza or the most my favorite kind of chocolate.

if i have a boyfriend, definitely a fancy date isn’t a necessary anymore, when the relationship that i hope is more than holding hands, but souls.

if i have a boyfriend, every row that i write down in my poems is all about him.

if i have a boyfriend.

October, 10th 2017


A Thousand Phrases.

we write down,

made-up stories to tell the truth we wish we could say out loud.

we drawing up,

made-up the untold stories we wish we could discover.

we write a thousand of phrases and uncountable words to put the mind down into the poetry. here is my book that i’ll keep filling with a thousand feelings&wishful thinking.

here is the door that you can open to figure out what’s happen deep in my soul. i’ll keep my ink dancing within my mind’s rhythm at 2 AM. either the rhythm is going faster as a happy song or slowly as a sad song.

poetry – when the deep soul runs into the fire words or the sweetest phrases as the flowers that blossom in the morning spring. sometimes it’s unfair, how colorful poetry on my mind will be going a victim that i put it down as a black above the white paper. but i wish i could make sure every time you read my monochrome words, they will automatically turn into many colors on your head, as i always imagine.

in short, here is the old soul who turns every page of her life into poetry.

October, 7th 2017


Hiraeth.

i was homesick for a person i’ve never seen yet.

i was in love for a person i’ve never met before.

i was missing by the voice i’ve never heard.

i felt closer for a person that further apart.

i was craving to be kissed by a person that i haven’t known his name yet.

i had this urge to spent the days with a person i had been waiting for.

sometimes i wonder who is he

where does he come from

all i know he must be the best one.

can i talk to him within these days?

how long i have to counting days?

was he closer with each passing day?

is he misguided to find me?

where can i run into?

does he crave to me the way i did?

or is he currently had a girlfriend yet?

i wonder how we’ll meet.

will we meet and start as friends first?

or will he fall in love with me at the first sight or in otherwise it goes?

what is he doing these nights?

does he make a poem about me the way i did?

or he did blow his smoke at the balcony at 00.00 and then dreamt about a girl he wanted the most?

perhaps he does a long ride right now listening the sad songs on the radio.

he does

all alone.

perharps we are always been like this until in time we’ll run into one another. wish you always happy and cherish every part of your life during this time.

knowing me, i think about you all night even we haven’t meet yet.

i’ll see you future significant other.

June, 22nd 2017


Do I?

do i fall in love with you or do i fall in love with the feelings?

sometimes i got butterfly in innersole of my bone but sometimes i felt the feelings burried deep down and gone away.

sometimes i was imagining what if we were together but sometimes i was thinking what if we never been.

as a matter of fact, i can’t get you out of my head. and you’re always be a reason of the thousand inky footprints on my poems, the main part of all my proses and how our stories are always been the endless rows.

i bet you would probably never know how the feeling was standing still. i know you wouldn’t notice every single words that i tried to make you understand. but actually i did, and i still.

perhaps this is the kind of love that doesn’t require the quantity of the communication typical. i m in love with you within so many miles between us. the rare conversation yet does matter because i was in love getting involved within the deep conversation.

i love you the way you got me into an intelligent conversation.

i love your enthusiasm towards life which is hard, also your optimistic to deal with the doubt.

your personality was so calming and i couldn’t handle to stop overflowing among your calmness.

i tried my best to convince myself that you weren’t the beautiful escape. but nope, actually you were not. but i keep them became the untold ones, the hidden ones.

June, 19th 2017

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