Take a look at me and
Tell me what you see
Do you see my smile?
The smile that hides so many secrets or
Do you see the tears in my eyes
The eyes that once took in too much evil
Do you see my heart
The heart that suffers and shame inside or
Do you see my skin
The skin that holds scars of pain
Do you hide my secrets
Do you see the evil
Do you feel my suffer, my shame or
Do you see my scars
So take a look and
Tell me what you see
By: Mohamad Anugerah Ramadhan
She stands there alone
At the edge of the silent place
And she is shocked
New wars brew and these forgotten men
Will play no part in them
A dead silence, no ears but hers
In the field, in moments of great decision
What they fought for is forsaken
And by days end, new gravestones
Appear on the blood red ground
She finds what she seeks
His life brutally ended
And she stands by his grave
But he can give no answers
And she weeps for him
For the empty hole he left behind
And for the new emptiness
By: Mohamad Anugerah Ramadhan
Volleyball
It’s a passion
Volleyball
It’s an obsession
Volleyball
It’s a sport
Volleyball
It’s a way of life
Volleyball
It’s an adventure
Volleyball
It’s something I breathe
Volleyball
You win or lose
Volleyball
It’s duel or die
Volleyball
That’s the game
By: Mohamad Anugerah Ramadhan
There is a small story in this culture city
The afternoon must be picked up by the evening
In the road of story
The cloud of smooth was saying
To greet an old man
Who wears orange cloth
Priitt… priiit…
He blew the whistle
His hand was gaze upward and received the money
In the hollow of his face gestured
That much of note that wrote in the milestone
Bad or not, who knows?
But I’m sure that he has written something in this life…
Struggle!
Struggle in the hunchback body
In the crowd of the city, the sun has said to me
You’re still young, you struggle must be bigger than him!
Do your best!
Push yourself to the limit!
Do you want to write your note without meaning?
By: Charlees Rachma Dewangga Pasopati
I muse alone
In question, alone in my heart
Let go my marrow
Hurt, like a sand box, with the stone
Who am I?
The place of the choice that bring hope
The place of the hurt that bring perfection
Imagine someone who’s gentle and beauty
Never can stop to suppose and find myself
Who am I?
Even though I don’t know my identity
But,
I know the meaning of love
But, who is the self
The self that always alone
Sometimes there is an uncertain feeling
Feeling that always haunts
But…
I can’t understand that feeling
Like a bird trying to fly away alone
Finally…
I found something I was searching for
Something that my heart is searching for
It is her
But,
Does she feel like my feeling?
Maybe no
Because all of that is just imagination
Not only the distances
Not only the spaces
Not only the times
But everything…
Everything is so far to reach
You’re there, I’m here
Only the one that I have been thinking of
Do I really exist for her?
Do I really mean something for her?
Who am I?
Who am I in her heart?
By: Marcellino Julius Putra
God, You are like a drawer
You brush my canvas of life amazingly
You give me love or white
But You also give me a beautiful color
SO that my life becomes technicolor
When I ask for happiness
You give me sadness
So that I can feel the real happiness
When I ask for success
You give me failure
SO that I can feel and find the real success
And when I ask for strength
You let me fall
SO U may to struggle and not give up
Nothing is impossible
By: Charlees Rachma Dewangga Pasopati
The Limitless 