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I HOPE THE PERSON IS YOU

Posted in Dear Diary, Poetry (English), Quotes - English with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 23, 2017 by Kanya Puspokusumo

Back to HOME  –  ABOUT KANYA

I don’t care if the most people think
that I’m no one, nothing,
and not important for them at all.
I just need one person to think
that I’m a very important person
and I’m everything for him,
even with all my weaknesses.. .
A person who is willing to understand
that the unbearable pain and my illness
sometimes turn me to be someone
that is not very lovable,
but he stays and hugs me anyway…
And a person who can see that I’m so imperfect,
but loves me anyway…
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And I hope the person is you…
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-Kanya Puspokusumo-
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Picture “Cherry Blossoms”
Instagram @kanya_digipainting

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THE ANGEL FROM HELL

Posted in Dear Diary, Poetry (English), Quotes - English with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 23, 2017 by Kanya Puspokusumo

Back to HOME  –  ABOUT KANYA

“He is an angel. An angel without wings,” they said
“You must be so lucky to have him,” they said
“The angel” himself even claimed that he was my guardian.
.
But if he was my guardian angel,
why did he always come to me with nightmares?
The fearful nightmares
The hurtful speech
Every bad thing he did
That made me so hard keeping my sanity
The angel that could only speak flowers in front of the crowds
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I wish someday people will know your true colors,
You are not angel that fall from heaven,
You are an angel that crawl up from hell…
You are a demon in masquerade.
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-Kanya Puspokusumo-
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Picture “Angel”
Instagram @kanya_digipainting

THE LAST MESSAGE

Posted in Dear Diary, Poetry (English), Quotes - English with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 23, 2017 by Kanya Puspokusumo

Back to HOME  –  ABOUT KANYA

I told you that I was sick.
Really sick. I really needed your help.
I told you that I needed you that day, desperately.
I told you that I needed someone to listen all my sorrow,
and cheer me up even a little,
just to make me sure that I was loved and not alone.
But, no one really cared about me.
No one came.
.
When I decided to leave the party and disappear forever,
No one noticed.
.
When I said that I needed help
for it was so hard for me to run
from the suicidal thoughts
that kept telling me to take my own life
with that beautiful knife,
No one believed me.
.
Until it’s too late…
.
Now,
Don’t tell me that you love me.
Don’t tell me that you care about me.
Don’t tell me that you’re losing me.
Don’t bring flowers to my grave,
for I can no longer see the beauty.
Don’t talk to my gravestone,
for I can no longer hear you.
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Because all you’re doing now,
is actually something you SHOULD do
when I was still alive.

IT’S TOO LATE..
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Picture “The Last Message”. Instagram: @kanya_digipainting

THE DIARY OF A PSYCHIC 3

Posted in Dear Diary, Poetry (English), Quotes - English with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 23, 2017 by Kanya Puspokusumo

Back to HOME  –  ABOUT KANYA

SECRET GARDEN

Posted in Dear Diary, Philosophy and Education, Poetry (English), Quotes - English with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 23, 2017 by Kanya Puspokusumo

Back to HOME  –  ABOUT KANYA

“What happened when you were in coma?” a friend asked me in one fine morning.
“I lived somewhere, in a big luxurious house with a garden,” I answered.
“A garden?”
“Yes. The most beautiful garden I’d ever seen. A place where peace and true happiness were the only things I can feel.”
“Was that the heaven?”
“I don’t know where I was. But no, I don’t think that was the heaven… Maybe it was the place for coma people to re-think about their life, maybe it was the place for transit before we go to heaven (or hell), or maybe it was just the place to make a new life agreement with the universe… Hmm… Yes, I think I’ve signed a new contract there. I think I agreed to help more people on the earth with all efforts before I ‘completely’ die someday…”
“Oh…”
“Well, that was the place that can only be seen and lived by coma people. It was an indescribable place and feeling. Only coma people will understand. But here, I will draw what I feel about the garden. I always call it ‘the secret garden’…” 😊😊😊
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Picture by Kanya Puspokusumo

I’M SORRY IF I DON’T REMEMBER

Posted in Dear Diary, Poetry (English) with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 4, 2016 by Kanya Puspokusumo

Back to HOME  –  ABOUT KANYA

Losing my memory to disease,
sometimes a short one,
sometimes temporarily,
but fortunately not permanent,
This is how I live now….
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Sometimes I remember you
Sometimes I don’t
This is how I live now… Continue reading

CERITA KATAK DALAM TEMPURUNG

Posted in Dear Diary, Poetry (Indonesian) on March 31, 2016 by Kanya Puspokusumo

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Jika aku melihat seekor katak sedang berdiam dalam tempurung,
maka akan kubuka saja tempurung itu.
Kubiarkan matanya sejenak silau oleh matahari,
lalu akan kuminta ia melompat dan berenang menyeberangi sungai di depan sana,
walau dengan demikian ia bisa saja mati terhanyut oleh derasnya air…
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Tetapi setidaknya, dengan mencoba menyeberangi sungai,
si katak akan melihat bahwa dunia sebenarnya tak sesempit ruang dalam tempurung,
ia tak kan seperti orang buta yang menganggap gajah haruslah berbentuk tipis dan lebar (karena kebetulan ia memegang telinga gajah)
lalu tak mau menerima kenyataan yang menyebutkan bahwa gajah berbentuk besar dan biasanya berwarna kelabu. Continue reading

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