https://rizkyar.com/poetry/Recent content in Poetry on Rizky A.R.Hugoen-ushttps://rizkyar.com/poetry/avalancheofnothinginparticular/Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000https://rizkyar.com/poetry/avalancheofnothinginparticular/I stand Do I stand? on the peak of a civilization long gone, powdered sins underfoot, sins, frogs, fossils, ashes of old promises no witnesses here. and the anticipation kills me, yes, the waiting they said it would, like they said about my fear towards tales out past the waves of wasted words washed clean, Deathless, or only as loud as I gleamed, cringe from the climb to here. I am tired, God, Anyone, tired of the pretension.https://rizkyar.com/poetry/brisketastrofarm/Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000https://rizkyar.com/poetry/brisketastrofarm/this poem was rejected by two Tiles of morning glories, cold as confession, here I am again thinking of her, my one true Heart. My trousers had pooled forgotten argumentations, still thinking of her, stomach rumbles and starts tough decisions hums, pipes and rough squeezes mind-bending wars pollution, ecological warfare, human emotions, lards of bonds. She is in her current lush life. Yet i am on an up and down trove, thoughts of useless and useful stuff: does she sleep well does she sleep sanitary does she sleep untouched by culinary junk while i rot awake fat is fate thinking of her mouth thinking of me does she ever think of me or it as I am blind to see only hunger KFC brisket and treats hundreds of hundreds of calories grease on fingers, toenails lips on salt salt and hips would she lick it off me or laugh do i disgust her is this love or just a body asking to be remembered do she find it ridiculous this bowel reverie as much as the time i spend on the toiletry pants down, phone glowing, marble-rock wondering, praying to porcelain, spraying, endless spraying, does she flush me away, does hell want me, does hell think of me, the way i think of her, between breaths and love?https://rizkyar.com/poetry/burdens/Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000https://rizkyar.com/poetry/burdens/OF PROOF As I lied / my way in / to the class / ca-ra-pace / flask with wa- / -ter drink-ed / black and / white hall-way / be gleam-ing / shoes that had / mea-ning af- / -ter the in-/ -ci-dent climb /-ed my way / out the dis-/ sid-ent ly- / -ing to my / tea-cher and / pre-tend that / I am not / what I am / naught act fun-/ -ily pose ques- / tions si-mi- / -les de-flect blame: “It’s not my fault, I swear.https://rizkyar.com/poetry/ghostofthetraveler/Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000https://rizkyar.com/poetry/ghostofthetraveler/I am the traveler – No I was I no longer travel Thus I foot my light heart pack my books and cart Act the fool, withstand put one foot in front strike the door, with sand Do I look the part? like I still travel yes, I came from the beach, watched the stars but my mind is a mess I feel like I’m stressed, but I think that’s for the best I degenerate when I rest so I have to work, Casio-wristed, beaming screaming out in the morning an alarm without warning so wake up went to my office wear my jacket tried being honest Are you a traveler?https://rizkyar.com/poetry/prdanrevolver/Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000https://rizkyar.com/poetry/prdanrevolver/1. "You are confused," she mused, "You must be." 2. But true dread struggled to bruise against the tired head 3. I used, the gun sunk to the bunk as she rests her exhausted trunk in a weird funk. 4. Tossed for lost sheets, she greets my academic hell that beats lead so well. 5. Beneath the lead-clad threat, I sweat, yet connect with the logic she'd project. 6. "https://rizkyar.com/poetry/liberationofasuspiciousman/Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000https://rizkyar.com/poetry/liberationofasuspiciousman/for the painting i created this poem for: What are you without tethers? I shall tell you something. For your lament, it is nothing. For your mourning must demand the untying of our societal fabrics. Believe half at least as the threads bolted on your wrists bolted on your elbow pits bolted on shins and thighs as fixtured you are bolted on the ground Yours is no mere crucifixion of the Christian kind.https://rizkyar.com/poetry/namesofnations/Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000https://rizkyar.com/poetry/namesofnations/1. Great Nation of Industrialists and Egoists: Gnoiae -> Gonde 2. People of Faith: Peofa -> Peovhia 3. South Peovhia 4. Rock of the World -> Rockan 5. Indigenous People of Gonde -> Indi 6. Reznok, the Hero of the Revolution -> Reznok 7. Vicious Unforgetting Royalty -> Vuroy 8. Lazy Liars -> Layar 9. Great Desert of Nothing -> Greden 10. Silent Retreat: Siler 11. Madroga's People -> Madroglan 12.https://rizkyar.com/poetry/parataxichantu/Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000https://rizkyar.com/poetry/parataxichantu/Black aesthetics dominate my surroundings / I died a long time ago / no need for pretending / the Ghost Man I know would never let them condescend me / the Wanderer of the World can testify my comprehending / Hail to the Muad'Dib of the Archipelago / no sand, no dirt, no oligarchs for us to salt / taste upon the wound of our people / whiteness and blackness doesn’t matter, we’re equal / in death I propose that mind platters spatters / like blood in the water / the lies of the M.https://rizkyar.com/poetry/why/Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000https://rizkyar.com/poetry/why/ why is the river brown was it always like that did someone poop there why are there too many people or maybe too many rules will there be space for me when I grow up why does the future feel dark even in the daytime did someone turn the sun off why do birds need defending who is chasing them can they still find their homes why do leaders lie do they know they are lying or do they really like money that much don’t their wages sufficehttps://rizkyar.com/poetry/yellowdressedparlance/Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000https://rizkyar.com/poetry/yellowdressedparlance/My best friends took their life now i dont know what i should do these streams of consciousness jamming my mind like the King best of friends, best of things comes to an end, avoiding conflict style, thats the thing with me, blame the ring shallow graveyards, I sleep within. Deep nexus, this month the King got hold of me, whispering to my ear: You've climbed a forbidden central, Dying here hurts, no music to your intro, Climbing down boundaries, your family is essential, if you wanna stay sane, then put up when they hurt you.