Penulis: Sophie Grace

Women Need To Be Heard

So, i decided to share my deep thoughts,all of my thoughts about us(women)in this decade.Let’s the story of my thoughts begin.

I can say that i’m kind of the person who always silencing my opinion about everything especially feeling.because i’m afraid about what people think after i share my thoughts and my feelings.So i decided to write one of my thoughts because i’m so sick of hiding something,i think i need to be heard,all of us need to be heard,right?.

These days we can say that the women all around the world already got better treat than before,i mean like we are already got the same treat as men.As we can say that we have been treated almost equally in every aspect.But let me think and let me you know that you miss one aspect,the feeling.

I know that all of you still confuse about your feeling.Some of you still like your crush from the distance without do anything.Some of you tired of being ignored but you still curious about someone you liked.We can say that we are still in the cage,we can’t express our feeling easily to someone we like.Without act we will still in the cage,we still like a bird just hoping that somedays we’ll be the free bird,flying to the places we like.The people mind is too strong because their mind already set like “The men should move first,not women” that’s make us still in the cage.

Hey,wake up girls this decade said that women free?no,we are still in the cage.We can’t express our feeling easily.The bad thoughts always come in front of us if we move first to know someone we like.I mean what’s wrong?if we don’t move forward and move first,who knows that i like him?who knows that he like me too or not?no one.We need to be heard.

I’m getting tired of being silence especially feeling.If i’m not moving,being his secret admirer is just wasting time guys,wasting your tears,he didn’t know everything about me,about you.So i think this is our decade,our era to be heard.Maybe for the open mind people this is a great move,but how the close mind people?i don’t know yet.

This is the time we need certainty, no longer waiting for the certainty.Everything change start from you,start from me.Honestly, i’m still afraid to tell about my feeling to someone i like because my environment doesn’t support my act.so yeah.i’m still here,sounding my thoughts virtual.

I really appreciate that if you comment down below pro or contra it will be my advice for myself.Thank you.

×Sounding your heart,sounding your mind is not a crime.×

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Pahlawan

Tak terasa,

Fajar kini telah menyingsing.

Menggantikan kegelapan yang lalu.

Kegelapan yang tak ada habisnya menyelimuti tanah yang dipijaknya.

Tak terasa,

Tanah yang basah akan cucuran keringatmu,

Tanah yang dilumpuri tumpahan darahmu,

Dan tanah yang dibakar oleh api jiwamu

Kian terbangun.

anak-cucumu sudah memijaknya dengan damai,kawan.

Tak terasa,

Kobaran-kobaran api jiwamu,

Tumpahan-tumpahan jiwa yang tumbang,

Genangan darah yang tiada habisnya,

Kini kian menjadi sesuatu yang berharga.

Kini kian menjadi panutan tanah air,

menjadi peristiwa yang membekas di tempat dimana aku berpijak sekarang ini,kawan.

Hanya terima kasih yang bisa kuucapkan,

tanpamu tanah air ini bukanlah apa-apa.

Redam Benak

Kau merambat bersama bangsa ini!

Kau menjejak di sini!

Dibawah naungan cakrawala,

kau tumbuh merajut bangsa ini.

Perputaran dunia ini,

menggores sedikit demi sedikit ragamu!

Perputaran waktu ini,

membabat indera-indera mu!

Membutakan,

Membisukan,

Menulikan.

Luka-luka di tanah ini membekas!

Luka-luka di bangsa ini tak kunjung usai!

Apa yang kau tunggu?!

Apa yang kau redam?!

Disini tempat mu membela!

Bukan di seberang!

Kau diam,disudut kota yang ramai.

Mengamati deretan goresan barat yang membekas.

Kau beku,seribu bahasa.

Disudutkan malu,

Disudutkan amarah,

Disudutkan celoteh tak guna.

Kau bungkam benakmu.

Kau bungkam pembelaanmu.

Kemana kau akan berpijak,wahai perajut bangsa?

Kemana kau akan bela,wahai pemuda bangsa?

Inikah caramu menghargai para pahlawanmu?

Hanya tanggap kebohongan,

Hanya ricuh akan kebodohan semata.

Dikala surya menyingsing,

Kau singgung gores-gores luka.

Dikala rembulan kembali,

Kau tutup matamu.

Seakan-akan kau tak tahu apa yang terjadi di kala teriknya hari.

Seakan-akan tak kau lihat gores-gores luka itu.

Hey,bangun!sudah waktunya kau lepaskan bungkam amarahmu!

Kuharap tiada benak yang kau redam,

kuharap tiada indera yang tertutup.

The city’s atmosphere

The city light too dark,

to be seen.

as black as midnight ocean.

The city sky too quiet,

to be heard.

as silent as the corpse

Staring at the ceiling,

feel the midnight wind.

Touch your face slowly,

through your hair.

Staring at the windows,

feels the fog of the midnight air,till it blind you

Feels the midnight dew,till it stifle you.

fall into you feels like fall into the dark deep midnight thoughts.

intoxicate.

Senar manis

Umpama air mencumbu api dikala resah.

Meredam segala amarah di rongga gelisah.

Mengoyak timbunan-timbunan keluh kesah,

yang merambat di benak ini.

Desiran lantunan mu membungkam benang kusut di benak,

menarikku untuk menyelam lebih dalam.

Membawa ku terbang tanpa sayap.

Kau sentuh beban yang ku sembunyikan.

Kau hapus redam rasa itu,

kau tuang kedalam alunanmu,

kedalam petikan indahmu.

Memikul kegusaranku,

dikala gelisah.

Menampung hujanku,

dikala mendung tiba.

Membungkam apiku,

dikala memuncak.

Ah,sudahlah.

Aku jatuh cinta pada sendu senja kali ini,

aku pun jatuh cinta pada keheningan malam ini,

aku juga jatuh cinta dikala angin musim panas mendekap lukisku.

Sekedar enam senar yang kau punya bersama antek-anteknya meluluhkan ragaku.

Sekedar petikan-petikan manis ataupun pahit kau selami jiwaku.

You (III)

Visible,

you are.

You are visible,

to touch.

You are noticeable,

to see.

You are detectable,

to the sun kiss you under the adelaide sky.

You are discernible,

to the rain drop feel you.

But,

you are invisible.

You are invisible,

to be feel.

Like the wind escort the shadows to globe-trot,

unseen.

Kindred with the rain bring the gloomy oxygen to the ground.

You are invisble,

to be love.

The anthology of words,

you are.

Rasaku

Rasaku padamu, 

kugoreskan di secarik kertas kecil,yang takkan pernah kau tatap.

Yang takkan pernah kau terima,

dan takkan pernah kau baca.

Rasaku padamu,

hanya menjadi sayatan-sayatan manis di jiwa,

yang takkan pernah terlihat oleh siapapun.

Rasaku padamu,

tersirat di secarik kertas kecil,yang takkan pernah kuberikan padamu sampai kapanpun.

Kuharap rasaku padamu,

Yang kugoreskan di secarik kertas kecil,

takkan pernah luntur walau hujan membasahinya.