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"Memento Mori"

What is the PRECIOUS thing you TREASURE most in your LIFE?

"Memento Mori" means:

Remember you are mortal...

Vita brevis breviter in brevi finietur,
Mors venit velociter quae neminem veretur,
Omnia mors perimit et nulli miseretur,

Ad mortem festinamus peccare desistamus.

I Am ( a poem)

I am - yet what I am, none cares or knows;
My friends forsake me like a memory lost
I am the self-consumer of my woes -
They rise and vanish in oblivious host,
Like shadows in love frenzied stifled throes
And yet I am, and live - like vaporous toast

Into the nothingness of scorn and noise,
Into the living sea of waking dreams,
Where there is neither sense of life or joys,
But the vast shipwreck of my life's esteems;
Even the dearest that I love the best
Are strange - nay, rather, stranger than the rest

I long for scenes where man hath never trod
A place where woman never smiled or wept
There to abide with my Creator God,
And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept,
Untroubling and untroubled where I lie
The grass below, above, the vaulted sky

Written by: John Clare

This poem is especially dedicated toward those whoever reading this and has been feeling almost fully-melancholic in his/her life. I know you've suffered. I know, sometimes your hatred to the World and all around you is unlimited. But just let me tell you, I've already awaken from the depth of Hell knowing how I'd felt this, and it just caused me more troubled and disgusted. Don't let the sorrow distress you more, days and so after.

And, hopefully, you'll change. Not into the another person, 'cause there's just no more time to become another-self, but to reconsider things and reconstruct yourself. Being yourself is something more gracefully made of stream of wise. Not then I don't mention, that:

You'll never walk alone... 


Sari said...

Dohhh...pake bahasa Linggis yak... Puyeng bacanya :P

January 21, 2010 at 5:50 PM  
Lina said...
fantasia said...

hey makasih udah mampir :D pusinya bagus ya, sampe sedia kamus disamping meja :P kalau ada waktu mampir lagi yaa hehehe

January 23, 2010 at 6:49 AM  
Shin-kun said...

Komen ini lebih Shin-kun tujukan buat Sari : Rie, tuh, postingan yang cocok buatmu, tunda dulu puyengnya, baca yang bener...

Thx ya Sob, hehehe, sori kalo Shin-kun 'nyampah' di sini, kalo postinganmu bahasa Indonesia, sahabat Shin-kun yang atu itu mungkin bisa sedikit menggunakan otaknya untuk berpikir, ihihihi...

January 24, 2010 at 2:55 PM  

kirain dikau yg nulisnya. dah takjub aja, gila raxen bs bkin puisi sebagus ini. ternyata hihihihi

nice poem, posting poem yg lainnya jg dunk

January 26, 2010 at 3:03 AM  

x>Sari: bukan mom, ni bahasa cangkul atuh :P

x>Lina: thx!

x>fantasia: kekeke, itung2 sbg practice lah!

January 26, 2010 at 8:31 AM  

x>Shin-kun: aduh, jangan galak2 gitu mas, ntar mpok Sari marah-marah, bisa berabe nih *kabur sebelum kena damprat* :P

x>KucingTengil: yeah, ad beberapa puisi dsni yg bkan karyaku sndiri, tapi pasti akusertakan nama penulis asli.

Berikut, puisi2 asli karyaku, dtunggu key! ;)

January 26, 2010 at 8:34 AM  
Shin-kun said...

Hahaha, biasa Sob, anak itu digalakin juga gak ngarti, xixixi...

January 29, 2010 at 4:28 PM  

x>Shin-kun: kekeke, yang jelas bukan aku yang ngomong loh!

January 31, 2010 at 1:08 AM  

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