Ruby - Astari Boedikoentjara
Create your own stories
for the sake of your guts and glory
fiction or real
depending how you feel
Social media
How do we get to be this estranged?
We’re all the same
treating each other differently
instead of trying to understand
without too much judgment
Questions with questions
That’s how you answer
Not much you mention,
‘though you’re such talkers
How to expect you to understand,
I think my heart’s been beyond broken
by Israeli Zionists’ atrocities.
I want freedom in Palestine,
so there’ll be no more misery.
No highlights for 2023.
No more sweet smiles
full of toxic and vile
the beauty of your face
a sense of my disgrace
Your once soft, soothing voice
Being the first in line
doesn’t mean it’s always fine
You’re not always the priority
left to just wait and see
I’m not bitter
Someday,
when I’m back on my feet again
I’ll remember all you said
and how much you’d been a pain
I’ll remember what you put me through
(Dark Thoughts of The Bullied)
It's more than a vacant space
or lack of expression on one's face
It doesn't contain nothing,
All apologies
Set me free
from the same, old miseries
no point in getting angry
but tortured in ‘so-called’ stoicity
The generation gap:
“They’re just little kids,
so young and still stupid.
Fiction sells better these days
It keeps you guessing anyway
It depends on how well we craft
and if you happen to be pretty daft
For us, it's entertainment
If age is just a number,
then why does time feel smaller?
Space is no longer
as wide as we once experienced.
Before the digits,