Poem Post #5: Shatters Shatter Shatter

Short poem inspired by the broken brooch, dedicated for the broken pieces all over the world. Enjoy!

Shatters Shatter Shatter

© 2015 Katarina Yuri

I do not own the illustration. Source: Pinterest.com

The shatters shatter shatter

So fragile it won't be better

Drop disorderly, what a manner

In a crowd won't be heard the clatter

Find the pieces like broken trust

Yet the tinies turn into specks of dust

Forsaken patience cauldron is now frozen

Too cold it stabs your every solitude bone

The shatters shatter shatter

My shadows wish it happened never

Fix it with regrets glue

Perfect figure won't come - it's true

Although it is alike not, it's you.

Lifehack: Fix Ma Brooch

O Greetings!

*with a bit sorrow feeling of depressed and shocked face*

How do you feel when you break something that you are supposed to take care of it the most? I hate to say this T_T

I love collecting brooches instead of wearing them often because I'm too afraid for breaking or making them dirty. One day, it happened. The only Victorian brooch I have fell down on the floor when I was trying to pin it on my work shirt. I don't know what it is made of, all I know is kind of stone, and it was shattered in pieces when it touched the ground.

There will be no other brooch like this huhuhu T_T

Why was I so sadly reckless T_T

Thinking I still could fix it, I gathered all stickable the pieces and left it in the drawer until I bought a strong adhesive glue.

Thank god it looked like a brooch again, even though there are pieces can't be flawlessly clinged. After all, I'm satisfied with my fixing.

Tadaaa~~
*and then mourning to see the rough cuts*

It may sound too serious, but I saw those pieces are like broken trust. In one time, we had ever done something that let our beloved ones down. We clearly saw the cracks, the scratches, or whatever it was, which are never be united. We could fix it, but would never be the same again.

Poem Post #4: Call Me Kartini - Collaboration with Maz Leon!

This poem was made by Maz Leon, my college friend, my senior, the popular and young Indonesian poets in his circle lol. It was originally made in Bahasa Indonesia but it was translated into English by me for our English Club bulletin board at college. This poem was dedicated to commemorate one of the well-known woman figures in Indonesia, Raden Ajeng Kartini, which was celebrated every April 21st.

Call Me Kartini

© 2015 Maz Leon & Katarina Yuri

We do not own the illustration.

The piece of past – I am

The voice that keeps timing – I am

The ordinary girl – I am

Kartini – call me by that name

For my ripples of weeping

Uncertainly keeps falling

Then it is written to you poignantly

Have you ever missed

or only just kissed?

No, I’m naked still

In mother’s womb that is quiet eternally

But listen please,

Listen to this singing scream

Just a name – I am

Who is called on a period of time

Who for a moment does sorrow squeal through a quill

Now Kartini is just memory

My piece of letter is hung in agony

I don’t know

Even though the light stays still

This desire with the whole hands of mine is prepared for a reason

Not for doing nothing

Not for raving

Also not for lively pretending

Be the gleam which is calming

Let the dark be exuviated, but you stay surely strong

May you hear them

In every kind of shapes

Kartini – call me by that name

This quiet singing belongs to me

What A Doomed Hectic Schedule

In an ashy empty room,

At the corner, I'm a gloom.

Imagining a wonder land of mushroom,

This pity life feels like the doom.

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*doomed feeling*

Holy cat! Twenty four hours a day seem never enough that I sometimes wish for. What I really need is a plenty of time to look for some Gothspiration and write more about Gothy stuff or another product review and other things. The good thing is I'm trying to be able again to work on the drafts left on this abandoned blog. :(

This is truth, these days never let me do something peacefully alone. Nine hours of working, four hours of studying, another hours of doing household, homework and whatnot, and the hours left for a lacking sleep. Since when did a privacy become so expensive?

OK now cut that crap. This site is not for sighing. *put the collars high*

Lately I found myself exploring culinary stuff around Central Jakarta and West Jakarta, so I had been trying various yummy dines with my boyfriend during the college vacation. This thing makes us gain weights about 4-5 kilograms.. How much is it in pounds? xD

Now, the vacation was over which means I'm back into the college life, facing the papers for mid-term exam and being organized in the students organization of English major. I should write about this here.

The life of Corp Goth won't just end, it is about to be continue... Wish me luck (and some health) ! :)