Saturday, November 18, 2017

Kita Dan Kata

Membungkam berhadapan kursi tak bernyawa.
Hujan terbahak dengan gemuruhnya.
Bertukar cerita dengan kopi melalui nadi.
Terlalu erat dipeluk sunyi.

Tanpa saksi hanya angin di beranda.
Hanya ukiran lalu menghias tanpa nada.
Bahwasanya mereka berbincang tanpa suara.
Rahasia rindu yang dibalut lara.

Detik berlari dengan kilat.
Meretas memori dalam kotak cokelat.
Bayangan pencipta elegi.
Merasuki akal sehat hingga terbunuh mati.

Pada sumpah dunia berada,
Rasa yang terbaring di atas keranda.
Bertingkah agung setara artis.
Belaka diam bertenggang puitis.

- SDA x Arch -

Friday, November 17, 2017

How Come?

Two nights in a row write something new.
About how and when, to name a few.
Going out with the most delicate girl at the prom.
Will never happened from where I came from.

I'll never be the tightest.
A dying sun shines the brightest.
It always happens after eleven.
Too curious that you can't even.

Doodling creatures from a perfect world.
Being the one who winning but your stomach hurled.
No connection or whatsoever among your friends.
A simple sentence leading to where it all ends.

Those energies you said you were trying to embrace.
They shall reap in ashes not leaving any trace.
Recovering faith, but maybe just a little bit.
The dream stands still, you're just not in it.

Tuesday, November 7, 2017

Last Encounter

The day has come.
He made up his mind.

Kind of resolution.
A little bit revolution.

No more of,"She was there."
This is the last Tuesday.

He's no longer the main option.
Not even an option, apparently.

No more gazing through the hole.
'Cause you're the brain then you're to blame.

Maybe his kicks won't be as sharp anymore.
But at least his brain won't splat anywhere.

He hopes she took a very good look at him.
Because that might be her last encounter.

He sure realized those didn't rhyme.
Well, maybe another time.

7 November 2017, 21.37.

Friday, October 13, 2017

Silver Lining

Taking effort trying not to lose my grip.
Even though I'm three years ahead of you,
In this relationship.

I don't mind going nowhere by bus.
I'm just terrified living in a world,
Where there's no us.

Some people may take photographs.
But I prefer paragraphs.

Can't decide what's worse;
Staying up all night,
Or always forcing yourself to sleep,
Then always waking up at dawn?

Well, I'll just gonna play along.
I don't even notice anymore,
When you play our song.

I'm feeling kinda artsy now.
Feeling relieved,
That I don't have to make a vow.

Don't take the positive out of everything.
Take the negative and fucking fix it.
You know,
Silver Lining.

Friday, October 6, 2017

If I could mail it,
The doubts and regrets in my thoughts,
I would gladly make a toast,
And release it all form my drafts.

Friday, September 29, 2017

He Misses You

I know that we haven't spoken for awhile.
How we teach ourselves grow apart.
Is it so hard to hit dial?
Turn the world upside down and have a fresh start.

Long trips and quick getaways.
To avoid seeing how beautiful you bloom.
Wondering how my life would be if she stays.
We were inseparable, but now we can't even be in the same room.

How sad it was to stay in your own thoughts.
Guessing how crowded the ambience of your wits.
Asking myself about you tying the knots.
Remembering our throne and it just fits.

Telling people to be up and about.
Seeing that maybe you still having a doubt.
Watching a movie and missed the preview.
Wasting time and money just to tell that he misses you.

Saturday, September 2, 2017

Still Nothing

Not that I'm looking forward to that travelling train.
Or that we will crash and burn inside this never ending trip.
They said that it will be fun to walk in the rain.
Her only logic will eventually as much as a sinking ship.

It's only logical, said the one and only Mr. Spock.
Nothing came close to whatever she had in her mind.
Granted to whoever arrives in her tiny little sock.
Every other direction then goes left behind.

Later, she assumed that was because her departure.
Sadly, I'm just simply back to what I were when she wasn't there.
Even when she claimed she was in a torture.
Willing to die to receive every man can share. 

Obtain permission to tear the world apart.
Realize that she can still change her everyday.
Kind of odd if you think this is come from a sincere heart.
Delightful prison is a place when you can't have your own way.