Saturday, March 10, 2018

The Useless One

Meet the mother.
A loving wife.
A part-time gardener.
Showing how to live a life.
Working hard as a bargainer.
Always simple and being an example.
The kindest person under the roof.
Never leave things undone.
The loved one.

Meet the father.
Solid as a rock.
Pushing himself on a morning walk.
A designated driver.
A corporate survivor.
Even though he had never be fun,
He's the responsible one.

Meet the sister.
She's always there.
She's everywhere.
Being a wonderful mid-wife.
Already figured out her life.
Praised by the family.
Oozing so clammily.
As silent as a nun.
She's the smart one.

Meet the son.
Laying around like a dog with no job.
As useful as a cobb.
In his twenties and unemployed.
Took his test so long.
Like the intro of every song of Pink Floyd.
Even though he got straight A's.
From his birth to his high school graduation.
Even he was the ace.
Now he seems like he's at the end of the station.
Just point his head with a handgun.
Because he's the useless one.

Tuesday, January 23, 2018


She's not unbearable, just too predictable.
Even though it's not fair,
For me or for her, to compare.

Making me better than being with myself.
Not keeping my mind in my own shelf.
To prevent me drowning in my own haunt.
That is simply what I want.

Even though I don't feel the tingling,
Slowly, I'm healing.

Maybe I just can't wait.
Because everybody needs a clean slate.

Picking up from what we left but it was different.
Getting some tonight then act indifferent.
Try to talk highly but she's not on the same level.
Sort of having a conversation in the medieval.

Trying to ignore her, for stating the obvious,
She had no idea, totally oblivious.

Friday, December 29, 2017


No lies, consider it done.
Exchanging smiles, from day one.

No more playing, no more second thought.
I'll never try to make you something that you're not.

Making you laugh,
Writing our own autobiograph.

These are not promises,
These are vows.

Erasing this lost cause.
Hoping we unpause.

Tuesday, December 19, 2017

How Ordinary Are You?

Stepping into the light.
Stars, they unite.

Living in a denial.

Placing death on a speed dial.

Future with no face.

Where troubles take place.

One day it feels okay.

Then god says,"Not today."

Dreaming of a perfect world.

A life of the uncurled.

Another tale of a question.

Add a third party in that equation.

Being married to sorrow.

Gonna try,
First thing tomorrow.

Thursday, December 7, 2017

The One

Telling these stories hoping a clean slate.
About you know what and you know who.
Years too far and years too late.
About when I fell and which I blew.

Searching for The One.
They said.
What comes after The One?
The next one.
The other one.
They said.

For better or worse, she chooses.
Getting out of formality.
Every little details every little excuses.
Making path out of technicality.

All these years I've been listening,
To my own gate, opening.
Always looking.
Secretly wishing.

Tuesday, November 21, 2017

Loose Ends

How the hell a text message can ruin your day?
Let me tell you how my days go so far. Not going to class, stress-eating almost everday, didn’t go to train at all, and today I’m walking to the atm to draw some money on my campus, in the rain, with a pair of jeans and a sweater, and went back to my dorm. Internet is mean, I’m telling you.

A blog supposed to be a modern diary, a place when you are spitting out about everything. So here goes  a big one. I’m questioning my decisions since I’ve finished my high school. To be honest, mostly regret. I’m a big irony. I’m regretting that I joined this, let’s just call it: The Sea. The two bottomline is two of the biggest bottomline that everyone has, life and love. If I never joined The Sea, I would never be this much of a mess. I will be just stay fat, finished my college by now, getting a corporate monkey job, earning money, living my life. If I never joined the sea, I would be getting over my first love, not getting the second heartbreak from someone I thought my soulmate for life, virgin and happy, until finally the one comes along, loving my love. I’m always telling myself to not having any regret, no wondering, no what ifs no maybes, no buts, but I’m exploding with all of those now. I’m a human after all.
So now, bye bye healthy life, bye bye diploma, and bye bye love.

Can I just pack my bags, run off somewhere, and start a new life?

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 -