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.

Friday, September 1, 2017

Square One

Two sides of a story, one step at a time.
Wondering why, when, who, or what could've been.
On the edge of my seat where the inspirations rhyme.
Killing expectations because of everything we've seen.

I have tried starting from the scratch.
None of it stopping me from staying in my bed.
Down to the bottom of an unlockable latch.
Side to side where she painted her world red.

Words are you filled the jar with predictable lies.
All around the earth's atmosphere.
Voices meant to be written instead of being wise.
Every inch withdraws ourselves just to make it clear.

Since it's apparently useless facing the truth.
I realize that I'm always going back to square one.
Only to find that there is no fountain of youth.
Nevertheless we both agree that what's done is done.

Wednesday, August 23, 2017


Being such an illusion to the unidentified memories.
A world full of lies about unicorn and fairies.
Coming from a consciousness full of distress.
Keep falling down from taking a guess.

Dozens of desserts which fall off the table.
On the edge of the hill and your emotion's unstable.
Wonder if we can call it a tragedy or an anomaly.
Nothing came close to what you call a family.

Since when breaking hearts being a state of art?
Think about the time we drifted apart.
Old mistakes and old doubts are keeping me preoccupied.
Putting lemons on the scars and letting it bleed aside.

Pondering alone as if today is our last day.
Rest assured that it was only a foul play.
As long as the gravity works on the science fit.
Yet stumbled upon chaos to the bottomless pit.

Paradise Canceled

A lifetime struggling in this kind of mess.
No signs of miracle it will be any less.
Two spaces apart that no one would believe.
In a small crack that breaks the silence causing relieve.

Down that road everyone thought would be scary.
On scale one to ten that turns out to be ordinary.
Time apparently answers if it does not heal.
Every path we took where dreams can be real.

Testimonials for this lost cause.
Open your eyes and see what you cost.

The phase that took small pieces of you away.
Hauling our breath and haunting everyday.
Is this how it feels to be not so special?
Spending your free time to be superficial.

Heard that you're trying so hard to be bold.
It's terrifying to know what future will hold.
Getting your way with that fake ids.
Hoping to put their mind at ease.

Heaven's closed and there's no room for romance.
Only a knowledge of there's no such thing as second chance.
Playing victim fishing for another guilt.
Eloping as sign that another wall is being rebuilt.

Sunday, June 18, 2017

Long Lost Love

All seeing eye that sees through a thin line.
You already have yours and I already have mine.
Setting fire giving chills to your bone.
How do you expect to see your own gravestone?

Imagine you are finding your long lost love.
A magic that does the trick from up above
Thinking all the things that you've been done.
Figured all night that she might be the one.

Looking for forgiveness across the universe.
As you dig deeper only to find that things just got worse.
Sleepless nights with quotes written on the glass.
Those eye bags represent the middle-class.

Tell me everything will be just fine.
Amuse me with stories over a bottle of wine.
As we grow old and secrets burden in our spines.
Your love is illogical, it's magical.

Wednesday, May 10, 2017

Table For One

Twelve o'clock it's three drinks breezing cold.
Three o'clock it's five where they were growing old.
Talking about work in front of the under-graduated.
Catching dreams from the feelings that are complicated.

Shouting while cursing like nobody's around.
Observe, but closing the curtain, yet they bound.
Tightening torque inside cheap skinny jeans.
In a cup filled with nothing but saturated fat beans.

A long bench with no residents, its just standing still.
Forcing sleep against the power of will.
If they even aware the human being around or just clones.
Looking down with no smile upon those smartphones.

Sometimes we know someone from her playlist.
Driven away when she saved a melody that barely exist.
You can learn so much from this table for one.
A million type of blazing hell to the midnight sun.

We know you lied that you're not interested,
In time travelling shit knowing you were wasted.
Since we can't outrun each other every Tuesday,
It's killing me that I can't even say,"Hey".

Friday, April 28, 2017


Cerita ini hanya didengar oleh aku dan secangkir kopi
Dua baris paragraf yang mengisahkan bingkisan bercorak magenta.
Empat bangku dengan dua orang di seberang dan berkawankan sepi.
Mereka bersua sedangkan aku mati dibunuh kata.

Telah tiba hari di mana nurani sampai di pertigaan.
Antara ladang kering atau tanah penuh genangan.
Tertera tanda memutar balik yang dapat menjadi pilihan.
Kaki terpaku pilu, kaku tak mampu berjalan.

Ratusan konsultasi dilancarkan kepada seorang insan.
Bukan rayuan, bukan keluhan, bukan juga roman picisan.
Hanya rintihan, selingan perputaran roda kehidupan.
Ini baru permulaan, di ujung sana terdapat titik persekutuan.