Tuesday, November 27, 2018

One

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Different angle, different view
Still a huge hole to fill in

No man can always play detective
Just seeing things, with another perspective
In a game that can't be won
That one game, nobody can outrun

Seeing reflective on a puddle
Risking everything to put the one on the middle
Wondering around looking for the aftermath
Instead, found a chaos bloodbath

One could only wonder, imagining
Between one's brain and one's heart, crashing
On the side of the beach, standing
In one's own thought, sinking

Slit on one wrist, how can one live?
So much demands with so little to give
Simple things like a stupid pun
Don't even mind to be called the other one

One's keep reminding not to worry
But the other has to be hurry
Sharing future as a common goal
To be half or to be whole

Thursday, October 25, 2018

My Other Pair Of Shoe

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We were not actually off to a rocky start
Just planning what to eat or add our shopping cart
From the deepest of my heart
We will never be apart

This is not actually a poem, it's a letter
Although we know you deserve better

I sincerely wished we never lost the last three years
Maybe you didn't know that somehow I live in fears
I wouldn't, but I shouldn't be sad
Couldn't be upset over something I never had

I'm sorry if this is all too cheesy
Too fond of words to be even a little breezy

I won't know the future nor who you will marry
Lessons we learned that I'll always carry
Giving me tons of wildest memories
Slowly fading, taming my inner beast

Without saying those three words
Without hoping you say,"I do too"
Just know that, I really do
You're my other pair of shoe

Wednesday, October 17, 2018

Closure

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Another story ends early this morning
A literal example from a bad decision
Another story, another beginning
A haunted house yet another mansion

Some things broken, all systems fail
Believes change, paper crusts
Showed up in the form of mail
Getting out of empty trusts

She can hear colors out of the blue
Scratches not only form my thumb
Patching things up out of pity
Nothing does matter, already numb

It's great actually, a view from above
Leaving traces while sitting peacefully
Enough said, we all outta love
The time has eventually come,
To take everything,

I mean EVERYTHING,

Easily.

Monday, May 7, 2018

Abu Abu

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Satu

Dua

Delapan

Berimpit di antara semua warna.
Tercampur hingga tak kasat mata.
Menggambarkan titik nol, dari ataupun menuju.
Hanya satu abstrak yang tak terucap kata.

Ketika terlalu banyak mengambil salah langkah.
Berada pada buku yang sama namun lain halaman.
Atau lembar yang sama pada karya yang berbeda..
Di antara dua hal yang berlawanan.

Satu keputusan, memutuskan asa.
Memungkiri keunggulan lawan di atas kertas.
Untuk pengakuan yang tersebar di luar sana.
Mewakili delapan titik tanpa batas.

Sunday, April 1, 2018

Stalker 101: Prolog.

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There was once,
When the birds stop singing,
When the kids stop playing,
When the dads stop caring,
When the hopeless stops praying.

I rise, when this big-white-floating thingy shows itself, avoiding pedestrians in my hoodie and direct sunlight. I'm not some kind of mystic creature that haunts living things with sharp claws or sharp teeth. My eyes are brown, my blood is red, I breath oxygen, and all my hair and nails are perfectly trimmed. Looking at the people fighting at the crossroad. Some people shouting, some people honking, some people pointing at things, those popping veins on their foreheads, the traffic lights keep changing colors. Seeing that girl not noticing she's been walking her dog with her dog's shit under her shoes. Catching at the right moment when that man lights his cigarette on the wrong end. That robbery over there, with a man holding a big bag of money and the policemen are chasing him. You can really see everything from up here. Some people choose to be ignorance, some people are just plain stupid. I choose to ignore that woman, about three miles over there with her green binoculars.

In the end, this internet thing is finally deciding to stay, after all. More nudity, more violence, more bullying. Browsing through this entire forum, discussing how a small creature can cause a horrifying, slow, painful death. It's inspiring, though. Even a small flap of butterfly wings can set off a horrible storm somewhere. I look everywhere. Everyone's got their own iPhone. Everyone's looking down. It's an epidemic. A fucking real zombie apocalypse, if you will. Along with their routine. Get up at eight, go to work, having lunch at twelve, finish at five, swearing on the traffic at six, dinner at seven, relaxing after dinner, and what I mean by relaxing is: checking on their smartphone simultaneously (if you're alone as fuck), and then go to bed at ten or eleven, get up at eight, and so on. Me, on the other hand, fucking hate routine. I do different things everyday. If one thing is consistent about my life, it's inconsistency.

Do you know that after mating, the female praying mantis eats the male's head off? Just leaving him there to die. Don't trust any woman. I mean, at first. You bring your feelings first, and sure enough you'll get your head bitten off. I threw away the idea of being in love a long time ago. In spite of people blaming anyone else for what bad they experienced, you of all people should know, that you should take a second look in the nearest mirror and think. What made them did what they did. Were you the reason they did what they did? Did they got back at you from something you did? My point is: blame yourself.

The white flag in your house turns into yellow.
The girl or her idea that you should follow.
When you see me, don't expect me to say hello,
I'm not that kind of fellow.

As soon as I get down from this building, life of the people in this list are never gonna be the same again, for better or worse. They will say that this was none of my business. Actually, that is my business. How, you ask? That is none of your business.

Saturday, March 10, 2018

The Useless One

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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

Oblivious

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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.