Sweetest Things

I love sweet things.

Sweet words which is coming from sweet lips.

Sweet actions which are represent from sweet promises.

Sweet regards in every sweet morning and night.

Sweet touch for every my sweet tear.

Sweet choices to pick all the sweet options.

Sweet journey with sweet traveling.

 

The sweet grand thing is sweet talk with my sweetheart.

And for every sweet thing, there’s only sweet reason to live, is you sweet heart.

 

So, keep your sweetness, Bubu…

Your sweetheart.

 

Menara Batavia, 18 March 2011

Happy Interview, sweety!

 

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No Life

The Arrow tries to give a sign where to go but the reason push to stay.

Sincerity not yet coming till the reason is full with pride.

And it buried the happiness in the deepest heart.

 

No one understands the feeling.

Coffee will just remain as a smell not the taste then.

The love song just can represent the ten percent of the situation.

 

And everyone claim themselves as a tired one.

Until the opportunity to explain the feeling are null.

 

Grab a newspaper to avoid the crowd.

Sit in a corner of a room.

Accompany by the shadow.

Nerdy has emerged because of situation.

 

So pathetic.

 

 

Menara Batavia. 16 March 2011

17.00 WIB

Only God knows…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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shape.curve.line.dot

Shape.

Whatever happen in this world, just believe i am a part of your work.

Curve.

No need to worry, i still flat.

I never want to be obsessed to make it swirl.

Line.

No need to explain for the length you reach.

I never want to be complicated to make it straight.

Dot.

No need to emphasize your bold.

I never underestimated for your existences.

Kemang. 25 Mei 2010

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a.big.nothing

I dont do elimination.
Even i feel better to disappear without comparison.
I dont do hello for a new one just for fun.
Even i feel better to say bored everytime without moving.
I dont get jealous for such related to material issue.
But i dont wanna you get rid of my right.
But i have to burn it out, rite?

I know i am just a big nothing.
Pretending to be a social volunteer for everypeople in my circle.
Pretending the issue is coming from the unbalance between chaotic and politic.
Pretending the stage is only performed by clown.
Pretending the big drama are out of focus from the scenario and a missing lyrics from an indie band.

I am absolutely nomaden robot who just controlled by your thoughts and order.
Your words are my command.
Just believe me, i am so heartless to have a dream.
Just believe me, the past is only a fireworks in my dreams.
Just believe me, you must believe what i said for this time.
Just believe me for everynothing is me.
As you said, i couldnt live without you since you create me.

And the conclusion is i am just a big nothing creature without feature or a future.

Kemang. 29Maret2009
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Secret Heart

Ssst… its secret.

Please dont tell anybody, including your ‘Lucky-luck bestfriend’

I wanna share you my closet-thinking that i was draw in my mind a minute ago.

Yes… its only taking a few second to imagine how i feel about you. Sorry, i feel so bad to talk directly. Yah, you know it better so dont ask me to explain the reason again and again.

Here is my-imaginative-closet-story..

I upon my moon. Staring the dark edge of the nite. Only a few liltle creature around me. Beside me is you,  reading me a book. A book is all about what you think from the first time you saw me until a day before you read all the story. I feel so surprised for what you’ve just shared to me. But, you make me confuse suddenly. You said, its only a story not more. Your expression looks so worried and i cant hear you breathing. I feel this moment so dramatic. Then, you said…’But the last story is not the end… it could be unhappily ever after’. Gosh, i literally feel so depressed at that time. I feel worried. I recognize, you will send me a bad story as representative of your unwillingness to be happy with me and another annoying-absurd-coward thinking.

You show me a blank page behind the about-me-last-day story. Our face are meeting in one horizon below the moon light. Even we could see clearly our shadow. ‘sorry.. today, i just wanna say… i give up to write only in a book.’ You said softly. Then, suddenly you taking my breath away. Oh.. sorry, i mean you taking my life away.

I could hardly believe you can say a word ‘give-up’ to me. A word that full of effortless. A word that you already promise to me will never be present in our relationship in whatever things happen. I cry. You cry. Then, what? Should i cry louder than you to emphasize who’s the one couldnt understand what kind of situation it is.

You hold me so tight and ask me why am i crying for. I could only say ‘how could you do that to me, you are so mean!’ You shocked then said ‘what? Am i a mean person since i write everything about you day to day and let my feelings out now?’. Absoultely, missunderstand is happen between us.

‘so why you should said give – up?’ Yeah… suddenly you laugh so outloud when i ask you so.

‘hahhaha… i know what you think, my lady… you must be thinking that i will give up to survive for building our love and now, i already give you a big question – what is blank page about? Rite?’

Yeah, you are so right. So? Explain me hurry before i get another drama in my mind.

‘i leave the blank page to ask you one question. Its still same question. A question that i ever asked you a month after we met. I know you know it. Please…’ i cry louder than before. You give me a various color pen. I’m not sure, my body still loyal with my soul now. I take the blue one. I write ‘sorry’ You looks so dissapointed. ‘its okay, i’m fine’ you said.

And i dont do nothing but take the purple one to write ‘i couldnt’. And you give a smile and said ‘thanks for everythings’ and i take the red one from your hand then write ‘say NO’. Your best hug and kiss are surely come so fast into me after you read the whole sentence repeatedly.

‘’So… i will read this as ‘sorry, i couldnt say No’ rite?’’

‘’Ya.’’

‘’It means, its all.. yes?’’

‘’No hesitate, dear..’’

And the another story goes…


Thats all… Ssst… Please just keep between us. Because its all my secret heart…

Kemang, 18 March 2010

18:00

Its not wonderland, i realize. Its a real, rite? Just keep it until the time is coming.

#ilookssogombaldotcom.. hahaha…

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the wind blow

The wind blow said to my self:

“See over the time.. The incredible voice surely overstay in ur mind.

See over the past… The absurdity space is there..”

Me? Even, i cant figure it out.

The wind blow said another words to me:

“Hi Ivory, it needs space and time to travel. Dont push everything so hard.”

I just realize, i even do not know what kind of conversation it is. Why am i supposed to talk to the wind blow? And why i really wanna know another words spoke by them?

I look up. Stare them all. Try to see the points.

The wind blow still in front of me. I can feel the energy.

The wind blow get closer and said:

“The only thing i know is… i have to make you believe that i’m gonna hold you and go with me then never back to the past. Make you believe, theres no other absurdity in space and keep my words on your mind. Just travel with me around the time until you realize the energy is true. Until you know how to figure it out and do not have to ask another silly question just to make you stand.”

090210

emiremiremir…please read carefully…

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Sebuah Cerita Dari Awal Februari

Hanya sebuah rima dalam sebuah perempat waktu.
Tertiup oleh angin lalu terhempas dengan sia – sia.
Berabad menyembah lalu ditikam.
Mengharap semuanya membisu seperti arca.

Denyutnya bersautan dalam sebuah ruang konspirasi.
Waktunya terbatas pada sebuah janji.
Hingga ditengah takdir menjadi nasib tanpa sisi.

Mungkin memang benar ucap para petani.
Tak perlu beradu mata untuk menuai benih.
Tak perlu wangsit untuk membasmi.
Semua cukup dengan tenangi diri.

Tak perlu berlari.
Tak perlu emosi.
Tetap penuh janji.
Hingga semua sisi terisi.
Hingga tak perlu hiraukan konspirasi.
Hingga tak perlu lagi sendiri.

Kemang. 010210.
18:41 WIB

Dalam batas kembali menjadi kaca pada diri sendiri.
Dalam batas untuk berlindung dari ancaman diri sendiri.
Dalam jeda pada takdir dan nasib.
Dalam ruang tanpa sisi.
Dalam kemewahan kata – kata penuh konspirasi.

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The Spirit

I thought I was a dreamer.

I thought I was a speaker.

And until yet… I realize… I am more than a dreamer or speaker.

I am a spirit.

Like a sun.

Burn out all the part of universe.

In a one time, I become a light.

I made everybody could see anything.

In a one time, I fade away.

It doesn’t meant the spirit go away.

The sun goes to be a defeater for the moon.

And let the moon take his part.

The sun will not get away from the moon.

The sun promises to give the light reflection to the moon until the universe rotating.

 

 

 

 

11 Agustus 2009

Pamulang

[ For Papa… in one month after you go away ]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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And She’s Now…

She said the world is never on there.

He said “Just please… Stop it, I would never there.”

He said no more.

She said so many reasons were only faults.

She’s asking him to be a liar.

He rejects it!

And she’s flying away now.

Flying like he ever did.

1 July 2009

Pamulang

[ I already at home and this is the declaration]

== a past-that-still-last-on-my-phone-poem ==

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The Language of Season

 

Hey .. Do you remember what you said, that “No sunny day is good enough?”

Yeah.. you are so right.

I felt it.

Even, I was there.

 

When the rain already stopped falling,

My happiness also wiped out and slowly went to their new positions, under my shadow.

They rejected the up position and their existence.

They said they will come out again when the sun fades away.

 

And you know what?

They said… they also need the rain.

Since after the rain, there is always a rainbow.

And then, I remember how you ever told me how you adore the rain.

Then, I realize your words are pretty sweet enough to cheer me up.

Then, I turn my perception.

Sunny or rainy.. It’s a matter of how you feel it.

It’s a matter of how you believe the happiness inside of them.

 

Now, I understand, of what you said that “every season speaks with different language rite?”

 

 

 

Pamulang, 14 Agustus 2009

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