Our Times

I love the situation we have made.

I love when we talk the serious things, maybe laughing how the worlds play game with us.

I love to imagine how his face when he heard what I said

I love imagine the silent of him, thinking to giving back my words.

I love the way he laughing, know that I got him.

I love it.

Knowing we share the silent night together, even the shadow keep hiding us together.

Knowing he reply what I say, even with the question or the statement.

Knowing he talk bout his self, his trouble, his way, and his precious things.

I am missing him.

Missing how his lips make a smile.

Missing how his laughing, because my silly jokes.

Missing how his eyes looking through the world, who always make a game with him.

I imagine bout him.

Imagine the way he takes the cigarette; get the fire, quiet calmly breath, and release the smoke.

Imagine how the smoke swirled around him, makes a figure out.

Imagine how we meet together sometimes.

Imagine how situation that we have made, now.

3.00 AM

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Night is so silence at that time.

When I can hear my roommates breathe slowly in her sleep.

When I can hear a little bird voice outer somewhere

When I can see all of the shadow that runs to my thoughts

When I can just sit in front of my laptop, see the black wallpaper who reflects my face

It’s just good to have that time

Maybe my mom will angry and said, “What are you doing? It’s too late, and you just wasting your time to meaningless.”

“Why just go to sleep now?” comes from my strict brother.

And my heroic father will turn on his roil face and deeply say, “Go to sleep, right now, young lady.”

Well, it’s juts too late for them to warn me.

You know? May be its not healthy for me, and you can see the panda eyes at my face. But I can’t stop it.

I can do many things at that time.

The ideas come over me.

And my brain will do the job more over that time.

Not a meaningless time for me, but denotative ones.

Sometimes the time will bring a miracle for me.

Last time a check it that time brings me the place to run.

My second shelter is already been founded, but just keep it be mine.

Okay?

L.O.V.E

Is this what it's like when you're in love?

The eyes will always be looking for his figures

The lips will always talk about him

If that's true, I'm in love.

Is this what it's like when you're in love?

Feet will always walks follow him

The hand will always want to touch his self

If that's true, I'm in love

Is this what it's like when you're in love?

The mind will always think about him

Images will always imagined him

If that's true, I'm in love

Is this what it's like when you're in love?

Hands Feet Eyes Mind lips Imagine

Always centered on him

If that's true, I really was in love.

The Story:

Well, for the first time you will bet that I'm in love. But sorry guys, I'm not. :D

Gue nggak lagi jatuh cinta kok. Gue cuma lagi pengen bikin poem buat temen-temen gue yang sedang gedebuk lope *Ini temuan terbaru kita (Gue dan BuTarjo) dalam kosa kata bahasa indonesia kita yang pas-pasan.

Daan.. yaah, tidak memungkiri kok, I wanna fall in love with someone, who truly fall in love with me too. Hahaha..

Gue adalah tipe orang yang akan bilang 'Give Up' jika ternyata gue rasa tuh cowok yang sempet gue gebet bakalan sampe mati gak ada feeling ma gue. Daripada gue jadinya sakit hati.

Dan pengalaman gue menunggu seorang cowok -yang entah kenapa gak pernah berani bilang suka ke gue dalam waktu 3 tahun belakang ini- sudah membuat gue sadar dan believe that this statement is the only rite path.

And give me the comment for this poem, okay?

Puisi Malam

Malam, 23.10, Oktober 22, 2008.
With the eyes that almost closed,
for my friend who feel lost after meet him.




Hening.
Ketika kalimat itu menusukku.
Berkali-kali.
Sampai hati ini berdarah-darah.
Sampai mata ini berair-air.
Sampai tubuh ini gemetaran.

Sunyi.
Ketika terasa dia benar-benar pergi.
Jauh ke ujung.
Sampai tangan ini tak bisa menggapainya.
Sampai kaki ini lelah melangkah.
Sampai tubuh ini terjatuh.

Diam.
Ketika dia berpaling menjauh.
Ketika semua dunia terasa berputar.
Ketika semua tak terasa di diri ini lagi.

Kesakitan.
Karena ternyata aku seorang pesakitan.
Kesedihan.
Karena aku ternyata seorang yang menyedihkan.
Kebingungan.
Karena aku kehilangan dirimu.