She’s a sunflower in the summer
Laugh between a cry
She started the rain
She stopped the rain
Twisted mind
This is like heading back to the summer. But more slowly this time. With these notes that I've made, I’m standing here in this town. Convincing myself that you will know someday, that I'm here.
Pray.
Monday, November 21, 2011
Sunday, November 20, 2011
Midnight Thought
It's okay to know that I'm not that good in the game that I was playing (or the one that I made?). But, yeah, things seems to be okay for now.
Yep, for now.
Honestly, I'm not quite good at this game, but I promise I won't make any pother with this.
Guess what? I think God has a master plan for me, a great plan. Think about it, I've been doing something hard to do, and I guess I'm on a right way now. Don't know, just guessing.
Busyness has just begun. Well, all the damned things that wasted my time has gone, I wonder if I could forget about it.
Never mind.
Yep, for now.
Honestly, I'm not quite good at this game, but I promise I won't make any pother with this.
Guess what? I think God has a master plan for me, a great plan. Think about it, I've been doing something hard to do, and I guess I'm on a right way now. Don't know, just guessing.
Busyness has just begun. Well, all the damned things that wasted my time has gone, I wonder if I could forget about it.
Never mind.
Sunday, October 16, 2011
There Is
Ambience. They took me to the most comfortable midnight.
Dark and cloudy night.
Should we all wake up?
Gravity. They took me to the higher place.
A breeze in the autumn.
Snuggle down.
There is a world behind you that you haven't seen
A dream about another home on the clouds
No it's not about a movie scene
But can't you just imagine?
If we could have another story
Holding hands and just begin
A new chapter of your life
Dark and cloudy night.
Should we all wake up?
Gravity. They took me to the higher place.
A breeze in the autumn.
Snuggle down.
There is a world behind you that you haven't seen
A dream about another home on the clouds
No it's not about a movie scene
But can't you just imagine?
If we could have another story
Holding hands and just begin
A new chapter of your life
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Penantian Musim
Pada kali pertama, yang dia inginkan hanyalah menyendiri. Ya, setelah kabar di musim panas dari merpati itu, perahu kecil tak lagi banyak bersuara. Tapi tidak sebelum ini, perahu kecil seringkali berkata bahwa dia hanya ingin mencoba untuk tidak terus bergantung pada angin yang membawanya. Ia kini tersudut di sisi sungai kecil, berpikir.
Apakabar kau, wahai angin?
Apakah kau bahagia?
Jelas saja, dia pasti bahagia, dia memiliki banyak awan yang mendorongnya untuk terus berpindah. Sementara perahu kecil itu hanya punya seekor merpati yang terus menemaninya walau ia tak banyak bicara. Konsep bahagia itu belum berubah, perahu kecil melihatnya sebagai, "angin akan bahagia walaupun perahu kecil tak berlayar". Tanpa mengetahui benar atau salah dari konsep bahagianya itu, perahu kecil terus berasumsi bahwa ia benar-benar masih membutuhkan angin untuk membawanya.
Dimana kau, wahai angin?
Sudahkah kau bahagia?
Lalu musim panas perlahan seperti berhenti. Harapan perahu kecil untuk bisa bertemu kembali dengan angin kini sirna sudah. Bukan menyerah, ia hanya tak mau terus berada di bawah bayangan pohon besar yang selama ini melindunginya dari apapun. Konsep bahagia itu kini berubah. "Aku pasti akan bahagia kalau aku bisa mendapatkan angin di musim yang lain". Lalu perahu kecil pun membentangkan layarnya dan sudah siap untuk melewati semuanya. Ya, semua suka dan duka yang menantinya.
Wahai angin.
Semoga kau bahagia.
Kini aku siap mengarungi luasnya lautan.
Aku siap melihat banyak awan di atas layarku.
Aku siap untuk mendengar kabar dari merpati bahwa kau bahagia.
Sampai jumpa di lain waktu.
Sampai jumpa di konsep lain dari bahagia.
Catatan musim panas.
Perahu kecil.
Apakabar kau, wahai angin?
Apakah kau bahagia?
Jelas saja, dia pasti bahagia, dia memiliki banyak awan yang mendorongnya untuk terus berpindah. Sementara perahu kecil itu hanya punya seekor merpati yang terus menemaninya walau ia tak banyak bicara. Konsep bahagia itu belum berubah, perahu kecil melihatnya sebagai, "angin akan bahagia walaupun perahu kecil tak berlayar". Tanpa mengetahui benar atau salah dari konsep bahagianya itu, perahu kecil terus berasumsi bahwa ia benar-benar masih membutuhkan angin untuk membawanya.
Dimana kau, wahai angin?
Sudahkah kau bahagia?
Lalu musim panas perlahan seperti berhenti. Harapan perahu kecil untuk bisa bertemu kembali dengan angin kini sirna sudah. Bukan menyerah, ia hanya tak mau terus berada di bawah bayangan pohon besar yang selama ini melindunginya dari apapun. Konsep bahagia itu kini berubah. "Aku pasti akan bahagia kalau aku bisa mendapatkan angin di musim yang lain". Lalu perahu kecil pun membentangkan layarnya dan sudah siap untuk melewati semuanya. Ya, semua suka dan duka yang menantinya.
Wahai angin.
Semoga kau bahagia.
Kini aku siap mengarungi luasnya lautan.
Aku siap melihat banyak awan di atas layarku.
Aku siap untuk mendengar kabar dari merpati bahwa kau bahagia.
Sampai jumpa di lain waktu.
Sampai jumpa di konsep lain dari bahagia.
Catatan musim panas.
Perahu kecil.
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Hidden Sadness
The transparency of their soul. Devastated the city with their pinnochio talks. Abandon all the struggle.
Put that rose in your brain and see the blood on my hands. Rip my chest off and see what’s inside. Iridescent.
Wretch’s corpse can’t tell you anything. This bayside view won’t let you go any further. This ain’t a syndrome but a scene of a murder.
Not sober enough to talk, high enough to kill, and drunk enough to bless. Can be an outfight but desperate.
She’s trapped in the spider’s web. I don’t need your sympathy, so just go with it. Bring a gun so you can be safe and sound.
But even if those spider’s web trapped her for this short time, she don’t even care with the caterpillar down there.
Traitor and their sympathy. Lock the door and don’t ever look back. If you want to be free, don’t play the game.
Once the door unlocked, they always try to find a joy with what’s inside. So undeniable and incredible, because the joy wasn’t inside.
She’s outside now, living a life and don’t even care with the rules. And all of the spiders dead because they’re put a gun in their mouth.
They’re pulled the trigger and everything’s fine. No tears for revenge, no blood on their hands. Abandoned town in the edge of the country.
Put that rose in your brain and see the blood on my hands. Rip my chest off and see what’s inside. Iridescent.
Wretch’s corpse can’t tell you anything. This bayside view won’t let you go any further. This ain’t a syndrome but a scene of a murder.
Not sober enough to talk, high enough to kill, and drunk enough to bless. Can be an outfight but desperate.
She’s trapped in the spider’s web. I don’t need your sympathy, so just go with it. Bring a gun so you can be safe and sound.
But even if those spider’s web trapped her for this short time, she don’t even care with the caterpillar down there.
Traitor and their sympathy. Lock the door and don’t ever look back. If you want to be free, don’t play the game.
Once the door unlocked, they always try to find a joy with what’s inside. So undeniable and incredible, because the joy wasn’t inside.
She’s outside now, living a life and don’t even care with the rules. And all of the spiders dead because they’re put a gun in their mouth.
They’re pulled the trigger and everything’s fine. No tears for revenge, no blood on their hands. Abandoned town in the edge of the country.
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