My heart goes when it speaks the truth
As the sun rises from the east
And the golden torches all the universe
The way love comes and brings hope.
My heart goes when it speaks the truth
The way wind blows the fragrance flowers
That blossom beautifully
Showed me all colours so we can see,
And we learn that our life is like a rainbow after the rain poured in
So we will together stand to see.
My heart goes when it speaks the truth
After the last day, you leave me
And for now, I will leave you
To see I've loved you,
Don't remember me because my heart always follows the truth
And love always needs to give a peace
On every lip left by a kiss.

Even a lump of diamond
will remain a diamond
even in a pile of dirt.

At the moment when I woke up in the morning, the dim light was on to my room and I saw the beautiful things in yours, at that moment I found my soulmate.
They are still there even when I let them go.
The more I think about how beautiful in somethings are,
the more they are always beside me.
The space in my mind always gives them a chance to stay, and yes, they will stay.
The hardest part of letting them go when you couldn't notice them.
They are too far for you to reach because your heart always guides you in the way that will be able for you to pass.
Sometimes you know about it, but you try to ignore it.
I realized that the beautiful things in yours should be followed,
but you are always in silence,
so the voices in my head carry me to things that hard to understand and it makes construction in my human being to love you with great expectations.
"Is this what happened?", I asked myself.
But the loneliness in me answered that something unhappy should be not unshared.
It reshaped them all into my anxiety.
But suddenly, the voices in my head asked me,
"How's your day?"
"Did we see the same most unexpected ways?"
"I wish you loved me as you love the journey of your life,
please stay calm, I was listening to you."
That was a beautiful goodbye.

"You are doing great!"
Repeat after me, I said.
You are doing great!
Keep doing what you love!
Love it at all.
Love.
It's all.

If I could tell you how I missed you in one paragraph
The first line should not be the same as what I feel right now
The words that I used to be love actually gone
I will write it as far as I have done
I could not explain all of the memories in my head
Everything I can hold was staying in my bed

If I could tell you how I missed you in one paragraph
I am not sure I could write to you
The sounds that I hear
It is all I will bear
And it’s now standing to fear

If I could tell you how I missed you in one paragraph
My lips were tightened
My eyes were blinded
My ear was deaf
My hand was holding all of the lines that now hope my heart could fine

There are so many lilies in my brain,
spreading the petals of the pain,
full of the fragrance of regret,
they are too hard to forget,
thrive and flow fast through the veins.

They cut down the trees and then urge the young to plant them again, about how life goes, as if age is just a number, and we no longer believe in power.

They cut down the trees, clear land,
make production, then shop spree for a vision and mission because life only once and needs to be enjoyed, wrapped in a paper bag and then thrown away and become a homeless person's sleeping mat in front of the overhang of shops.

On a cigarette ****
that burned out
but forgot to smoke,
in a cup of coffee
whose dregs
are accidentally swallowed,
also a pile of novels
whose contents
are only romance,
I love you like a loss.
I once imagined
you were writings
that I needed to read many times
until I could understand
then I guessed
and ended up
still wrong.
Sometimes,
we are too confident
for things that are not
necessarily certain
then turned off
after reality hit it
repeatedly.

I don't know if you are in love with me or not
Can the wind blow my feelings to your heart
and you will be loved?
I only know one thing,
and it is enough for me,
but, I don't know if it is enough for you
Because there are many ways to seek a true love
But I am not smart enough to learn what I feel
So, if it is true, you may notice nothing
Because I love you in silence
That sounds like a loser
So do I
Here I am,
and where is yours?

Come and dance with me--
in the rain
we were here before
listening to the tears of the water
pouring down all without cover.

Come and dance with me--
a man who hates waiting
looking for another season
to share a love
with a big smile.

Come and dance with me--
spending all day with the joy
happy after and never say 'goodbye'.

I let the death follow me
I do not care if he runs faster than me
So I let the death take the lane we race together
And I hope we can be a friend in the end after

He may finish and win the race
And I may still fight and never know what I face
I realize that the life is not about competition
So I find my own way to know my passion

It is not about I am too young to die
It is about I am a human as long as I can give a beautiful goodbye
Yes, the life is too short to hate
So I practice how the love works and I try to bet

I do not let myself die in pain
And I do not let myself be suffer without gain
I am not afraid if I die now
And I am not afraid if they don't impress me without say, Wow!

Because God flows through my vein
and dances around in my brain

The bright sky
kisses my eyes,
I'm stunned
and I can't blink.
Clouds hanging overhead.
And the wind
blows my hair
also brings
the music of nature
like the chirping of a bird
perched on a branch.
Cool and calm.
The green leaves
make me not want to leave here,
the place where I always miss,
life in a quiet village
which many people
do not choose to stay.

Writing
is not just about therapy,
but it is the love
that makes something impossible
become possible.
You will grow
among them in hope
and you will decide
to appreciate yourself
in the end.

Blossom for a moment in my heart, here,
although things are never certain,
what will be after you bloom fragrant
and beautiful.
Maybe something will come off, wither, then disappear.
Maybe something will be lost, vanish, and never come back.
Blossom where you want to grow and people will like you,
not because where people like you then you have to grow.

Be grateful,
always love yourself every day.
Love your life now.
Be kind to everyone and to yourself.
Look around you,
and look at yourself now.
You have grown
to be a better person
than you were before.
You are a special person
and good people have surrounded you.
You are great.
Be grateful,
always do good to all,
also to yourself.
No need to think about things
that make you fall asleep with sadness,
you can definitely get through it.
Stay strong,
be strong,
you can.
You can do it.
You're a good and nice.
Be kind.
Be happy.
Show them your most beautiful smile.

Masih kubayangkan seperti apa jadinya aku apabila suatu saat aku benar-benar bisa memiliki dia. Mencintai dia begitu dekat. Sedekat tarikan napas dari setiap udara segar yang aku hirup di pagi hari. Masuk ke dalam paru-paru. Kemudian bercumbu di sana.

Benar apabila aku memang sangat ingin bisa memiliki, segala hal yang mungkin tidak pernah bisa aku miliki.
Begitu naif apabila kita sedang belajar mencintai seseorang.
O wajahnya. O matanya. O hidungnya. O pipinya. O bibirnya. O rambutnya yang panjang tergerai jatuh di bahunya. Begitu jelas, hingga mimpi seperti realita.
Dia begitu jelas terlihat. Dia begitu nyata, bahkan kurasakan sesuatu berdetak begitu cepat dan kencang, seperti angin yang menyibak rambutnya.
Senyumnya membuat segala yang hancur menyatu kembali, tetapi tidak, tidak untuk setiap kali.

Aku masih mencintainya, begitulah cinta yang semestinya aku akan katakan apabila memang dia benar ada di sini. Tetapi dia tidak di sini. Dan aku tidak bisa mengatakan bahwa aku mencintainya.

Dia begitu dekat, tetapi juga begitu jauh. Dia jauh dari mataku. Dan dia begitu jauh untuk bisa merasakan perasaanku padanya.

We all need a dream that just not a dream.
We must go to get it,
even if you don't know how to get it.
You just need to follow your heart
and don't break your heart
by your great expectations.
I know we all need a dream that just not a dream.
One day, if you find your way don't tell everyone about it.
Don't tell everyone how you get there,
because some people just want to follow you
but they don't know that they are not you.
When you go and find the hard things to do,
when you feel you are too tired to continue,
when you feel you haven't got that success,
don't stop what you had been doing.
Keep your own way lead you,
and keep following your heart,
and take it with all of your soul.
You are enough,
and even you have more enough than fought.

Because the dialogue between us is only a matter of waiting for time.

When we last saw each other
or when it all ended
and never happened forever,
just like that.

People are waiting for valentine's day
but I really miss valentine's date...

At the limit of doubt,
you **** me with time,
we fail again to plan a love
that is almost done.

The sea brings you to me
To the aroma I smell
Fresh air in there
The sun sets its light to you
And I get that reflection
It is so beautiful
When your eyes and mine staring each other
The seagull flies between ours
The sea brings you to me
And I sail until the wind blows my love to you

Two people are all the same
If you see them in one frame
But they have two sides
The one I guess have sit besides
Two people are all the same
I think that is I am
But another's hide
And also need a guide

Everything sad--
A soul has left,
we are crying
to act that
we are living.
A man stands
under the tree,
hanging his heart
to think
it will be free.
He needs home
to be loved,
he needs home
to feel a love.
The night was dancing
without the music.
Everything sad--
in the silence,
we know that
he has gone.

The time is so different when you are in love
They might be silent and you never told them what happened
You had met strangers before and got a relationship with them
They are in love with you, and yeah, you are also in love with them
You were going on a date
Kissing them
Hugging them
Spending your time as long as you could do to yourself
Loving them as far as you could give to them a love itself
You had so many beautiful days all the time when you were in love
You were happy, and you deserved to be happy
One week you did
One month you did
One year you did
And after, and after
But in one moment both of you felt bad and it was going to be mad
You broke your heart by trying to forget what you loved before
You tried, then you would say to yourself
“I hate growing up”
“I just want to be a kid all the time”
“I won’t be falling in love again, it hurts”
That’s statement might be unspoken
But yeah, maybe everyone thinks about it at once

Some say
you are easy enough
to be forgotten
as you look like
the most unknown man
they never see.

Some say
you are the most beautiful creature
I should stay away
as I am the old man
with a young soul
live in wild love.

Some say
the lost is nothing
and people are always like a flower
and you are really hard to pick all,
they come and go,
nobody can untouch.

You lock your heart tightly,
I'm the wrong key.

I saw a man crying alone in myself.
He was sitting on the chair and here I am telling you the story we have.
The window's there and the future's rare,
we looked at those from our eyes,
"I was there before, then the sadness's getting out", he says.
And right now, I see myself not to look at back.
A man has gone and I pretend that the past was fake.
All of the memories also out from the track.
Here I am the last one trying to finish the run I take.

I meet a woman in the story
I introduce myself as a writer
She introduces herself as the character I write about
She's so smart
I really like smart people
She tells about her life
She is happy to share every experience
She's so beautiful
She doesn't like the word beauty
Beauty only makes things that come to be gone
I understand it
I agree with her opinion
In the first paragraph, I introduce myself
In that paragraph, she also invites me to enter her world
I write about her
She accepts my writing
I write all about her
She reads herself
I continue to write the second paragraph
She says I need to stop
I ask, why?
She says she is tired
I ask her to rest
She agrees
I'm writing again
And I realize
She's just my imagination
I miss her so much
I've never done this before
And I go back to write about her
But I can no longer find her
She is no longer in my writing
I think too much about her

I let you go,
like the waves rolling on the shore,
and a little boy who lost his footwear,
crying scared to go back to her mother
where he had lost the gifts.

I let you go,
like a couple of ashy Prinia birds
dancing among the bamboo branches
sing loudly in the breeding season, build nests and lay eggs,
but replaced by the eggs of cuckoos that grew and were cared for with love.

I let you go,
like cities that have long since died
the quiet and lonely
and people left
and no one ever came back to occupy.

I let you go,
like the paintings of pain
from wounds that bleed and lose
displayed at art exhibitions,
and everyone was amazed to see.

I let you go,
like a memory in a photo album
from loved ones first,
yellowed full of blotches of teardrops,
worn-out dusty and looks real.

I let you go,
like an angry poet
in front of half-finished poems
who have been lost for words for a long time
to be reassembled.

I let you go,
like falling rain,
and a boy running around looking for shelter
with wounds on his right hand
holding tightly to the thorny rose.

I let you go,
like a book
and sad stories
which has been left for a long time
after reading all night.

Once again,
I let you go,
as a most perfect poem,
that I have written,
from the remnants of memories in the head.

One day you will find me too,
and all these poems.
Then, I will really not write anymore, maybe my days will be complete, and all will be lost.
At that time,
you will realize,
what it's like to be someone to remember, what I love you more, because the air only leaves the smell of ink marks on the paper.

Happy Birthday to my mom!
Happy Birthday to my little sister!
Best prayers for both of you, for all your hopes and dreams.

You are a butterfly
that flies and perches
on a corpse flower
throughout the rainy season
in December.

We have forgotten
who we are really looking for
when life doesn't hold on to dreams
then live it without love,
and people are getting busier
to see which place is the most comfortable for themselves,
among the boisterous people
vying to be someone else.

We have forgotten
who actually survives
of a life they call a journey
without understanding
where to go home
and they don't realize
that everything had gone too long.

We have forgotten
who actually fell first
when we don't achieve
everything we chase of
what we didn't have
in the first place;
dream,
hope,
love,
or even ideals,
and we feel
we are no longer worthy.

We have forgotten
that actually words
don't want to escape
from the collection of prayers
that we have recited
over and over,
even if it's repeated
we always insult
and berate ourselves.

We have forgotten,
the simplest way
to be a happy human.

I said, "Keep going!"
Let's the pain be your friend!
Let's the pain feel that it's not enough to push you down!
I just need finish this race through my line.
I said, "Keep going!"
I said, "There'se no future. All you know right know is a dream!"
I said, "Keep going!"
to myself.
Whatever, it takes.

The girl who was sitting in front of me is a liar.
But she is honest with herself.
I can't describe it any more than that.
The reality is always different every time I ask.
She hid everything in her vast heart.
I tried to wade through it.
Until now I never made it to the edge.
I'm drowning with her feelings.

O my love
O my dear
I want to tell you about the moon this night
She is hidding in your eyes,
shining smoothly by touching my skin.
The wind
O the wind
O my love
brings you to me,
so I let you come in my mind, my love.
The star is spinning in my head,
do you know I get to have a bed late?
O my love
O my dear
The night sky is lying beside me
I just want you to know,
there is no body,
except you, if you let me love you.

We need to stop for a moment
and take a breath to be able
to return to what we hoped for.

Like remembering childhood
and the ways we learn to grow into adults
even though we never really understand anything that we have been through;
playing football in the field next to the house after school,
or rent a game console set for a weekend night,
or spend the next day watching television cartoons.

Let's remember what memory has given us for the good things in the past
that we may now think of as something we can't get back.

It's true, that never happens again, even if we try,
but the feeling is no longer the same as childhood being put on things
that should now earn an adult title.

Let's laugh in silence at all the fond memories of childhood,
even though now voices of the pain of waking up are trying to come in and dominate.

Let's reminisce,
and lose ourselves
in the hope of the present.

Am I still alive when my feelings died?
Yes I died before and you never knew where I was buried
So today I will tell you more and you will know me more
I will tell you about my feelings
But the truth is true when you know all of them
You will receive that I am still waiting to die
With all of the feelings that growing up in my heart day by day
If I speak to you, will you listen?
If I tell you, will you feel like I am a liar?
So let me die at this moment I tell the truth
That I am still alive, and my feelings died,
but I am not heartbroken

You make me fall in love alone all-day
But I was risen by the sun
I grow up with happiness and fun
When I fall in love again
I know the place I never get the pain
Every day you make me fall in love
By your beautiful shine
Staring at me
Until everything will be fine

Like a dead poem
who must be reborn
on the same night again
with all the endless silence,
words back to learn
to string his sentence.

"Everything that has been exhausted now it's between love and hate."

And a long road engraved
back to make a new face
along with each space.
We try to say the word go,
say the word again.
Everything that looks new
never forget the past.
And for all that is finished,
waiting for another story to the last.

I want to tell you that I miss the room with your hanging photograph on the wall of the room, decorated with twinkling lights between them.
I want to tell you that I miss the conversation we used to have, through a night without rain and you lay there, beside me.
I want to tell you I miss the light of the room emerging from the doorway, then you go inside without knocking it first.
The window hanging on the left side, a bench facing out, and the sight of people passing by are your favorite place when you visit me, right here, and you always sit there.
These walls are cold, and so is my body.
Likewise our first room.
You said what you liked.
A poem, but I didn't get to write it first. You said that you loved poetry.
But now, I love it more than you were yesterday.
Absence is now widely scattered on the floor,
and poems,
and cigarette butts,
and dust,
and tissue,
and tears,
and everything that ever lived in our heads.
And this room misses you.
They bring sadness through a night that is now often raining.
I wish you were here now, beside me. But it is a sentence that has no place in this poem.
Even though I'm currently writing it.
I want to tell you which I should be able to say.
This room lost its warmth.
I wish I could hug you again.
But time first killed me.
And I lost everything.

The art
will tell you
about the pure soul.
It is not only
about the feeling
in suffer or happy
when we create it
by ourself.
The art
will show
the other sight
when some people
don't.
The art
is not only
about the work.
It is about
life.

One,
two,
three,
are you ready to love me?

Four,
five,
six,
our relationship must be fixed.

Seven,
eight,
nine,
you are with me will be fine.

Ten,
eleven,
twelve,
the problems can be solved.

Thirteen,
fourteen,
fifteen,
all of us should see in front of the screen.

Sixteen,
seventeen,
eighteen,
here I send to you that you are the only one in my light green.

Give me a second to die.
Maybe
I will realize
that my life was special.

And
when the eyes come back
to shed tears,
I hope
it’s not a cry of remorse,
nor to let go.

If one day
you find me
not only as a poem
that you really love
and you don't care
who the author is,
I'll be happy.

You are not only the reader
I've been searching for,
but also as an eternal lover
in every words
I will tell you more.