Me and the drizzle
Are two different things
Who loves every strand of your hair.
Me and the moon
Are two different things
Who hopes to fall in the pool of your eyes.
Me and the air shiver
Are two different things
Who wants to marry all your embrace.
Aug 5, 2017
Aug 5, 2017 at 6:36 PM UTC
Please
Pick up my call
For the sky will fall
And the last thing I want to hear
Is your soul.
Aug 5, 2017
Aug 5, 2017 at 3:59 AM UTC
We sat side by side that evening
:a pair of lost children
before the menu list of dining.
Looks like I'm the only one
who can hear your heart throb
looks like you're the only one
who isn't bothered by ugly music
in that tea shop.
From where does this nervous start?
Eight kilometers ago a greedy fate
swallowed all holidays
and postponed journey of prayer,
delaying your arrival in the reach
of my helpless desire.
Though you finally arrived
and we sat side by side
all evening, the cracking
weather at the end of the year
did not stop sending a signal
to the trembling cup of tea in
my hand.
The conversation is like a wraith,
because words already we keep
in faith.
And in the arch of your cheeks,
twilight becomes innocent
Like a single little sin
that slowly being forgiven.
Aug 2, 2017
Aug 2, 2017 at 8:21 PM UTC
Oh anyone, shout loudly in my mind
Because these waves are around
And the time machine is this town.
Neigh of horses, the gambus melodies
Each other competing their memories
Cacao, copra and cloves scent, who will arrived first at the commoner tiredness end?
The wooden ship had left the dock
While the farewell is like a rainbow
That turned away from deserted land
and rock and hollow.
The sky is half frozen
The bay breeze screamed
On lightning and lighthouse
But this town is still and tough
To chanting prayers
for the strangers
So that they can healed from conflicts, From politics and any love story
which made of ****** and melancholy.
Aug 2, 2017
Aug 2, 2017 at 10:33 AM UTC
My head is a bay. The memory of you like the waves that swarm when the wind switches and the whistle of the ship is sounded. The longitude lines fall on a map, the navigation is helpless when I'm bowed in the presence of your eyes. That eyes which was made from the rainy season.
Your ships contain anxiety, vulnerable content, whereas love is a minor deviation from a cruise line. I am the dock for you. Anchored and wake the seagulls. For a long time no one leaned, or just reminded that the sea is not always blue.
Anchored and wake me up. Because your whisper is more patient than the air that hit the masts. Your presence is the reason why light is never lost at the top of the lighthouse.
Anchored and wake me up. Because the best morning is when my longing is covered with your eyelashes, my sleep is overgrown with black dots that hold your lip line, my vanish is ****** in a trough hidden behind your soul.
Wake me, with the most desolate shaking you have.
Aug 2, 2017
Aug 2, 2017 at 5:48 AM UTC
As an answer of pray
You imagining me
And the open hand is this city
Overgrown with chaos, silence,
You, and similar complexity.
I have to fall, somewhere
Because this thin cable will finished over.
Tired of bearing the burden on my body.
Tired of bearing conversations
Which often ends with confession
And uncertainty.
Lamentations that fill the air
Will not take me anywhere
The sky is gloomy, the city
Knowing sorrow much better than before.
I must fall, my love.
I won't fall anywhere but to you.
But I couldn't finding you.
Aug 2, 2017
Aug 2, 2017 at 1:37 AM UTC