Oh by the Lord of heaven
How dare they seek mercy in the form of legitimacy
Such benign intricacy only whom blinded can see

Oh by the Lord of all wolrds
How can such posteriori be faced with our bare hands
When weapons siege control over so many lands
Albeit we stand hand in hand in hand in hand

Oh by the Lord that forgives and likes to forgive
How can we bestow ourself a devastating blow,
arrow and crossbow with our cut up elbow
The rain of bloods leaving trails of solemnly oath,
broken by the reign which gives the oligarchs some sprouts

This world is ruled by the vilest men, the most violent and decadent stance of moral and just.
Led by dishonored taste of lust
And we are just their fragrance and musk
Waiting to be sprayed from the guts to the guts by the guts
A democracy of a hidden monarch

You don't reply to me for hours
The minute you reply,
You ask for something that ain't ours
No "how are you baby?
"Have you eaten ***?"
Nothing

Just go straight to complaining
Are all girls like that?
I'm trying here
Waiting for you to text me
Or am i just to naive?
Cause i don't speak your native?

I'm worried
On standby
Always chaneling my anger outside
So you can come home
With an open heart, with open arms
You can speak nicely to everyone but me
I only speak like that to you and my family

What a being we are

By being broken hearted
Means we can take my mind off a bit
From liabilities
And the minor trouble in your expertise

Be ready to say "goodbye"
When you have the guts to say "hello"

Can i just be normal
No heels
No drugs
Study
Work

Can i just be normal
An obidient slave
An obidient child

Can i just be normal
School
Graduate
Stable
Getting married

Can i just be normal
Having children
Taking care of my love ones

Can i just be normal
No fighting tendency
Civilized
Knowing what to say

Of course I'm falling off course
There's no way that I'm falling in love

And I'll be hitting the ground soon enough
My guts will shut my mind down before impact anyway

Smells like cheese
But i like it when there's something cheesy between us ;p

Dry nights,
You should go now or forever lie
I know,
We're tied thin on a string

Rainy nights,
Bite my lips or forever lie
Everynight
We're counted as sheep for a dream

Funny then
On your shoulder i'd be fuzzy then
But right now
My head ain't heavy from the pain

What's the point of a race
If you're not an ace
Just embrace your disgrace
You can't keep up the pace

No trace of your practise took place
What's grace now ain't the process
It's the blaze of the podium's stances
So just graze upon your downtown phase


I know you're fazed
Just bowdown and embrace
Your defeats, carresed
Can't stay careless, but it's headles

Your glory isn't victorious
Agony might feel rigorous
Isn't that obvious?
Intense and oblivious

It's called "falling in love" 'cause it really feels like falling

I think, you should've been a could've been.
Urgh!

Photos that recall me back to you, deleted.
Urgh!

Finding your hair near my bed, swept underneath.
Urgh!

Well well,
I wish you well cause you tossed your coin in a wishing well, weird.
Urgh!

Look who we have here

You frog in the well, keep dishing yourself some dirt!
Urgh!

If you're not the fighting type
Don't put our hearts in the line

I feel like the "never" is getting closer
As i take my feet off of my bed
The cieling feels shorter than before
I am getting older
Responsibilities cave in like a boulder
And the weights on my shoulder feels heavier and heavier
I thought i will "never" age
I thought i was free from that cage
Turns out I'm no different than the rest
I need to take it better
As many as the counted birthday cakes
That number multiplies in every step i take

up above the curve, the foliage stays evergreen
it is gapped evenly and bristles
i traced them with my fingers
see if it sways with the pressure
The sweet and musky clove
points to the entrance
i run to it with no hesitation

My baby’s so grown up

Sight faces forward

Legs swing with stride

He commands the room

He’s in control
When he speaks
Everyone looks at him
None of it’s intentional—
It’s just him being him
He sees what others miss
Notices the shift in breath,
The way light dances on skin
He listens, he remembers,
Takes care in the smallest things
There’s depth in him
So observant, so detailed
He’s got this spark
A presence, a pull
He knows what to do—
And when not to
Taller than me,
And I look up
with my eyes
My heart
My soul
My mind

Im tired.
Im tired of making the same mistakes over and over again.
Im tired.
Im tired of wanting to achieve my dream without doing any causes.
Im tired.

When i try to make a change,
i don’t know which one; either my mind, my heart, my guts, my soul(?)
will stop me from doing what’s best.
But i know my mind keeps telling me to change,
so i know he’s not the perpetrator.

So which one is the suspect?
Or maybe all of the rest are plotting against me.
Or am i trying to convict someone else in my life for my misbehaves
because i totally understand
there’s no one that i can point my finger on.
So i created all these illusions — disillusioned as it sounds —
just to set me free
from all the burden
of not doing my responsibilities right.

I rarely talked about love
Because the word "love" in a sentence is really sentencing by itself.

I thirst, for another drop from that liquor store
Just to forget you
And i know, that i lust for the dose of your touch on me
Please don't forget me
But i know, your quench of us is temporary
Deep down, it's burried

So if y'all want the old me
I might give it

well, i know that traction means tension
sanction; full of obligation
mild litigation from my conducts of actions
so pick up the pace
or just let me phase
and just erase
ah! you little feeble
your dependency makes me dependent as well

Because everyone i know matters alot for me
I will start to cut them off one by one
I can't stand the constant worry
I can't stand the feeling of knowing that it's almost impossible to protect them all at once

We get along the (path)way
We partway along the way

Both sentences for the same reason

Just because we need to get somewhere

No sparks, only riddle
A ceased ark, arcs kindled
In stark, on rubble
Ignited and ceased all over

Matchstick love, matched love
Likened to fire, the story told
Fondness strikes, flicked desire
Ignited and ceased all over

Torched knife, feelings scorched
Once melted, now hardened
Now breaks, once settled
Ignited and ceased

All over

Buat rakyat

Nembak cewek bosen
Nembak sim
Pada nembak kan?
Kalo kepentingan pribadi mah ga protes
Mana tuh gaungan suaranya
Katanya satu suara aja penting
Ga ada yg bersuara
Makanya lestari budaya

Gitukan kenapa budaya lestari
Ga berani
Sama bukan kewajiban diri
Nuntut mah kalo hak dewek aja
Diewe gamau

Oh sama udah nyaman punya pelayan
Feodal
Keras ke bawah
giliran yang atas keras ke lu
Pada protes
Padahal lu tangan besi juga sama yg lemah di pelupuk matalu

Yang bawah nuntut ke lu
Ga terima
Apa bedanya lu sama tirai tirani di sana
yang nanar buncah yang ga onar dan bocah

Kasian

Tega lu bodo2in orang tapi gamau dibodo2in
Tai
Bray pemerintah dari rakyat
Lu rasa pemerintahlu bobrok
Berarti kita rakyatnya bobrok

I've traveled all known distances
Feels instantaneous
But for this extend, a well known ground discerns aberrant

Undergoing something deviant
I notice alterations grow significant
Anchoring me to a notable adherence
Something about appearance

Or the stregnthen perseverance

I've been through worse
However the "never" feels close
Doesn't know wether it's desired,
But I'm tethered
Tho' hesitation incited, choices indicted

But step, is now determined
I know what's mine
I won't look back and behind
I ascertain the concerns;
into cinders, i turn them

Same departure, different destinations
Just enjoy the trip when you're on board

We'll find someone when we get off

And let the journey repeat

I've got an online bestfriend
None of our circle and family intersects
So i know for sure when he dies i won't even know that that day is his funeral

Or could be the other way 'round

Can you guys stop putting people between difficult choices?
Can you guys just know your boundaries?
Can you just read the room? Please?

"To either remedy the past and or obviously to relive the horrifying effects of falling"
Girl, this game, you played your part
And my weekends, torn apart
I know i want you. I know you want me

It's pattently obvious that when we lock eyes
i fall for the dragging voids in those gazes
And how they slowly set me back in time
Aluring the previous indistinguishable phrase

"To either remedy the past blablabla"

Yet, the ominous thunder i vaguely see for the storm, is the exact feeling of novelty taken from memories i don't expect to come from the constant disappearance and fading footsteps as we crosspath, and just slowly panning our sights away from each other. Walking away towards our preordained plans and destinations.

"To either remedy the past blablabla" now i'm ready to fall again

I know you want me
I know i want you

I know what you see in me
And i know how to devise something
And you know how i like you to deceive me
We will tarnish
The vanishing confidence that stays stationary at our point of interest tightly wraps us around our neck, making us gasping for answer or maybe in stark just to ask something in prolongation for dilatation.
It's a cliche when i'm talking about time and space dilatation, but elation sprouts when i see your eyes dilate, knowing you're also played and your tide rushes in. You get high for the ominous curiosity that endearingly suspends you upsidedown, getting most of your bloods flow to your head. Now your face is red, blushing. And i'm the lush that is so ready to bite that lip of yours or just graze my fingers upon your face, than your lips, the back of your neck. Then i carefully pull you towards me. Carressing your wall until it crumbles, then i will stack the bricks again to make sure that i'm inside that wall now.

Who's in control? We're both creatures compiled by a little bit of pride, so without further ado, "playing hard to get" will commence.

I know that you're a bit jealous of whom i'm with now, but you should also know that i'm jealous if you find somebody else. Let alone that, i'm jealous even when you talk to somebody else.

R.I.P my tomorrow
How was i to know
That your touch caught me
As weeping willow
Under the pilows

Now the petals,
I'm picking
Between the pedals i'm hitting
Or the brake 'cause you've gone go far

You blurred me with your visions
As if this never happened
And it always ends the same
With my ruined weekends

But with you i think it's fine
I've been through this all the time
People come and go
You're very welcome
There you go

Cause you get me up high
Imma put on airs
Cause the AC just gets me cold
I dont want you to be cold
But just be cold, i hate signals
Cause now i am picking petals
To break my walls
Or hit the pedals
Cause you know you got me under

Ruined weekends
Here we go
Thinking of you
Here we go
I love weekdays
to let this go
Thinking of you
R.I.P tomorrow

Posed and felt well
Hose and water fell
Breaking bells
Cause i hate the tone that it tells
Like witch if she's hitting on Gretel

Feels like the world should be read in brails
I fall and i fail so everyone can feel well
I vow and leave trails so that no one can be letf behind
Entrailed and bewildered are the sentence in thosw words themselves
I don't know what im saying so please don't take my words for granted
Painted panted breath
Is how my words describe my wolrd

This is my posteriori
Somewhat my mind face me facetiously
I dont mind else's priori
Just viscinity
It's all supposed to happen anyway
Just because it's supposed to
This
Is my
LEAST ACTION
In my peripheral
Somethings ephemeral
or eternal
Doesn't have deep meaning
The viscerality doesnt matter
Aprroximity doesnt matter
They are just things presented on table
Over the table, clumsily i stumble
Then i mumble
And i rumble my own trouble
A cuddle can be a treble;vibration
But vibration won't last either
And i don't mind
We vibrate at the moment
And i appreciate it
Yet im ready to let go
Nothing is set in stone

It has come to this
When your soul travels like breeze
Despite your body freezes
And thus, no toast; no cheers

Like it or not
From your lung through your throat
Finding meanings on a life boat
It has come this, something foretold

That your true ending comes in a coffin
After tons of intake of daily caffeine
It has come this and everyone says ameen
Leave you behind only the wailings

Not the true feelings
It has come to this
Desperate for wordly bliss
Now we want the heaven's kiss

Every move is deliberate
Every sip is accounted for
Imagery of you
Needs to stay as "true"

Hiding your bad thoughts
Concealing weaknesess
'Tho you have what it takes
To conquer awareness--or just ignore them
Once and for all

But the thing is
We want to be observed
'Cause we always observe
That's why we object their projection
It takes one to see one, to know one

Yet, everyone is on stale
The mindset gazes on the same stallion
It sets the mark of graces--millions and billions
Imaginary rather than your true imagery

Accept it
'Cause i've tasted it
Or can't get my hands on it

Let go of it
'Cause i've tasted it
Or can't get my hands on it

It's either i get tired of feeling it
Or i'm just tired of chasing it

I love the QWERTY key adjacency.
When mistakes happen by proximity.

I mean to take you for a RIDE not put you the SIDE. By the way it's new YEARS not new TEARS so let's find the ROOT of our problems and not FOOT the pedal too much. I don't mean to get COLD i just wanna be BOLD for my statement. And i am not FOLDINg on you, in fact i always FIND us FONDLy attached.

But unlike the typos, with you i mean what i mean when i say i LOVE you and there's no typo for LOVE except for us to LIVE happily together. :))

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everything needs to be streamlined
but at this point i just need one eluding
grapevine
tho the moral sits in thin line
i just need to hear your voice on the line
i can keep the grind
mind me not, how was i to know
that my time binds

and my grimes, bounded
what comes up must come down
but what am i on?
a substance to turn me on?
or substansial run to denounce
that i’m dethroned; my childhood in rone
when my dream is in rome
who said i can’t be crowned
just need to kickback on my payment
cause next time i’m gon’ spot y’all on
these bills will turn to bliss
i will get through this
pull through this
not gon be pulled apart in tears

i can be happy with series
of books; comics, novels, etc.
i can be happy sipping a drink with an SO
i love her like XO

when the world can only gives me KO
READ IT BACKWARDS IT’S still an OK
for my sake, it's a piece of cake
and my hot takes are the thing that breaks...
me

do you wanna cry ill will
unlike roomie and her skills
my homie won't let me get killed
and i considered this place a homie
feels *****
like morning dew and honey
a rapture sobbing party

If you text him first
Why'd you even bother trying to make it up to me

I dreamt big
Scientist
Finding new equations to save the world

Now the only thing integratred is my infinitesimal changes that keep being rotated in one axis
Filled, but stays on symmetry
Or just something that is infinite yet needs to be counted with limits

Just like my dreams, now is limited
Dies out; as by step value, it's approaching zero
When it's expanded, finally the variables will cancel each others out
Tho some orders are kept
To zero degree it's valued zero
Because i sin -pun very intended
Now i hate math
'Cause my life is far from order and predictable
The only thing that's predictable is that i will end up in chaos

Maybe chaos has always been my pattern