inside her room
evening sun felt a little too humid
as though pit of fire,
compile a nagging
desire to strip off her skin.
she wants to escape completely,
from her own body; naked.
getting rid of modesty
from her honesty.

it's ******* hot,
though rain falls in the city,
her scream still goes fiery,
something about this sun has made her feels uneasy,
she'd be lying if she said wasn't sick of it.

it seems like life hasn't always been terribly fun,
and she's unsure if it's the weather
or her heroine.

I believe,
dreams have their own power
they feed on inspiration and contemplation
they are full of life,
live within our soul.

hence,
I will never stop, to believe in
dreams
'cause I fall in love with a concept so magical, it's celestial
that freed us to be irrational
and exceptional.


         d        r        e       a        m       s

Each letters of 'dreams,'
therein lies mystery and beauty:
it is missions that was entrusted to us,
and we,
in turn need to trust it.

Respect dreams.
sensible or unbelievable,
logical or super fictional,
because they are intrical

therefore
let it flourish,
keep it alive,
make it real.

pengecut itu
hidup di sela huruf-huruf
yang diukir oleh jari mahirnya
sambil bersahut bunyi dengan si gadis
di medio sunyinya malam.

pengecut itu
dalam senyap ia merayap ke pucuk harapan
seorang gadis dengan
senyuman kecut.

sibuk sembari mabuk
si gadis membingkai peti mati
berbaring harapan si gadis
dorman tak tersemai
karena buaian sang pengecut perlahan menjadi
kata tanpa arti, janji tanpa bukti.

teruntuk:
sang pengecut yang pucat pelasi kala bertemu
namun terlampau berani di balik ruang semu

there are million of words
left unsaid inside this gut.
similar to every volcanoes,
there will be
                      time
for this gut(ter) to blow up,
burst of processed thoughts
that kept inside for yearlong.
whether you like it or not,
give a **** or not,
ain't no **** were given


'cause it's about the time.

katakanlah, aku celaka
tersandung ke dalam lumbung asmara.

                                    celaka kah aku
mengendap-endap di bawah rumah mu?

katakanlah, aku terkutuk
seorang yang tak diundang
tak semestinya duduk di ruang tamu.

                                 terkutuk kah aku
membubung asa di atas hampa?

                 sadarkah aku
        sedang menanti sekarat
           dan karamnya harap?

dan ku akui,
aku ini binatang keparat
--berharap dua cincin akan enyah jua dimakan karat.


sampai jumpa cinta masa muda,
aku akan menanti di ujung tua
menyesal, sembari menatap
harap dan nyata
mustahil bersua.

maafkan aku menunggu hingga renta,
tak lain karena dirimu di relungku, sintas.

i am a ****** ryhmist
for i arrange words in a bouquet
in hope that flower of syllables would bloom
to give you fresh-cut flowers scent or unsavory stench
but again, who cares?

they said
words are meaningless
and forgetable
so here i am
trying to make sense out of nonsense
saying nothing more than cries for help