I sit and write a poetry
For the day I should it be.
Seeing people come and go
From my corner of the window.

I always sleep in there,
The dream I get in my mind
Like a fairy tales,
That I'd to find.

Oh, the sun burns my blood
And became a fire,
A flame get me to shoot
And around me hire.

Take me fly in sky!
No wings did I use to play!
The wind brings me so high
And I can see you more bright.

Oh, the world I used to be lived
In the beautiful things I always see
At the rainy days it brings me a belief
For more time to be the character in my fantasy.

Night can be fallen in my dream,
but I could not swim in the dark.
The moonlight is so high,
and I try to get it.
Before death follows me,
you must hold me tight
and I am not drowning again.

I had no idea
to call you back
when I lost everything
from my eyes sight.
But I want to get a help.

I catch the dust
Flying it up on the paper
Getting throw to be fast
Let it go then after

I draw my feel
Being good on the sketch book
Painting its to be so real
But nobody wants to look

I see myself
In the middle of the sky
Trying to go down
And never try to fly

on white paper
the ink sheds itself,
destroys all voidness,
writing appears,
something is read,
after your death you send it,
to the living
to always be told
from generation to generation.

I believe
I can be
What I want to be
So I stop

Tahun lalu kita menyusun rencana
Menuliskannya pada setiap lembar catatan
Di antara selipan buku laporan
Meletakkannya secara berantakan
Hingga lupa mana tulisan
Mana struk belanjaan

Memang benar tolol aku kala itu
Membangun cinta di atas rasa penasaran
Dan selalu berakhir pada tempat pelarian

Malam itu kau membelikanku sebuah rak buku
Untuk hadiah ulang tahunku
Karena tidak ada lagi yang dapat kita perbincangkan
Setelah lepas habis cerita kau bacakan
Dan aku selalu ketiduran dan tak pernah serius mendengarkan

Hujan kembali berderai dengan ringan
Malam pekat angin berhebus tak karuan
Aku masih mabuk di pangkuan kegelisahan
Memukul rata puisi menuliskannya hingga nanti aku mati

I love the way you do not love me.
But I hate the way you go and never tell me that you always love me by your side.

The crowd always controls you
and you will feel lonely
because you do not know who you are.

If
I
fall
in
love
with
you
day
by
day,
will
you
rise
me
up
every
single
part
when
I'm
falling?

I may let the rain fall today
so I can take you out from away.
We will walk slowly
because we just have an umbrella
to share each other.
The more you run away,
the more you get your body wet.
Close your eyes
and hold me tight.
Everything will be won by fight.

There is no poetry that will stop being written because every day a young poet is born and love is born every day.

I wrote my short story in a piece of paper.
I wrote it as short as possible.
I wrote in three lines.

Live with expectations.
Dreams get higher but never come true.
People give a lot of motivation and provide solutions.
Some say to dream as high as possible. Some say live as realistic as it is.
Some say keep trying and never give up.
Some say love yourself now as it is.
Some are silent.
Some talk a lot.
Some don't care who you are.
There are those who need each other. There are those who help each other. There are those who choose.
Some volunteered.
Some write poetry, but get nothing.
There is me among them.

You may lose your feeling to write a poem, but you never lose your feeling to love someone who never gives you a love back.
It's okay not to be loved by someone who never gives you a love back.
Maybe, there are many people will judge you by your fool things even you spend many times by loving one.
But, it's true and it's you
even they never know your feeling,
because love still will be love.
Who cares about them,
they do never know
because they never know
how love will be fallen
or how love will be risen.

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

I will ask for the heaviest rain for today, so that you won't go anywhere, including leaving me alone.

She is loved
by me.
I am loved
by the others
I don't meet and know before.

I am the character in a game of love.
You try to gotcha by purchasing and hope you will get the best character, but I am not over power one you want it.

You will get
fvcking easily dameged
day by day
in your feelings.

Sometimes
people do not care about
who you are.

And sometimes
people care about you
because they have the same feeling with you.

They just want to know
what you feel
but they do not care
what you do after.

You just feel your feeling
by feeling your feeling
day by day
until you do not feel
again
and again
that you are feeling
every sadness
every madness
everything you feel
you are nothing
about you.

Sometimes
you want to die
but dying do not solve your problems.
Anxiety is like you feel dizzy
in your head when you do nothing
but the atmosphere like want to **** you
bit by bit and you feel in your lungs step by step.
Sometimes you feel nothing.
In feeling nothing
you feel you are real.
The real creature that is you.

You deserve to be happy
one day,
and when you get it,
there is nothing
to care again
about what you feel
in the past.

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.

I still remember every kisses
she gave to me at the night
fall into my bed
dark with little light
burn it with some delight.

That's a good day for me
because she still believes in nothing.

I burn my cigarette at the same time
before her lips and mine collide in the bad time.

I still remember every kisses she gave to me,
but she doesn't remember that night.

That time has finished me,
but there is no victory.

I still imagine what it would be like if one day I really could have her. Love her so close. As close as a breath of every fresh air I breathe in the morning. Get into the lungs. Then make out there.

It's true that I really want to be able to have, all the things that I might never be able to have.
So naive when we are learning to love someone.
O her face. O her eyes. O her nose. O her cheek. O her lips. O her long hair fell down her shoulders. So clear, that dreams are like reality.
She was so obvious. She was so real, I even felt something beating so fast and fast, like the wind through her hair.
Her smile made everything shattered back together, but no, not every time.

I still love her, that's the kind of love I would have said if she was really here. But she's not here. And I can't say that I love her.

She was so close, but so far away. She's far from my eyes. And she's so far away to feel my feelings for her.

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.

A lion king goes to the crowd alone.
He needs a friend to live together.
But they don't want to be his friend because they are afraid of his hair and his knowledge.

Happy World Poetry Day!
Read all your poems and be happy every day with all your feelings!
If you are happy, be happy!
If you are sad, be sad!
Your feeling is true because that's you!
Happy World Poetry Day!
For all poets in this world!
For all readers!
For all writers!
For all love you deserve!

Hi, night!
What are you doing there?
Should you bring me the moon?
I need the moon to accompany beside me.
I cannot sleep.
I am not already for the dark.
I am not afraid of.
I just need a friend here.
Hi, night!
Do you want to know something secret?
The sun always loves you.
The sun is still waiting for you.
The dawn always remembers what I must do.
Hi, night!
I love you for the moon
you never give me.
I wish I could forgive you
because you will leave me
in the sunlight,
in the morning,
in the reality.

The letter
I've sent to you last day,
I realized
it won't be read by you.
You've gone from the words
I wrote to.

The letter
I've sent to you last day,
I realized
it won't be read by you.
I never try to write my feeling for,
because there is nothing to write for.

I find you
in my dream
and
I get you
in real life.
The past will be the past,
but the future needs me.

I read all your poems you have written.
I love all that feelings you have given.
For all poets that I do not know you before, keep writing!
Keep your feeling be true!
The way you choose your life to be,
it can be real you will be.
I love the way you choose the word to be a poetry.
All your poems always make me happy.

Let me hear the voice of you.
Writing on my page.
I text it to be true.
But that message is underage.

I take some paper.
Folding it to be a pain.
Flying crash it upper.
Still trying to stand again.

I walk on the street.
Looking for you there.
The path gives me more breathe.
Smells of you are the things of rare .

I finish my little journey.
So I can take a rest.
You choose me as a honey.
Vibrating on my chest.

There is nothing in nothing.
I get myself there.
There is a love in a love.
You take me affair.

I walk among the sunshine when morning comes, but when you see me you go away from it.

The sunlight said, "Good morning, my dear".
You got it when you opened the window.
The sunlight said, "There are many good things to do if you're in a good day".
Until you realized the cloudy fill them with tears and you got fear, but there are still good day indeed.

Even the rainfall,
the mind grows high to the sky
tell you flying by.

The night will be true
for the star and the moonlight
and I get you too.

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

I'm bad at treating people sometimes, but I'm good enough to love myself completely. Who is right?

She said, "Finish what you have started".
I said, "You are my finish".

Young bird learns to fly
By spreading his wings widely
His lungs get relax

Don't try me in the first time, she said
There is nothing to do
when I never do it
in the first time
Sometimes feel better
Sometimes feel bad

The night
will always
be the night
It never be yours
It never be me
It never be ours

Don't try me in the first time, she said
I try to fix everything
what I never fix it
Somebody tell to do right
but I never be right

Don't try me in the first time, she said
Because she never does it
and I never let me do it
in the first time
and I am not in the first right time

She is young, and me too
We share our love in a bed
Talking about what if we live together
Talking about what if the world ends forever
And does our love still stand in the damaged heart?
She is young, with beautiful eyes, thin lips, a very cute smile,
and her long hair fall on my legs
She does not care about me but she really cares about myself
I talk about many plans after doing a beautiful thing
She talks to me that it is impossible
I ask her to stay in a long time for me but not for myself
I get many things to do before letting her go
But sometimes she decides to go without telling me before
She is young, and me too
So I write her in really true
I miss the way she loves me but not in herself

in the cold morning
the wind blow pouring in my skin
the dews see its seen
the cigarette burns its stem
the sun sets it's grim
the white flower keeps staying
in the broken heart of blaming
and I sing a song
of why life
is so much hurt long

Can I feel you?
I can not feel myself.
Can I love you?
I can not love myself.
Can I get you mine?
I can not get myself.
You are in a bad emotional, I said.

Yes, I am myself

And I start to write the words
And I write it by my bloods
And I write it in the white board
And I do not want it be sold
And I will say it a masterpiece of gold
And I will keep it in my hold
And I lose it
And I never be glad

I love seeing people smile.
I love happiness.
I feel it when I get sadness.
I don't hate sadness.
Because both of two relate each other.
I love myself getting two.
But I hate myself in between.
I don't feel anything.

I
sit
here
smoking
cigarretes
at
1
in
the
morning
and
order
you
from
my
mind.

Don't let the tears fall.
I can no longer hold it.
I am damaged.