I am twenty three
She is twenty seven
I love her so much free
Our love is now flying in heaven

I am younger than her
She is older than me
Both of us are always together
Let sing a happy song for me

I am an ordinary boy
She is gorgeous one
We always enjoy
And make this life so much fun

I live in fantasy world
She tries to make me real
I want to grow old
and the love gives me all the feel

We will definitely be someone
who is destitute
when it comes to love.

"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.

Love, I want to have you
That's what the world teaches through words
Of course, you need to say it

Love, I want to  have you
That's what human mothers and fathers have done
And babies are born from them

Love, I want to have you
And the universe that we walk on leads us to always love each other

Love, I hate you
I hate when the time I brought suddenly disappears
When I see the hands of my watch stop moving
Then I grabbed something empty when I reached into my pants pocket

Love, you are art
Even though art knows no form
You are beautiful
But not everyone sees it

Love, you are lost time
When I hate you

Loving me
or leaving me
will never change
the memory.

I learned every vocabulary since childhood from every word my mother taught me and I had to remember everything, including the word love.
But I was never taught the meaning of loss after I knew love.
I had to learn to know everything on my own from the experience of growing up.
I may still be learning until now.
And maybe I'll still get another loss.

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.

I stood in front of the mirror again,
see a sad face,
looking for where to be happy.
I'm looking for myself,
maybe lost among the piles of books,
I want to find it among the quotes on my favorite novel,
which I borrowed from you.
I looked for it again yesterday.
But I lost you today.
Turns out we still need to write a story,
but not to write love,
any of them.

I am swamped to think
about the massive problem
that the universe has given me.
It only makes me furious
and I think I will get awful day,
but someone whom I love texted me and also supported me
by sending her selfie.
She is gorgeous.
I don't feel
that I've lost my flithy mind.
Everything she gave made my day runs effortless.
She is adorable.
My heart feels comprehensive.

now here I am
and my demon
sitting beside me
we don't
have to fight
each other
because both of us
are friends
I am tired
and less have energy
we need a peace
to rest
the war should be finished

My favourite book has lost its words
So have you, my favourite place
Which is hard to ask where you are

My heart is burning
and I see a fire burning
Making it ashes that look real and now it is turning
My heart is burning
and you are afraid to see a fire burning
Leaving me with him and never telling me a warning
My heart is burning
and we are no longer staying
Bringing the loves we've found after and now it is loosing
Now, my heart no longer exists
And will your heart be his substitute?
Look inside that furnace
Would you hurt your hand just to save the remains from it?
My heart has burned
And it turns out that love is real

The sun that kiss
The sky that miss
The wind that blows
The way you do
The world we live
And all I love
The smile you do
My heart that beats
And flows on you

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.

It's true that my heart
was never free without you.
But who else cares now,
after all, life is what we live by ourselves.
Even caring is just an illusion.
Even though we once shared one hope, it turns out that only one of us always gets a share.
O mercy turned into ruins,
those who were once one are now scattered.
I don't mean to say this,
but why don't we live in many points of view.
Can't we just use it however we want?
It's unfortunate that they always follow the mob.
Happy are those who have their own way.

She keeps reading my poem
The first time I shared with her
The moment I wrote all about her
She keeps reading all the feelings
The words that poured on paper
The ink that fell and couldn't be erased forever
She keeps reading my poem right now
Like the night sky that painted all of the stars there

I sleep on the bed--
      Anxiety joins it.
      I get a nightmare.

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

I talked to the moon about its light.
I could not see it tonight.
The moon said there are no light for tonight.
Because the stars were stolen.
And the moon felt alone.
And I should be gone.
Falling from the night sky down.

Time flies so fast,
that's why I decided to love you

Have you ever found me in my blank poetry?
I try to write something.
But it's too hard to think.
So I left my page without ink.

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 write it!

She is a girl who likes to write.
I am a boy who hates to wait.
She only writes a poetry for herself.
I only wait someone who never comes. We walk in different way.
I never read her poems.
She never comes to see me.
Both she and me are unlucky.

Sometimes,
I want to tell you about the night cold,
and my cigarette lit on my right hand,
and a poem that describes everything
I see the day I pass,
and the sad song,
and dim light on my eyes,
and your eyes will see me from the screen on your phone,
and that melody of a night owl,
and the moon,
and the wind,
and the last breath your fragrance clothes on my jacket,
and your lips hanging out my rose,
I gave you.

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.

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.

On Sunday morning--
A pretty girl is coming.
That's poet lying.

Taste the rain falling
   I'm standing under the tree
   That's music playing

No measure of happiness,
no need to compare.
Life is a way
we enjoy our own parties.

If I can still express all the feelings
I'm experiencing through words,
it's a sign that I'm still alive.

At midnight
I'm still awake
Then I get you from my head
that always shake
And think that you are fake

She tells me.
She wants to back to the past.
I tell her it won't be able even the last.
She never talks to me again.
Her father dies after the rain.
O my God! This is a pain!

I stand for all forms of peace
and against all forms of war.
Can we love each other
as we are human?

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.

People are not happy, so am I.
When you feel you have a great and wonderful life,
they tell you that you don't,
and ruin your day become a part.

You have to grow with a **** life
and people who are not happy always arounds you.
They are you sometimes in others.

You can't be changed by people.
But they always go wherever you go.

People are not happy, so am I.
A modern society life wants you to be like them.
But you are not people who are not happy,
so am I.

We may see a love like this
When I see your smile through my eyes
But you see me cry from other ways

She keeps
the photo to herself.
Sometimes
she shares
with me
the memories
when she goes.
And
among all
that
is stored,
her names
are the things
that cannot
be forgotten.
She keeps
her heart to herself,
and my heart to myself.
She keeps
the things
I shouldn't.
I keep
the discrepancy.

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

In the end,
I returned to an old feeling
that was over for a moment,
the first time I was in the room
but did not realize that I was too comfortable to leave it.

Neither so wide nor so narrow.
But I felt strange in my room,
even though it was an irony
to live with an old bookshelf
with a collection of books
that I had read through
and had read several times.

I'm still thinking about going back
to reading one of my favourite books at the top of the bookshelf, or better delay, or maybe go back to doing nothing.

And at a real age,
we should understand better,
which makes us more comfortable and happy, which worries us more about what we can't achieve, it's good that I should stay here.

I'm a stranger again and arrived among all the boisterous childhood hopes that are trying to be realized in a real future that we never know the end of, and those around who are observing, and even the closest people which we are not aware of its role.

I might prefer the past,
and maybe I'll still be there
waiting for a line to get its turn,
even at death,
or maybe I'll be like one with anxiety sufferers,
which they then say is crazy,
observed a dim lamp hanging in a room that was only large enough for one person,
fell and then broke apart,
then it was pitch black.

I admit
that a form of alienation is created when all is no longer here,
and even in the dark,
and then they realized
that life had known light so much.

But, just one breath.
We're over.

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

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

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

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

My head feels dizzy
And this life is not easy
There is a war there