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Hamzah Dec 2024
All my life,
I've been asking "why?"
Questioning things
Yet one answer remains
"So be it"
Hamzah Oct 2024
Love is sometimes near.
As near as hugs yet still trying to get closer.

Love is sometimes special.
It's discovering new things and embrace them.

Love is sometimes warm.

But some other times,
Love is far.
Sometimes it's untouchable nor reachable.
But you won't feel the distance.

Love is basic.
Sometimes it's the same old things that happen continuously.
But you cherish it anyway.

Love is cold.
Sometimes it's much colder,
And yet you can feel her warmth.

Because,
Love is there.
Every single day.
Every single night.
Every second.
Every blink of an eye.
because love contradicts
Hamzah Nov 2024
Is waking up,
Reality is ****** up.
Hamzah Jan 8
Time is unstoppable
Pausing is impossible
Pending the inevitable
Things built starts to rumble

For all the things i savour
I know i'm no saviour
Hamzah Feb 23
In this void and isolation,
Sit Eames serves his damnation,
Neigh in his ears voices of the past,
Wrought sanity in each moment that last.
Please stop!—Shout Eames with braveries,
Beneath his ceaseless reveries,
Retardation for him is inevitable,
Henceforth, numbness is insatiable.

Whilst the time lives as is,
Forsake the lunatics,
Sought means in stampede,
Mere discovers naught awaits,
Good God! Creat’d us for greed!
Forgotten the innocent without traits,
In this void and isolation,
Sit Eames serves his damnation.

Locketh every door that once unveil’d
Refuse Eames’ present as he walk’d
Thou hast no haven herein!
Spurn’d wherever he’s within.
All the doors slow gone,
Thus Eames abideth alone.

No solitude he bears,
Pure absence of any wight,
Naught but none ought to care,
Mere presence none weight.
These isolation he wish’d to end,
He no longer able to withstand;
Poisons swallow’d,
With the hope of termination of sorrow,
Yet death neglect,
To make his mind dissect.

Rest ye’ rusty ol’ fool!
The world won’t bestow you any tool!
Albeit wield’d dagger in his hand,
Pointing towards thee who abandon’d.
Thou know not the travails I hath endur’d?
Shout Eames with eyes hollow’d.
Naked knees bruised as old rag,
Due to an endless beg,
He seeks no salvation,
He seeks no redemption.

Out of the blue,
A soft hand reach’d for him,
Ask’em to grew,
From the kneel did by him.
Is shelter is what you need?—spoken voice sneek
Suddenly terminate Eames’ bleak.
As a goddess who descent,
Radiated an impeccable scent.
With the spirit to back stood,
He finally stands for good.

Why do you take a sinner’s hands?—Eames inquisitively ask’d
At what cost one died in his sins?—said the woman thought it’s her task.
Eames fallen deeper into the pit,
A sudden urge flows in his pith.
There’s a hive and there’s a home,
Yet this one freed him from his catacomb.

Days upon, the broken man bloom,
As the slow march of his gloom,
Awaken an unbeknownst mirth,
Henceforth the absent-mind rebirth.

Pray tell, what dost thou call thyself?—Eames ask’d with fervent haste,
Julia—said the woman who’s innocent and chaste.
They wander to wheresoever they might wend.
Whilst Eames wish’d it’d never end.
Deeper known he hoped to know,
About Julia, the one he thought was faux.
Enlighten me further of thyself, Julia.
Ignore and thou’rt blessed—said Julia.

His insatiable curiosity dost leadeth to his demise,
Lead to many questions arise.
Ask’d but none answer’d,
His curiosity grew as cancer.

Once upon, Julia doth unveils,
About her story and her tales.
She was wound’d like Eames.
As well she never experienc’d dreams.
That verity, left Eames dread,
Is she just a ghost he creat’d?
Delud’d with his lunacy,
In which his brain and eyes have incoherency.

Eames’s brain illuminates,
That Julia is the one he creates.
Eames sudden epiphany
Compose a hymnody
That Eames,
Is still living in his dreams.
Whilst the world keeps forgetting,
Whilst the time keeps marching,
He is still in void and isolation,
He still sits and serves his damnation.
He is still damaged
Hence, he can’t be salvaged.
Hamzah Mar 13
There's a strange man staring blankly at me.
With black circles around his eyes,
Pale skin, messy hair, and doesn't look well-groomed.
His skinny body covered in a bad fashion-sense.
He looks daunting.
Nay, he looks into nothing.

There's a strange man staring blankly at me.
An unfamiliar face i never saw before,
Dark brown iris surrounded by stained white around it.
He's just looking at me, i'm not even sure what he wants.
Does he need help?
Does he do that just because?

There's a strange man staring blankly at me.
Cold, like a rifle barrel in a gun point.
Sharp, like a 5.56 millimeter waiting to be fired.
And yet his eyes, doesn't spark anything.
His face is flat and emotionless.
No intention to kills but showing no mercy.

There's a strange man
Lives in my mirror.
Hamzah Jan 24
I just figured something out,
That i have a superpower that no one has
Is to summon anyone from anywhere in the world

Not by warping space-time continuum and portal,
Nor disintegrating and reintegrate their matters and teleport.

Not even by persuading talks to make them come
But by perturbing thoughts that i simply can't be alone.
Polluting my mind with the idea of their presence,
Corroding my sanity at will to reject their absence.

It might sounds like an illusion
But those imagery have diluted to reality.
I refuse to believe that it is a delusion
My brain simply suffused with such ability.
Hamzah Nov 2024
All the sparks and heat that i'm excited about,
All those adrenalins that rush,
All those fires i ignite,

For the sake of pleasure,
For mere instantaneous joy,
For a relief i never thought i seek.

I never meant to hurt anyone,
I never meant to burn anything precious,
I never want to

Yet, all those ignitions,
Are long overdue.
For once, i burned my home down.
Hamzah Dec 2024
Life once asked the death
“Why do people hate you but love me?”
She asked him curiously
“It’s simple.”
He answered.
“That’s because i’m the painful truth.
And you are the sweetest lie.”

Life was still curious
“What if there are someone who thinks that i’m the painful lie?”
She asked.
“Than, they would think that i’m the sweetest truth.”
He smiled.

I’ve been taught by my mother
That it’s much better to tell bitterest truth
Than sweetest lie.
It’s much better to be honest.

I’ve grown up and learned something
That sweet lies are things that most people seek.
They learned, they fell, they woke up and they walked
By the things that we knew as sweet lies
Life taught me so.

I’ve grown up and learned something
That most of people were frightened by the bitter truth
They know that things existed
They know that, that bitter truth would come
And they would run away, even though they couldn’t.
Death told me so.

But when life hits me hard once.
I know that beautiful lie aren’t beautiful after all.
So is life.
And that teaches me something that i believe until now.
That death is our best friend.
‘Cause he’ll come to us.
It’s just a matter of time.

I’ve been taught that it’s better to be honest.
But we live in things that contained with lie
And i’ve learned from death.
That he'll never tells the truth even though he is the truth itself.

So if you don’t understand what life is
And what death is.
You won’t be able to understand me.
Neither the words that i'll tell you.

That this might be the last lie
From all the bullcrap that spilled out from my mouth
I don’t love you anymore
And i never do.
Hamzah Jan 22
They say, "When you love something, set it free."
Are they tho?
When you love something, you don't stop loving it.
Even if the whole world talk you out of it.
Even then, especially then.

Because if you could set it free that easily
Then, it's not love.
It's just a random disposable stuff that can be thrown in instance.
It's a piece of crap that once you mistaken as a jewel.
It's a bad movies with a great CGI.
It looks good once, but not memorable.

Because love should be memorable.
Don't ever forget that!
Even if the whole world tell you to forget it.
Even then, especially then.
Inspired by Ted Mosby's speech in HIMYM
Hamzah Nov 2024
You know what you really want, when you seek for love. Attention, affection, affirmation, etc. You know you'll get it, if you choose to love me. It might sounds like my ego or my narcissistic side. But it might be true.

It might seems like a tinder profile. But here is a list of things you'll get from dating me:

1. When you choose to love me, you'll get a complete package of a drama movie. You'll get joy, sweet words, happiness, and of course, love. But you'll also get tears, anger, disappointment, and it could end up in a broken heart. So you have to be ready.

2. When you choose to love me, you have to be prepared to listen all of my what ifs and dreams. You have to be prepared for living on a prayer because i'm so ******* good at being patient and grateful.

3. When you choose to love me, you'll learn an interesting things about me. But you have to know that i'm the only one who think it's interesting. Others just think it's madness and messed up.

4. When you choose to love me, you have to learn to handle me at my worst. You have to be mature enough to admit that you're sorry. Because i definitely won't be afraid to do so.

5. When you choose to love me, you have to take down my ego. Then, you can easily conquer me.

6. When you choose to love me, you have to be a home.

When you choose to love me, you'll get everything you ever dream of. But baby, let me tell you something. I'm a comfort zone that you really have to be brave to step out of it. I'm a short escape from reality that you always seek. I'm a sweetest dream you'll ever get but **** they were always right about waking up.
All i'm saying is, don't.
Hamzah Nov 2024
Act I - Prologue

When things didn't end well
They often make my eyes swell
For all the time i borrow
It mostly ended in sorrow

Act II - Different

I think it's gonna be different
How on earth that I'm one of the constant
Things should change
Else I'm the one who's derange

Act III - Constant

I was wrong
Like that one song
That's already recorded
It's unchanged

Act IV - Epilogue

I was never good at farewell
So, do tell
Come closer and speak
About the kind of ending you seek
I have a hard time thinking about the title. Please let me know if you guys have a better idea for the title.
Hamzah Nov 2024
I don't know since when you chose to leave.
What i already know is that you never accept me anyway.
But there was time when you make me feel my presence.
Not just that, but also my existence.
That one beautiful moment for me who keep coming back to you.
Or maybe i never really come into your life.
But it's okay, life is full of confusion anyway.

There are so many words i'd like to say.
But i know you'll laugh at it all the way.
Because maybe you think i'm a joker and you're one of my masterpiece.
I don't know why god made it this way.
Like a beautiful rose that filled with thorns.

It's the third time for me to let you go.
But saying "goodbye" for me is just another "hello".
Like we usually do.
Like we did it now.
Hamzah Dec 2024
I used to think that i know love really well.
When i try to be sweet by picking her up.

I used to think that love would cover the mistakes.
Small one, or big one if love is strong enough.

But no, mistake is a mistake. Love is love.

Love is seeing her watching movies.
Smiling and somehow trying to cuddle me.

But no, it's about listen to her words.

Love is sad when she's away.
Missing her around and sometimes call her.
Love is arguing over small things.
And laughing later on.

Love is spending time together.
Sharing poems about future.
Love is expectation. This one is pretty dangerous.

Love will sad when you used to be mad.
Love will cry when your tears dry.
Love will love when you're afraid to leave.
But love will leave when you're in love.
Two
Hamzah Jan 18
Two
Am i going mental?
Why do i keep talking to a brick wall?
Am i going superstitious?
Why do i try to communicate with a ghost?
Am i losing my mind?
Why do i chase pavement?
Am i losing my sense?
Why do i seek non-existence?

Am i?
Am i?
Am i?
Am i writing a poem?
Or am i talking to myself?
Or am i?
Or,
Please stop this noise
Please stop before it's too late
Or,
Is it already too late?

You are too late!
You spineless indecisive ****!
You already talking to yourself!
I'm not a noise!
I can't be stopped!
Introducing Hans Friedrich
Hamzah Feb 2
Unlike life,
Love has meaning
To cherish and be cherished

Unlike life,
Love is pretty
Is the face that i long for and remember

Unlike life,
Love is colorful
Like an abstract painting that captures emotion

Unlike life,
Love is predictable
Like a terrible chess player or bad movie plot

Unlike life,
Love will stay
For as long as love would

And unlike life,
I don't want love to end
I don't want love to leave.
Hamzah Jan 23
It's suffocating to think
That saying "hello" will end up in a farewell.
Hamzah Feb 12
I no longer think we're meant to be
You had endure enough pain before
For I, is such a melancholy
And you, might be another one i tore

So, thank you, for all the time i borrow
Time is all yours to have
Because, if i'm the god of sorrow
I apologise for the tears i gave
Hamzah Feb 15
I don't want to throw away your toothbrush
Because I don't want mine to feel as lonely as i am.
Hamzah Dec 2024
What if we pretend, to have a goodbye we didn't had
What if for once, we stay
What if we change, the very last moment
What if we just enjoy, the last memory we had.
Hamzah Feb 15
Unless you are a twin, you were born alone.
Unless you are an ant, you live alone.
Unless you are a soldier, you'll die alone.
Hamzah Apr 14
I've used too many wordplays
Now i think "disposability"
Is a kind of special ability
Hamzah Dec 2024
Arms wounded
Hearts burnt
Time heals
*******, isn't it?

Each scars represent
Something with no meaning
Only blood flowing
Like an untamed inundation

Hurting the one you love

Hurting the one i love

Hurting the one

Hurting you

The one you love

The one i love

The one
Hamzah Nov 2024
When i was 5, i've been told
I can't eat dirt
I can't touch flame
I can't see the sun directly

When i was 10, i've been told
That 10 is greater than 5
That wind is just a moving air
That ice is made from water

When i was 15, i've been told
Don't be mean to others
Don't be snob for what i have
Don't be coward for what i stand for

When i was 20, i've been told
I might be breaking someone's heart
I might become untrusted
I might be manipulative

When i was 25, i've been told
I can't change
That i am who i am now
Don't be such a ****
Else I might be alone til' the end.
All those things they said to, they never bother telling me why.

— The End —