The immense joy
That flaunted with celebrations
That attracted others
The homeless wishing for such
Is not the beauty I wait for

The multi-faced world
Of multi-minded people
Pouring champagne after war
Will always be the same
Except for the dead

So now
Here alone, waiting
For some miracle to appear
Finally paid off
With scattered hopes for mankind

They still **** each other
my friend
Love,
your human friend

Grinning at the memories
She left in my conscious mind
Like everything still seems present
The cherished times at her laughs
Left smiles of regret to take a chance

Through this road with music
Louder than the wilderness
Good Will Hunting final theme
I have to go see about a girl

The road longing as I accelerate
Take me to her heart once again
Make it my home in her forever
To return everyday and night

Someone shout at them
Scare the beasts away
******* the clean ground
Suicidal animal viruses

Here, here, and there
Everywhere they shelter
Liabilities to the neighbors
Leaving migraine foams

Traces of their deeds
Scattered in the streets
Fighting for barks that’s louder
Bound to be the worst of all

Yes!
Those yellow petals
Fallen
On plain water
She cried all night
Wishin’
I never met her

I couldn’t erase
Those moments
Her lingering
Shy pretty face of her
Beautiful yellow flower

Like the sun was
Always on her
Gorgeous round eyes
Cheeks of cotton
Never forgotten

The princess
I could’ve runaway with
The sunflower
I could’ve watered
Until my last breath

I didn't come to the world
just to see its beauties
I was born to gain everything
I came here to do my duties.

I did not come here to destroy
I was born to make something special
I did not come here to cry
and not to make anyone want to cry
I was just born here to win everything.

There is no leisure time in this world
I came here to do something
and to delight in the outside
I was not born even to feel trapped
I came here to reach the equanimity
I did not come to be tortured
I was born to utilize to everyone.

I came to overcome the bind
I'm going to make a heaven here
This world is a beautiful flower
I'm just a bee, and I'll take out its honey.

"We are books.
Most people will judge us on our covers.
Some people will read us just to **** their time,
not to understand the content.
Some people will read us until the end of page,
but then throw us away;
to be forgotten in the dusty box.
Only few people will keep us as treasure,
appreciate every character every word every story,
and love us with their souls
with no time limit."
-Kanya Puspokusumo-