It was 3:27 in the morning,
when I woke up too early
just to feed my mind
of the lessons that were hard
to bare with, I studied then.
Too creepy, silence killed me,
the voice of the cold wind
whispered in my ears. (whoosh!)

Minutes passed, I heard noise
coming from the window pane,
it was intimidating, disturbing.
But I didn't mind it,
I continued reading on my notes.

Not too later, I took a break.
I stretched my arms, and my legs.
Well, it is really tiring to study.
I was thinking, that the sun
already rose up,
because I heard footsteps,
and laughs, which maybe
came from the people outside.

So then I drew my eyes
into the windows,
I saw a man, wearing
his jogging pants,
and white jacket.
He stopped, and stare at me,
and waved his hands,
I saw him face to face,
then I waved my hands too,
but I wondered, I asked myself:
"Do I know him?".

The awkward moment
is when I realized ---

my room is in the 3rd floor.

Whispers are sometimes louder
     than screams.
Sometimes it is easy to escape
     from those rusty chains.

A step is sometimes farther
     than a thousand miles.
And tears are sometimes sweeter
     than smiles.

A day is sometimes colder
     than a night.
Sometimes it is clear to see
     when you are blind.

Words are sometimes more painful
     than a sword.
Sometimes to live longer,
     is to die first.

A river is sometimes deeper
     than any ocean.
A walk is sometimes faster
     than a run.

We may begin each chapter with cries,
     and ends up with laugh.
Well, my point of view is not that strong
     than what others have.

© 2011

We've been in each other's arms for not too long —
but long enough to know that I love you,
no more trust will be fading — I am yours
and there thy rainbow comes.

When thy ravens start to become white,
when thy morning will never bring out the light,
when our ship has already arrived to the shores —
there I'll stop from loving you.

When thy stars in the sky will never shine,
when there'll be no more words left to rhyme,
when you can't read anymore between the lines —
there I'll stop from loving you.

When you will turn into a new leaf,
when you bury to once graveyard, thy mem'ries
when you walk a million miles away from me —
there I'll stop from loving you.

When we surrendered to take the bulls by the horns,
when thy peace, never be coming back to our home
when we can't follow anymore where thy river flows —
there I'll stop from loving you.

When every diamond will be broken by gold,
when thy mountains, or thy valleys will be moved
when I'm dead, and will be withered along each road —
there I'll stop from loving you.

I write.
I hide.
My parents never knew I make poetry
and every time they ask me:
"It's already late in the evening,
why are you still awake?"
I lied.

I burnt scratch papers of my poems
into million ashes,
'cause they are too many to keep.

It has almost been six years since
I started expressing my thoughts in my pens,
still my parents never knew I make poetry.
I just don't like them to know!
I hope they will be proud of me,
of their son.

So I burnt scratch papers of my poems
into million ashes,
to keep this as a secret.

I write.
I hide.

Love is but a game;
manipulations of emotions are required.

I complicated your life
with these feelings,
and it's hard to accept
of you being untroubled
with my absence.

I was finding possible ways
to fix every broken word,
but every broken road
lead to me to a conclusion:
love is a luxury
we just can't afford,

You're still beautiful,
beneath the moonlight,
drawn by the clouds,
and I can't be jealous of
seeing you with him,
holding you closer
than I was with you before.

I don't know
     how to spell love:

is it
                          "F-O-R-G-I-V-E-N-E-S-S"?

don't wanna give a ****...


                                                         but **** it!





                            it HURTS ! ! !

Every insomniac night that I have been spending,
Thinking to every man who walked in the midst of darkness:
I know I'm a sinner, so I knelt without doubts to crying;
I believe to You Jesus, Your Heart is where I belong.

The rain has come, and now I'm drowning from the flood,
And the loneliness can never be stopped from changing me:
I spent all my remaining time finding for that wonderful rainbow,
But the bitter I did guess, the best thing I sought You.

I open up to the days for the reality; for the truth
For I can't find any shoulders where to lay my head.
You Heart is my Home, and to look into the skies is a proof
That even if I know I have mistakes I'm still accepted.

People are killing every moment in their lives by those lies,
To which I also committed; but I can't rely on to the price.
You've lifted me Jesus, to the highest happiness You enthroned,
And now I really sound better, for Your Heart is now my Home.

I can hardly bring myself to sleep ---
     my pillows are still so wet
I'm drowned on the ocean of tears,
     from these hours I should forget;
Pretending I'm still holding on,
     but it feels so different
And now I have nothing else left ---
     for you to break.

do I have to stop now from writing poems
when my words now never wanted to rhyme at all,
when ocean was already turned into desert
when time has left me unknown and wounded,

when there's no one who melted me with love
when consequences told my mind just to stop,
when fragile promises were already broken
when the azure sky has torn out into pieces,

when lies still sound better than the truth
when this life has ever found nothing to prove,
when I'm tired for that girl I've been searching for so long;
do I have to stop now from writing poems?

O Dearest Land!
Thou is still caged
     from everybody's tongue
No! Ev'rybody was shedding
     only crocodile tears!
Tho Thou is a butterfly
     they've ne'er perceived:

O Dearest Land!
May Thou could be freed
     to azure skies above
Ev'rybody was just pretending
     from the shadow's hands,
I would ne'er drop my weapons;
     'til this war would stop!

O Dearest Land!
Thou is a once creation,
     'tis from Thee:
Hope the rain would bring
     a clear view of the strands
For I might be dead 'fore be awaken
     in the battlefield.

O Dearest Land!
I confess all my sins
     I committed a thousand times:
Wish if i would die,
     I would be laid on peace
And to retire with Thou
     along the road of success.

If you really want me
to wander the world
by your love,
don't you worry
I'll be walking with you
in a heartbeat.

Jeez...

        you're always barking a wrong person.

                                        Stop it!
                                                           Enough!

Is there someone who would
     be proud if I achieve my goals?
But how about, if I couldn't
     reach them all?
Is it still worth living when in that
     certain moment I would fail?
If this life has never been consistent,
     do I have to keep pretending
     in what I feel?

Is there someone who would cry
     for me if I lost my way?
How about being happy if I found
     the treasures in me?
Is there someone who would dare
     to catch me the time I fall?
But if this life is making me useless,
     do I have to be hanged
     from each blood-stained wall?

Is there someone who would wipe the tears,
     and would never let them return?
Someone whom I chose to conquer,
     but has never been conquered after all;
Is there still a rainbow after a rain —
     after everything has been flooded?
If this life is often so unfair,
     is there someone who would
     be my remedy for those tears?

Is there someone else who would
     throw flowers when I'm gone?
Someone who would be saving
     my last breath on happiness
     within her arms?
Is there someone who would
     see me, hear me, and love me
     though I'm not the best?
If this life has never been mine,
     do I have to take the risk
     to take the rest?

Is there a freedom for effervescence,
     and an effervescence for freedom?
Is there someone for no one,
     and no one for someone?
Is there an answer to each question
     that I could write but couldn't say?
And if this life is made to be wonderful;
     can you tell me, yes or no —
     can you tell me who are they?

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"I used to.
But I'm already tired
digging your holes!"

"We're done.
I remember.
I'm also tired
playing your *****!"

I design for love,
I see me on their mirrors;
be my remedy.

Why every single time
I am with you,
my heart trembles,
my arms
wanting to hug you tight
and my lips
always
desire to kiss you
so softly,
that slowly
kills me inside?

The more
we talk,
the more
I fall in love.

The sunlight is in your eyes
Live with every risk in life,
For tomorrow might not be awake
For tomorrow might be the end.

Love the day that offers hope
Less the nights of imperfect souls,
Let your heart fades the shadows
For the roads might bend tomorrow.

Forget heartaches, smile in the rain
The joy will ever take away the pain,
For tomorrow might not be awake
For tomorrow might be the end.

The moon illumined
the night,
perfect scenery
for two hearts
succumbed
to fiery emotions,
burning blood
all over our bodies,
our knees trembled.
The silhoutted stairs
are so quite,
I could hear your
whisper of longing,
I grabbed your hands,
and pressed my lips
against yours.
You devoured it.
My lips are yours.
I am yours.

Forget heartaches.
Simply smile.
Show up.
Let go.
Enjoy life.
Never pretend.
Remember forgiveness.

It took so long
for you
to remember me again.

your CASH
someday will turn to ASH
and SH......
you will also burn in H ..


so beware..

I've tried
     hard
          enough to
               make her
                    realize,

                    and still
               I just can't
          be with
     her
in any
     matter
          of time...

               but now,

                    do I have
               to pursue
          what
     I feel?;

or do
     I have
          to forget
               her
                    'cause I
               always fail? ...

Why moon is more poetic
than the sun?
When beneath in it are lovers,
walking hand in hand;

Why rain is more poetic
than a day?

I don't care —
for she'll ever be loved by me,
than myself.

Why is it so hard to read
between the lines?
Why choosing once loving arms,
saddens someone's night?

When expressing loneliness
is so much to distinguish,

I don't care —
for she'll ever be loved by me,
than myself.

Why tears are more poetic
than a thousand smiles?
When crying,

crying is the only
thing to be done,
when words left unspoken:

Why wounds heal,
but scars still remain?

I don't care —
for she'll ever be loved by me.
than myself.

Questions seeking for answers.
Answers which are lost.

And even if I can' t have it now,
I know who is my choice.

I don't want again to wander alone
in the forest,
For there's nothing more poetic
aside from loving her
than loving myself.

Poetry?
When could I write good,
hollow
thoughts were burned.

Don't you ever think
you are one step ahead from me.
Because the truth is
you are always two steps behind.

Spare me some of your love
and love shall color our hearts each day;
no roads will diverge, and make me move,
if you could be my only loving way.

Spare me some of your time
and time shall reveal happiness to our world;
odd words from frozen faces will rhyme,
if you could be my only loving girl.

Spare me some of your kisses
and kisses shall warm our moonlit nights;
we will embrace the darkness of the eve,
if you could be my only loving wife.

We will meet on the horizons
where no one can ever hold us apart,
and that...

...if you spare me some of your love.

one heart.
one love.
one God.
one voice.
one nation.
one world.

Honestly,
you simply fill up
the gaps of my fingers.

So I will shut up
for me to hear you.

Lonely waters,
I tried to understand —
river flows in your eyes.
Truth be told,
I was another victim
of your lies.

Melancholy,
can be beautiful
and profound.
It wasn’t me
who chose darkness —
the other way around.

barely
                                             breathing,


STILL                 she's

                           the girl
                I used
                                                          to LOVE

'Tis end of the world...

                   ...after ice and fire collide.

my emotions
are bone scaffolds;
too weak and old,
keep on breaking,
keep on fixing,
disappointed, unloved,
overdosed with anesthesia,
a disaster in finding a cure
for this dementia

Poetry*. Is it from the heart or from the mind?

I will color your world with rainbows,
and will wipe your tears for tomorrow.

If only you could see me like clouds,
you will never cry for million doubts.

I will be here still hopeful, still waiting,
until your heart will my heart again.

Show me love on hundred waters
that drowned me closer to you,
show me the moon and stars
hidden on the night's shadows.
Show me cruelty on every mistake
that made you realized my worth,
show me tears when you leave,
and I will stay, waiting for you.

Our hearts are burning with fire
we meant to ignite in the dark,
our eyes are bewitched with lies,
we never mind, we lost the spark.

Show me care on purl stitches,
trying to cover every pain,
show me my wings and wishes
so I could move on and fly again.
Show me love on hundred waters
that drowned me closer to you,
and tell me it is over now,
tell me, so I can let you go.

I'm crying in the rain,
so no one would notice.

No cakes, no gifts
or surprises needed.
Just my friends, family
and You, oh Lord!
Another year
has come for me
to endure, to perspire,
to mature, to inspire,
to forgive, to laugh,
to believe, to trust,
to live and to love.
Thank You so much
for giving me
another chance.

This one's not gonna end,
bury my heart
if you'd love someone else.

Take my tears, I can't pretend,
let the world know
I'm afraid to lose you.

This day, I hope no one but you,
will stand beside me
in the midst of sorrow.

But if you'd leave me,
leave me dead
in the forest nowhere to be found.

This one's not gonna end,
bury my heart
if you'd love someone else.