Friday, March 20, 2015

Fear That Keeps Her Awake at Night

Part 1

“I’m not blaming you. I’m not even blaming those who went away... 

I’m blaming my incapability to accept the fact that someday, someone will finish their part in my story and just stopped being one of the supporting role,

That they will cut themselves, and let the hole they left be filled by someone new.

I can’t accept the fact that someday, someone will just wake up and decide that I am not good enough to be a supporting role in their story, so they just stopped writing my name in their book. 

I can’t have that. 

I love them. 

We used to be so important to each other. 

I don't even want to wonder why are they cutting me.”

Thursday, March 19, 2015

Son of Ares

You're no General,
Not even a soldier
But your thirst of blood is out of control,
your favorite song was the drum of war,
Son of Ares, you're out of your mind
The Situation will soon be out of your hand
Bite your tongue to bleed,
Hold the tremble in your feet
A heart will always wants more,
But know this; the world can't provide every man's desire


Friday, March 6, 2015

Decision of Three



They Say to be able to write,
You need to be able to read first
And to be able to love,
You need to be able to loved first

The concept of life is a circle
For deaths there are births
For loss there are founds
And for wounds, there are remedies
There are “you” for every “me”

This is dedicated for my remedy. For patiently fix and appreciate me.
For being there consistently, listening to me when everyone is tired already
I wish I have loved you right, because whether you did it intentionally or not,
You sure show me so much compassion; it leaves trails in my heart
There is nothing I wish more than for us to meant for each other
But love is a decision of three: You, me, and the hands of destiny

Monday, March 2, 2015

Tiny World around The Wrist

We're in tiny world around the wrist,
Where every move leads to counter move
Thousands of piece live in harmony, ticking the needle of history
We're in an eternal machinery

The tiny world around the wrist,
Dividing fate based on what they see fit
Beneath the needles that could only count to twelve,
There lies the wheels and analog schemes
Big wheels are turning lazily
While the tiny ones dash uneasy

Tiny, tiny wheel,
You might been on place where you felt
that you're nothing
"Among billions that have lived, how could a little me mean?"
"How could a mere creature like me will keep the world alive?"
"The world is huge, and my hands are small,"
says you.

Tiny, tiny wheel,
You may thought that you are a forgotten piece of art
A disposable part
Little did you know, you keep the wheels turning
Every sins and actions keep the story moving
Tiny, tiny wheel
You may be small, but your role is equal

(to be continued)

Sunday, March 1, 2015

Homeless



When did the sun stopped delivering warmth?
When did red stopped being the symbol of fire?
I didn’t remember when this winter end,
But I do remember how it started.
It was when I heard a soft sound of a closed door
And woke up to a goodbye note left on the mirror

I didn’t recall how my heart got broken
Or how did my mind started to change its default mode to sullen
But this ache in my chest, they’re reacting to every spark ignited
To every memories unraveled
I waited to another letter, another words to live on
But there’s no more address to our home,
The streets are gone,
The bridges are burnt,
How come a series of your small steps out
End up being the destruction of my world?

Baby I've gone past blaming your leaving
Right now it's just a war for surviving
The world that gone colder without shelter