Blog of Poetry

If this life is one thing at a time, would you be mine? If this life is two thing at a time would you still love me or give your half to other? If this life is full of parallel things, will we search each other in many different realms? If we found ourself trapped in the afterlife will we hold each other's hand? And if this life is full of infinite possibilities of continuity, are you still greedy enough to be the number 2

Don't be storm, cause no storm can last forever. But even if you are storm, i wanna be spinning around with you till the end of time

i wish i could tell how much i love and need you everyday

Some people really loves sunrise and sunset. Enjoy the touch of the sunshine through their skin, they were looking forward to feel warm, and overwhelmed with joy. Some people loves the beauty of the moon and stars, they were waiting for the right moment and the rhythm of the song was going blue. Some people loves the rain, and every drops of it turns into a lullaby to their soul. But will you still love the clouds even it's turning grey. Will you go out and see the darkest hour in gratitude? Will you see the beauty not only from your eyes? ~a tiny human stranded in a small spot of universe~ #darkclouds

Bilamana tatapan kita saling beradu, aku selalu ingin jadi yang pertama memalingkan wajah Bilamana kau beranjak dari kursi, aku yang pertama bertanya kemana perginya kaki mungil itu? Memantau bayangmu cukup membuatku ketagihan, Cuma lewat siluet itu aku berani mengirim senyum Berkat bayangan, aku bisa tau bagaimana kabarmu saat ini sampai cahaya berada persis di atas kepalamu, tidak ada lagi informan setia untukku.

Aku benci uang. Ya, tapi aku bukanlah suci. Ingin sekali diri ini merampok semua yang kaya dan miskin tak terkecuali. Aku benci karena jual diri dan menjarah hanyalah hobi manusia tertentu bukan kebiasaan kita setiap hari.

Seandainya dulu, tepatnya bulan ini kau tak sok jagoan memenuhi tanggung jawab sebagai kepala keluarga, mungkin kau yang pertama mengangkat pisau dan menodongkannya kepada aku yang bebal ini. Tapi sama saja, bulan kelima tetap saja menyisakan parut meskipun bukan dari mata pisaumu