Saturday, May 31, 2014


Her face is doomed
His mouth mumbling
Like a handsome idiot
Both are politician
Both pretty
They talk like the smartest
And secretly thinking about sex
Most of their kind is just like them
They talk talk talk
Then sex sex sex
And then comes one hero
Who sincerely cares
And everybody keeps telling
That it’s just for his image
Maybe nobody knows anymore
The slight difference
Between cares and tales

Old Memorial Park

That place was full with darkness
I could see nothing but white smelly smolder
I went there to pick up someone
Someone from my past
She’s pretty but fake
Like a mannequin
Her nose is perfect
And her hair is all black
Back then she was a waitress
In a restaurant right down the Sunset Street
Near my apartment, a place where I barely live
We’re not a lover
Nor a best friend
I just knew her from where I got my coffee
And she just knew me as one lousy customer
Not long from now she just got hit by a car
I saw her from across the street
And dropped my cup of coffee
I stood there for three hours
And she was brought to faraway
Far from Sunset Street
So I don’t drink coffee anymore
Instead, I went to that Memorial Park
To pick her up and trying to be a lover
One night I dream
I drink coffee and she walks next to me
Hand on hand, still on the Sunset Street

Thursday, May 22, 2014

I want to be that silly woman who doesn't care much about everything. I want to be irresponsible and do what I like. I want to be sarcastic and not afraid of anything. I want to be free.

What if..

Hi, world. It's been a long time.. I don't feel really well today. I miss my friends a lott.. I feel lonely here.. I wish, and I really wish, I could turn back time and go to my very happy moments. I want to sing, I want to play.. Just this second, I want to close my eyes and fly. Fly to my long long happiness. I want a longgg deep hug. I'm too scared of everything. Gimana kalo semua mimpi-mimpi gw cuma semu. Gimana kalo gw bakal end up being nobody.. Gimana kalo I'm not that good or I'm not trying hard enough.. Gimana kalo gw kehilangan cinta dalam hidup gw.. Gimana kalo gw sendirian.. I'm scared and I just need a longg deep hugg.. Just this time.. Gimana kalo semua tulisan gw tentang mimpi memang cuma mimpi.. Gimana kalo semua perasaan excited gw tentang mimpi cuma berenti di situ aja.. Gimana? Ah, I feel sick..