Sunday, February 15, 2015

this is the story about

this is the story about the secret agent
who stands by concealing his identity
who stands by the loneliness far away to protect his fiancè
who stands by feeling so much guilty and tormented after postponed his wedding

this is the story about the mail man
who brings new like a magazine would do
who brings smiles under his sweaty cap though he was tired
who brings only a box of fried rice for his wife on his way to home

this is the story about the pedicap rider
who drives from dawn to dusk
who drives in fatigue and still disrespected by the heartless mothers from the market
who drives miles just to buy his daughter a birthday gift

this is the story about the brat guy
who lives particularly next door
who lives under the addictions of drugs
who lives struggling, suffering his pain

this is the story about the prostitute
who desires being a daddy's little girl instead of late night in the club
who desires to be loved by her true love
who desires a practical normal life

this is the story about the born to be rich
who wear his pride everywhere he goes
who wear expensive suits and arlojis
who wear no more his dream becoming a doctor for he was sadly forced to run his father's company

this is the story about the famous lawyer
who gives her best in the front of law court
who gives victims hope to win the session
who gives her mind an order not to concern the misjudged for helping criminals

this is the story about the poor fresh graduates
who works at the bar serving beers to pay back the debt to the mafia
who works on his weed everytime he lose his faith to God
who works to death to buy ring for his engagement

this is the story about the mafia
who slays every single soul who considered as an enemy
who slays also his conscience everytime he murder people
who slays his heart into pieces pretending not to have any kind of human sense

this is the story about the stubborn
who still close both of their eyes and ears
who still follow the stereotype and think one sided only

who still dumbly realize nothing after the past three minutes reading my poem

analogi metafora

surya membara 
menyelinap di lapis-lapis besi
ego membara
menyelinap di lapis-lapis emosi

bumi berguncang
mengoyak retak anak tangga
hati berguncang
mengoyak retak rumah tangga

mulut membisu
tiada berkata kemudian dicaci
raga membisu
tiada usaha menyesal nanti

luka tergoreh
membekas perih di kulit mati
iman tergoreh
membekas dosa dan lalu mati

a Déjà Vu

in the light of evening you're dying of hunger

and decided to eat commons habitual supper

you offered the menu saying "the meal is lecker"

i said no my coffee is more more better


you're a freak of sleepless and smokes like endless

you forgot stuffs and naturally reckless

you dont blabber much and say things careless

even so, we went along better than the previous


i think i'm kind of misjudge you

for when it rains who gave me an umbrella is you

it feels like a Déjà Vu

a Déjà Vu

a Déjà Vu

cause someone ever did it to me too


i went home by the light of you under the moon

your car fragrance adhere my top that sweat at noon

in my dream that night i see us together eating macaroon

i hope that we could catch up again soon



tiny cotton candy

i was an innocent brat who did a crime

cause in this giant gaze of bliss i crossed the line

i barely remember the phrase of wicked 

it is free to put me in jail i'd be punished


when the sun goes down the sky

my sins were slipping by

through the warmth of laughters

through the jiggle of shoulders


this song is about some guilty plea

for thinking about tiny cotton candy idea

that dissolve at the tip of the tounge area

and unseen by the cornea

you'll see how lies works

you'll feel how lies worth


this last sips of caramel taste sweet and quench

i wish there are still more in my clench 

oh no

the swinging of clockwise is breaking the bench

but thanks to God, He forgive me by the drenched