Apology

My sun..

It is a sorry for I cannot 

bury you on my anonymous land

It is a sorry for I am powerless

to separate todays and yesterdays

It is a sorry for I'm too feeble

to rip off our memories into pieces

My sun..
It is a sorry for I always

track your memorial paths

It is a sorry for I'm getting used to

wrap up your remaining shadows

It is a sorry for I'm glad

to wake up and found you shining on my days

My sun..

Deep condolences for I cannot forget you

Deep condolences for I'm not ready to lose you

Deep condolences for I'm way too far loving you

p.s. you know for whom this poem is created.

Don't Let Me Die

I’m nothing but a dry grass waiting for the rain to be over me

But all I do is daydreaming to gulp a drop of an oasis

I’m tortured living in the middle of summer’s eternity

My chance of life is now wrapped around a ticking bomb

Cause there’s nothing I could do any less anymore

I will just need to linger till the death gives me a call

Unless you arise and erase my foredoomed infinity

p.s. Dear my sweet sun.. this poem is (again) for you. Understand this, could you please?

Why

Why do you hide behind the camouflage?

Come and

hunt me

shoot me

die me

I'm unarmed

Your eyes clearly witness it

Why are you hesitant?

Do I run?

Do I scare you?

Do I attack you?

I've done no harm

 You already know it too

So Why. Why. Why.

You neither kill me nor save me.

Why?

Jungle Boy

Don’t ever change dear my Jungle boy

Keep memorizing

Cause the clouds will guide you

The wind will direct you

To the land you should belong to

You’ll never have to ask

You’ll never have to do anything

Just stay

Stand still

They’ll come

Set you free

Dear Sun

Dear sun who shine on the green grass

Do you know what the grass look like when you drown in the western sea?

Black..

Blind..

Do you know what the grass feel when you run into another part of the earth?

Frigid..

Perished..

Now, touch them with your bright light

Look!

They are cheerfully green

They are sparkling

They sing to the evergreen

They dance with the wind

Haven't you realized?

They always want to be with you

p.s. it's dedicated for the sun whom I can't move from :)

pic source: http://blog.travelrepublic.co.uk

Things You Shouldn't Do

Don't tell me what I have to do
No care will be given to you
You think that the more important thing than family is you?
Laughter will burst out to you

Don't tell me what I have to do
I have so much alibis to lie to
You pretend that you care so much about me, don't you?
Well, saying otherwise your eyes will do

A Big Fish in a Little Pond

I do know it when they blame ‘someone’ who is not worth to get the price.

The ‘someone’ is me.

They say, “Who is she? She’s just NOTHING!”

Cynically, they add, “But luck is all over her!”

They conclude, “She really doesn’t deserve it.”

Do they think I’m happy with that?

Do they think I can laugh when my friends are in pain?

However, what do they know about me?

They know nothing.

They don’t know me at all.

How can they be so sure that I don’t deserve it?

Do they ever think that I have a fairy godfather?

Well, they only have to know one thing:

It’s not fun to be a big fish in a little pond

Shit, they still blame on me.  

Whatever.

The Disparity

So many birds in the sky fly away high

So many fish in the ocean swim away far

So many lions in the jungle run away fast

So brave

So easy

So light

So many

So many

So many

But me.

Zombie's Fairytale

Cinderella lets her hands off of our rope

She lets her feet step on the smoky clouds

And swishes away

Snow white lets her palm dripping bloods from holding on the rope

A moment or two

She can no longer persevere with that wound

She lets her velvety feet being tightened by the thunder

And twisting away

Alice lets her armpit hooks the rope

That will hurt you so much, Lady

And she almost separates her arm from shoulder

She then jumps to the coarse ground

And crawling away.

Me let my fingers curl the rope.

Red thick liquid walks down the rope.

It’s pouring down from my hands.

It’s really awful.

No swishing away.

No twisting away.

No crawling away.

I’m holding.

Still bleeding.

Keep enduring.

It doesn’t matter if I’m achingly hurt.

It doesn’t matter if my spirit wakes out of my soul.

Don’t mind me.

I’m just the zombie who saves the world.

I’m real.

I’m not a fairytale.

Under Water

If you only look at my ocean from the clouds

If you only see my waves from the rainbow

If you only stare at the colour of the water from the sun

You won’t ever know how seaweed dance

You won’t ever know how fish breathe

You won’t ever know how beautiful the mermaid is

If you have no guts to swim

If you have no guts to dive

You won’t feel how I enjoy every little movement under the ocean

If you dare to tell that ocean is dangerous

I’ll dare to ask, “Are you a clairvoyant?”

You don’t even know that the water tastes salty, you Mr. Sky

So stop telling me your trashy-mouth!

p.s. it's dedicated to someone who has ruined my day successfully. Many thanks.

The Concoction for The Injured Heart

"Strawberry with Chocolate Sauce" made by an amateur cook: Debs. Yum! :9

Alone but not lonely.
Single but not miserable.
That's what you should be
when nobody wants to be your sweetheart.

In scrabble, you don't show your worried face
when you put the unsure words on the board.
That's what you should do 
when facing people questioning you: who's your lover?

Be strong. Or strengthen other people.
If you can't do anything to mend your desperate face,
just be honest to let your tears stream down.
But do set a timer.
That's what you should do
when a sharp sword cuts through your heart.

Remember when your height was short.
You played. You run. You fell.
You hurt. You cried. But then you stopped.
You got up. You played again. You run again.
That's what you should do
When you're trapped in a black hole.

The Birthday Boy

I'm neither your friend nor your enemy.

I'm neither your lover nor your hater.
I'm neither your sister nor your stranger.

But..
I just know you.
And you often see me.

Thus, I think..
I need to tell you happy birthday.
Happy birthday!
I need to warn you.
You've been 20 now!
I need to wish you some good things.
I hope you have a better life.

And I wonder..
What would you respond?
Thank you.
or
Who are you?



*p.s. Er hat heute Geburtstag. Alles Gute!*

pic is taken from shoppersgallery.in

#6 Debs’ Poem: Dari Sela Pintu

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Hari itu

aku mencari dua sudut mata

dari sela pintu

tampak jaket krem pucat

yang tersender rapat di kursi

dan gelas berampas kopi

Hari selanjutnya

dari sela pintu

ku temukan sosok yang aku cari

saling pandang dan

sambil meneguk kopi

kau masih sempat menawarkan

sebuah senyuman

aku membalasnya berlipat-lipat

Ya, satu senyuman saja

cukup untuk menambah pundi-pundi semangatku

hari itu.

Hari ini

aku kembali mengais-ngais

sisa dari dirimu yang masih bisa aku raih

dari sela pintu

namun yang terlihat kini

hanya jaket biru yang tersender bisu di kursi

tanpa gelas apalagi kopi

#5 Debs' poem: YOU

You are the Bermuda triangle
to which I'm inhaled
and cannot escape

You are my gravity
in which I'm pulled

Yes, you are my center of the earth..


*This is a short poem which I've made in a rush these two days. Thanks for Sara Bareilles, you've inspired me..

#4 Debs' Poem: Ridiculous Poem

Observing our paths is breaking

Now, you've just been leaving

Passing by my surrounding

Darling,

Being unable to see you is killing

Cause without you I'm nothing

#3 Debs' poem: Marah Saja

Marahlah
Keluarkanlah
semua marah
Ketika kau sendiri
hingga tak ada orang yang kau sakiti

Marahlah
Teriaklah
Menangislah
Saat tak ada orang di sekelilingmu
Biar Tuhan saja yang dengar kesalmu
Tanpa ada satu jiwapun yang terluka karenamu

Debs' Poem #2

TIME MACHINE

Ketika harapan menjadi bumerang
Ketika harapan pergi mengawang
Ketika harapan dikalahkan oleh kenyataan
Ketika harapan telah habis dibakar masa lampau

Tidak ada waktu yang bisa berputar balik!
Sadarlah!
Yang bisa hanyalah jam dindingmu yang sudah mati!
Kau ingin dia mundur?
Lebih baik kau mati!
Penyesalan..

Hanya Tuhan yang mampu kendalikan..
Harapan kini menjadi kepasrahan..
Hanya itu..
Tak ada mesin waktu

Debs' Poem #1

Penunggang Bayangan

Ada apa sebenarnya?
Apa aku harus mencari tahu?
Apa yang harus aku cari?
Apa masalahnya?
Semuanya masih samar
Semua kabur dalam bayangan
Sosok lain yang hinggap di jiwa yang sama
Siapa dia?
Mengapa dia seperti itu?
Lalu apa yang harus aku lakukan?
Aku tidak tahu
Aku tak berdaya
Aku tidak mendapatkan apa-apa
Aku hanya memeluk kehampaan ini
Terasa kosong