Thursday, 31 October 2013

Your Dream

You wake up from your dreams,
With an idea of,
Making it come true.
But then you realize,
You can’t.
You just-
Even how eager you are,
In accomplishing it.
Means nothing,

As for some reasons,
Someone or something,
Will always try to bring you
Down, and tear you

But you keep on doing it,
Because you believe in it,
Believe in-
Your dream.

Wednesday, 30 October 2013


When the feelings,
The emotions,
The ideas,
Come in,
I swear,
That is the best moment
That could happen
To me.
Because I need those-
Emotions, feelings, ideas,
To spread my wings
And fly higher
Than before.

But sometimes,
What I did
Is not enough.
That’s why I’m stuck here,
Unable to move on.
Almost paralyzed.

Would you teach me,

To be better? 

Tuesday, 29 October 2013

Worth it

I bet you still remember
The moment when she
Would make you go nuts

The moment you
Do everything she wants
Just to make her happy
Even when others
Think you are really,
Screwed up.

The moment you
Become a total duouchebag
By leaving up your friends
Just to be with her.

The moment you
Loses your ind,
And calmness,
In front of everyone,
Just because of her.

The moment when
Others are ogling at you
and her,
Over something
That shouldn’t be
Spreaded out

The moment
When you still wants to
Spend her your time
And money
Even you know
You are a total broke
In both ways.

The moment when
You would do supid things
And risk yourself
Just because
You wanna show your ‘true’ self
To her.

I just really hope

That she’s worth it. 

Monday, 28 October 2013


I was in pure darkness.

And you came in,
Like a torch,
Lighted up my life.
Poured me glasses of gladness.
Made me dance to the rhythm.

Then you went away,
Left me
Shattered onto pieces
That can never be fixed.


Temporary sanity

I was surrounded
With everyone
I still feel

I just wanna be free.
Like a strong stallion,
Run as fast as it can,
The moment,
When the rope is untied,
When the gate is opened,
To the finish line.

I don’t wanna be crazy.
I love this,

Temporary sanity.

Sunday, 27 October 2013

That’s how I write

I’m just a lousy writer
Who unable to write
A perfect

I write when my mind,
Can’t shut down its system
Even my body urges.

When I think too much,
Or emotional,
Like how gilrs normally do it.

I’m not gonna lie.
I’m being truthful.

That’s how I write. 

Thursday, 24 October 2013


I am bounded
With memories
And songs.      

It’s amazing
When songs
Can make us
Stirred between

Keep on listening
And singing
And drawn back

To memories within

Wednesday, 23 October 2013


I woke up this morning,
With a strange emptiness
In my mind,
And I don’t know why,
I souldn’t feel that way,
And I don’t like it.
It makes me feel,
I need to change.
I really do.
But I can’t
I don’t know how to.
I’m sick
And tired
With all this shit.
I no longer know myself.
My true self.
Hiding, sneaking upon me,
Waiting the time
To grab my mind
With restless thoughts
And emotions.
Stop it.


Monday, 21 October 2013

Kill me

It’s killing me to say ‘no’,
To leave you

And I would kill
Just to be with you.

But I can’t do it.
I can’t.
There is always
This bad thing
That will always happen
That kills me inside out
When I’m with you
And I hate it.

I’m sorry.

I just can’t. 

Sunday, 20 October 2013

I went to the beach

I went to the beach
To see her beauty,
Her crazy people,
The flowing sea,
The rolling waves,
To feel her breeze,
And her sand
Between my fingers.

There’s a cliff
On my left
It left me wonder.
Intrigued me.
To how do it feels,
To be on top of the cliff
And watching
The boulders
Constantly smashed
By the sea.

And it makes me wonder,
How does it feel,
To jump from it.

Saturday, 19 October 2013

I don’t want them

Stop it.
Get out.
I can’t take it
It’s killing me.
I’m begging you.
Please, stop.
Stop standing there,
Smiling at me.
Go away.
I can’t stand
The weight above my shoulder
I can’t take it anymore.
Just go away.
I don’t want those memories anymore.

I don’t want them anymore. 


Have the habit
Of destroying yourselves
They know they will get hurt.
They know they are hurt.
But they still do it anyway.

Because it’s a habit.

Is that makes them different
With everybody else?

It don’t.

They are still the same,
With different habit,

That destroys themselves.

Wednesday, 16 October 2013

Fuck up

It’s funny,
When we live by promises,
That everything would be,
Just fine.

When at certain point,
We know,
That we will really,
Fuck up.

But that’s just how we roll
We become ignorant optimists
And believe in dreams
Until we fuck up
Again and again.

Are we strong enough
To live it up?


Monday, 14 October 2013

Fantasy II

I need to
And commands
My own mind’
To stop
Fantasizing you.

Because it’s killing me
To let know
That dreams that will
Never come true

Is merely fantasy.

Friday, 11 October 2013


I knew that you are different,
From any other girls,
Who would talk to me,
Since we are closing,
Towards each other.

You gave me strength,
Through your honest sayings.
You gave me reasons,
To keep believing.

I treasure it.

Although I’m a little bit,
Dying inside.

I should not be too easily,
I should not anticipate,
For your stories
And problems,
Your demands for opinions
And advices.
Because it’s wrong.
So wrong.

It somehow,
Gave me promises,
That things will work out
For both of us,
Even I know,

That it would not.

Wednesday, 9 October 2013


I’m not a decisive person.
I can’t really decide,
On what should I do,
And what I shouldn’t.
It makes me wonder.
Maybe because I’m afraid,
Of something that I don’t know.
Or something that I haven’t know.
Bad things that could happen next,

In the future. 


You and I,
Listening to our music,
Having our own time,
Just for ourselves,
And each of us,
That this is not the last,
And it would be great,

If it’s not just my little fantasy. 

Tuesday, 8 October 2013


It was like a dream,
When the first time I set my eyes on you,
It’s beautiful,
Your eyes,
It’s beautiful.

It explains everything,
About things that I don’t understand.
And things that I don’t know.
Then I realized.

I’m just being silly. 

Sunday, 6 October 2013

I think I’m in love

I was amazed.
Those feelings,
Are amazing.
Feelings that I can’t describe.
It feels so weird.
But it felt really good.
Makes your day-
Way happier than before.
Than I can even remember.
Where you see
Everything is candies
Everyone is so happy
Even when they are not.
It makes you think more.
Thinking about someone.

Wednesday, 2 October 2013

Another Person

When I was a kid
I used to think
That what if
I woke up another day
As another person.
What does it feels-
To be-
Someone else?
Would it be better?
Or it would be worst?
And now.
I’m still wondering,
When tomorrow’s sun comes up,
Would I woke up

As the same person as I am today?