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Dream

the dragon comes into my dream flying round, sneezing fire  slowly it changes form phoenix, giant bird swiftly waving as i follow it dances the dragon comes back normal, real, and touchable and that's how i enter the dragon's life

something to tell

there's no fancy news not even a brilliant idea it's my heart dancing slow tapping as the footstep swing tap... tap...  knocking as the wind whispers "hello..." it's me being silly  as my mind is thinking a simple idea of you and me

Indonesia

Di pelosok itu, Banyak yang tak kenal kita Banyak wajah sederhana Banyak karya dan panorama Di pelosok itu,  Waktu serasa terhenti Jiwa terus bernyanyi Penuh senyum dan ketulusan Di pelosok itu,  Semangat membara Demi sesuatu yang sederhana Demi manusia Demi kita Di pelosok itu, Indonesia.

Half Lap Away

at times, overthink comes perfectly blurred we got confused on how things are related who's running? who's chasing? are you running away from me? am i chasing you endlessly? are you chasing me? am i running too fast? do you hold yourself to make the gap clear? dear,  we're only half lap away i don't care how things actually work the finish line is clear, and its mine to reach

for what's worth

Walking in the middle of the night Waiting for the sun to rise I'm taking back the wasted time of mine For those in brightness For saying what's loose For getting the real thing out of me So I took what's mine Taking back the wasted time of mine Believing what's remained in silence And taking what's mine

30 minutes ago

30 minutes ago a short story was being told about a hero who raised the flag about a girl with the mighty horse freedom was there to find classy, windy, stormy fields of broken flowers as the desert dried, tiers were falling we were two randomly picked human with no clear destination, with unjustified decision

fourth perspective

at  the slippery times of miracle people hang their hope on the highest star do we have the courage to fly that high? at the split second of my blinking life i put my hunch on the forefront line do we have the courage to believe? ourselves? or do we believe in things that never exist?