The boy I knew

The boy I knew

Was the boy I’m in love with

The boy I knew

Was the boy I adored much

The boy I knew

Never let his friend in pain

Always been a gentleman

The boy I knew

Was the boy who thought he knew too much

Was the boy who never gave up on things he did

Was the boy who would always be smiling on his blue day

And the boy I knew

Is the boy who is in love with my friend.

Salatiga, January 26, 2012 23:45

Ada Sesuatu

Ada sesuatu.
Ada.
Pasti ada sesuatu.
Tapi apa?
Entah.


Ia hilang,
Ia terbang.
Bersama dengan apa yang ia ingin capai.


Ada sesuatu.
Ada.
Pasti ada sesuatu.


Mungkinkah ia akan kembali?
Aku tak tahu.
Mungkinkah ia akan di sini lagi?
Aku hanya bisa berharap.


Namun yang pasti,
Ada sesuatu untukku mengharapnya kembali.


Salatiga, February 5, 2012, 10:36

Missing

I really miss the night when we could share things

You, with your own days

Me, with my own works

Things are changing,

People are growing up

Will there be still me in your mind,

If I cross the line between me and you,

Then somehow managing my own future?

Show me the life I should living on

Just to justify the real world that supposed to be clarified

Even if you are not able to,

I’ll still go away and push my wings up

Don’t miss me,

You’re not accustom with it

Just remember me

As the way I should be

Salatiga, October 16, 2011 21:50

What is Us?

You walked

I walk

You went

I go

You left

I leave

Questions to be drawn,

Where'd you go?

Where'll I go?

Nothing could be answered

and nothing can be said

Is this only a drama queen?

or I just making it exaggeratedly?

When what I knew yesterday was only the past

And what I've learnt today was going to be the past

You tend to be care

You tend to be here

Somehow, your smiles are just superficial and artificial

With no harm,

I'd ask you once,

What is us? 

unidentified feeling

I remembered doing fine
Then recalling the past memories of mine

Judging every single day I've stepped

With me, with my life, with my mind, and with my heart

It's kinda boring, I guess

Without anyone else coming with me

But still, I treasuring those events

Those aren't poetic,

but what can I do?

I was left here alone

with no love to remain, even in silent