The constant pecking on the window awoke me. I opened my eyes to the darkness of the room. The dark haze enveloped any sign of light, leaving only traces of thin outlines. A tinged of excitement and fear passed through me. The ticking of the clock just added to the anxiety that was crawling over me. I knew it had come, like it had many nights before. It was then I noticed that the pecking I had heard before had stopped, only to be replaced sejak the howls of the winter winds. I sat up to see the binds swaying back and forth. Through the cracks I saw the shadow that had awaken me many nights before, and done the same now. It was here, and I knew what was next. I brought my hands up to my ears holding it tightly, just in time. His shrilling pierced through the wind. sejak now my eyes were closed. All I had left to do was to wait for him to stop. Everything always happened in that sequence, the pecking, the wind, the shriek, and then followed sejak the silence. He was waiting for me. I walked towards the window. The glints of his eyes were visible now. The crimson cold stare held on to my hazel ones. I slowly pulled the blinds up. There he stood. The moon peeked out of the gray clouds revealing his raven feathers. The moon’s glint beamed off every magnificent feather. He spread out his wings. Loose feather flew into the room. I stood in awe, yet again. No matter how many times I saw the scene it never made seized to amaze me. The fear seemed to vanish, but only for a second. His shriek penetrated through the peace once again. A whimper escaped my lips before I had time to stop myself. That was new. Usually he would only shriek once. It was time. I held my breath, so I ran out of time. He cocked his head to one side, as if to mock me. I swore I saw a smirk creeping on his bill. I know birds cannot smirk. It really is ridiculous, but there it was. His wings fluttered again, this time he took off. The black outline covered the radiant of the moon. The radiant I knew I would never feel atau see again. The last message had arrived. I was not surprised to find a piece of paper carefully folded near my feet. Biting my lips I picked it up. I opened it fold sejak fold. I could taste the metallic blood on my lips but I chewed on. My past flowed into my mind. The laughter, the tears, and finally the joy of life. I unfolded the last fold. “Your last night”. I read it over and over. This was it, my fate was sealed. I felt a single tear rolling down, and that was it.
A special world for anda and me
A special bond one cannot see
It wraps us up in its cocoon
And holds us fiercely in its womb.
Its fingers spread like fine spun gold
Gently nestling us to the fold
Like silken thread it holds us fast
Bonds like this are meant to last.
And though at times a thread may break
A new one forms in its wake
To bind us closer and keep us strong
In a special world, where we belong.
If I could have just One Wish
If I could have just one wish,
I would wish to wake up everyday
to the sound of your breath on my neck,
the warmth of your lips on my cheek,
the touch of your fingers on my skin,
and the feel of your hati, tengah-tengah beating with mine...
Knowing that I could never find that feeling
with anyone other than you.
Love
He longs to just just wring her neck, to make her stop breathing. His hands form a fist, wishing her neck was there. He watches her without a care in the world. Berlakon stupid and ignorant. He wants the satisfaction that only her death will bring. He imagines her dead and laughs insanely. His phyco smile matches his insane personality.
They don't know anything. She's alone. All on her own. She hates that she suffers alone. She wants them suffer, to hear their screams of pain. But like everything else, it's useles. She can't do anything about it. She's alone to cry, scream, and moan. No one to comfort atau hold her. She sucks it up and faces the world. Alone.
They don't know anything. She's alone. All on her own. She hates that she suffers alone. She wants them suffer, to hear their screams of pain. But like everything else, it's useles. She can't do anything about it. She's alone to cry, scream, and moan. No one to comfort atau hold her. She sucks it up and faces the world. Alone.
when Cinta dies
Cinta is the cause of innocent cries,
As when Cinta dies,
Cinta becomes a lie,
The death of their love,
They mourn,
As their hearts are torn,
Broken hearts drift apart,
As they reminisce on the past,
Of the Cinta they hoped would last,
Tears rot into the ground,
As they mourn what they had found;
A Cinta that made them feel sound,
Their only hope if for their Cinta to unfold,
As without eachother their hearts are cold,
Their only comfort; someone to hold,
Their hopes crushed,
for eachother they no longer lust,
As in eachother they no longer trust,
A thought keeping them awake;
For eachother, should they wait?
atau is it already too late?
Can they ever find another,
atau were they made for eachother?
Can they withstand not being together?
[ Because]
When Cinta dies,
Everything turns to lies,
Because when Cinta dies,
We fall apart inside
x
Cinta is the cause of innocent cries,
As when Cinta dies,
Cinta becomes a lie,
The death of their love,
They mourn,
As their hearts are torn,
Broken hearts drift apart,
As they reminisce on the past,
Of the Cinta they hoped would last,
Tears rot into the ground,
As they mourn what they had found;
A Cinta that made them feel sound,
Their only hope if for their Cinta to unfold,
As without eachother their hearts are cold,
Their only comfort; someone to hold,
Their hopes crushed,
for eachother they no longer lust,
As in eachother they no longer trust,
A thought keeping them awake;
For eachother, should they wait?
atau is it already too late?
Can they ever find another,
atau were they made for eachother?
Can they withstand not being together?
[ Because]
When Cinta dies,
Everything turns to lies,
Because when Cinta dies,
We fall apart inside
x
I tried to reach out and touch her but I couldn’t move, and I had lied in my last breath to her, though she stood right in front of me, the tremolo in her voice chiming symphonies of desperation, and all that I wanted to tell her was that I missed her so much that I would do anything she asked if she would just let me hold her, in a completely platonic way because I know she doesn’t Cinta me back, but so I could just smell her hair and feel her body against mine and pretend for just a moment that she was my whole world and that world would never come crashing down around me because...
Silent shadows in the dead of night.
Ghostly girls whisper "everything's alright."
Dark and lonely in the angkasa provided,
Gets the little boys exited.
The screech of the staircase as each boy took a step, Awaken the parents of the girls whom are kept.
The boys have shivers down there spine,
Seems like the girls lied when they berkata everything was fine.
The boys run fast away, sadly only one shall stay.
The whistle blew and time came few, so who shall it be? Sadly the boys wished the ghostly girls they couldn't see.
Down through the halls they giggled with glee, for they had a new toy that was as precious as me.
Ghostly girls whisper "everything's alright."
Dark and lonely in the angkasa provided,
Gets the little boys exited.
The screech of the staircase as each boy took a step, Awaken the parents of the girls whom are kept.
The boys have shivers down there spine,
Seems like the girls lied when they berkata everything was fine.
The boys run fast away, sadly only one shall stay.
The whistle blew and time came few, so who shall it be? Sadly the boys wished the ghostly girls they couldn't see.
Down through the halls they giggled with glee, for they had a new toy that was as precious as me.
Celluoid ghost from Hollywood's past
Forever haunt me on my Televisyen screen
Trapped on video to act out their roles
For all eternity
Judy Garland is in Oz
While Errol Flynn is in Sherwood Forest
The Marx Brothers spend a night at the opera
And a hari at the races
Humphrey Bogart fights crime
While James Cagney leads a life of crime
I beleive The Kinks were right
when they said
Celluoid Heroes never die
Because they are here with us forever
On our televison screens
Note: This poem was inspired sejak the song
"Celluoid Heroes" sejak The Kinks
Forever haunt me on my Televisyen screen
Trapped on video to act out their roles
For all eternity
Judy Garland is in Oz
While Errol Flynn is in Sherwood Forest
The Marx Brothers spend a night at the opera
And a hari at the races
Humphrey Bogart fights crime
While James Cagney leads a life of crime
I beleive The Kinks were right
when they said
Celluoid Heroes never die
Because they are here with us forever
On our televison screens
Note: This poem was inspired sejak the song
"Celluoid Heroes" sejak The Kinks
i open my eyes
invisible
a loner in a dark abyss
surrounded sejak endless oxygen
my only friend.
during hari im average
alone im nothing but my own enemy.
Everyone thinks im so funny
never serious
use to be alone. shy
dont like this feeling.
empty completely
no emotions consume me.
just the dark shell surrounding me.
i want to break through it
but it hardens as i make the gesture
my mind is blank
never thought id be perfect
never thought id be in a dark abyss.
i want to find a friend that wont decieve me
all i want is a best friend. . .
invisible
a loner in a dark abyss
surrounded sejak endless oxygen
my only friend.
during hari im average
alone im nothing but my own enemy.
Everyone thinks im so funny
never serious
use to be alone. shy
dont like this feeling.
empty completely
no emotions consume me.
just the dark shell surrounding me.
i want to break through it
but it hardens as i make the gesture
my mind is blank
never thought id be perfect
never thought id be in a dark abyss.
i want to find a friend that wont decieve me
all i want is a best friend. . .
