So... this is the first time I post my poems here (I just found this spot:) But I'll post them and see what anda think:) This poem was made for a friend of mine here... For her story! Hope anda all like it:)
I’m Lost in the remains of our love,
Trying to find a way to get out of
This dark place, looking for a light…
I’m travelling through my memories,
Searching in the good moments for a
Clue that this bad moment would come.
But in the sparkling memories I only
Find what I thought was love…
It was heaven with an Angel only
For me, and now it’s hell without a
Way out… I want a sun to guide me out!
His voice is Singing in my mind,
When danger is close I hear him…
When I dream, I see him…
And it breaks my heart…
I try to let go but he’s stuck in my mind!
If only I could find a light to help out…
To take me out of this dark pain!
If only I could find a way to reach out
To the real world… To let go of the sorrow!
So... Tell me what anda think:)
I’m Lost in the remains of our love,
Trying to find a way to get out of
This dark place, looking for a light…
I’m travelling through my memories,
Searching in the good moments for a
Clue that this bad moment would come.
But in the sparkling memories I only
Find what I thought was love…
It was heaven with an Angel only
For me, and now it’s hell without a
Way out… I want a sun to guide me out!
His voice is Singing in my mind,
When danger is close I hear him…
When I dream, I see him…
And it breaks my heart…
I try to let go but he’s stuck in my mind!
If only I could find a light to help out…
To take me out of this dark pain!
If only I could find a way to reach out
To the real world… To let go of the sorrow!
So... Tell me what anda think:)
how we met each other.
I knew from the first contact
that we are different from the others.
You, so unusual and sweet,
with magic in words,
anda left me dreams.
But dreams are afraid of
reality.
Afraid of the storm
and restlessness.
The reasons are always
different, and yet the same.
Everyone wants to dream,
fearing that reality may
destroy that moment of peace,
bringing pain and empty memories,
words that have gone with breeze.
Although anda make your peace
with reality,
anda still dream the same dream,
while the pain smolder in you.
Everything changes,
everything fades away with time,
but anda still dream the same dream.
The reasons are always
different, and yet the same.
In the end, anda realize
that everything is just a dream,
everything has its end.
And while the pain smolder in you
and everything fades slowly,
anda still dream the same dream,
anda still dream.
As we grow up we leave behind the simple things... what would the world be if we just stayed in our lala land of childhood?
When do wobbley steps turn in to fearless sprints? How is it that our mothers kisses lose their powers when anda need them most? When does a modest squart turn in to a slutty skirt? At what point does sparkely eyeshadow fill in for water colours? And eye liner replaces markers? When did pakaian dalam wanita, undies turn in to lacey panties? Why must holding hand with a friend mean something more? At what age are we when rain boots get tossed aside for hooker boots? When did "I Cinta anda mommy" turn in to screams of hatred for the woman who raised you? Why must our evil story book witches come alive as mean, self-centered bitches? How is it possible that some were in our lives we stopped drawing and making hati, tengah-tengah and started to break and mend others hearts? Why must songs of joy and fun turn in to to raps of hate and pain?
When do wobbley steps turn in to fearless sprints? How is it that our mothers kisses lose their powers when anda need them most? When does a modest squart turn in to a slutty skirt? At what point does sparkely eyeshadow fill in for water colours? And eye liner replaces markers? When did pakaian dalam wanita, undies turn in to lacey panties? Why must holding hand with a friend mean something more? At what age are we when rain boots get tossed aside for hooker boots? When did "I Cinta anda mommy" turn in to screams of hatred for the woman who raised you? Why must our evil story book witches come alive as mean, self-centered bitches? How is it possible that some were in our lives we stopped drawing and making hati, tengah-tengah and started to break and mend others hearts? Why must songs of joy and fun turn in to to raps of hate and pain?
i can't think,
my mind is poisoned,
my mind is trapped...
So many thoughts,
the fear is coming,
it's waiting.
How strong are anda to
fight,
how weak are anda to
deny?
Don't find me,
i'd rather stay here,
so far away from
your ruthlessness.
Tears of despair
are calling your name,
and anda want to drag
me there...
The way anda possess me
is so cruel,
why don't anda leave me alone?
I'm not like the others,
they might be stronger
atau weaker,
it depends how anda
see it.
The darkness is all over,
poisoning my mind,
the fear is itching,
it's everywhere,
won't go away!
It stains my soul,
i'm shaking,
despair won't let me.
So many thoughts,
but nothing's resolved
yet,
it's just fear
holding me,
hauling me deeper
into its ruthlessness.
I don't want this,
so be gone,
anda live inside me,
but anda don't know.
Tears of despair
are calling your name,
they want to drive anda away,
so i could feel safe,
so i could be far away,
so far of your ruthlessness.
alih through your day
This quiet angkasa that anda fill
Here sejak a dark moon
Filled up from the rain in my eyes
My fingers are cold on your skin
Dream me away
Before the night becomes day
You'll see it all come true
This water is deep
anda go to sleep
And silently
Dream me away
I have a picture
It rests in my hand
I opened my window tonight
I have a feeling
It will be okay
My senses will guide me through
I'll dream us away
Before the night becomes day
I'll see it all come true
This water is deep
We’ll go to sleep
And silently dream us away
And silently dream
And silently
us
away
away...
The moon above, full and bright, casts an eerie glow among the mist.
A gentle midnight breeze whistles through the winter trees
Waving ridgedly to the winter rhythm
The ground is hard from the freeze, the dirt cruches under your feet
In the distance a serigala, wolf howls, its haunting voice pierces your soul
The ghosts of the forest creep from the trees
Their cold embrace freezes anda to your core
Desperate to escape anda look into the shadows of the forest
A light in the distance softly shines, beckoning anda to sertai it.
anda run, ignoring the distorted screaming faces from the trees, desperate to reach the comforting light.
anda finally come to it, the light is bright, warm and welcoming
As anda get closer it engulfs you, sucking anda into its protective glow
Soon anda emerge into a different world but it is the same from where anda came
A mirror world...
Darkness to Light...
Once again, another one of my short yet dark poems...
I hope I don't cause any depression to anyone!
*NOTE* I am planning on Penulisan a lebih spiritual poem
Control
My life is controlled and I'll never know what its like to be free
I will never get out of this hole of sorrow and I will become burdened with a lifeless soul
I dont believe anything will change as I stay captive like an animal in its cage
The rage of my misery will never see the hari of freedom even though I long to fly above the trees to get away
But how can I if I am a prisoner?
I hope I don't cause any depression to anyone!
*NOTE* I am planning on Penulisan a lebih spiritual poem
Control
My life is controlled and I'll never know what its like to be free
I will never get out of this hole of sorrow and I will become burdened with a lifeless soul
I dont believe anything will change as I stay captive like an animal in its cage
The rage of my misery will never see the hari of freedom even though I long to fly above the trees to get away
But how can I if I am a prisoner?
I wasn't sure if I wanted to post this poem because it is quite personal but I figured why not...
Brother
Are anda my brother atau are anda a vicious stranger?
How could anda stand there and look at my innocent young face with such disgrace and treat me as if I was just trash to be thrown away?
anda wear a mask of sweetness but I know what lies behind that fake gentle face anda portray nothing but lies and hate...
hari after hari anda throw your hand at me and then return for my forgiveness but now I am through with you...
No longer will I take your wrath of cruelty and anda will see what a better person I have become after living in your world of misery
While anda will sink further into your wretched world I will rise higher...away from you
Brother
Are anda my brother atau are anda a vicious stranger?
How could anda stand there and look at my innocent young face with such disgrace and treat me as if I was just trash to be thrown away?
anda wear a mask of sweetness but I know what lies behind that fake gentle face anda portray nothing but lies and hate...
hari after hari anda throw your hand at me and then return for my forgiveness but now I am through with you...
No longer will I take your wrath of cruelty and anda will see what a better person I have become after living in your world of misery
While anda will sink further into your wretched world I will rise higher...away from you
(I'm just gonna put this here...)
The rama-rama, taman rama-rama on my wrist
Gave me a goodbye kiss.
I broke my promises
And now look at this.
Tonight I'll stay up late.
Four AM, still awake.
With my smiles so fake,
This will make her hati, tengah-tengah break.
I know that I'm loved.
I always return your hugs,
But my thoughts are like thugs,
And the razor my drug.
This isn't the last time,
And I will pay for my crimes,
I'll pay for each self-made line,
But keep saying that I'm fine.
So tonight I'll sit and think.
From bitterness I will drink.
With the fading wounds pink,
And stains filling the sink.
If anda promise to stay,
Don't leave me atau push me away,
Then I promise to try.
I promise to not die.
I'll slow down just for you.
Because of all the things that anda do.
I will try to stop bleeding
If anda say "I Cinta you" like anda mean it.
The rama-rama, taman rama-rama on my wrist
Gave me a goodbye kiss.
I broke my promises
And now look at this.
Tonight I'll stay up late.
Four AM, still awake.
With my smiles so fake,
This will make her hati, tengah-tengah break.
I know that I'm loved.
I always return your hugs,
But my thoughts are like thugs,
And the razor my drug.
This isn't the last time,
And I will pay for my crimes,
I'll pay for each self-made line,
But keep saying that I'm fine.
So tonight I'll sit and think.
From bitterness I will drink.
With the fading wounds pink,
And stains filling the sink.
If anda promise to stay,
Don't leave me atau push me away,
Then I promise to try.
I promise to not die.
I'll slow down just for you.
Because of all the things that anda do.
I will try to stop bleeding
If anda say "I Cinta you" like anda mean it.
Once upon a time,
The beginning of all stories,
But this is not a story,
So once upon a life,
I saw a young and beautiful woman
Who wears a golden face,
And she has a shining smile
One stair at her & my hati, tengah-tengah gets stolen,
I tried to stay away but I was blinded with only her image.
The image has your reflections, which makes me feel so free.
Pretending to know the future but yet the faith is endless.
As she turned n looked at me she became the deepest feeling.
I went to ask her name, and then I found it was you.
The beginning of all stories,
But this is not a story,
So once upon a life,
I saw a young and beautiful woman
Who wears a golden face,
And she has a shining smile
One stair at her & my hati, tengah-tengah gets stolen,
I tried to stay away but I was blinded with only her image.
The image has your reflections, which makes me feel so free.
Pretending to know the future but yet the faith is endless.
As she turned n looked at me she became the deepest feeling.
I went to ask her name, and then I found it was you.
Where broad-winged eagles fly.
The fences that encircle him
Are Mountains, stream and sky.
There's beauty in his regal heart
And in his gentle face,
And in the swiftness that combines
Such power, poise, and grace.
There's beauty in his noble stance
For it will always be
A part of all that untamed land
SO OPEN, WILD AND FREE
Credit to Herrmans Royal Lippizans Mayaka City,Florida
This was painted on the dinding of their bangsal
i really applied to the Lippizans they had there
What do anda do
when your strings are snapped
your roots detatched
your vesel cracked?
When you're filled with anger
Fear and hate?
And there's so much water
that anda sink?
atau when the metaphors
anda thought applied is bent
atau worse, snapped
The word jumbles
The thoughts collide
Until anda just cry
What do anda do then?
When your life is in pieces?
And people can see the real you
Will it kill you?
Knowing your carefully crafted wall
has tumbled
chunks of ruble flying everywhere
That ruble kills, so anda stay away
killing yourself
All you've known
Hate
Pain
Death
when your strings are snapped
your roots detatched
your vesel cracked?
When you're filled with anger
Fear and hate?
And there's so much water
that anda sink?
atau when the metaphors
anda thought applied is bent
atau worse, snapped
The word jumbles
The thoughts collide
Until anda just cry
What do anda do then?
When your life is in pieces?
And people can see the real you
Will it kill you?
Knowing your carefully crafted wall
has tumbled
chunks of ruble flying everywhere
That ruble kills, so anda stay away
killing yourself
All you've known
Hate
Pain
Death
While my Friends are out on the town
I stay utama alone
All sejak myself
And no one calls the phone
Silence except the t.v on
Keeping me company
People think I'm lonely.
Yet, they don't understand
That I feel no void being alone
I enjoy it, so much
That it's become my crutch
I write
I draw
I use my mind for it all
Yet again
I wouldn't mind
To be invited somewhere.
Is it a problem that I like to be alone?
I don't think so
Yet others do
But once they're alone
They'll know not what to do
As for me,
I'll know what to do
I'll sleep, write, draw, atau watch movies
Because even though no one's there
I do not have a problem being alone.
I stay utama alone
All sejak myself
And no one calls the phone
Silence except the t.v on
Keeping me company
People think I'm lonely.
Yet, they don't understand
That I feel no void being alone
I enjoy it, so much
That it's become my crutch
I write
I draw
I use my mind for it all
Yet again
I wouldn't mind
To be invited somewhere.
Is it a problem that I like to be alone?
I don't think so
Yet others do
But once they're alone
They'll know not what to do
As for me,
I'll know what to do
I'll sleep, write, draw, atau watch movies
Because even though no one's there
I do not have a problem being alone.
hei there!
How are you?
How have anda been?
Life's been hard
Yet, I'm making it through.
I wish anda were here
To live with me
Like the good ole days
Like back when we were kids
And a little bit older
I miss you.
hei there!
It seems like it's been forever
How's life treating you?
How's the kids?
I would Cinta to spend time
With anda again
Yet, time goes by
It seems so quick
It can steal your youth
atau your energy
I've been so busy
With work and what not
So please forgive me
For not calling atau emailing.
I missed you
Still miss you
I wrote to anda four years back
But anda never replied
So I was scared
That our friendship died.
Now I know
That it's not us
But it's just time
It won't slow down
It just keeps on.
So I'll conclude this conversation
sejak saying a goodbye
I know it can be painful
But I will see anda again
Someday.
How are you?
How have anda been?
Life's been hard
Yet, I'm making it through.
I wish anda were here
To live with me
Like the good ole days
Like back when we were kids
And a little bit older
I miss you.
hei there!
It seems like it's been forever
How's life treating you?
How's the kids?
I would Cinta to spend time
With anda again
Yet, time goes by
It seems so quick
It can steal your youth
atau your energy
I've been so busy
With work and what not
So please forgive me
For not calling atau emailing.
I missed you
Still miss you
I wrote to anda four years back
But anda never replied
So I was scared
That our friendship died.
Now I know
That it's not us
But it's just time
It won't slow down
It just keeps on.
So I'll conclude this conversation
sejak saying a goodbye
I know it can be painful
But I will see anda again
Someday.