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hate words which too many but nothing to talk, to write, to be listened. But I'm one who produce -,- then why?

Minggu, 12 Februari 2012

Ini ganjil...

Pernah anda tersesat? 
Saya pernah, sedang, dan sudah lama. Ini menjijikkan.Oh, sungguh! Saya tidak bisa menemukan jalan pulang. Tolong. Ini menyakitkan, ini menggelikan, maka, sakit ini membuat tertawa. Tawa itu perih, tawa itu tidak nikmat sama sekali, mereka hampa, seperti kerupuk pasir yang hilang digulung ludah. Hanya ingin pulang, itu saja. Tapi bagaimana? Cara ini, cara itu, semua sudah! Nihil, tetap masih disini, berdiri meng-iba diri sendiri. Menangis, megeluh, mencaci, memaki, mengaduh, me-, me-, me-, me! Itu semua percuma, tahu?! PERCUMA. Dan bahkan sekarang masih mengeluh. Ini bahkan bentuk keluhan! Bodoh? memang. 

Asing. Semua berbeda, semua aneh, mereka aneh.  Negeri apa ini namanya? Lakon mereka sungguh tak lucu, sungguh! Kedok itu tak indah, tak berseni, tak berkelas, murahan di mata saya. Sangat berbeda dengan rumah. Ber-be-da.  Sudah lama memang, tapi masih tak bisa biasa. Orang-orang disini mengambang, mereka tak kukuh, tak tahu makna kejujuran pada diri sendiri, hanya ingin menjadi yang paling, semua begitu, maka apa? Tak pernah ada damai. 

Tapi dari sini saya baru tahu, makna indah dalam mengalah. Di rumah dahulu, saya benci untuk mengalah. Maka Tuhan, karena alasan ini saya disini? Olok-olokan dari nurani sendiri? Memalukan.

Saya ingin semua ini cepat selesai. Atau harus buat negeri baru?

Senin, 30 Januari 2012

a little story...

She lighted those matches again and again, it's addicting
The visions made her feeling well
Better than home
Stars fell so many in her head, didn't give a damn about it
Raining kept going heavily, "I want more, God"
Fucking wind blew, kidding her tears

"Let me hug you, my dear..."
"Grandma!"
"Reach my hand, I'll make you warm."
"Thank you...Grandma, I saw them, dancing around the tree, laughing each other, and the meals....are always smell good in Christmas...They held and whispered a funny thing, like we used to be."
"I'm here, now...you needn't to be worried anymore."
"No one bought my matches. Dad will be angry, he'll beat me. Why did God create me? I'm nothing, am I? Even I can't make him happy. I feel useless..."
"No, dear...God never creates something without reason. You mean everything, especially for me, even for your father. You were created, so they, everybody in this world, can learn."
"Learn? I'm not subjects at school, however I don't go to school!"
"We needn't go to school to learn how to stand, we just need to live harder, we just need too much listen, watch, and breath. They will learn much of you."
"I can't understand what you said."
"It's ok."
"Grandma, you know, what I'm only feeling now is tired...I've walked too far and there were too many things happened, today and yesterday. I just want to sleep. I'm tired..."
"Just sleep, dear...I'm here, never leave you again. I know you walked too far, too slow, too hard. And now, it's time for you to sleep, tonight. Your duties have been done."

Sun shone
everybody whispered each other, 
gathered in a crowded, 
looked sadly at a girl, matches around her

"She had died."



 Little match girl

Jumat, 27 Januari 2012

Kamis, 26 Januari 2012


I'm fine by myself, no matter no one next to me, 
I'll be fine...
Yeah, only slightly bald
It doesn't matter
There are still many grasses around me 
They're much better than you



Last Night On Earth


I text a postcard, sent to you
Did it go through?
Sending all my love to you
You are the moonlight of my life every night
Giving all my love to you

My beating heart belongs to you
I walked for miles til I found you
I'm here to honor you
If I lose everything in the fire
I'm sending all my love to you

With every breath that I am worth
Here on Earth
I'm sending all my love to you
So if you dare to second guess
You can rest assured
That all my love's for you

My beating heart belongs to you
I walked for miles til I found you
I'm here to honor you
If I lose everything in the fire
I'm sending all my love to you

My beating heart belongs to you



Songwriters: Armstrong, Billie Joe; Dirnt, Mike; Wright, Frank E Iii;

#eeeaaaaaaaa gombal wae sateh vaaaaaa -,-

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