Hei Gadis Cantik

Hei, gadis yang berdiri di pojok sana

Sudikah kau menghapus bekas bibirnya

Di bibirku, dengan bibirmu?

Kita bisa berbicara apapun maumu

Sekarang, nanti, besok, bisa lusa

Kapanpun maumu aku pasti bisa

Hei, gadis yang menunggu dengan manis

Apakah aku terlambat, semenit, sepuluh menit

Kutengok yang lain memandang dengan sinis

Mungkinkah mereka mereka lari terbirit birit

Bertabrakan terpental tergilas dengan tragis

Melihat lalu meratapi mataharinya telah terbit

Hei, gadis yang jelita, lambaikan tangan

Menepis rasa tak pandang kenyataan

Juangkan asa demi sebuah harapan

Memungut kasih tanpa harus beralasan

Kita telah berdua bersama di tengah perjalanan

Semoga dikau betah mendengar roman picisan

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Malang, 29 Desember 2010

Untuk seseorang yang dengan bersabar menanti

Balasan surat dari seorang pujangga setengah mati

Lalu sang kurir mengirimkan dengan hati-hati

Kau lompat dan jeritkan puisimu dari hati

Je t’aime, ma cherrie.

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To Recall You Brings Back The Tears

Bonjour. Today’s resume of my unarranged rants produce a few topics to bring out on the table. Have a nice seat and sip a little hot tea in front of you. First, this post is a commemoration of the death of our legend, saviour, best friend, even a lover; The Reverend. To type that name actually shatters my heart into tiny little parts with a million of emotions splatter to all direction. I didn’t know him personally, my friend did. She was all the fangirl-ing and worshipping him and actually making an effort to believe that he was the one of her dictated standards. He was a drummer of the band that became my muse every night now and then; the Avenged Sevenfold. Again, they were the second band that I found exact matches to my young and innocent self because of my friend, too. I fell in love with Unholy Confession and dreamed big to have this song played on my funeral—or maybe on my graduation day. Yes, as innocent as I thought I was, I was going to let myself sink with that sadness. I was intending to learn on how stabilizing my vocal to the range I do not need to collapse my lungs, LOL. Sorry, I shouldn’t put that slang on a melancholic and devastating conversation like death but trust me, maintaining the vocal needs a lot of practices and cursing. I knew Avenged Sevenfold circa my first attempt to make friends back in middle school, say it, on 2008 I guess. I was that big on a few metal songs of them; Dear God, Seize the Day, Unholy Confession, and A Little Piece of Heaven. A couple of them makes me fully possessed as I let the melody tuned my system. Again, the system in me is just a messy installation of broken wires and crappy lamps. Thanks to the band that they keep me inspired with their blood, sweat, and tears kind of work.

“I wish I could be the one, the one who won’t care at all, and be the one understands, I know the way to go, no one’s guiding me. With time’s soaked with blood, it turns its back. I know it’s hard to fall, confined in me was your heart. I know it’s hurting you, but it’s killing me.”

This is FoREVer!

Hfffffttttttt. I do not know what will be the next step of theirs to walk away from this frustration and sadness. I do wish they find their colour back, someday. Rest in peace, Bro.

The second topic is actually about my love life, also known as I-don’t-want-to-talk-about-it but all this hype moves the muscle of my fingers that I can’t stop typing. I am not sure if I just like writing or I want to share—I mean, trade a few secrets. So, there is a girl, ethnicity is claimed to be a Chinese, white toned, smart as hell, and beauty comes all the way along her. She isn’t in the same class as I am, but her class is located precisely below my class. Yes, the lower level of your class slightly determines your rank of intelligence, I know, I’m not that clever, I don’t even finish my sentence. On every occasion that we call a recession, she always goes upstairs and sneak in to my class. Why would she do that? To stalk someone? It’s definitely not me because if it is, I have to stand on one chance out of the million chances and I’m not sure if I really have to pressure myself into thinking something unreachable like that. But guess what? A few days ago, I got a notification from my facebook page that I received a friend request. I looked up at the name and it was her! I didn’t know shit if she found me on facebook by lurking into one by one who shares the same name as mine. I was like, both creeped out and interested. Okay, the hype should be over by now. She is always with her friend, she carries a novel that’s seen to be awesome. Well, I do not like reading. There is just a fine line between grasping such words made by someone and producing words that mine, in case, is never actually being read by anyone. I just don’t like the idea of being a passive one, ha! See, I am just that stupid ass boy who never finishes a sentence. First I was talking about how she found me on a cyber world and the next second, not even a quick blink of an eye, I already am talking about the brief description of herself. Sorry. So yeah, she asked if we can exchange numbers in order to provide an easier access of communication and I said okay so I have her number on my contact. I keep sending her text after it’s 5 pm because that’s the time I can relax and not do anything particular. Our conversation is getting more intense and I think that, this can cover up the reason of why I stopped shooting messages to my ex-girlfriend. Yes, the one who fucking cheated on me right before my eyes. At least thing is getting better as time goes by. Let’s hope it stays on its lane, this way. Goodnight, everyone!

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