4 Februari 2014.
Di Satu Kenyataan Lain.
Di satu kenyataan lain,
dunia ini tidak mengenal perang.
Cerita - cerita sejarah mengenai tumpahnya darah manusia untuk segenggam emas,
hanyalah dongeng.
Di satu kenyataan lain,
dunia ini tidak mengenal penyakit.
Jiwa - jiwa yang tersiksa virus mematikan yang sebenarnya bisa disembuhkan itu,
hanyalah mitos.
Di satu kenyataan lain,
dunia ini tidak mengenal perbedaan.
Perpecahan yang timbul karena perselisihan akibat kesalahpahaman,
hanyalah angan.
Di satu kenyataan lain,
dunia ini indah.
Perpisahan kau dan aku karena dia,
hanyalah mimpi.
Showing posts with label blue shirt. Show all posts
Showing posts with label blue shirt. Show all posts
Tuesday, February 4, 2014
Thursday, October 10, 2013
Voluntarily Trapped
Chapter Ten.
Page 283 of 365.
Voluntarily Trapped.
I'm voluntarily trapped in the name of love.
Dancing my way out to go deeper.
Singing my heart out to harm more.
I'm voluntarily trapped in the scent of romance.
Loving the feeling of being sentimental.
Embracing the truth of being deceitful.
I'm voluntarily trapped in the touch of delight.
Enjoy every minute of your lies.
Relish every moment of my sorrow.
I'm voluntarily trapped in the flavor of passion.
Tasting your harshness with a spoonful of sugar.
Sampling the heart-break on a silver platter.
I'm voluntarily trapped by you.
And i'm willing to do it more often.
Page 283 of 365.
Voluntarily Trapped.
I'm voluntarily trapped in the name of love.
Dancing my way out to go deeper.
Singing my heart out to harm more.
I'm voluntarily trapped in the scent of romance.
Loving the feeling of being sentimental.
Embracing the truth of being deceitful.
I'm voluntarily trapped in the touch of delight.
Enjoy every minute of your lies.
Relish every moment of my sorrow.
I'm voluntarily trapped in the flavor of passion.
Tasting your harshness with a spoonful of sugar.
Sampling the heart-break on a silver platter.
I'm voluntarily trapped by you.
And i'm willing to do it more often.
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Tuesday, September 24, 2013
Another Story About The Blue Shirt, Again
Chapter Nine.
Page 267 of 365.
Another Story About The Blue Shirt, Again.
I don't know why i want to write about this person almost everyday.
I'm trying to figure out the answer and find it, finally:
The Blue Shirt makes me happy and i want you to feel this kind of happiness.
Yesterday,
we were sitting close.
We've been sitting next to each other so it's not the closest we've ever been.
But yesterday was different.
It was the best view for me to look at you.
I always feel the funny feeling whenever i look at you.
A feeling of longing, loving, and pure joy.
And then, we started to steal glances last night.
If that was a dream, that was the sweetest dream i ever had.
It's not an ordinary night where i'm hopelessly-staring-at-you.
We finally stole glances.
Happiness.
I always knew that you're funny.
And when you made the whole class laughed yesterday because of your silly joke..
It's cute.
Uber cute.
You just give me another reason to fall for you deeper.
And when i think you couldn't impress me more,
you proved me wrong.
That moment when you didn't laugh at the teacher's inappropriate joke and you frowned because you didn't think it's something to be laughed on..
I'm amazed.
I'm impressed.
I feel like i have the right person to give the privilege for breaking my heart.
"Yes, it would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you."
See you tonight.
Page 267 of 365.
Another Story About The Blue Shirt, Again.
I don't know why i want to write about this person almost everyday.
I'm trying to figure out the answer and find it, finally:
The Blue Shirt makes me happy and i want you to feel this kind of happiness.
Yesterday,
we were sitting close.
We've been sitting next to each other so it's not the closest we've ever been.
But yesterday was different.
It was the best view for me to look at you.
I always feel the funny feeling whenever i look at you.
A feeling of longing, loving, and pure joy.
And then, we started to steal glances last night.
If that was a dream, that was the sweetest dream i ever had.
It's not an ordinary night where i'm hopelessly-staring-at-you.
We finally stole glances.
Happiness.
I always knew that you're funny.
And when you made the whole class laughed yesterday because of your silly joke..
It's cute.
Uber cute.
You just give me another reason to fall for you deeper.
And when i think you couldn't impress me more,
you proved me wrong.
That moment when you didn't laugh at the teacher's inappropriate joke and you frowned because you didn't think it's something to be laughed on..
I'm amazed.
I'm impressed.
I feel like i have the right person to give the privilege for breaking my heart.
"Yes, it would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you."
See you tonight.
Labels:
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my poems,
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Friday, September 13, 2013
Temptation From The Blue Shirt
Chapter Nine.
Page 256 of 365.
Temptation From The Blue Shirt
Stop tempting me.
Stop teasing me.
Stop making me fall deeper in love with you.
Stop giving me that smile,
a smile that can light up the rest of my nights,
a smile that gives me thousands reasons to smile back at you.
Stop giving me that gaze,
a gaze that makes my heart beats faster,
a gaze that makes me blush out of nowhere.
Stop giving me that laughter,
a laughter that defines a sincere happiness,
a laughter that tells me that heaven-on-earth is not a myth.
Stop giving me that scent,
a scent of happily ever after,
a scent of the perfect one for me.
Stop giving me that feeling,
a feeling of love,
a feeling of wondering and get lost in your story.
Stop giving me that hope,
a hope that i can get to know you closer,
a hope that you understand what you mean to me.
Stop tempting me.
Stop teasing me.
Stop making me fall deeper in love with you.
...
But, actually..
No, please don't stop.
Page 256 of 365.
Temptation From The Blue Shirt
Stop tempting me.
Stop teasing me.
Stop making me fall deeper in love with you.
Stop giving me that smile,
a smile that can light up the rest of my nights,
a smile that gives me thousands reasons to smile back at you.
Stop giving me that gaze,
a gaze that makes my heart beats faster,
a gaze that makes me blush out of nowhere.
Stop giving me that laughter,
a laughter that defines a sincere happiness,
a laughter that tells me that heaven-on-earth is not a myth.
Stop giving me that scent,
a scent of happily ever after,
a scent of the perfect one for me.
Stop giving me that feeling,
a feeling of love,
a feeling of wondering and get lost in your story.
Stop giving me that hope,
a hope that i can get to know you closer,
a hope that you understand what you mean to me.
Stop tempting me.
Stop teasing me.
Stop making me fall deeper in love with you.
...
But, actually..
No, please don't stop.
Labels:
baju biru,
blue shirt,
my poems,
poems,
puisi,
si baju biru
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