In May I will pledge my life
and admit that I know what kind
of insanity this sounds like;
we lack everything for this to
...
I have nothing to prove
Nothing but this:
I am under no obligation to
explain myself to anyone;
...
In this city where everyone goes to sleep
very late
I write another poem
This time I don't know what or who
...
Of all battles I have fought
The most difficult one was in your head
Of all dreams I can have
The most dangerous one was about you
...
Apa yang mereka lakukan pada mawarku?
Merahnya dicaci terlalu benderang
Duri yang membuatnya menawan justru dikecam
Daunnya dikata berwarna kelam
...
No you don't have to
See me if your eyes are
Glued
In the space in which lights
...
Stay with me
Oh yes, it is your turn;
To stream, like I'm doing right now
Try that one out,
...
I love to think
there are tales
to help me telling
a story of lives
...
How can I help
to not look at you
when your stars are glistening
on my ceilings?
...
You were made of dreams:
so pretty yet so remote
You talked for hours about
monsters and walls, and
...
It is curious how I utter Surrender
and bow down when everyone is asleep
while releasing the arrows in the daylight
Yet my heart and mind pronounce
...
I have been singing songs
of knights and kings
I have been writing about
Gods and deaths
...
I am here because I can't say these words directly...yet. And most importantly because I believe that feelings are not supposed to keep inside but to express. This is just one of the ways. For those whom most of these poems are inspired from, if you happen to read this one day somehow. If you ever wonder what this all could mean. If you, by any chance, don't find what you're looking for, please take these poems and follow them. You know where to find me. Let us all see what 'nothing' could do.)
In May
In May I will pledge my life
and admit that I know what kind
of insanity this sounds like;
we lack everything for this to
become something
Dangerous world to meet
Nasty game to play
Talk, interaction, even touch
and a chance for them to stumble
upon our paths
In May I will confess that I
don't know many things but I will
tell you how to collect the pieces;
word per word, sense per sense
to unfold the secret
Pictures to unfilter
Emotions to express
Standard, bully, even dream
have blocked us from seeing
the hidden message
A tree isn't always in a forest
Comfort has simplicity confused with
seizure, but I will tell you more about this
In May