Do You Ever Miss Me?Don't you ever miss her?Do You Ever Miss Me? in Free Verse More Like This
That girl in your dreams
You said you were in love with her
But that love was never seen
Yes, don't you ever miss her?
The only thing you can think about every hour of every day
And when they're triggered
The forgotten memories
Of fondness and smiles
Don't you ever miss her?
When you're all alone
And you hug your knees to your chest
And dream of her warmth
What her skin would've felt like against yours
How her voice would've sounded in your ear
It's gone now
But you miss her
Do you miss me?
Repeating MyselfJust say itRepeating Myself in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Say you love her
Go on, admit it
Tell me what I already know
Whisper it before I go...
I don't think you realise just how easily you make me smile
And how easily my heart will shatter
Into a million pieces when it comes in contact with the ground
Where you dropped it from some unimaginable height that I built you up to be
Always too special for me to see
But what's saddest is that I'll gather up all the tiny pieces
And stick them back together with glue
And though it's a fairly dodgy job
I'll still use it to love you
I guess I ignored the 'Out of Order' sign
Hanging above your heart
I thought maybe I could call you mine
Though that was a terribly naive start
You're the drug that keeps me moving
You're running through my veins
It's a life full of emptiness, but a life all the same
What would you do if I stopped breathing
If my blood suddenly ran cold?
I can't imagine the look on your face
Your reaction when you're told
If I had the chance
I'd tell you with my very last breat
I Guess This Is How It IsSo this is how it is nowI Guess This Is How It Is in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A sad smile across a crowded hall
Todays forgotten but yesterday remains
Beating forever in the hearts of us all
So this is how it is now
You say you can't remember his name
He nodded at you but you turned away
And still your cheeks burn with shame
So this is how it is now
It's something no one quite understands
One mans trash is anothers treaure
But you've tossed us to the curb again
So this is how it is now
I don't expect you to care
So this is how it is now
But you still wish he was there...
So EasyHow easy it will be to forget you,So Easy in Free Verse More Like This
I just won't ever be able to look up at the sky again
Or hear the rain fall on the roof anymore
I just won't ever be able to watch the wind move the trees
Or listen to the thunder, see the lightning in a storm
It'll be easy to forget you,
I can just never look at your smile
Or those dark, dark eyes
I just won't hear the laughter
Or the quick, annoyed sighs
See. It will be so easy to forget you,
My memory is so bad already,
I know I can do it
I'll just forget how to see, to hear, to breathe,
I'll just forget how to live
LoveLove is upLove in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Love is down
Love is going through
When you want to go round
"Love is never having to say you're sorry"
But you say it anyway
Love is all those secret smiles
When there's nothing more to say
Love is having scars on your feet
From wearing the shoes they bought you
Love is listening to 'I love you's
And knowing every word is true
Love is writing silly poems
Exactly like this
And love is not actually knowing
Exactly what love is
DreamsDo you have these dreams too?Dreams in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A darkened room and only you
Walking towards you as you fade away
I make a grab for you as I scream "Stay!"
My grip weakens on your wrist as I look into your eyes
And see relfected back at me, all my own lies
You're faded now, you're almost gone
Leaving me to weep and mourn
Because, my dear, I still love you
And all I'm wondering- do you dream these dreams too?
If IIf I runIf I in Free Verse More Like This
Who will chase me?
If I go missing
Who will find me?
If I fall
Who will catch me?
If I were to fall in love
Who will love me back...
I formed an icy cover around myself
Like Saturns rings a loop of frosty armour
But your smile melts it all
You've drawn me in
The confusion and the panic
Unscrambled itself into one clear thought:
If I run
Will you chase me?
If I go missing
Will you find me?
If I fall
Will you catch me?
If I fell in love with you
Would you love me back...
I Can Ramble On ForeverI'm sickI Can Ramble On Forever in Teen More Like This
Sick of thinking
Sick of breathing
Sick of trying
Sick of failing
Sick of being tired
Sick of being sick
Sick of being sick of you
I'm tired of having to explain myself, there's no words to match what this is like. It's not easy, you know. Who am I supposed to tell- who would ever really understand? If I find it hard to talk about, don't you think I find it even harder to live? Yet you keep pressing me for details…
I've always been used to sorting out any mess I get myself into. I drew comfort from the fact that everything would sort itself out with time. But now that's gone- I have nothing to grip onto now and its like free falling, not knowing how long it'll take each time for me to hit the ground.
I don't really know what I'm saying and I don't think anyone will ever really understand where I'm coming from. You've never made any mistakes, you seem to cruise through so easily, never upsetting anyone and never getting into trouble. I know what its like to do something stupid-
You'll Never GuessYou can't fill every silence with sinister glaresYou'll Never Guess in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You can't spend every second pretending you care
You can't spend your whole life feeding people lies
Because I can see the truth when I look into those eyes
You can't expect me to care when your world falls around your ears
You can't expect me to help, to fight away your fears
You can't expect me to answer, to listen to your cries
Because I can find no light when I look into those eyes
pippa baccaSözün bittiği yer..pippa bacca in Biography & Memoir More Like This
sessizlik kutsal sessizlik...
erekteErekte Şiir Nedir?erekte in Philosophical More Like This
Erekte şiir ayaktadır, başkaldırır Sadece sisteme değil; aynı zamanda dünyaya ve insana da Parıltılı hümanizm nutuklarına karnı toktur; kötülüğün kaynağını hep insan da arar. Karanlığı çift yönlü okur; gerektiğinde karanlığa dalmaktan çekinmez.
Politik doğruculuğa ve benzer liberal zırvalara pabuç bırakmaz; hep uyanıktır, ayaktadır. Aynaların ve kadınların çoğaltma gücü ile sistemin kendini yeniden yeniden üretme gücü arasında gerekli analojiyi kurar; bu yüzden fallik bir dilden kaçınır.
Hayatın her alanından sızan şiddetin görmezden gelmez; yalanı reddeder; hastalıklarına karşı da dürüsttür. Şiddetin söyle
spartacusSpartaküs Üzerine Fragmanspartacus in Historical More Like This
Kurşun Askerin Gerçekleşmeyen Kaçışı
Kopan akşam alacasında, ayaklarını uçurumun kıyısına uzatıp, uçurum gibi derin iç dünyasına dalmıştı.
Ardındaki ateşin başına öbeklenmiş dostları, neşe ile zaferlerini kutluyorlardı . Devasa şarap galonları bir açılıyor, bir boşalıyordu. Yakındaki köyden gelen dansözlerin sıcak kahkahaları, soytarı ve hokkabazların tiz çı
durumlaranladım, kollektif deneyim diye bir şey yokmuş, sadece durumlar var kolletif. anlık oluşlar ve hemen yok oluşlar. pişman mısın kalbim, yerinde misin gel git aklım?durumlar in Philosophical More Like This
bireysel yaşanan sadece deneyim'ler sanırım. tabii bu çöp pisliği hayatın izin verdiği kadar durumlar, deneyimler.
metafizik aşk öldü mü? sanırım o hiç var olmadı ve olmayacak.
The 6th DegreeTimeOut: IstanbulThe 6th Degree in Editorial More Like This
The 6th Degree
With Rafet Arslan of Surrealist Action
Surrealist Action is...
Graffiti, street art, poems, short stories, graphic art, paintings and sketches, films... an intersection of a variety of artistic disciplines...
Which you showcase on your blogsite, http://surrealisteylemturkiye.blogspot.com/, at free-of-charge exhibitions both domestically and abroad; as well as among various fanzines, such as Fetus, Albemuth and Düzensiz.
Yes... were trying to bring art to the streets and make it more accessible to the general public so its not just for the elite, or for the few. Our aim being, to help resuscitate the weakening connection between life and art...
What do you see as being the threat to that connection?
Living in a world driven by consumerism, were far removed from our own struggle of being. As art turns into a market industry, it becomes tame, compliant. Privacy is surrendered, and it becomes sterile.
Does Surrealist Action
bilimkurguHAYIR UZLAŞMAYALIM !bilimkurgu in Science Fiction More Like This
Son yıllarda, yazarlarımızın, objektiflere ve kameralara medya yıldızları gibi pozlar verdikleri hiç dikkatinizi çekti mi?
Oysa eskiden, hafif mahcup bir ifade ile gözlerini kaçırırlardı, objektiflerden, kameralardan. Gerçi o zamanlar, imagemaker lar, reklam kampanyaları, popülerlik gibi kavramlara uzaktılar. Objektiflerin karşısında onları, aydın sorumluluğuyla, ortaya koydukları toplumsal pratiklerle görebilirdik.
21. yüzyılın başında Türkiye yazını, üç parçalı bir çıkışsızlık içinde: Yayınevi, yazar ve okur. Yayınevlerinin tercihlerini sözde okurlar belirliyor. Oysa okurlar, basılıp, kendilerine ulaşabilen ürünlerden, en çok reklamı yapılanlar içinden tercih yapma durumunda. Ya
troubleTehlike Geçtitrouble in Biography & Memoir More Like This
Bazı şeyler geç gelir hep; belki de bazı şeyler hiç gelmeyecek. Merkezden uzak bir yer burası. Ve bana tanıdık tek şey, her sabah karşıma dikilen plastik ağaç.
Yaşamanın; yazmaktan çok önemli olduğunu artık anladım. Bu çok geç kalmış bir hüzün gibiydi. Yazma işinde ne kadar başarılı olsam da; yaşam karşısında hep başarısızım.
Tütün gibi hüzün gibi alkol gibi bir an önce kurtulmam gereken bir hastalık yazmak.
Belki de artık hiç yazmayacağım. Sadece her sabah karşıma dikilen plastik ağacın gölgesine fısıldayacağım cümlelerimi. Gerisi hayat; gerisi sadece hayat
makber mi yar rabkendimle ne yapacağım, inan hiç bilmiyorummakber mi yar rab in Philosophical More Like This
atsan atılmıyor kartsan katılmıyor
gitsen gidilmiyor kalsan kalınmıyor
ölsen, kolay ölünmüyor mına koyayım
şehrin tüm sokakları üstüme geliyor,
üstelik tüm arka sokakları da...
kaçacak 1 yer yok- diyo TANRI
burada huzur bul
sikerim, hiç 1 şey bulamıyorum
çok acı çekiyorum, çok çok
lütfen beni eve bırakın,
leşimi her hangi bi çöplüğe atın...
hepinizin amına koyayım!
yaseminhınçla egoyla tükete tükete siya siya yaşıyor 'kitle' denilen çoğunluk.yasemin in Biography & Memoir More Like This
ama, başkaları da var...
o kadar anlamsız ve saçmaki hayat insanlar ölüyor...
yasemin bir çiçek değil de neydi?
sevda çiçeği mi? havai fişekleri cennetin...
loveHAYATTA KALMA KILAVUZU- AŞKlove in Fantasy More Like This
Her yüceltilmiş kavram gibi aşkta artık yalanlar sisteminin bir parçası haline gelmiştir. Son kale yeniklerin, düşmüşlerin saf aşkı bulacağı inancı da post_modern barbarlık toplumunca yok edilmiştir. Aşk diye bir şey geçmişte varolmuşsa bile, günümüzde tüm insani ilişkiler gibi bir iktidar sistematiğine dönüşmüştür.
Hayatta kalmak isteyenlere tavsiyemiz; zayıflığa yenik düşüp böyle bir yalanı yaşıyormuş histerisine kapılmamalarıdır. Karşıdan gelecek aşk bahaneli iktidar tuzaklarına karşı paranoyak şüpheciliğini elden bırakmamalarıdır. Eğer, tarihinde insanın naif olabildiği bir dönem yaşandıysa aşk
Closed Til JuneAnd she held her breath... and she smiled.Closed Til June in General Non-Fiction More Like This
She was sure he was going to come.Yes, she was. Was she?
The wind gently touched her face, she could feel every beat of her heart as time went away.
Trying to keep track of every second while seated on that bench, every movement, every noise, every smell.... trying to take photographs in her mind but this feeling didn't let her concentrate well.
As her thoughts escaped and this infinite number of qualms came to her head, as she kept doubting.. that's when she felt a tear coming down from her eyes.
But nothing was better than this agony.
Every second felt as an eternity, every step resounded in her head.. noises, people talking, yelling!; she could hear every time the clock ticked, she could listen time rushing and at that exact moment she knew her life was about to change.
A cold rush of blood invaded her entirely body –now she could trap the moment- and all the world stopped.
... she felt his warm hand on her shoulder, and she h
Portrait of UnknownSomehow it was easier to sit on the darkPortrait of Unknown in Free Verse More Like This
Somehow it was harder,
And then she collapsed
Life was like a seesaw
The river kept its course
Scepticism correded her soul
And irony just took control
For the soul that now is gone...
For the portrait of unknown.
AlleinThe wind whispered somethingAllein in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It sounded so remote, so silent
I could barely get
I think I didn't want to listen
But the wind just blew in
No one really called for his help
Help is what I need today
Something to make me understand
In despite of all I've dream
Silent whispers makes me think
"Listen you, naive"
"Get now what I mean?"
Mean wind dont ruin my life
Today you didn't make me fly
Naive I've been for trusting you
The way you played with me is just so cruel
Think of everything you said
Dream of things that haven't been
Been so lonely this past days
Life is hard and wind is fresh
Said leaves just listened to you
"Fly freely, never complain"
Cruel wind let me stay here
You don't want so see me happy
Happy and mournful
Days never change
Fresh breeze bring me good news
Here I'm waiting squealing friend
Complain and hurl, I don't care
You worth the waiting, worth the pain
Change my mind
Friend of mine
News are coming, wind blew out.
Let's talk tonightDo you see my eyes?Let's talk tonight in Free Verse More Like This
They play back the memories of yesterday
Can you hear my fake smile?
Im trying to hide the moments we had.
Can you still feel the beat of my heart?
I am so scared because I know you read my mind.
So let's talk tonight ok?
Show me your last try.
You give me your hints
I'll give you a lie.
You and IWhat's the point?You and I in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As the branches go back and fort
As the leaves fall from the tree
As I see life going on
And then I see you an me.
And the past? It never ends
And our life? It has to change
And the memories? Stay on a trunk
And the kisses would have to fade
So know, what's the point?
It's just pointless.
Wishing WellWishing Well in Free Verse More Like This
"I wish you well"
is all I have
the power to muster
I think of you perhaps
because I'm lonely
I remember you
because I might need
some reason for torture
for you it's been two weeks
it's been ten months
I like to think of it
as a revenge of life
on you for the way
you played with me
but I truly wish you well
and I would love
to see you saved.
those wounds were deep
skin, muscles, vein-deep
but I've recovered
those wounds no longer bleed
perhaps I am tough-skinned now
for sure I've become
because of your cruelty
I've gathered the courage
to be more honest with myself
to be bold enough to accept
being head over heels
being swept away
and having a stone back
turned on me
It's been about two years
for me for us
and I understand it
every day a little more.
I can't think of you
without a hint of melancholy
because I suffered so much
because your life is tragic
but I wish you well
what about those forty poems
of rain and night
and a hopeless moon
but I wish you well
Meaning of My SilenceMeaning of My Silence in Free Verse More Like This
I did not tell you
that I wrote 'till three in the morning
for I couldn't find
my sleep last night
And I may not tell you
that I waited
'till midnight tonight
for the phone to ring
I tend to have
these monologue-like conversations
when I say all those words
a part of me wants you to hear
But I will tell you
I'm doing ok.
I wish I could say
I am curious
but I did not tell you
My pain is inmense
Do you really
need to hear the words
I'm not strong enough
to stand tall right now
under weight shame I cower
chained in apprehension
I will not tell you
that I'm writing past midnight
-again- but I'll try
to find some rest
Morning into TwilightMorning into Twilight in Free Verse More Like This
The early morning prison
against the early twilight ache
My heart is bleeding
I wish I was crying, or maybe screaming
without goodbyes, without a single
waving of the hand
thus my question is still hanging
lingers, laying in the air
unanswered and unmet
I feel scared and I feel lonely
of far 'way voices
faint cries they seem at times
But I'm not here on my land
my thought goes to what could be
all that will never be
the things that could have been
My stomach still churns
and my fingertips are cold
I fear and tremble
You don't know
you can't mind
and here I remain
stagnant in anguish
I cry to make my pain
to let the storm
unfold lest it floods over
and drowns me
often I mourn
and weep within
and swallow my pain
I let it go –this time
release the storm –for once
cold and shivering
still, and dwelling
in the early morning prison
against the early twilight ache
Insomnia's PrisonerInsomnia's Prisoner in Free Verse More Like This
I'm finding it hard
to find my sleep
It's Wednesday already
around 1:53 am maybe...
I wonder if insomnia
has anything to do with you
the answer is to terribly obvious
that the question seems ludicrous
A deep hunger-
that yearning for peace
my longing to settle things down
cries out loud
they say, but how
do you find sadness joyful?
Sometimes I'm almost fighting...
fighting against...depression (?)
or the desire of wanting to give up
to go on with my life
and erase you
like an unfortunate mistake.
The present struggle is the one
that always seems impossible to get out of
I misunderstood you
and my mistakes are so crass...
If I only understood
that some go through life
with a somewhat
If only I learned
to shape some words
to people and what they prove to be
That "everything" at times
is to be zoomed out of
that "the whole world"
is sometimes a small town
If only I learned
to mentally remove
now and then the weight
of those all-encompassing expre
Late Night StudyingWhen we lie on the couch, a tangled mess of limbs and blankets, she teaches me calculus. With better lucidity than a Figure 8.3a text book illustration, she shows me how curves meet tangent lines, and where and, Why? and, Because. When she shifts, her shoulder emerges from the confines of her loose pajama top, and on her skin, I imagine the pattern of graph paper and decorative graphs of soft trigonometric functions.Late Night Studying in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
When my back presses against the sofa cushions, she teaches me limits, and when she pushes all other objects off the couch to allow more room, she offers me infinity and all its numeric implications.
Without meaning to, she delves into the harder subjects of calculus, inadvertently demonstrating the related rates of temperature [loss] and a blanket slipping off us to carpet the floor. To compensate, she nestles her head on my chest and teaches me continuity and the simplicity of filling gaps.
Before I join her in a n
Solar System SomethingsIve always thought the death of baby birds wasSolar System Somethings in Free Verse More Like This
sadder than finding the heart of a cats kill
feathers indicate one went down fighting
but the baby bird just went down
jumped too soon (jumped the gun and the nest)
As a child, I had to recognize that sometimes
people hurt people
because they love:
(he moved because he needed the job, but I still cried
the entire month he was gone filling elementary journals
with wheres daddy wheres daddy why did he go)
people hurt people
because they dont:
(I heard about a husband who threw his wife into a tree shredder
now I can only listen to the sounds of machinery at work and
the cries of trees rent asunder and think
what did his wife sound like?)
At a young age I learned that
old dogs, in fact, dont learn new tricks and
sometimes they die overnight like grandparents
We can easily mistake death for sleep, but
that Saturday morning my dog was dead dead dead
had finally given up when everything gave out
kitestrings.you confessed that when you were little you would pull apart monarch butterflies because they were much too beautiful--kitestrings. in Free Verse More Like This
so beautiful that they made you feel uneasy.
(you always did call me the most beautiful thing you'd ever known.)
it's almost december now, and the only reason i wish you were here is so you could make snow angels and i could rip off their wings.
you wanted a kite for your birthday, so i got you one that was shaped like a bat and we took it to the beach, watched it crash into the surf over and over until it was bent and broken. i rescued it from the tide and surfaced dripping saltwater -- you told me i looked like the goddess of sailors lost at sea.
after that day you put the kite in the back of your closet and forgot about it, but immediately began talking about getting a new one.
that could fly higher.
i sometimes tell myself that we were never meant to be because i was stuck in the ocean watching people drown while you were hanging from
telling a sad story backwards-17.telling a sad story backwards- in Short Stories More Like This
it smells like grief and sterilized metal.
i climb into andrews bed, though the nurses have strictly forbidden it. he closes his eyes and holds me tightly, because he says when he cant see me, it is easier to pretend i never happened to him.
he pushes the cart aggressively down the aisle, pretending to mow over old ladies doing their sunday shopping.
"stop," i say giggling, lobbing a can of ravioli at him.
for a moment i think he simply didn't see me throw the can; it glances off his chest and falls to the floor, exploding in a pattern of red arrows. i don't notice his eyes rolling back in his head or the graceful way his body collapses to the floor.
the only thing i notice is the distinct thudding sound as his head hits the metal shelf and the screaming that may or may not be mine.
later in the hospital he calls for me and says he wants to apologize for keeping secrets, and the doctors launch into a medical explanation of his cancer.
their eyes are sad.
compulsive liar.once i asked you your favouritecompulsive liar. in Free Verse More Like This
colour, and you said, "the brown
of your eyes," so i put in one green
contact and told everyone that i
came out of the womb as a factory
defect, half-priced, damaged goods.
sometimes i am from canada and
sometimes i am from england and
sometimes i am from spain.
i've carefully tempered my accents
and plotted out my stories with
yellow and purple coloured pencils
on index cards. my origin changes
like the seasons.
"why do you lie to everyone?" you
"why not?" i reply.
i wear nametags that read "alicia"
and "liana" and "samantha," because
i want to know how it feels to be
someone else for a day.
you make me a nametag with my
real name on it, and i just laugh.
(later i slip it beneath my mattress
and spend the night staring at the ceiling.
see, i've tried myself on one too many
times, and the fit is never right.)
you call me your little compulsive
liar, and i guess that is supposed
to be somewhat affectionate.
i spin before the mir
Surat ke.4Saya memeluk dan mencium diri sendiri. Dia layaknya seorang saya, hanya saja berbeda kelamin, garis hidup dan bau saja. Saya ber-tremor ria rasakan hangat badannya. Iya, badannya selalu hangat. Saya gemetar namun senang, nafas saya berat, tidak sesak namun saya berkeringat. Sejenak semua terasa ringan, ringan seperti kapas putih sesejuk nafasmu, yang kemudian perlahan mulai merayap ke leher saya yang kau klaim dan rasa bahwa itu adalah rahang kasar saya, jeda 3menit kau mulai statis diam dan setelah itu hanya nafasmu yang seakan berbicara muntahkan tembang senjakala. Dan saya mulai coba berpikir tuk masukkan sedikit sari tebu dalam kopi saya, kopi jambi tentunya, ahh.. bukan begitu bu?Surat ke.4 in Philosophical More Like This
Seketika semua kembali ke kosong, saya semakin kerdil dalam tanda tanya besar dan saya menjadi sehampa nilai kosong yang saya rasa. O, Bapak nasib. O, Dzat pengasih. Saya bersyukur bukan hanya hanya saat berpagutan liur dengannya. Saya bersyukur bukan hanya saat saya baui punggungnya. Saya bersyukur hany
SuperHandalJayaSaya ingin menyelamatkan dunia. Panggil saya SuperHandalJaya.SuperHandalJaya in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Selanjutnya saya akan memilih kata "luar biasa" dibanding kata konyol sebagai reaksi dari para pendengar gelegar saya. Terlebih saya akan mendukung hebatnya dengan meninggalkan pesan di tiap penjuru kota maya dalam bentuk poster photocopy berisi photo hasil manipulasi agar terlihat gagah tampan jumawa. Tak lupa kata-kata manis dan puja-puji merendah untuk yakinkan target saya akan bukti kesuperan saya di headline surat kabar harian jagat semesta.
Saya ingin menyelamatkan dunia. Panggil saya SuperHandalJaya.
Saya pun mulai berparade di tiap sudut kota maya memakai segala atribut kesuperan saya agar terlihat lebih menonjol dari yang orang biasa ataupun superhero lainnya. Tak lupa seabrek senjata beramunisi obat bius yang fungsinya untuk nina bobokan musuh-musuh asli saya (atau sekedar menganggapnya musuh/saingan), untuk kemudian saya plagiasi keahliannya lalu meramunya dengan sedikit i
KebebasanItuMeluruhJalanNyataMalam ini kami berpetualang lintasss galaksi menuju dimensi selain bimasakti. Kami bosan disini, terlalu banyak rumusan empiris dalam berperilaku, atau mungkin juga karena di nyata dunia kami mulai bosan dengan satu identitas saja.. hehe.. *skip! Perjalanan pun kami mulai dengan mengitari bumi pada porosnya sebanyaak 13 kali lalu meluncur menuju wormhole dengan kecepatan 666jt kbps. Di sekejap menit di dalam wormhole kami rasakan sensasi tropis ayahuasca dan LSD yang racuni sadar akan kenyataan busuknya nyata. Ahh syittt.. skip lagi sajalah bagian ini. Di dalam roket magenta bergaris cyan berpucuk kuning, kami melintasi berbagai macam planet berbentuk prisma dan berwarna pelangi. Tak Kasat mata kami serasa melihat jutaan metriks bertumpuk menjadi satu sebagai unsur pembentuknya.KebebasanItuMeluruhJalanNyata in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
mmKAY, sekian basa-basinya!
Akhirnya (setelah kami mulai cukup sadar tuk mengingat nama kami masing-masing) mendaratlah roket kami di sebuah planet berbentuk oval dengan benjolan di sekelilingnya. Berada
Just A FlowerI'm just a flowerJust A Flower in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Wilting and fading away
Slowly losing my perfection and beauty
Slowly losing my life and meaning
Slowly losing my value and worth
The butterfly that once loved me, flits away forgetting me
The bee that once embraced me, shuns away rejecting me
The sun that once shone and kept me high and proud, shines for me no longer
The humans that once sniffs then smiles for me, tramples me on their feet
I'm just a flower
Wilting and fading away
Into the darkness I'll fade
Into the realms of another I'll go
And who will remember the time they spent to bring me to where I was in this world
And who will remember how hard I fought to be the flower they find so alluring and pretty
And who will remember me in which promises and vows were made upon me to their loved ones
And who will remember me to be the one which brought smiles to people around just by being present
Sadly, no one will...
I'm just a flower
Wilting and fading away
But all I've ever lived for
I've done my pa
I'mI'm ...I'm in Other More Like This
for what I know was true
for what I know is necessary
can you just take me away
to somewhere I search and will discover
to somewhere I seek and will belong
to somewhere I acquire and will stay
to somewhere I look and will find
for that I know is eternity
Somewhere that belongs to me and you
somewhere where no monsters invade and take you away
somewhere which will never fade like your presence
somewhere with nothing but your smiles and mine
somewhere over the rainbow maybe?
that's when my insatiable heart will finally be satisfied ...
Just One MoreJust One MoreJust One More in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Thought you were all
Thought you were it
Thought you were entirety
Thought you were everything
Can I have just one more?
Whatever is inside is incredulous
Seems all pretty deceitful
Felt all very elusive
Like a turned page
Can I still ask for one more?
Like emptiness, in a broken shell, in the vast ocean
Can I ask yet again for one more?
Screaming for one more smile
Yearning for one more glance
Pining for one more touch
Desiring for one more prized reminiscence
With just you and me
Just one more
si tuan nyalang...si tuan nyalang in Other More Like This
aku hentak kakiku di dasar jurang
jalang lang lang lang lang
sudah cukup terpuruk jatuhku ini,
masih juga kau terus mendorongku
mau diapakan lagi, tuan?
tubuh telanjang menggigilku ini?
salahkan lagi peluhku,
salahkan lagi igauku,
salahkan lagi laraku,
aih, matamu nyalang sekali, tuan..
kemana dunia pelangi dulu itu,
kenapa jadi sumur gelap begini?
dan kenapa kita tidak terbang seperti dulu,
kemana lagi aku harus jatuh untuk melayang lagi?
ahh tuan, maaf saya banyak tanya, matamu makin nyalang..
cukup kau selimuti aku,
cukup kau dengar ceritaku,
cukup kau sentuh aku..
(kalau tuan mau,
kita lewati dulu malam sepi berhujan ini,
lalu besok cari pelangi
kalu tuan tidak mau, ahh..
tinggal dorong aku lagi. dan ahh..
Kata untuk LaraLara,Kata untuk Lara in Free Verse More Like This
Ceritakan padaku Rasa-mu,
Sampai aku diam termangu
Raba terjal yang kau panjati,
Sentuh curam yang kau susuri
Muntahan sedikit Caya-mu
Tunjukkan padaku Asa-mu,
Sampai aku bisu terpaku
Lihat gelap yang kau hidupi,
Dengar hening yang kau tinggali
Teriakan secuil Peri-mu
Selama lantunmu, Lara
Sampai terlupa lelahmu
Sampai terhapus sedihmu
Di sudut pelupuk matamu, nanti
Di ujung desah nafasmu, henti
Pelan kan kubisikkan serangkai nama,
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Di hari itu, saya mencoba bangun,
Meninggalkan sejenak kenyamanan absolut gelap yang menyelimuti saya,
Saya buka jendela itu,
Dan saya melihat sebuah pelangi.
Saya takut, terperangah melihat refraksi dari warna putih yang menjadi jutaan spektrum asing.
Membanting telak mata saya yang terbiasa akan hitam..
Saya mundur, takut akan apa yang memantul dari retina mata saya dan menyelusup ke saraf mata saya.
Membayangi otak saya yang tidak mengenal warna.
Apa harus saya mengintip lagi?
Tubuh saya menggigil, ia bersenandung agar saya tertidur lagi,
dan bermimpi tentang diri saya sendiri dalam slide hitam putih yang menyentak-nyentak,
Ah, aku penasaran, aku ingin lihat lagi
Nananananana, jangan anak manis, tidurlah lagi, tidak menarik itu
(Ah, maafkan saya, apa daya ia hanya seonggok daging dan tulang)
Keingintahuan yang entah mengapa,
menjadi sebuah echo di sel kelabu kepala saya menang telak,
merangsang saraf motorik