After A Bright Sky

because the smiling memories never enough. and the five watt lamp can’t make me read a sky.

between the miracle and certainty never have a tie. a lot of what you want couldn’t be all yours.

the future is in the dark. the past is in the brown. you should living for present. because that’s a light blue.

people all be greedy. people all be sleepy. want somethin instant like an indomie. but didn’t wanna know the hardness to make the dough.

because the open door never be an opportunity. because the bird chirping cant’t make the world seems beauty.

and they will have a heavy regret… and the will… and you will… and I will…

Earth and Mars

earth and mars, two planet had ever been a crush. recognizing the differences and deciding to be apart. because never becomes one. they have their own way to take. no easy path to be a shortcut nor an estuaries. it’s like God created them to not be together.

earth and mars, they finally meet after a long revolution. they could see each other from their own orbit. their mind is in an uproar. like a brainstorm on a meeting to decide something important and have an urgency. the dream in the past, the illusion to the future, comes like a flashback.

Earth and mars, all they can see is just regret. it’s better not to meet, moving on the different galaxy. but not all what you want be the reality. all thet can do is just an acceptance. bearing the past to be a memories. bury them to be a beautiful love they ever did.

but sometimes mars still asking about the possibility, “must i found a wormhole to be forever with you?”

-for someone who can’t be erased-

The Sold Out Light

time to time. on available dark. gaining some curiosity. i ask to another passanger, “is there any light to share?” but everyone saying the same. the lights had been sold out, since i lost the past and remaining with the unpredictable future. 

i wait. but keep asking. because the lights deserve a hardwork. and the patience becomes a big knowledge. time to time. when i ask about 99 times, i see a single hand grabbing my. barking to my existence. 

“I hate the corner,” i say. but he didn’t give me any light. just stay beside. hold me tight. have every talk. let me feel the dark.

the sold out light. i didn’t bother to find it now. because I found the center of the solar system.

that’ll be you.

Apple on Your Face

that’s red. people said it’s beautiful and sweet. and that’s yours. i dont know whether there is someone else who ever tried. but in every occasion, my eyes only focus on that. there is fire. and I know that’s burning. the Apple on your face.  

that’s red. like my beating everytime it smiling. that’s wet. like my panties every watching blue film. you licking it, washing the crack. you  bad dude! inviting me to be a taster. the Apple on your face.

that’s red. and i’m dying to take a sip. can i have a little bit? even if the sin would be the burden. but do you believe in beautiful sin? that’ll be you and the Apple on your face.

#3

I just feeling you from a far, missing you without incarnation, imagining you like a television shows. Oh my past!

#2

When every distinction becomes an issue, maybe one and two can’t be twelve. When every person calculate the sameness, we will waiting for 99,9% resemblances and that’ll be you…

#1

You ask the sun, who is the night. You asked the moon, who is the day. You ask me, who are you. How could I know? Meanwhile I’m just a shade…