Tuesday, June 21, 2011

xiii Broken.

I’ll destroy this useless heart.
I’ll mess it up so it’ll never beat again.
Not just for me but for anyone.
It suffered too much.


Friday, June 17, 2011

xii Pushing Me Away

The only time you're listening is when you're alone.
The only time you'll start thinking is when you're left behind.
The only time you come to your senses is when everyone ignores you.

Nobody is giving me much attention that I need.
Life is never interesting enough.
Betrayal made my life even worse.
And today, I gained a trust.
And the others, putting me in friendship dilemma for gaining the trust.
I don't need this now.


Sunday, June 12, 2011

xi Enemy

Who is it that I've been fighting for?
Was it you?
Was it her?
Or was it for myself?

A fail judgement that I have yet to see.
The true enemy I should fight is myself.
Hello, dear enemy.

I should know that I have to make my mind soon.
Everyone around me keeps bothering me with the simplest job.
That I have yet to execute.
They made me suffer for their own good.
But I'm letting them.
The true enemy remains.
Myself.


Monday, May 23, 2011

x Reflection

Sometimes, life makes you think.
Today, I thought it was odd.
To know how tiny am I in the eyes of others.
What I expect to be huge, reflects the smallest side of me.
I am isolated.
I have no certainty.
I'm indecisive about a lot of things that I thought I knew.
Today, everything is crystal clear.
I'm not who I thought I was among others around me. 


Sunday, April 3, 2011

ix - All I Need is an Angel

I feel trapped.
Of life's responsibilities.

I feel lost.
In this very trap.


I need an angel.
Will you be my angel?


Wednesday, March 9, 2011

viii Which One

Real friends not only there for my good times. 
But also for having me in their good times.
Real friends not only there for my hard times.
But also for trusting me in their hard times.

I know how annoying I can be.
I know how hard is it to be my friend.


But...Real friend. Are you?
You don't bother to offer but willing to summon me.
You don't bother to greet but talk big when certain people is around.
I lost respect of you already.
Why not you just die?
Why can't you pay more attention to your surroundings?
Go to hell.
I hate you.
Hate you so damn much for that hypocrite face of yours.


Saturday, February 26, 2011

vii Won't It Be Nice

When laughters can be heard all the time.
When both of us trust each other.
When taking photos together during memorable event is easy.
When all the business be put aside for a day out together.
I don't want to see your sad face.
I don't want to see you cry again.
I don't want to see you pulling yourself out of my world.


No matter how far you left me alone,
I'll always try to walk my way back to you.
Because I trust you more than I trust myself.
Because you made me feel that I belong somewhere.
When you are the one disappoints me with excuses,
Ignoring me...
My heart hurt the most...
But it's hooked to trusting you...
You're ripping it apart even worse than the last girl did to me.


Wednesday, February 23, 2011

vi Forgotten

I have forgotten how to love myself.


and you thought that I love you.


Monday, February 21, 2011

v All I Need

All I need is someone to talk with.
Someone that doesn't push me around.
Someone who just listen and help me forget my problems.



Where are you?
I'm still finding you.
Please listen to my lame topics.
Please sit down and give me a reason.
To believe there's someone who cares.


Friday, February 18, 2011

iv Time To Go

You might think it's over.
Everything is fine...
Think again...
Maybe it's just you...


Wednesday, February 16, 2011

ii Who am I

There's a two side of everything.
God made it that way.
When there's good, there's also bad.
When there're laughters, there're also tears.
When there's pleasure, there's also pain.


I am a God's creation.
I deserve the right to be misbehave sometimes.
Tell me, am I that annoying to you?
Why are you avoiding me?


Tuesday, February 15, 2011

i Another Adventure

Hello.
This is my sorrow.
This is how I express myself.
This is the only place for the sketches.
This is the only time sketches come to life.
Meet minime, my hidden feeling, will now speak.