Madness Is A Word

so here we are again, my beautiful left arm, here we are again
among those glories they shared yet we stared on those empty snares
along those dirty bastards with those filthy whores starring as their mother
we are not moving anywhere, my fellow worshippers, we are still here
sitting beside the love-birds, screaming out loud after a pat on the shoulder
"love is in the fucking air eh? LOVE IS IN THE FUCKING AIR, ISN'T IT?"
leave them be, my fellow self, let the kiss made
nails on my toes kids, like hell I'm moving somewhere
let it be then, let me finish this chaotic moment alone
you don't want to take the wasted hours I've been spending anyway

dear myself, dear my-retard-self
you have been alone for quite a moment
how long does it take to make you watch the green blackboard?
that there is no 'us' in 'you and her'
the only 'us' is in 'him and her'
learn well, my beloved self, read well
may that dogma rots in your brain
best regard,
yourself

To A Name Where My Obsession Lies

to a name where my obsession lies from a wrist that keeps swinging
where we stand from different corners
saying hi and wasting time on the middle of this box-shaped world
as I learned to throw these days away and as you learned to simply turn your cheeks away
for me, forgetting you means spelling 'useless' on a Scrabble board
literally useless
but here I stand, with a new option waiting for me to take
a perspective fits me best from yours but sounds the worst from mine
though from this point of view, I can have my personal pleasure filled
though from this way of thinking, this will be me
doing what I'm good at; lying to myself

Arranging Something Creative to Name After This Post With

A moment that's awed for this heroic sense of letting go
Even though her curved lips are making it hard
Even though her pale skin is anchoring me to silently stay
Silently stay and watch her back as she walks away
Though on my wrist keeps her static smile
Yet he shouts that her smile is meant to be his
And now here I am
Having an ear that grows tired from listening those repeated letters
That has held my leg from simply turning away and walking away since those months
The same one that's keeping myself to write this down while my tongue keeps saying those words:
That pathetically, I do love her, even though she practically doesn't

You Don't Waste Your Time by Reading This

I came up with lines, lot of lines, frequently when I have nothing to do, and those words just show up. when that happens, I usually take a sheet and start to write them down. lo coba deh, ngomong sit-sheet-shit yang cepet. oke oke kembali ke momentum, but this time, I don't find a paper nor a pen. before these words vanished, I realized that I have a place to put my ideas, so here goes the blabbering

1. this is a perspective which allows me to look at you perfectly while you won't realize at all, this perspective is what the world calls as photograph

2. I failed to end my life by jumping from the basement into the first-floor

3. bleeding tears is cool, bleeding ears is not

4. literally speaking, you have been my world for these past months

5. can I have your heart? oh wait, somebody already does

6. I have a torn-apart heart that asked me to stop beating

7. they pay their bills with their love to their children

8. you're my queen of heart and I am your ace, we are should have been a fucking black-jack by now

9. this supposes to be the ending of this post, but by adding a number before the letters, this line turns to be something cool

Tragedy

firstly, you had stayed right there
muted and silenced
because of the past you wont let go easily
time grew thinner and ending approached
an unhappy ending
for those tragedies we both had shared
for those drama we had lived
and I'm still wondering what's on your mind
because you're like a crystal ball
with a mist you showed as the future

you were just my past at the first
then, you gradually turned into something more than that
not into a star, nor a rainbow
you turned into disease, disease that I cant cure
no, disease I wont cure
cause if I let you go, let your image fade away
means that I just crush our memories
that I keep in a thin, brittle glass frame

(writing under influences and the mood of poem and science)
text originally by me, not created for anyone