One to ten

I was counting one to ten. I hope this world will be beautiful as what God’s thought. At ten, it was dark which puts everyone in violence. It was nine when everyone tried to break someone’s soul – raped, sexual assault/sexual intercourse. Eight… I bet eight thousand persons in this world who are against human rights, people who are against feminism. Seriously? They are too severe. I was looking at the clock, it’s now seven. I know you are one of those seven billion persons who judged people by its look; appearance, by its history, by how they talk. You just broke their confidence. At six, it was so noisy and loud. A lot of people in this world doesn’t care about one person’s feelings. They bullied, throw some name-calling, tease someone, and sometimes it’s not a nice joke anymore. And the worst is, you did cyberbully. You just destroyed someone’s reputation. Now we’re here at five. I just slept five times yesterday and when I woke up it was so silent. In this chaotic world, millions of people are in pain, depress, crying at the corner of her room silently, enduring because of you. Think about it. One, two, three, and four. Four hundred melodies, four hundred songs a lot of people don’t want to hear anymore because you just lost its meaning. You hurt someone and you broke her heart into pieces because of what you did. Three in the morning, I was thinking about people who did suicide. I know you are one of those reasons why. Don’t deny it but you just called someone a slut, a dummy, an ugly, told someone to kill herself. Believe me, it is the most excruciating and they don’t believe in their own self anymore. Two words left. It is you and your thoughts. How can you think those to a person who always nice to you? Or maybe who didn’t do anything to you. At two, a lot of people who do crimes and violence until now and the holy heart of him is breaking. You can still help. Spread the words of knowledge and wisdom but first, you must understand it and find it by yourself. And it was the last water I drank before I slept. I was so thirsty. Thirsty of love, peace, and equality. This world was poured of love by Him, it’d be beautiful as what God’s thought.

The Plate Boundaries

It was like a nightmare
me and her – we were best friend
and yet, the relationship we have were diverged;
we both move away from each other
because it was meant to be diverged.

It’s like life wants me to feel broken often
me and him –
we converged,
we collide
but there was an event occurred, the earthquake
someone is not happy, someone is hurt
and because it was meant to happened.

Lastly, I felt numb for this often happens
me and a group of friends –
we were legendary,
we were solid
now, we sliding past each other
like we never made memories
and a history.

A night which always the same

The lights are off
the stars are shining
and the moon is
here we go again,
another night where
i feel so empty
and out of place

another night where
sadness will fill me
and loneliness

another night where
i lay on my bed
and only those pillows
and a blanket
can comfort me

another night
which i hate sometimes
because only a non-living thing
is there for me.

Afraid to risk in Love

Is it my fault that I’m not brave enough
to tell you something about how I feel towards you?
I like you –
but I don’t have any courage, any spunk
to tell you about it.

I’m not afraid if you’ll let me go
I’m not yet afraid if you can’t wait anymore
because I can still save myself
and love myself ford doing this

Is it my fault not telling you about my feelings?
That’s why we ended like this
having problem but we both don’t know
near to end –
’cause slowly we’re getting there

Is it my fault if you finally give up?
because I’m being coward not to tell you
about what I feel
I like you –
but I’m too late to tell that
because you’re slowly not getting in touch of me,
because you’re slowly not showing
how you feel like before

Is it my fault?
because I didn’t risk.
I’m afraid to risk.

You

You know how much I love sunflowers
but you always give me roses

You know I love the fragrance of the sunflowers
but you love giving me roses

You know I love yellow
but you always choose the red one

You know everything about me
but you choose not to remember

That’s why I always pretend that I like you for giving me roses
with a fake smile
but you never see it in my eyes
because you always choose what makes you happy
and you always prioritize yourself for being happy

 You never know what being man means