Cerita dan Metafora

I can hear him speaking by his accent

acts like a womenizer, biggest jerk

well mostly, he’s just my favorite bastard.

my sweetest bag of stories.

this girl was a disaster

a silly phrase inventor, as noisy as a firecracker

no doubt, she’s my best even in my worst!

her mind is also mine

and believe me, having one of her is more than enough.

here comes the sweat-shirted-guy :)

careless wanker, eminent joker

british-ish one that always been so helpful

my greatest tissue, my laugh trigger

I can tell what’s his brain made of, I got one too.

when my phone got his name on it when it rings,

i know something fun was gonna happen

he’s a trash, a nice cut artist

my all time sissy messy boy :P

we did have a fight sometimes

who care, we find ways to make up even after the worst.

thanks pal.

for saying ‘hello’ when others wave hands

for the presence as long as you can,

and I understand the times you can’t.

well, absence of presence doesn’t count as leaving

to me, you always are around.

CHEERS!

Hanum-Abi-Tashya-Helmi-Rheza

nyata biarpun dalam bingkai imajinasi

dalam terang dia diam lalu mewarnai gelap

titik-titik tanpa pola menari teruntai meninggi

matahari tidak jahat karna menyala,

hanya bulan terlalu pendiam, maka ditemani

alam hanya latar, seperti aku hanya pemimpi

dialah aktornya

meski tanpa sutradara, tanpa alur, tanpa cahaya

kita akan bertemu

tidak sekarang, tapi pasti akan

saat itu, aku pasti mematikan bara

menahan kedip dan membuka mata sedikit lebih lama

untuk dia yang berpendar dalam hitam

bersinar setia, tanpa terpaksa.

sampai bertemu, kunang-kunang.

oh sir please leave

your look is just too irresistible

simple tiny thing turns into a huge attack

knocking and knocking at my brain

you can give no answer nor certain ending

but still you smell wonderful

so blur yet still so real

congratulation you are successfully mix reality and imaginary

your unreachable, but your surely in my range

your the option of the unpickable choise

seriously, you’re killing me softly

so please sir, I beg you

don’t do me any good.

just leave. jog on.

I was sitting in a train

in a huge warm comfortable chamber

with a red curtain that never closed

people doing things, their reflection dance in front of me

plotted in a shadow draw on the sunshine

such a beautiful scenery

I got everything i need

a bubble of imagination fills my head

my destination would be perfect

then I look outside

people come and go, little children running arround

another train just left, and another arrives

but still i look at the same platform

with the chair and stands in the exact place as i got in the train

then I realize, I’m actually going nowhere.

cup of ice cream works in its own way to melt us together

even the sun and the trees save us some spot

to sit one next to the other see the beautiful scenery of nature

I do notice that I’m not alone

there you are holding my hand, encouraging me

swing me around to make me happy

smoothly leave a kiss on my forehead, it calms me down

see, that’s always YOU doing things

taking care of this stupid little jerk

sometimes I think you just work too hard to mend us together

just TOO hard.

open the door, and step inside the room

there were you

we met eyes to eyes, but you never came

such a coward, I said

being so close, yet still so far

then..

memory of a month ago slap me in my face

you’re so lame, but so was I

I know how it felt like

when you want so much to step just a little closer

just to give a simple smile or a light punch

or the fact that what you really want is

to caress that ‘stupid thing’ that scares you off

it’s okay for being scared, ‘cause I am too

never mind it tho’, ‘cause you got me and I got you

well, I guess that’s the idea of being somebody’s somebody

to build something that haven’t been built

to get arm in arm and never gonna be scared anymore

to make things work over and over the troubled times

so come on you lame, be brave enough

and so will I.

there were days when I fall for you

but there’s someone else’s arm that was there to catch my fall

being realistic leads to another way of being cruel

the devil stands, covering the patient one

never mind how many times i fell

nor so many times you stand there

all that I need to know is that you’re there

waiting for me to stand again and never gonna fall

so that we’re ready to run

yes, when I’m steady enough, we’ll run. together.

Don’t fall for me, I might not be strong enough to catch your fall

But here’s my shoulder, wide enough for you to rely on

And here’s my hands, strong enough to hold yours

Then, we’ll never need to fall again.

Look around there’s noone around you

Get lost in a desert with no clue nor direction

Turn left, turn right, go straight, turn around?

The useless compass close itself for you

All ends are await nowhere

tick.. tock.. tick.. tock..

So the time moves unpatiently

Chasing you and your stupidity

Hoping it to push you to the corner

So that at least you know where you are

Longing for the bell of time-out counts you out

A simple ring, saves you from a suicide