Untuk semua yang diharapkan menjadi

Untuk setiap hela napas,
terdapat harapan dan mimpi yang hampir kandas
Diselipkan penuh hati-hati
dalam satu dua tiga gulir detik
yang berlomba dikejar oleh mati

Entah tentang rencana panjang
atau cara menghindari berjalan telanjang
Akuilah,
Tidak semua nyata adalah bahagia

Semua yang diinginkan untuk menjadi,
Pun akan mati di beberapa sisi
Seperti seorang penulis yang punya mimpi
untuk ciptakan sebuah citra
yang memanja mata

Namun apa daya,
Jauh sebelum kuas menyelesaikan tugasnya,
Ia sadar untuk mengingatkan sejuta manusia
Akan kesia-siaan yang akan datang

Dalam setiap hela napas,
Penulis tahu tangannya bukan untuk menggores kuas;
Bukan untuk mencampur warna;
Bukan untuk mencipta citra,
Di akhir cerita, ia akhirnya memanggil teman baiknya
Untuk sekadar temani apa yang sudah terlanjur mati
Sebelum menjadi

Sederet kata yang tersusun di bawah gambar
adalah bentuk pemanfaatan akan semua yang telah

hancur berantakan
Mati ditelan harapan selama tujuh bulan

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Today I Took It Off For Good

You gave me a ring of promises and I remember you wearing your bright yellow t-shirt I laughed, I joked about it, you laughed But when I wake up I breathe into nothing other than the feeling of your ring on my finger and the reality that you are already long gone

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Hurt Me Enough Until I am Able to Let You Go

I am hanging onto the ropes Of the hours you didn’t reply; Of the phone calls you didn’t answer; Of all the time you were a teaspoon of sugar, Then I fell shortly after Into the questions that wrecked me from inside The second you were gone. I’d rather have it kills me Than watching you slowly fade While I climb back into the exact same spot Where standing alone needs a big amount of effort So don’t be a really good song, A line of words I cannot ignore, A written feelings I adore, Just don’t. I only need you to do me a favor: To bring on the good pain And hurt me deep Hurt me enough Until I am able to cut off the string Until the ache of your existence is finally missing

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Once upon every night

I misread the map and forget to say But you brushed it with “it’s okay, I prefer we took the long way” You smiled and let the music play How can you avoiding the right turn Makes my stomach burn Maybe it’s because the wheel speed doesn’t really match my heartbeat The one goes slow, the other one is overflow All we do is screaming out To the old song you like Our voice is tone deaf and sounds horrible At the moment I realized that my feeling is in trouble I cursed at the crowded street That you seemed to enjoy every bit It’s the way that you never think twice To not let me be alone under the night lights Maybe it gives me shiver More than the way you open the door Or bringing close my dinner Now you ended up being more than a blur

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