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My heart is fire and your hands are the lighter You can cast it aside or keeping me as a flicker The way you lit your cigs is classic And though I am a part of it, You still got sole power to control every bit It was not that thin like any other kind Coming right off the clean white pack, It was tiny and thick; compact With scant of paper left on the end side You’re letting my fire kiss it hastily Only to have more time For your lips to devour it leisurely, Slowly, gently, it burns and burns And it keeps on burning Seven minutes straight before you harshly put it out Much less time than what others prefer to drag But the smell, oh the smell is haunting To the very core, it is intoxicating Tingle in the throat; crisp to my nose And, oh, how every air that tastes like that Injects pieces of you into my blood at maximum dose All of it is white with a hint of aureate All of it is you; taking a poison like it was your last breathe Between you...

Dunia bersuara lewat setiap kisah manusia. Tentang yang hilang, bertahan, dan kembali pulang. Tentang perasaan, dialog kalbu, dan potongan rindu. Tentang satu, dua, tiga jiwa, dan selebihnya yang memberi makna.  Waktu adalah satuan hidup yang lucu. Tidak berupa, namun mampu mengiringi di setiap antara. Penggalan cerita, hembus napas manusia, serta serpihan perasaan. Penentu dari sekelebat, dua abad, maupun yang kini hilang tanpa kasat.  Kala itu aku kenal sederet nama yang goresan hidupnya bertabrakan dengan milikku yang cacat, terluka, dan tidak sempurna. Rinai air mata, renyah tawa, sejuta ribu emosi bergantian penuhi dada.  Kali ini tentang manusia-manusia hebat yang di dalam perjalanan meninggalkan kisah singkat. Tentang perih, hagia, tak terlupa sisa luka. Semua yang mampu dituliskan dengan kata, dimulai dengan tentangnya.  I.  Tentangnya yang dari pertama terasa seakan tidak terlalu berarti, sampai nyatanya menjadi pengisi hari. ...

Indah mu mampu memberi warna 365 hari ku yang lalu Tidak lagi kini, tidak tahu nanti Tak lagi berpendar bak percikan; Terasa sedatar hamparan padang gersang; datang kau sekelebat udara, sedingin minus derajat tiga Februari, kali ini peganglah aku seerat-eratnya

You and I are only good on my papers Written with the trace of tears; Every layers of words Crafted with metaphors Magnificently appeared as a poetry showing off what was ours You and I are only good on your pictures Aesthetically taken; Glimpse of comfortable silence Frozen in a split-second moment The smile in our eyes are blinding the things our lips can’t let out We are good together at hiding it Little did they know, I always write about pain and Your photographs are only left as a memory Of every former agony

You love me a little less than I love you. It doesn’t mean that you don’t, but it predicts the situation where you cut off the ropes and you also are the one who point out the scissor I held to protect myself when one day you really do. You actually did, and I let you to put the blame on me as much as you wanted to. One thing you have to know, I love you a little less now but it’s still more than you once did.

The difference between our same harsh “ I don’t care, ” we repeatedly say to each other out of anger  Lays under its utmost connotation Yours bares the literal reality, while mine tells otherwise implicitly

When you’ve tasted the bitterness of life too many times, you turned into one of these two. Either a mature survivor or a broken living creature. It doesn’t matter who you turned into, the hardest part is the struggling in the way of making it. The only way to get out of the storm is by going through. But I know exactly how it feels when you tried hard enough to go through the storm by dancing under the rain, trying to make a rainbow out of it, yet you feel more broken and defeated. I know exactly how hard it is to keep a positive mind with all of the toxic surroundings. The more you want to choose yourself, the harder it gets for you to live your life.  It gets much worst when you are one of those people who feel too much towards everything. You get so used to put another people first and you find it hard to found the right one who see the world with the same perspective as yours. And if you do, the problem didn’t stop right there. At first, it will be hard for you to...