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Update-an Kehidupan

Aku mau mulai nulis suka-suka Gak melulu soal hati Apalagi cinta Enggak perlu mikir mau pake diksi apa Nulis satu kata juga suka-suka Enggak kek, gak kek, nggak pun ya gapapa Eh, atau nggak papa? Nulis gini bukan gue banget Pake gue pula ???? Namanya juga udah lama enggak Nggak nulis, maksudnya Kalo nggak yang lain mah udah lama banget Nggak ketemu orang, nggak pulang malem, Nggak ke luar rumah selain kerja Banyak yang protes perkara pesan tak terbalas Banyak yang ilang perkara udah gak dianggap teman Padahal kerjaan cuma gini-gini aja; Melek, minum air, basuh muka, pesen gojek, Absen di lantai 28, pesen americano otr pake saus dolce 2 pump, duduk, minta ditemenin orang, ngisi paru-paru, Balik ke lantai 39, buka laptop, niatin nanti sore pulang kerja mau nulis, eh tiba-tiba udah setengah 7, absen, pesen gojek, Nunggu lift, abang gojek udah sampe, lift belum kebuka, Diburu waktu, dikejar telfon abang gojek, dikelabui buyi ‘TRING’ kirain lift kebuka, berdecak kesal, gak sabaran, ada ...

We will always be a could have had

I used to crawl into bed with the pain of your name Blood streaming down my eyes; praying for the time you came Screaming for air at the same time Not ready to hug you with another goodbye My whole life I only know you as one, And eighteen, twenty one, also thousands of none That afternoon I let the day passed by And yet, you go back to the place when we were still blind The tight hug is not helping at all Neither the easy tone wrapped in a loose t-shirt Your whole existence reminds me of hell I’ve been living in Since the last time you let us be gone And leave me here all alone Those days I wasn’t even sure I will survive because I used to run from everything by going to your reek-of-cigarettes words and cold as stone mouth. The sweet “ oh, darling, remember that you will always come home to me ,” used to make relieve streamed down all over my bones. That was enough, the hand to my limped foot; the band-aid to my burning world. My name rolled over the messages which I knew who it...

Couch For Two

I was ready to move out of the house you built for us to stay the moment I knew you will never come home anymore I sleep on the couch while watching TV without having to slide to the other side making a space for you to sit on I draw a nice bath with cold water I’d pleasurably enjoy without hearing your nagging voice from the other side of the door telling me to soak into hot water I lay awake at night snuggled into a thick blanket on rainy days without turning the heater on and there isn’t any warmth of your breath creeping on my skin trying to block away the cold I listen to my favorite whispery voice from slow mellow songs instead of having the argument over a blaring deafening one of yours I watch series that we both used to love one season in a night and when that one particular movie was on the TV I smiled remembering how hard you always cry while watching it And then I play it again for the hundred times trying to accustom myself not to deliberately searching for your ...

My Old Man

My old man didn’t bring me to life But he sure as hell is there every step of the way; Cradling the innocence within me, Dragging my bones, sometimes way too harshly And yet I don’t mind, I never do He walks as much as he talks wearing the grey too early for his folks Every time his mouth opens, he breathes out my lifeline And yet I don’t mind The ship bows when he whispers to the wind The time comes for the sun to dim, He lingers, not even once giving in Through whomever mouth the cruelty slipped out, He stands, not even once giving up I recall finding every bones in his body breaks apart; His voice raised, his blood dried up; Saltwater pooling in his clear stare, more than he can ever bear But never once I feel the grip of him loose from my ends I might not come from him, not entirely But I might as well be, I always wish I do For he is the only living breathing human being, whose quarter blood runs in my vein, never breaks my heart, or put my wrists in chain Every good pieces o...

Setiap Kita Satu Meja

Bisikkan malam menderu keras di telingaku beriringan dengan lantun tanpa syair dari sebuah racauan lagu anak kecil yang tidak sedikit pun merdu Gelap angin teriakkan dua senti helai rambut di besarnya kepala berbalut wajah familiar yang dihiasi dua bola mata hitam tajam berlapis geram Lalu seketika satu dua puluh juta kata bermanja tanpa membiarkan jeda tiba dan aku tersadar bahwa takutku akan sebuah tatapan intens pun luruh olehmu, sirna Dalam satu hembus napas aku biaskan indahmu ke masa kelam dan ku lempar hangatnya nyaman ke arah keramaian tak berarti yang mengelilingi Walau sekeras apa upayaku menata detak yang ku kira sudah retak sejak tahun lalu, tak jua hilang kemampuanku untuk selalu bisa bertemu dengan bagian dari hatimu yang kau tutupi kaca bening penuh dengan sirat abu-abu Walau sekeras apa upayamu untuk menjadi orang yang aku benci selama ini, tak jua mampu kau berbohong untuk mengakui keruntuhan tembok tinggi yang bersamanya seraup izin tanpa kata membiarkanku men...

The Little White You Drag

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...