A Mind Ghost

It is my fictional man
Who used to brought me flowers
Sang me a lullaby
And ride me home after dinner

He wore white shirt
And blue denim
With that loose socks
And old vans shoes

We used to laugh together
Over silly jokes
And people came by
Through our sight

He never called me by my name
He use his code
I am his blah
And he's my brew

Playing mind trick is fun
You can shape anyone
To be anything you want to

Unless,
You stay walk on the road
Not on the sky

But now he's gone
Eat up by my egoism
Ran away from my silence
Leaving me many questions

I should build
Another fictional character
To find him
And tell
Thank you

For remaining in my mind
For staying in my head
For accepting what I was.

Sunday Blues

We already parted
Before we could say hello
Time is sucks
Running bluntly
Without compromising

Yesterday I saw you
In the best part of your shirt
Leaning your arms
To be my head pillow

Something confuse me
There were two of you
Different faces
Same scent
And favorite songs

I woke up
Feeling blues
Wandering why
I should see you
In the middle of crazy days

We never been allied
But I can use your jokes
Inside a small chat
Between me
And someone I don't even know

I thought mother earth was right
Sending me some signs
After new year
To tell me
No one's easy
No one's care

But last night I saw you
In the middle of sleeping
Walking behind me
Wear your favorite shirt
And singing that song

New year will still the same
You still a lucid thing
That I barely touch
Or see

Who is who?

Everyone seems so easy

Using some words to be their hype

Put the dictionary away

And create what they believe from what they see

Seriously?

Who are you?

Is your brain capability isn't enough

To produce lenghty word longer than tongue

The world doesn't made from imitation gold

It is nature

They were born within

They learn to grow and evaluate

Not imitating

Seriously?

Who is who?

Not the matter of time or euphoria

But people create something

To be seen

Not duplicate

Grow your green grass

Not by cutting them to sabotage mine

Seriously?

Who are you?

Who is who?

It's so hard just to claim what is mine

Menjadi Dewasa Itu

Mungkin begini rasanya menjadi dewasa

Ketika semua pilihan ada diujung jari

Tidak lagi menunggu jawaban persetujuan dari orang tua

Siap menerima apapun risiko nanti

Tak pernah terkira jika sekarang aku bukan lagi bayi

Yang setiap hari merengek meminta ASI

Sudah saatnya sekarang aku yang harus memberi

Meskipun tidak sejagat raya, tapi percayalah ini naluri

Ternyata menjadi orang dewasa itu nikmat

Semua rasa pernah dihadapi

Masalah yang datang tidak harus menjadikan sakit

Tapi membuat kita belajar untuk tetap bangun di pagi hari

Menjadi dewasa itu picik

Bukan ego yang kita junjung

Tapi ada banyak pilihan dan kebutuhan yang pelik

Yang selalu muncul setiap saat tidak ada ujung

Mungkin menjadi dewasa adalah anugerah

Tidak bisa terelakkan

Betapa nikmatnya memutar otak hingga jengah

Betapa asyiknya main muka hingga bosan

Dewasa sungguh bukan pilihan

Namun kewajiban

Tanggung jawab

Bukan hanya ijab

Shaping Love

We never find any right answers to this kind of question
How we can keep being in love?
Without knowing someday we lost them
Turning into ashes
And burn yourself down

Ten years can not keep love survive
Time really looks like shit and hell
The longer you hold
The weaker you will realize
That love is cheaper than your tears

Should we take a precaution before being in love?
Because some people do not want to be ruined
Harmed and hatred by their own body

Peaking to the future is a sin
But maybe we can bring some hoping stuff
To shape the love that we dream of
That we want to aim
That we want to cherish

Will love ever understand?
For not stopping in the false land
Just in case we do not agree

Love should be controlled by our hands
So they won't become oversize
Because we do not have to provide a bigger space for it
Bigger thing takes time

Or can we just make a deal before love landing in the new place?
Delaying the flight just a couple of minutes
To discuss
Whether we should go home
Or fly

Let's dream together
Till we can certain what shape of love that we should accept.

Short Escape

Let's start the engine

The police will show up at nine

We have to leave before sunrise

The sooner the better

Feeling separated so far away

From my own flesh

Looking for a new soul

And happiness

Wake up honey

It's four in the morning

Wash your body

And take the key

To the beach

To the mountain

We drive along

With music on

I don't care if it's raining

As long as I don't see any buildings

And people complaining

As long as I travel with you

And enough money

This could be the continuous driving

We ever made

27 hours non-stop

And looking back to the bed we used to sleep

Next sunset is ready to catch up

It's time to put down the car

And having a nice cup of tea

I'll miss you

With the shortest time I had

Infinite Emptiness

We at least try to be a good person
Affected by the people we knew for a long time
Or people we barely knew
Even a stranger.

If you think you can change the world by being a good person
You might be wrong
They do not need your empathy or tears
Everyone needs non fiction result.

Still thinking about being a good person is hard?
I guess so
Do not assume if you keep quite for what you've seen
You can be called as a kind man
People will yelled at you
Calling you a scumbag.

Guilty will haunt you, endlessly
Like you will sleep like a baby no more
Chewing a bit candy
Instead of a shining wrapper.

You all gonna be doomed by assumptions
End up being a garbage
Throw out to a trash can no one will find.

The heart will ripped out
Trade the soul for the evil
Like what Nicolas ever did.