21 September 2023

day 21 (#angelealowesprompts' september): wasted summers

the autumn leaves fall down to the Mother Earth
it's been decades and your ghost never left this town
it became the blurry figures
in front of the bus stations
where we used to talk before work
at the ice cream stall down the busy road
after the noon to calm my anxiety 
on the ugly yellow cab
where you squeezed my hand three times
and i would say that i love you too
with kisses on the palm of your hand
with my faded-green umbrella against the rain
with home-cooked meals after the fight
with the home i used to build just for us 
i can never count how many summers passed
and all i did just thinking how come it all ends 
without any notification on my phone
without an apology letter sent to my mail
even without my key that i spared to you
where it all went away? 
i walk down to the park you loved
and see how my life passed in the flash of my eyes
i know i wasted half of my life loving that damn hard 
now i whisper to the windy air
hoping that this winter won't feel so lonely
and the spring brings all my hopes up
i hope the summers ahead
it won't be wasted
like all those silly years
i spent on loving you 


// the one summer i hope it all ends 
21.09.23; 11.40pm

10 September 2023

i hope you are done with your past
mungkin tidak untuk melupakan
setidaknya memaafkan
dan mengikhlaskan
cubitan di hati memang terasa
melihatnya tidak denganmu
tapi setidaknya kamu tersenyum
dia baik-baik saja
and that's enough

day 10 (#angelealowesprompts' september): a little sunburnt, a little drunk

my hands save me from the sun
with a little burnt, a little too red
my little feet dancing around
the park is too wide, too quiet
but i let my heart as free as the bird
my feelings a little bit lighter
the dream of brooklyn bridge
we used to talk about
now it's just me
being the only one left
with the case i left on my loft
and baggage of what's left behind
our dreams
our future
our love 
as i toast the bluest sky
the wine run through my red lips
i celebrate it all
the lost
the storms
the pain 
i am free now
to be something i wanna be
to be someone i've never been before
to be the one... you hated before


// to be the old me, before you 
10.09.23; 09.08pm

6 September 2023

kenapa kalau dibandingkan
tulisanku tahun ini dan beberapa tahun lalu
perbedaan "materi"-nya begitu kerasa :/

day 6 (#angelealowesprompts' september): survive my own mind

terkadang nalar tak pernah benar
memiliki caranya sendiri mengurung
siapa yang lebih dulu menyerah
kemudian keluar pemenangnya
biasanya tidak begitu banyak yang selamat
seringkali, kita semua terjebak
dan tak tahu caranya keluar
ke mana, bagaimana, harus apa 
kepala ini seolah tertawa
mana manusia yang dilabeli kuat 
yang ada hanya sosok bertopeng
kala gelap menyapa dengan dingin
tertinggal seonggok raga tak berjiwa
terperangkap, enggan meminta tolong
makhluk tuhan yang sombong sekali 
paling enggan bersujud
paling depan untuk mengingkari
namun ketika terpuruk selalu bertanya
di manakah tuhan
mengapa tidak pernah adil 
pejantan berkokok
gema dari satu bangunan ke bangunan lain
selamatkah anda 
kalau iya, semoga ini terakhir kalinya
dan di lain hari, 
tidak lagi ada pertarungan dalam kepala cantikmu
tentang hidup dalam kekosongan, 
atau enggannya dirimu mati dalam kesepian


// catatan yang terbangun di pagi hari 
06.09.23; 11.26am

4 September 2023

day 4 (#angelealowesprompts' september): i don't wanna die anymore

it's the time when the flowers bloom 
and the sky looks prettier in blue 
veins are so red i don't wanna ruin it anymore 
maybe i've lost some of them 
maybe they've lost some of the old me 
i don't wanna care, anymore
like i did when they walked away
it's not you 
it's me
and my messy head
but after awhile, i know
maybe life's worth a lil bit
with those who stays
who loves me, even though they left scars
but that's okay, aight? 
we'll live, breathe, and move on
but at least, i don't wanna die 
like when the love of my life, left me
like when those who i thought were 'love'
were nothing but the same people
who left a giant hole of loneliness
a nothingness 
but now i don't wanna die anymore 
those who stays
worth my life a little bit more


// notes from the one who always wanna die
04.09.23; 09.18am


#nowplaying
The 1975 - I Always Wanna Die (Sometimes)

2 September 2023

day 2 (#angelealowesprompts' september): seasonal depression

the head's spinnin' around
what to hear
what to do
what if

some days are better than today
some days, i wish there's a switch
to turn off all the wild thoughts

sometimes, i am happy
for the life i'm living in
but other times, mostly, 
i feel like i'm not enough
the thoughts of future life
and the uncertainty
what if i'm drowned
and never be saved 
the knight i've been waiting for
is he ever coming? 

the drizzle knocking on the deck
my eyes are seeing through the lake
the morning fog never gives me glimpse
but right now-
i hope i'll hang on whatever
and get there-
wherever it is, whenever it is
hang on dear
this too, shall pass 


// depressing time 
02.09.23; 10.21am