Why’d I put too much attention? Beauty isn’t long lasting Skin will be aging Physical strength will be weaker
I can’t stop time I can’t stop growing old But, I refuse to be forgetful My mind can’t stop thinking Keep working
Memories of the old days Memories of childhood when we played together under the sun heat and rain Memories of teenagers when I was still naive in understanding what love is Memories of early 20’s when I felt that there’s big change in my life
My mind keeps it all Before being wasted away by forgetting Time helps to take care of those memories Old songs and photographs can recall While a poem helps to take care of my mind
Yogyakarta, September 24th, 2019-08.00 a.m.
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I’m tired of being nice They used my kindness to fulfill their intentions I’m tired of always smiling They misunderstood me as an attention seeker I’m tired of using metaphor They made fun of my rhyme I don’t like it!
I want to write a love poem without any word “love” I want to write a poem about you without mention your name I want to write sarcasm without anyone knows that I’m being sarcastic
I often imagine myself as a songwriter who writes thousand songs about you and our memories in the past But, I think it’d be hard because everytime I move my pen to write my lyrics everytime I rhyme a line of notes as the intro I feel like imprisoned by fears because there’s no word or note come into my head
I often imagine myself as a singer who sings thousand songs about you and our memories in the past But, I think it’d be hard because everytime I try to hit the high note everytime I enter the chorus I feel like you strangle my neck because the lyrics I want to sing got stuck in my throat and I can’t finish my singing till the end
You complained to me about an old song that plays too many times on the radio that you’ve heard this morning You decided to change to another frequency But, you still could hear it closed to your ears Because you’re the one who played the song too many times in your head without you realized maybe.
I’m afraid that the same nightmare will haunt me again I was really tortured Their fake smile Their evil laugh Their sharp tounge Their poisonous words Their intimidating glare Broke me into pieces
I’m afraid of meeting another hypocrites She’s an angel in front of her allies She’s an hero in front of her boss But, she’s a queen of devil in front of me So, should I give you a standing applause? Ah, sorry, ma’am, I mean you deserve an Oscar!
I’m afraid of being imprisoned My body My heart My soul My energy My creativity My freedom My time My life Am I too greedy?
I’m afraid of being over controlled I’m not robot I’m not machine I’m not an object I’m me, myself and I! Noted!
I’m afraid of meeting mature people who have black heart who said A in the morning, B in the afternoon and C in the evening who’re so different between what they said and what’s hidden inside who have no tolerance yet close-minded who doesn’t know how to treat others like human So, what kind of devil human are they?
Yogyakarta, September 18th, 2019-06.32 p.m. -office drama is so sickening-
was created to break the standard and barriers which are sometimes too rigid
and conservative. This can’t be separated from its nature which is one of the
best way to express human feelings. Art is identical with creativity and
imagination. As we all know, creativity and imagination can’t be limited. As
long as inspirations or ideas are still exist, our brains still work well, our
heart still can feel the beauty, then creativity and imagination will never
die. Inspiration is the fuel. Five senses are like the camera which capture
every inspiration that comes to us. Brain and heart are the place where the
inspiration takes a process. Our body will execute it to be a beautiful art (it
can be visual art, audio art or audio-visual art).
Art is about freedom, beside beauty. Because of this nature, art is
difficult to be assessed and perceived.I could say that there’s no
absolute assessment and perspective to assess and perceive an artwork. There’s no right and wrong in assessing an artwork
because it’s not science. There’s no good and bad because it’s not about
morale, ethic or manner. I have ever said in my other post that there’re only
beautiful and very beautiful in art. This opinion belongs to my music teacher
in high school. She said it in the beginning of her lessons when we were still
10th grader. And I still take her words as my principle and guidelines until
But, on the other side, freedom
of art needs an honesty. Art is an
expression of human feelings, so, what you feel will determine how your artwork
looks like. Human feelings can’t be manipulated. Your mouth can lie, but your
heart can’t. You might show your smile, so, people would see you as a happy
person. But, does your heart feel that happiness too? Only you and God know
what you feel in the bottom of your heart. Because art is an honest expression,
then, art shouldn’t be forced and controlled by certain parties to merely
fulfill their interests, so, it can damage the meaning and values of the art
itself. Every art is beautiful and
delicate. But, how beautiful of an artwork depends on the ability to describe
the reality and touch human feelings.*)
this short article is just my random thought in the middle of running out of
Have a great day, everyone! Don’t forget to be happy
If the night gives birth to silence, then the silence will turn into a poem A poem needs breath Love is a poem’s breath A poem needs pulse Longing will keep the pulse ticking continuously A poem needs life after death A poet will revive it Blowing the spirit of imagination in every word I write Creating the title as its head Verses as its body Time and place as its legs
If a great poem was born from a broken heart, how many times do I have to be broken? Whereas broken heart always occur after falling in love Then, how do I manage it, if I’m a poet and lover at the same time?