Secretly spreading whispers.


PRET!!!!!!!!!!
April 21, 2008, 4:44 am
Filed under: Just another crappy brainwaste

Kalau
hati itu seperti makanan kaleng. Pasti bau nya sekarang udah busuk,
udah kadaluarsa. Bisa gw buang isinya semua ke tong sampah sampe habis,
gw cuci pake sabun sampe bersih dari bau, gw keringin sampe ga bersisa
lagi noda-nodanya. Terus bisa gw isi kaleng bekas makanan itu dengan
sesuatu yang gw mau.

Kalo masih ngga suka juga, tinggal buang aja ke tempat sampah. Beli yang baru, biar ngga NYUSAHIN HATI & PIKIRAN gw!!!!

FVCK!!! Kotoran comberan nih hati!!

~G~
 


Mourning.
April 17, 2008, 6:36 am
Filed under: Curhat

         

Are there any malicious things besides making those who we love get sad and crumbled?

I feel merry this morning, I feel sorrow this afternoon.

I’m stuck. I fall to pieces.

I’m
sorry… with all my ripping remaining senses. If words could kill,
then I’d be dying by now, covered in fishy-smelled blood all over,
inviting ants and flies to have some bloody hell party to welcoming my
doom.

Though I remain silence here. Truth can always see
aperture within thick walls, can always smell scent within scentless
phases. All I need is to wait for a hero inside me to rise up the
sleeping pride and hidden bravery of mine to stand, to fight and to win
this battle; me versus me.

Deeply
sorry dear[s], deeply sorry. I got crushed down now, I really don’t
know what to say or to do. Million times I’ve been kissed by realities
like this, billion times I’ve been trapped with rough truths and
feathery lies dancing nakedly around me with sneering lips while
they’re waiting for me to swing my bare hand and catch one of them with
my eyes closed.

_______________________________________________________________

–>
Besarnya kekuatan PMS nih, pengen nangis melulu bawaannya sekarang.
Padahal ngga sampe 12 jam yang lalu pengen melompat kegirangan melulu
tiap menjejakkan langkah. Hhh…

~G~

 

         



SPAM entry. KILL ROY SURYO!!!
April 10, 2008, 9:04 pm
Filed under: Just another crappy brainwaste

Roy Suryo lagi ditantangin di DIALOG TERBUKA dengan para hackers dan bloggers", http://riyogarta.com
Besok Jumat, 11 April 2008 jam 11.00 WIB Bagi yang tidak bisa hadir,
silakan akses Live Streaming yang telah disediakan Bina Nusantara di
alamat: http://www.binus-access.com/bee-watch/diskusi.html

A note from Iwed:
It means the dialog will be held in a couple minutes! Prepare to see
some abbatoir!! Oh how it would be so lovely to see blood, if it is
possible, hahaha…

 



Dissolute
April 6, 2008, 8:34 pm
Filed under: Just another crappy brainwaste


.Bingung sedang saya

.Ini seperti menjadi akan semua
menyangka pernah tidak saya

.Saya menyerang berbalik semuanya

.Harapkan saya yang seperti tidak
berjalan semuanya, terbalik semuanya

.Berontak semua mereka merasa
saya, berputar terasa semua

.Sendiri saya diri atas kuasa
kehilangan saya, kendali kehilangan saya

.Terjadi semua ini membiarkan
saya, salah saya

.Tersiksa saya membuat benar-benar
ini, gila membuat benar-benar ini

!Gila ini !Bah. Cinta karena
tersiksa

?Sebelumnya cinta dikuasai saya
diri membiarkan saya pernah mana

…Saya bukan ini, saya bukan ini

.Kabur penting yang, saja kemana.
Rasanya saja lari mau !!Aaarrgghh

.Boleh juga lautan dalam ke, tanah
bawah ke, langit atas ke

.Repot nanti tenggelam kalau.
Berenang bisa ngga saya, jangan ah

?Perawan jadi masih mati saya masa

Maria Bunda menjadi tertarik tidak
saya, saja maaf-maaf

?Sih apa ngomong ini saya

Satu cuma intinya padahal, tulisan
panjangnya segini

.Cinta jatuh saya

t.i.t.i.k

 

~G~



Death inferno.
April 6, 2008, 8:06 pm
Filed under: Poems

It’s infernal

With flashy maroons light

You have opened the door

The fire has finally lit

Producing acid smokes

Leaving sultry ashes

And my heart is hanging upon

Longing to be saved

By the end of the crescent

A gentle heart with firm hands

I look after

I crave upon

A mourning prayer was spoken

I wish to be released

In the dead hours

Where all eyes are numb

All ears are senseless

Where owls and crickets are alive

They sing and chat

They jump and dance

They kiss under the mistletoes

They make noise and cover others

And me as the escapee

Run as I might, follow my only
light

As I know to be “death”

It’s inflammable

I can hear his voice

Like a sirens from heaven

Secretly spreading whispers

Heaven as it is

I never feel as much alive like
this

If death is happiness

And happiness is infinitive

So be it.

 

~G~