isolation
trying to fit-in is miserable and tiring. trying to adapt is challenging. i’m fine in my room. put your message outside my door, i’ll reach them very soon.
Category: Poems
Bilur (Welts)
Biru, ungu, hitam. Tak langsung selalu terkena. Apakah sakit? Tidak tahu. Aku sudah kebal. Biru, ungu, hitam. Adalah seorang kambing hitam. Apakah sakit? Tidak tahu. Itu sudah biasa. Biru, ungu, hitam. Mengerti alasan asalnya itu semua. Apakah sakit? Tidak tahu. Ini hanya beberapa bilur. Mungkin nanti akan hilang dengan sendirinya. Blue, purple, black. It often […]
enigma
i used to… but now i haven’t… no reason, just experienced. world is cruel, but fair.
kindness
being nice is easy. being kind is hard. nice can be just fakeness, but, you can’t fake kindness.
shooting stars
o, shooting stars.. where have you been? do you ever stay, or at least, clearly seen?
is that hard to do?
be kind, be honest, be gentle. is that hard to do? i don’t know. but many failed. including me.
problem solving
since i was young, they taught me how to solve problem that i’d never had, how to not make another new problem, or how to make things right, perfecly. so i tried to change anything, to become my way. and they tried to change me, to become right way. but, they never taught me to […]
nothing
i’d seen almost everything. i’d feel most everything. i’ve nothing. i am nothing.
fakeness
oh no. don’t get me wrong. i’m not mad for the fakeness you presented to other. i’m mad at the fakeness you created in front of me. i don’t care what you did outside, but didn’t you realize i could see what’s inside?
be prepare
when you found yourself, be prepare to adapt to society. that adapt doesn’t mean being someone else for the shake of society. that adapt means being for someone else as you. some will fit, some will not. and that’s okay.
hello, goodbye. 