Poetry is . . .

poetry is not a book,is not literature,not a self journal. poetry is a letter,waiting to be read,by lost souls. Poesie ist kein Buch,ist keine Literatur, kein Selbstjournal. Poesie ist ein Brief,Warten darauf, gelesen zu werden, durch verlorene Seele. Poëzie is geen boek,is geen literatuur,geen zelfdagboek. Poëzie is een brief,wachten om gelezen te worden,door verloren ziel. […]


there are so much to tell, to explain, to share. but i might choose not to do, because i knew, they had extra mouth within their brain, but never had the brain itself.

my brain puke this time.

well, it was some thought inside my mind while on quarantine some months ago. i wonder if it’s okay to put it here but… here we go… i write not just because i want to write.i write also because i want to talk my thought,and i hope it can help you too,not only just entertain […]

take me to ferris wheel

take me to ferris wheel, and let me go up for a while. remember things i’ve been through, and cry in exhaustion by myself. because i know for now on, everything will not get easy ever again. and let me pray for the one there, who got hard times in his life, could cry and […]

one of my lucky day

Hello! So, yesterday, or i could say two days ago, i played at Academy of Philosphy Driyarkara. And it just… excelent. I mean, i attracted to philosophy (actually, one bigest Textboook, Kinda project i saved was basic Philosophy research, but after i read some of books, i kinda confused about what to publish first. LOL. […]

and they said …

“You often say; I would give , but only to the deserving, The trees in your orchard say not so, nor the flocks in your pasture. They give that they may live, for to withhold is to perish. Surely he who is worthy to receive his days and nights is worthy of all else from […]