Saturday, June 30, 2012

Rapuh.

Hati rapuh.
Tak punya ubat untuk sembuh.
Ah peduli.






Guling guling.

Monday, June 4, 2012

June June June!




Jun,

boleh berkawan?



Kalau boleh
saya nak awak tenang,
pandai ambil hati,
bla,
bla bla,
bla bla bla.



Boleh berkawan?



Sep!

Half of me.


What I’m asking for is for you to love me for me, for all of me. 
The parts of me you like, the parts of me you don’t, the parts of me that cannot be all you hope me to be. 
That’s all I’m asking for.

Hamis.


Apa kau fikir aku tak tahu?
Apa juga kau tak pernah tahu?
Atau kau sengaja buat buat tak tahu.

Belakang kau baling tahi sama aku.

Kiri kanan atas belakang semua kau harung.
Depan sembur perfume sama aku.
Konon nak kasi wangi walhal hancing sungguh.

Belakang kau sebar caci tentang aku.
Sampai terkoyak rabak kain aku.
Depan senyum lebar sekerang paling wangi.

Belakang kau siap parang mahu tikam.
Depan kemain peluk cium arab sama aku.

Bajingan.

Haih,
Apa kalau aku cermin kembali belakang dan depan kau
Baru kau nampak nanah yang membusut di muka hipokrasi kau.

Terang saja apa kau tak suka.
Sampai bila mahu bertalam seribu satu muka?

Senyum kan saja, tak matang lagi mungkin.

Heartbeat.





Simple, too simple. You’re too simple.
Too hard to find. Like looking for a tiny thin needle in a haystack.
You see, I’m really thankful God let me meet someone like you.
Someone to love me just the way I am. No pretends.
And how would it be if you went away, when even the slightest bad news from you
could give me mini nervous breakdowns.
Making me hyperventilate as I try to calm myself down.

My fragile lover, my beloved.
And I’m never as HAPPY as I am with you, Muhammad Fikri.


Cruel


I don’t know when i will finally stop.
To resign everything I have.
To waive my white flag into the air, screaming & yelling defeat.
I’m tired. Exhausted.
Like those tires that are screwed tight into its joints.
I’m anxious, knowing every little step I do would jeopardize a number of things.
It’s like I’m tied down, moved around by strings.
Moving cohesively with the puppeteer.
I want to escape all this.
Escape the thing called reality.
For once, I want to live in my own fantasy.
So I need you to help me, to make it happen.
And I wouldn’t take NO for an answer.