Arsip Bulanan: Agustus 2018

O Little Brother

O little brother

You are the cure for the pain

Just one look and I’ll be okay

I know I’ll be alright


O little brother

You never smile

But I don’t know why or how

You make me smile


O little brother

You said we have met before

Well I don’t remember

So tell me then


O little brother

You said we have something in common

You said you looked like me

Well I’m glad


O little brother

Are you looking out for me?

Are you for real or just an illusion?

You didn’t say much


O little brother

We were made with only one heart

And it’s not with you I have to share

Let it go


O my little brother

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Ditulis oleh pada Agustus 29, 2018 in puisi, remeh temeh


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The Writer

There is a blank page in front of you waiting and willingly to be written

But can you really face it?

Is it so difficult to face something so clean, empty and plain?

Is it so hard to do something even if it’s just a scratch?

What will you do?

Did you just give in to its innocence?

Or did you just give up so easily because you think you’re unable?

Staring at that blank page …

And the voices inside your head keep on screaming

“You can do it! You can do this!”

But still you can’t came up with something

What tale do I have to tell?


Well this is the story about a writer who always find it difficult when he faces a blank page on his computer screen. He’s a storyteller, but he didn’t tell his story like the old traditional storyteller did. Through his writing he expresses his voice, his mime, and his gestures. He creates his own world of fantasy on the depths of his unsettled brain. His mind is filled with many great stories, amazing imagination, wonderful adventure, not yet ended, they are just waiting to be fulfilled.

His head will look like a big balloon, ready to float into the thin air. Sometimes he’s really excited, he’s just keep on smiling and think, that this will be great! Pictures upon pictures moved rapidly like a movie inside his brain. Too fast that he can’t even tell how it starts and how it suddenly ends. But then that moment finally come, when he has to sit down and face that gray tube with the plain white screen again. He hated this part so much.

A beginning is the hardest part of all, but sometimes to end something so wonderful is also difficult. What will be the first word to start a big adventure? What is the secret to every great story? How to translate those electrical vibes inside your brain, that tickles your emotion, and shock your body? Is it the beginning? Is it that delightful appetizer of the most delicious words? Or is it just a simple writing so we can digest it in our stomach of thoughts in an easy way.

Perhaps it is the main course. That is the center of where and when everything important is happening and took place. The good and the bad, the evil and the innocent, the strong and the weak, the inferior and the superior, the snob and the down to earth, and the one who haven’t made up their mind yet, all in one plate. Together they’re all in an epic battle, trying to win the reader’s heart. It’s that sweet yet spicy taste messing up your brain. You really don’t want to miss this part, because you will lose the entire story. You want to be apart of something huge, and this is where those humongous things are.

Or is it when everything is settled down, when you finally find yourself breathing again. When the sun finally showed up, and the peaceful sound of nature filling up the air. How will you finish the story? Do you want to pleased every reader by giving them the perfect happy ending? Or do you want to give them something else? Why don’t you give the audience a chance to make their own story? Ah, how he hated this part so much.

Once again he faced that plain white blank screen. There is nothing in it, empty. His white cottonly clouds of thoughts had gone astray in the vast blue sky inside his head. The moment has long gone before he knew it. He is on the verge of going out of his mind, he want to scream out of his lung, he wants to break the wall that stands so solid in front of him.

He feels so frustrated by this, all he wants is to be a good writer, but why it seems so hard for him even just to write those group of letter that mean something, eventually people just get something out of it. He needs help.

When you are down, end everywhere you go there is only a thick wall that surrounds you. You are in maze, a little rat got lost on the way home, his only clue is a scent of a cheese, and his only weapon is his sharp nose. He needs a hand sent from up above.

Don’t wait!

You have to reach!

Reach even before they have the slightest thought of giving you a hand. Reach! And then you will realize that you are not alone.

So he asks one of his good fellows, his most trusted person in giving good, creative, cutting edge ideas, what is the secret in the world of writings?

He said, “Don’t think … just write”.


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Ditulis oleh pada Agustus 28, 2018 in remeh temeh, Uncategorized


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What are we watching?

Just human playing their role

Picking a part of something new

There is no new you

Just us getting rusty

Corroded by lust, envy, greed and pride

And you told me its human nature

One way to survive

Emerging in the time of crisis

What crisis are we in anyway

Just a role playing game

We as not our self

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Ditulis oleh pada Agustus 28, 2018 in puisi, remeh temeh


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Mimpiku satu

‘Tuk bisa bersamamu

Langkahku satu

Menuju ke arahmu

Hatiku satu

‘Tuk kuberikan hanya padamu

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Ditulis oleh pada Agustus 27, 2018 in puisi, remeh temeh


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Are You Watching Me?

Are you watching me?

I think my face turns red

I can feel it burn in heat

And I’m all sweaty

Are you talking with me?

You ask me a question

My tongue moves eloquently

But my face is too rigid

Are you smiling?

I’m sorry I can’t do more than that

Why is it so hard for me?

To act naturally

When you’re around

I’m not who I really am

Not trying to be somebody else

But afraid to show myself

So are you watching me?

I’m sitting all alone

And I got nobody

Why don’t you come and near me?

But my lips are sealed

You’re passing me by

Why is it so hard for me?

To act naturally

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Ditulis oleh pada Agustus 27, 2018 in puisi, remeh temeh


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