April 15, 2008
· Filed under Life, Poetry
[YES THIS IS A USELESS ENTRY AT THE MOMENT]
I want to write a poem
To express how exactly I…
wonder what’s going on
and its how and its why
All the words and the worlds
At the back of my crowded head
would struggle to climb up from
my throat where it’s been led
But no further
I want to let words run down
But they’re like a tangled coil
trying to smooth out the edges
Would leave me in a turmoil
Unenthusiastically undoing them
knots until I reached my limits
Probably I will toil away with
ambition lasting for some minutes
But no further
(Entitled; A Small Part of Something Mildly Resembling a Poem that Miss AKS Wrote Out of Frustration. Do not consider as actual poetry but it’s the closest thing to it so far… haha)
What?? It’s still not posted? Yes, I know. Even though my school’s wonderful joyous and yet also undeniably exhilarating school trip in which I got the crappiest bus of the bunch and the schedule wasn’t being followed to at all took place in quite-early March, I still haven’t reported about it here?
So… will I do so now?
Unfortunately, not yet. When will my dear friend A**** aka ‘Sacchan’ hand over the photos of the trip to me… I hope there are actually good pictures of me this time *gets shot*
Have a placeholder picture (the one on the utmost right is my school friend. Can you guess who the pimp guy in the middle is?)!
another one, to the demand of the perverted, pedophilic pimp! *gets stomped on*
January 29, 2008
· Filed under Poetry · Tagged love, Poetry
January 19, 2008
· Filed under Poetry · Tagged islam, jalaluddin rumi, Poetry, rumi
All day I think about it, then at night I say it.
Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?
I have no idea.
My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that,
And I intend to end up there.
This drunkenness began in some other tavern.
When I get back around to that place,
I’ll be completely sober. Meanwhile,
I’m like a bird from another continent, sitting in this aviary.
The day is coming when I fly off,
But who is it now in my ear who hears my voice?
Who says words with my mouth?
Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul?
I cannot stop asking.
If I could taste one sip of an answer,
I could break out of this prison for drunks.
I didn’t come here of my own accord, and I can’t leave that way.
Whoever brought me here will have to take me home.
This poetry. I never know what I’m going to say.
I don’t plan it.
When I’m outside the saying of it, I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.
We have a huge barrel of wine, but no cups.
That’s fine with us. Every morning
We glow and in the evening we glow again.
They say there’s no future for us. They’re right.
Which is fine with us.
(Sorry if you’ve seen this one already, but it’s an absolute favourite of mine)
January 14, 2008
· Filed under Life, Poetry · Tagged daily life, holidays, Poetry, school, the lack of holidays
So much better on holidays!
That’s why we only work when-
We need the money.
– [Jacqueline] Franz Ferdinand
Goodbye, holidays. I will forever mourn for you as I study at school. Today the rankings got announced. I only got the fifth rank. I’ve always been considered the first, or even at the lowest, second, since primary school up to junior high. Now that I’m back in Indonesia and am clueless about the school system my grades went down.
=(
Here is a short ode to the holidays. I don’t have even an inch of a poetic side in me, but hey, at least this is aesthetically appealing.
Ode to Holidays
You were only here for a while
Not forever, surely, but
I doubt I’ll see you
Any time soon.
To Holidays,
Ciao.
Adios.
Sayonara.
Das-vidania.
Selamat tinggal.
Auf wiedersehen.
And lastly, before
You get to go,
Good-bye.
For now.
Later.
=(
