Peramu Jiwa

 It’s a little bird that flies within the stormy cloudImitating the others, showing its proud, aloud.Crossing the territory,It’s drowning in the sea,Can’t swim, it has no beam.Its wings get wetTrying hard to breathUsing its amuletTo avoid its death. “Now, it’s time to sleep, Buddy!”It hears someone murmuring,No, it doesn’t want to sleep, “drain my body!”Flapping its wings, it turns into a fascinating bird, singing.Its friends are surprised by its new transformationNo one expects it would

 I’m in a rushSuffocating every breath to be hush.Clinging on the limitation,Conjoining with hallucination.Addicted to exhaustion. Tick-tockTick-tockThat’s the moan of the clock.Being murdered by the talkOf the solicitude and the balk. I’m hungryChewing my own bodyDrinking my own salivary of worry.I know, it’s kind of farcical.Yet it makes me jovial, go along with this circle.

 She was a little.Played along with the rain,Recited a spell in the jungle.Like the whistle of the train,rang forward without any pain. Just turning 15.A lot of things had been seen.Entering the empire of misery,Letting them in to break the mystery.Dang! They’re only temporary! Her scent,Her presence,Creeping down to the sand. TrickleWrinkleSpread by broken bonesHeld by empty cones.

 It’s insane knowing how terrible myself to be;Struggling against what it should be.No. Not about the brown walls around me.Neither  a shout I barely to see.Ah, a bunch of sins I can no longer to burry. Thousand of words mumbling under the tea;Leaving footprints to follow,Leading me to the symphony,Flying within the shadow. What the heck! My face collapsed instantly;As hollow of sorrow breaks the melody. A plastic bag giggling and shaking.It’s cold like the wind beneath

“Sebab bagiku kau adalah kumpulan partikel asa yang selalu ku coba tuk realisasikan.” “Dusta. Kau memang pandai merangkai kata. Namun, satu hal yang harus kau tau, aku bukanlah asa  yang selama ini kau dambakan, aku adalah potongan kekecewaan yang siap menghujam saat kau lengah.” Ucapmu, sembari menatapku sayu.“Pun aku, akan ada probabilitas di mana kita akan saling mengecewakan, namun aku—”“Sudahlah, berulang kali ku katakan padamu, mencintaiku tidak semudah yang kau bayangkan. Terlalu sering batinmu meronta

di langit-langit tempurung kepalaku terbit silau cahayamu dalam intiku kau terbenam Potongan sajak kecil milik Sapardi, yang selalu kau hembuskan dalam setiap katamu, menjadi medium pembicaraanku dengan semesta malam ini. Menggelitik, bukan? Bagaimana aku menggunakan magismu untuk menembus sekat-sekat fatamorgana yang bahkan belum pernah terjamah sebelumnya. Katamu, tidak akan sanggup  batinku mengemban asa dan rasa yang berakar dari kemuslihatan. Sebongkah probabilitas yang kupinta pun enggan kau berikan. Sebegitu hinakah aku? Hingga sampai hati

I got a scar shot by a gigantic star. Keeping this flaw As deeper as it can claw. Getting numb, Getting dumb. Scratching the tears, Repeating for years. My heart is aching. My brain stops working. I’m dying for an hour, For glaring the famishment, Tasting bitter and sour. You cannot tell, Whether I’m on the hill or in hell. Since it’d be the same Since it’d be the same. I’m bleeding, I’m