in between

is it me..

or you..

in between

is it he

or you

in between

is it me 

or you 

is the wall

or the wall

is between me and you

PLEASE STAY THE SAME

I hope you won't change

Cause you are so sweet
so romantic

I hope you won't change

cause you are more dilligent
more active than me

I hope you won't change

each time you touch me , you touch me gently
each time you busy , you always spare your time for me

I hope you won't change

cause when I am angry, you can turn me become happy
and when I cry, you huge me tight .. so deep

I hope you won't change
cause you make me feel that I am your 1st priority.. 

see with no eye

I could look him without my own eyes

I could see him without any lighting

When I meet him , the clock freezes like an ice

when I touch him, my hand  feels nothing

then I realize

that I am only dreaming

If You Forget Me by Pablo Neruda

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.

My review:

Gue suka ma puisi ini, karena puisi ini bisa di artikan sebagai puisi tentang conditional love atau cinta bersyarat..,,cinta yang ngak cengeng hehehehe
terlalu banyak puisi yang mngutarakan,, sisi keabadian cinta yang pada kenyataannya sekarang ini cinta itu belum tentu akan abadi dan mnyatu.,., jarang ada puisi yang menggambarkan efek dari luka yang ditinggalkan oleh cinta itu sendiri seperti puisi ini..
Dan menurut gue, puisi ini tentang pride seorang pria yang akan tetap move on dan tidak berlama - lama stuck dalam bayangan wanita yang dicintainya.

Jadi, ketika cinta sudah tidak saling memberi lagi, ketika cinta yang kita harapkan sudah tidak datang lagi,
it's time to say goodbye easily...
karena hidup harus tetap berjalan , dan perasaan harus tetap terjaga seperti sebelum perasaan itu tersakiti.

FIRE

Something is made you mad
two things clash in your own head
feeling wins everything ahead
thinking just seems to be fade

When you feel that
you also feel sad
because you sad
you'r become more mad

But if you know nothing can you get
Because madness only drawn you to something more bad

So, this is what I said
Like a fire you need water to relax

A single Rose at Jasmine park

Human is like  flowers
who has its own colour
needs time to grow
needs space to live
needs care to survive

Society is like a park
with different kind of flower

But this park is unusual

On your left you can see a single of red , strong, tough flower
with her thorn she shows her power
with her colour she shows boldness
she seems proud and arrogant
but dont just look her when her crown has blossomed
Look when she is withered
She looks so weak


On your right you can see a dozen of them
looking nice
their face as white as snow
innocent
fear to be on the spot
but every one like them
 cause her smelt is always nice
and makes you looking for them when she has blossomed

The Rose and Jasmines are be friend of each other,
but when butterflies come
no one will give another a change to be kissed by it

a single rose or jasmine is beautiful
but when the rose and jasmine randomly together,
it wont look nice as
if the jasmines with the roses side by side
separated by a thin path

And I wonder, Am I a rose who is grown in the land of jasmine?