Everything beyond words.

Tuesday, December 13, 2016

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Positive Ending

It does not make any sense sometimes,
to live in the reality,
and to live in the life He has designed for us.

"I thank God whenever I remember you,
and all my prayers are filled with joy."
Philippians 1:3-4

Is that also a reality?
Perhaps this would be more wonderful to live in.

Saturday, December 3, 2016

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Did I forget?

"I just wanna touch your soul. 
I just wanna love you when you are not here.
I just wanna hold you because I care.
I just wanna see you."

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Here I am writing this post in my deepest moment of blue.
I declared how tired I was, I am, and I am still.
Today is not a big day.

I am singing to the moon out there.
Hoping for another moon to come by and say hi.
Maybe it is not alone hanging in the sky.

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They say life is a wonderful journey of unexpected surprises.
I doubt it.
Some people there have set all of these to happen in their way.
What can I do now?
Helping none, yet miserable.

Imagining the world is a sugar ball.
Who am I to even dare to dream?
I hope not today. Perhaps tomorrow.

Tuesday, September 13, 2016

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Betrayal of Life

Room 801
September 13, 2016
01:46 a.m.

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I dragged my flip-table on my bed closer to me.
It may not be a certain assurance of what I am going to do.
Turning off my call, plugging into the charging hole.
Here I am to shout them out.

I am crazy enough to stand still and remain silent after all those things happened recently. Why should I be in this sort of circumstance?
Is there no other human in this earth that can bear with all of these?
I am fed up with all their hopes, all their words, and all their lies.

She was a girl who loved to laugh with those who love to write.
She is weird, isn't she?
Even when the life began to perish, she smiled.

Rain!
Rainfall!
I blew up everything that she used to have!
GET OUT OF MY WAY!
GET OUT OF HER WAY!
WHY ARE YOU NOT THE WHITE?
It is not racism. Not at all.

 I am glad she is here.


I dragged my flip-table even closer.
My chest hurts. My gut hurts.
Hard to breathe.

She hates the fact that there is a conspiracy between them.
It is not a 5 years-old game for those who are not smart enough.

It is a betrayal of life.
You stabbed her back. He stabbed her back. They stabbed her!
Now she is standing next to the door, bleeding continuously, and crying.
She is betrayed by everybody she used to smile to.

Thursday, July 7, 2016

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Am I not human as you?

Questioning about life.
Wondering about dream.

I started once a painter.
Then I moved to a voice.
Solo? Not sure.
Jumped off to follow rhythms and tempos.
Solo? Not sure.
Finally to play notes.
Solo? Not sure.
Currently stuck in writing lyrics.

In the midst of that flowing stream, people gave a touch on every of its edges. Watch out! Not too slippery this time. Do you mind? No, I am fine. The show must go on though. Well, let us start it all over again. Do.. re.. mi.. Jump!

You are no longer in that midst. Imagine a world of beautiful lanterns. Those lighting candles are around you. The girls who hold the candles keep on smiling. Not merely because of you though. Continue! Run!

You are no longer in the world of beautiful lanterns. Imagine a sea of thousands nemos. Finding one nemo is like finding nothing in nothing. Why should it be nemo? It can be others right? Nope. Just nemo. Blue nemo. Perhaps dory. Again, it is like a movie stuff. But it is fun. I have to laugh this time.

Oh, it is almost over. C'mon! Do not let yourself down!
Come home and sleep again.
Remember, you are human.
Really?

Monday, May 30, 2016

16.04.22
20.22
42
6
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A day to remember.
Some days to forget.

It was a time when the reality seemed to have multi-faces.
Frowning. Smiling. Laughing. Crying.
26 days spent with anger.
5 days spent with children.
5 days spent with friends.
2 days spent with nonsense.

38 days in total.
Memories have been drawn with joys.
Not so true though.
Colored them up with sadness.

She found the star that she is not white.
She is not blue or green.
She is transparent instead.
The unseen may cross her body.
Sneaking into the very deep of her.
Open up! Open up!
Struggling with the white.
Enjoying the night with the dark.

Getting choked up by those blue small creatures.
Falling down from the highest place.
She is dying.
She definitely is.
Yes, she is.

Yet.
Those children warmed her heart up.
There, her soul speaks up.

To the one singing without fakes.
A thousand butterflies stay inside you. One of them is pink. Your heart is as soft as that pink one. To learn from her past, you are very wise. May the wisdom of your kindness create a blank page in your life, that may only be filled by the right one. A time when she stole your time, she said, "sorry". A time when she stole your energy, she said, "calm down". A time when she has left the house, she said, "cheer up". She is not a good kid, isn't she?
 To the one singing without failures.
She drawn a pond beneath the house. A little thing hid inside it has been buried well. She died with it though. Building a wall for no one to pull you out. She may not find it easy to interact with you. She is afraid to get deeper. She hides next to the door, to see the light shining from your heart. You are humble, yes you are. Remember one thing. She whispered, "A song with a melody will never disappear from the bar, yet stay close to the writer of the song." A player acts the same as the writer though.

 To the one singing without tones.
A moment spent together with a laughter is the precious one ever. Getting to know someone that has been known around is a fortune. God planned it well. Not too many seconds are ticking on the clock. If she may asked something, then it will be, "To you, when the stars are staring at you, which one will you choose? The biggest one with some flakes on it? Or the smallest one with some diamonds on it? Or not even both? Or even both? Be careful."

To the one singing without voices.
Lame introduction, yet quite good. There is a land called bamboo. Nobody ever wonders why the name is so. However, people around called it so since the beginning of the time. Perhaps you do not want to name it bamboo though. Then, she asked you again, "Which one is better? A land without a name? Or a land with a name?" Not a good question probably. Yet, she prays for your good in choosing which one is better.

To the one ...
I do not cry. I do not lie. I do not smile. To the time that has passed away, she buried all in one place. Hoping that the place will vanish afterwards. Yet, fail. Epic fail. The place will always remain seen by the crowd. The crowd consists of a few people. Or probably just one person. Hope so. Created through every line with every single color, she is dying. She said, "Thank God".

Back again to you all.
She cannot be happier than these 38 days.
She is happy. She is grateful. She is sad.
May the house be the house it is used to be.

This is her #50 post and written while laying on her bed due to bad fever.
Thank you for the 38 days.

Sunday, May 29, 2016

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A life-time love.

Somebody asked me,

"Is it a temporary feeling?"
Staying next to the door. 
Waiting for a call from the other side of the door. 
Knock. knock. knocking from outside.

L.VE.
Created with huge feelings.
Expressed with laughs.
Covered with a thousand white lies.
Remembered with a song.

Are you okay?
Tears just fell from the edge of your heart.
Listen to them!
Cry them out loud!
Stop them!
Don't!

Hey! I am a smile.
Sitting next to the warm river.
Flowing down through the village.

Am I?
Am I the one?
Am I worthy enough to ask for it?
For a life-time love that will never come to me.
That will never say hi to me.
I want to stop hoping for it.
Nevertheless,
I am no one.

Goodbye.
See you another day.
Or maybe not.

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Have you ever known someone?

Have you ever known someone?

Someone who has a big heart.
Someone who spent a great time for his beloved one.
Someone who cared with her.
Someone who has never sincerely rejected her.

Have you ever known someone called "he"?

He lied when he said that he just did not care.
He lied when he spent a moment of happiness for others.
He lied when he laughed out loud in the midst of silence.
He lied when he said that he was okay.
He lied for himself. He lied for us.

Have you ever known someone?

Someone.
Someon.
Someo.
Some.
Som.
So.
S.
Next to S.

Friday, May 27, 2016

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It falls: another half.

There was a time when I went into the garden of life. I saw a lot of fruits inside a basket hidden behind the bushes. How could I see it? I did not know either. It was just a glimpse of mind thought at that moment.

There was a time when I got into a heavy car. I sat at the left side of the driver. I did not know who the driver was. I grabbed a bottle of coke behind my seat. Was it cold? Kind of. The driver sent me to a small town house. It was green and yellow. Just a combination of those two colors. Looked so weird, yet okay. I met the frustration, the king inside it. I set the time on the clock hanging on the wall It suddenly moved so fast to another day. Terrible! Horrible! I screamed out loud inside the house. Wanted to jump off the window. The window was shut by the king. I was going insane speaking to the wall. Was it alright? Yes, yes, no, yes, no.

There was a time when I visited a circus. Pinkish-blue perhaps. Nothing inside.

There was a time when I fell into a deep valley. A bit dark inside. Lights were still on. A guy screamed out loud. Not a guy. A lady perhaps with a pink dress on. No. I forgot. Nevermind.

Now it is the time for it to fall.
It falls.

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It falls.

I may have gotten into this kind of situation very often.
I could not write much.

It just falls.
After a moment of truth.
Begins to reveal itself.

To be continued.

Saturday, March 26, 2016

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I ain't writing for you.

At least not for a particular glance.

Every single word is merely an expression of my feeling that is unspoken to the world.
Some may say that I am outspoken.
However,
life does not have any absolute case, does it?
Well, Him only.
I created it for a reason like how they happened for reasons.
Not for you, definitely not.
Not for me, definitely not.
Not for them, definitely not.

You may interpret every word by your own.
One thing to bear in mind, however,
there is none to be blamed for it.

You may find no meaning behind it.
Two things to bear in mind, however,
a meaning will remain a meaning, and
a meaning is apparently what is in your mind.

You may mock the me after all.
Three things to bear in mind, however,
they
aren't
yours
.

Saturday, March 5, 2016

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Can a man be kind?

The most denial thought I have ever had in my mind, might not be the first thing in your life.
I have been lost in my own world for around six months without any small pieces to carry on with.
No cries for love, no tears for the broken heart.
No love, no heart.
Heartless.

I am living in a very moment of silence.
Despite of every nonsense they would say,
I collected all the memories within an untitled album.

Stretching an idea from the "Piece by Piece" by Kelly Clarkson,
I may be one of those fans who tried to flash back in time to find that piece.
It is miserable, isn't it?
Not my dad, not my mom, not my brother.

Even today, somebody came to my life. Playing around my joy, but he is just a playful guy.
I am sorry if that might not be true, however, I found that it would not be easy for me to fall.
This is just another guy who recently came to my life, two days ago.
I do not want to get it wrong. I do not want to fall either.
"Can a man be kind?"

I just confessed it that I am not afraid of falling in love.
I am not afraid of getting hurt.
I am just not ready yet to face how my life would be after it happens.
What changes should I face?
Another world?
Another time?
No.

Anyway, she had said to me that the problem is that I always try to get bound to them.
Not because of them.

Sunday, February 21, 2016

Coutersy: YouTube

You call me out upon the waters
The great unknown where feet may fail
And there I find You in the mystery
In oceans deep
My faith will stand

And I will call upon Your name
And keep my eyes above the waves
When ocean rise
My soul will rest in Your embrace
For I am Yours and You are mine

Your grace abounds in deepest waters
Your sovereign hand
Will be my guide
Where feet may fail and fear surrounds me
You've never failed and You won't start now

So I will call upon Your name
And keep my eyes above the waves
When oceans rise
My soul will rest in Your embrace
For I am Yours and You are mine

[6x]
Spirit lead me where my trust is without borders
Let me walk upon the waters
Wherever You would call me
Take me deeper than my feet could ever wander
And my faith will be made stronger
In the presence of my Savior

Oh, Jesus, you're my God!

I will call upon Your name
Keep my eyes above the waves
My soul will rest in Your embrace
I am Yours and You are mine

Source: www.azlyrics.com

Saturday, February 20, 2016

I have been getting through these months toughly. To be honest, there were a lot of unexpected moments that suddenly hit my mind harshly. Was it a reality? I have been wondering all day long to avoid the fact that I am just no one but a person who needs another one to care. 
Too pitiful, too pathetic, too sad, too miserable of me.

I once tried to find one who really understood my feeling. I said to him that she just looked like my very close friend that always understands how I am now. I also said to him that she is like the best one I have ever had. However, probably I am just too positive about it. She never thought so. Not even thinking of it now. She pissed me off last night with all the words that would have never been in my mind. Not even a single shot of flash.

She is good. She is true. She is absolutely correct.

I cannot be too dependent on someone like her. I am supposed to be someone that is able to live by myself. I must be someone who only cares to the world in one way that there would be no any reciprocal relationship between us. It is so true that the world is full of the deaf instead of the mute. Craving all day long, all night long, for nothing but a single understanding.

Perhaps that was the last time I could believe in someone after being ignored and distrusted because of a man, after being misunderstood, and after all the time that I have given to her. Perhaps others might say, "What are you doing? You have never been this dependent of someone else. You have never been this caring of someone else. You are different." Or now those questions may just turn their lead into a reversed moment.

Tomorrow...

I would like to care for myself and those who needs that. I have given too much to her that she reached the point in which she is no longer taking it as a serious affection. I know right. Too much will only remain me with nothing. I once made a wrong decision to go too far beyond what I did to others. Now I have to turn back to my old life. I have to respect myself that I can do this alone. Even when I looked at myself in that dark room, I saw myself alone. I did not see any other men beside me. Not even a single sister. Yes, I can do it right? I am just dreaming.

Professionally acting towards this condition is another option though. I should not tell her what she will face later. I should not warn her about the bad things. I should not treat her in a distinct way. She is just the same as others though. I cannot see that special affection from her anymore because after all, she just felt uncomfortable with me. So why should I?

It is easy, isn't it? No.

Not that easy to leave a person. I have one that I have been missing him for years. That person even still cares about me. Then, why should I care about this single person who does not even give a single care about me. I lost in my own optimistic mind that she is my sister. I think that is why God gave me no sister, but a brother. It is just as simple as a puzzle in which a small piece will not fit.

I merely found a nostalgia momentum which will only be gone through with a certain period of time in my life, leaving the deepest scar that would never be healed that easily. I am too tired for begging for a memory. I created this mess by myself. I carelessly turned myself into a sister. She is right. I would never be one for I am just no one but a person who needs another one to care.

Right?

Tuesday, January 26, 2016

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I hate her.

So probably this is why she does not like most girls.
She is having such a girly semester now, all lecturers are female.
Being ditched, being ignored, being mistakenly considered, being such an arrogant.
She yelled out to one of them yesterday, screamed like they do not exist. 
Her points might get lower this semester.

Yet, she will not give up.
Professionalism? I hate her.