Friday, December 11, 2009


the weeping sky no longer blue
my world's in need of simple bliss
: a lover's touch, or tender kiss
to spark a light for brighter hue

i long to rest my weary head
too heavy with the muddy doubt
this inner flame is burning out
dying slowly with the tears i've shed

farewell to all who loved me well
i'm going home —
i'm going home,
i'm slipping back into my shell.

30 july 2008 ; 21.44

Tuesday, December 08, 2009


rumah itu mungil, tepat di tikungan
bisikku padamu, itulah tempat kita berdiam
: sejenak menikmati malam
bisikmu padaku, akan kita isi ruangruangnya
: dengan jutaan harapan

rumah itu masih ada, tepat di tikungan
— hingga sekarang.

28 februari 2008 ; 19.24


could love be measured
in the kilobytes of pleasure?

be weary when you're smothered
by a sudden wild-cyber-rapture.

3 february 2008 ; 22.48