Silence

I've never felt this lonely before

Everyone seems busy with his/her own activities

Where are my families?

They are there reaching their goals.

I've never felt this lonely before

I have no activities to be busy with

Where are my friends?

They are there catching their dreams.

I've never felt this lonely before

Everyone is talking to one another

Everyone is interacting with each other

Everyone is there living their life.

I've never felt this lonely before

I'm talking to the voice in my head

I'm interacting with the sound coming from my heart

I'm here trapped in silence

I've never felt this lonely before

No one's there

Nothing's there

There's only silence to live with, silently.

For Crying Out Loud

For Crying Out Loud - Meatloaf

For taking in the rain when I'm feelin' so dry

For giving me the answers when I'm asking you why 

My oh my for that I thank you  

For takin' in the sun when I'm feelin' so cold

For givin' me a child when my body is old

Don't you know for that I need you 

For comin' to my room when you know I'm alone

For findin' me a highway and drivin' me home  

You gotta know for that I serve you  

For pullin' me away when I'm startin' to fall 

For revivin' me up when I'm startin' to stall  

And all in all for that I want you

   

For taking and for giving and for playing the game  

For praying for my future in the days that remain  

Oh lord for that I hold you 

Ah but most of all 

For cryin' out loud  

For that I love you

When you're crying out loud  

You know I love you

In This Strange Labyrinth

In This Strange Labyrinth - Lady Mary Wroth

In this strange Labyrinth how shall I turn,
Ways are on all sides while the way I miss:
If to the right hand, there, in love I burn,
Let me go forward, therein danger is.
If to the left, suspicion hinders bliss;
Let me turn back, shame cries I ought return:
Nor faint, though crosses my fortunes kiss,
Stand still is harder, although sure to mourn.
Thus let me take the right, or left-hand way,
Go forward, or stand still, or back retire:
I must these doubts endure without allay
Or help, but travel find for my best hire.
Yet that which most my troubled sense doth move,
Is to leave all, and take the thread of Love.

This poem is my favorite poem ever. Lady Mary Wroth composed it beautifully by using sophisticated words which can be interpreted in more than one way. Every person can have different interpretations of this poem. For me, the word 'Labyrinth' is a metaphor of life. Life has many directions, life has many choices, life has many complicated ways just like a labyrinth has. Those directions, choices, and ways that are offered by life have their own consequences. The consequences can be either good or bad. Hence, this is our own job as a human who has a brain to think and an intuition to feel to choose which way we will take. Because life is all about choices and those choices are complicated which sometimes offer obstacles. If we chose a wrong way, we would be trapped and couldn't find a way out from this labyrinth. In this stage, we would face a problem and our strengths would be tested. What would we do? Of course thinking, finding another way out and solving the problem not running away from it, we have to conquer this labyrinth. But what if after a long time we couldn't find a way out? Would we give up? It all depends on how tough ourselves are. But for me, all we have to do is stepping forward and facing all consequences even the way out is hard enough, really hard, super hard to be found and passed. We might find wrong ways for billion times but don't ever lose our faith that we will find the right way, eventually. Because God will always lead our ways, and all depends to our attitudes, if we listen to Him we will be save from this labyrinth and if we don't we're gonna be trapped there forever.

You = Resolution

You: the answer of a weird feeling inside my heart that feels like somebody pinches it hard and makes me delve into a strange world. 

You: the stupid thought of my mind that I always question about, I constantly dream of, I repeatedly imagine of, I regularly wish for. 

You: the problem that always delays me to wake up, hinders me to move on, deters my life for going on, and frightens me to let someone else come. 

You: Whether you help yourself to forget my mistakes or help myself to forget every single thing of you, you are the resolution. 

You: Whether you want to finish this story with a happy ending, a sad ending or even an unending ending, you are still the resolution. 

You: Just let this complicated plot be solved, the readers are tired moreover the characters, you will always be the resolution...

Beautiful Marriage: When You Wake Up beside Him

Isn't it lovely? Waking up in the morning and then falling in love with the same person again and all over again for the rest of your life? 

When you open your eyes, the first person you see is him. He is still sleeping while embracing your waist. And oops he's snoring quite loud. It's okay, you still love him.

Though his face in the morning is the ugliest face that he has. He with his messy hair, swollen cheeks, unshaven mustache/beard (but not bushy), and smelly drool is still adorable.

You just can't do anything to resist him, you just can't control your own feeling for falling even deeper for him, and you just can't refuse the temptation that is given by him unintentionally.

He has his own magic, he has his personal spell, he's got you under his skin. 

All you can do is staring at him, smiling, and secretly pecking his lips repeatedly. 

And when he opens his eyes slowly because he feels something wet on his lips, you quickly close your eyes pretending that you are still sleeping. He knows it, smiles, and takes a revenge on your lips.

You laugh and playfully hit his arm. He laughs with you and whispers you a good morning with his husky morning-voice sending a chill down your spine.

What a pleasing morning. It only happens once in a day, that's why morning is worth waiting for.

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What's unique is …..

What's unique is the way you breathe; you take away my sadness and blow relaxing breath to me that sends pleasure to my nerve then flows massively in my blood. Tell me, how can my heart stop pounding when you are around?

What's unique is the way you stare at me; all people for sure can see me with pairs of eyes of them. But, only yours that can comfort me with totally complete warmness yet ironically make me breathless. Tell me, how can my knees not tremble every time our eyes meet?

What's unique is the way you step your feet; you can leave trails on the ground that always tease me to follow them either to good ways or bad ways. Tell me, how can my eyes stop following your moves?

What's unique is the way you play your fingers; you can make my world full with happiness just by filling emptiness between my fingers with yours. Your delicate fingers really fit in with mine. Tell me, how can my hands not treasure the warmth of yours?

What's unique is the way you use your voice; you sing, you laugh, you joke, you are mad, or you groan, your voice is the most harmonious melody. Tell me, how can my ears pass the day without hearing the most enchanting sound that ever exists?

What's unique is the way you smile; it not only appears on my very eyes, but also when the darkness closes my eyes. Tell me, how can my lips not make curves on their tips instantly at the moment you form your delightful face?

What's unique is you. Tell me, how can I’m not addicted to you? Tell me, how can I’m not so into you? Tell me, how can I not love you? 

Running in a Circle

We both started on the starting line with throbbing drumbeat on our hearts,

Immediately, you ran so fast and did all the casts,

I didn't know how to start moreover how to react,

You ran so fast and decided to depart.

            You ran too fast and finished the first lap,

            The spectators shouted to waken me up from my nap,

            I wanted to chase you but I lost my way since you brought the track’s map,

            You overlapped me and were so close with the victory lap.

Now, both of us are on the final lap,

I just realized how precious this race is and start to flap,

So that I can reduce our big gap,

My hard attempt to reach you makes all the spectators clap.

But, everything seems too late since I couldn't be earlier to wake up,

Would you mind to turn around and pick me up?

We can reach the finish line and together bound,

Unfortunately, you still think that I’m not the real one and only see me as a mock up,

Furthermore, you put and throw myself on the rebound.

Then, you run with another, the one who makes you fall into step,

When running with her, you must watch your footsteps,

Don’t stumble to the ground or do a misstep,

Because I am here alone and left behind,

I won't be there anymore to help you since I am an unkind.

Though I lost the game, I still feel like running in a circle,

No matter how far I have run,

No matter how long you have gone,

I will always go back to the starting point,

To the point where this feeling started and grew bigger as I run around it. 

And it keeps going like that,

And so on,

And so forth,

Because… circle doesn't have a finish line,

Hence, I still don’t know whether this feeling could be finished or not.

A Letter to Love

Dear love,

Are you an angel or a devil?

Sometimes you are too good to me as an angel,

You make my mind flourish as flowers,

You make my heart pound as parades of marching band,

You make my eyes smile as morning welcoming its sunshine.

           

Love, at the other times you are very cruel like a devil,

Who comes from hell and digs holes in my soul.

            You make my mind hover haphazardly,

            You make my heart electrocuted extensively,

            You make tears stream down from my eyes stealthily.

Love, so many stories present you as the main actor.

They say you always create cheerfulness to the spectators,

But, why do you deliver destructiveness to me?

Sending sufferings of the dying into my life,

Bringing betrayal of my trust over and over again.

           

Love, you are like my lord, whom I must obey,

You treat me as your doll becoming what you want,

You never give me an approving nod to act just the way I do,

I know I’m not a perfect girl as you always look for,

I’m not pretty enough, even my hair never stay in its line.

Love, you say I’m your little sweet lily,

The sweetest one that ever grew in your heart.

Though I’m not as wonderful as the other flowers,

You promise to water me forever so that I can be blossoming,

But the truth is, you went with your beautiful roses and I faded away.

Love, I always imagine that my life is a fairytale,

I will be a pathetic princess who always looks for you as my prince,

My prince who will come with a white horse and rescue me from a dragon,

My prince who will climb the tower and save me with his sword,

But until the last chapter of the story, you never came and I was burnt in there.

Love, I realized the fact of my life is different from fiction,

The plot is more complicated and doesn't have any resolutions,

It doesn't give pleasure and never has a happy ending.

But, no matter how hurt the pain you've caused is,

My feeling will never regret to fall for you all over again,

Even though I knew, I know, and will always know that you will never be there to catch me when I fall.

                                                                                                                        Yours Sincerely,

                                                                                                                        Me