A Warrior

Well actually Im as crazy as a bitch.

But dont you know, a warrior have to act like a bitch.

Sometimes they bite the hands whose give them life-spent.

Sometimes a warrior have to kill a friend.

Sometimes they lost

and come back with a blood of innocent.

But in the end they fight for what they believed.

In the end they fight.

In the end they were not the one who will be call as a coward.

 

They can live with prosperity

Or die actually, but with proud.

Both of them awarded only to those who fighting for whoever they may believe, or whatever they may achieve. 

Which one do I will choose?

A path with a long winding road

Or a short trespassing path that will bring a sore?

Already told you I am as crazy as a bitch.

I've already bitchen.

And this is the path I've chosen.

I give up all friends,

Let them be a traitor.

I give up all love,

Let them be a motivator.

Then I walk. Walk this road alone. No light. No destination. But Im asure you I will find one.

One is enough.

Enough reason for me to be once again, A warrior of my own life.

Entfliehen

"Jetzt kanst du nicht entfliehen"1

Now you cant escape anymore

I tied you tight

Keep you right

Around my side

Then,

My guns all over your body

White fluids inside yours

Those wedding dress become as red as your eyes

When begging me for all over again

No, no, I lock that door. Hide my gun out of reach.

Maybe someday when we were older.

When we were wiser.

Now go back to your mother,

Cry out loud and said, "Mama, Ich bin schwanger."2

1 Now you cant escape anymore

2 Mom, Im pregnant

One Sentence and Death March

Just one sentence,

One sentence, and I hear my death march. 

"Sorry dear, Im gay."

A Baby

This is your baby, I said

You close your eyes, trying to understand

No, its not a baby, you convince me.

But this is your baby. I ain't gonna lie to you.

You shook your head.

Those arm-chair seems quite intimidating.

Honey, are you blind? Its not your baby. And it means, its not mine too.

Blind? You said Im blind?

But this is a baby! Our baby!

You grab my hands,

showing me whats inside those box.

 A doll.

His doll.

Its a doll of my dear son.

I look at you.

You swap your tears as fast as I can see.

"Let him rest, Sarah. Rest in peace.."

Stressful Phone

I hate my handphone

It keeps ringing
Ring-ding-ding, ring-ding-ding
Early in the morning

Someone's calling
Saying, "Deadline is tomorrow."

I really hate it, God

A text message come in
I am reading
"How come you said our relationship is not that interesting!?"

I dont really know why my phone keep doing things I dont like

Notifications beeping
My profile is full of people caring
On how I make my life messy and still can be very easy going

Ring-ding-ding
Again, a call from a number I cant remember
Dam-dam-tring
Again, a short messages sent to my phone

I ain't gonna answers
I ain't reads
I ain't gonna update anything

Im doing nothing

Except,
Keep writing about those fucking handphone!