The Tale of The Pigeon's BFF

copyrighted by : Copyproof

My life is spinning on a single street.

A Road that has a desire, a desire to impose, and a desire to create.

But my life has always been under the shadow of you.

That looks much brighter.

Who always seemed more interesting,

Pigeons.



But I'm happy to spin on that road of mine

Which is not much brighter.

And is under the shadow of you.

That road which did not seem more attractive.

Mine-

-Ugly duckling.
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What Is So Bad About Honesty

....so most people prefer a lie?

A friend once told me that most people consider me "bad guy" because I was too honest in expressing my head. And so I asked him : what is so wrong about telling the truth? and he said that there was nothing wrong in saying honesty, it's just that I should sweeten the way I'm delivering it.    - Well..Should I?

What do you think honesty means? To say something without being added or subtracted, is it not? If it's being sweetened, can it still be called the truth?

Well.. They can call me evil.. But that is my principle. I won't tell lies. And if they're not okay with that, then they should have told me in person. I'm okay with that. And anyway, I dont tell if they dont ask, right?

Those also people that did not even bother to try to know me, but they bother to say that I am evil. How did they know? How could they tell who I am if we barely talk to each other? Those kind of people, those that did not wanna be friend with me, They just have no clue how good a friend I am. lol

The Between Life and Death

I made this blog, because I want to pour my personal thoughts into words.
I want to talk about things that I think is right, wrong, dislocated, or misjudged.

A few nights ago, I saw an old lady looking anxious as she tried to cross the street with her husband. I was with my mom, inside our moving car, as they tried to cross the street. They tried hard, full of doubt because their age has blurred their sight.

Seeing them that night, suddenly made me thought about my life. Someday, if my age is not the short one, I'll be old, just like them. People I know will be gone. One by one. Bringing every tears I cried for them, and every memories I'll try to hold. My grandparents, my dad, my mom, my brothers and sisters, and then me. Everyone will die. And the list does not always go that way. I could be the first one to die. It could be anyone. It could be tomorrow.
I imagine how I'll feel if my mom's gone. And I feel teribly sad just thinking about it.

Sometimes I feel unhappy about my life. My mom and I, sometimes we fought. We are not always get along with each other. If I think carefully, I've treated her badly. She has worked so hard to keep me breath. She'll do everything to give me a good life. And I haven't given her anything. I haven't done anything to please her.

I think... I will love anyone like I won't have any tomorrow. I will treat people in every good ways possible. I will do things that make them happy. I will tell them how much I love them like I won't have any other chance to say it. I will make my life worth living. I don't want to be a typical creature that live and then die without leaving any goods to Earth. I dont want my life being a waste. I want people to remember me as someone good, as someone that means a lot. My life will mean something. My dead will be remembered.

I'll try my hardest to make it happen!! I'll be a better person everyday. I will be usefull! My life will be usefull! I'll be a better me each day. I'll be a great person.

The Earliest Bird

The early bird set out for the worm,

but stumbled into a dragon instead.

Now it soars on borrowed wings,

wondering why it ever aimed so small.

Opera

Banyak hal sukar aku cerna,
Kamu salah satunya.

Bagaimana bisa dengan mudahnya
Lisanmu melontarkan dusta
Tentang cinta yang untukku menyala?

Bagaimana bisa dengan lenturnya
Hatimu mengganda
Acuh dan sepelekan hikayat kita?

Lorong sepi pangkal semua ini
Pasti bertanya hal yang sama,
Kenapa memintaku berjalan beriringan
Kalau kau sendiri yang menyilangkan?

Terima kasih,
Telah meloloskanku
Dari lakon buruk.
Biar dia saja yang menikmati
Kepalsuanmu yang menyesatkan.

The Fool

Hei kamu!
Sesungguhnya aku tau kamu rindu
Pada cintaku yang berlebihan,
Pada rupaku yang menyilaukan.

Sesungguhnya aku tau kamu berawai
Karena kebohonganmu hanya
Memberimu wanita biasa-biasa saja.

Sesungguhnya aku tau kamu berhasrat
Masa lalu bisa kembali
Agar kamu menggenggam tanganku
Yang berlari pergi.

Tapi maaf saja
Untukku kamu hanya barang rongsok.

Silakan enyah karena aku tidak lagi butuh
Laki-laki yang dengan mudah menukar cinta
Atau dengan sukarela bersembunyi
Di balik pretensi

Hei kamu!
Kulambaikan tanganku
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Jauh pergi.