Milly and Sora(TC)

A friend is like a flower,
a rose to be exact,
atau maybe like a brand new gate
that never comes unlatched.
A friend is like an owl,
both beautiful and wise.
atau perhaps a friend is like a ghost,
whose spirit never dies.
A friend is like a jantung that goes
strong until the end.
Where would we be in this world
if we didn't have a friend.

Forever Friends!

you'r my friend and that is true,
but the gift was diberikan from me to you.
we went thru moments that were good and bad,
even moments that were happy and sad.
anda suported me when i was in tears,
we stuck together when we were in fear,

its really sad that it had to be this way,
but it has reached its very last day.
miles away cant keep us apart,
'cause you'll always be in my heart.

The room is dark it smells like gasoline. How did I get here? And where is here? Foot steps near, loud, and hard. It seems like they're pounding with my heart. Thump, stomp, thump, stomp! I'm so scared,whats going on? I hear a door slide open then a light comes on. I feel like I'm going blind. The foot steps are coming closer this man appears in front of me. He's old and grungy it looks like he works with grease cause hes covered in it. He smiles then he stops and stares at me. I want to scream but, I can't the taste of gas and dirt, fills my lungs. My mouths tied with something. He turns his attention to something behind him, he picks it up. He then turns around and shows it to me. It's a knife, the biggest pisau I've ever seen. He puts it to my throat and in those mere detik I knew I was going to die.
I hit the floor and I awake it was just a dream. Thank God, it was just a dream.

hello everyone! this is a collection of haikus i wrote for a creative menulis class awhile yang lalu that i've been thinking of reworking, so i thought i'd get some feedback. let me know what anda think :)

on winter mornings
we wake to cold sharp scent of
freshly fallen snow

sunlight glints through trees
no heady summer breeze just
cool and crisp and clean

we dance through the white
(the mist parting like a veil)
snow stained with laughter

reaching for your warmth
i smile at anda and wonder
how anda smell in spring

Ok, I just came up with this, so its quite unworked if anda know what I mean. I figure, I should get it out there and off my chest before I change my mind about a thousand times and this way, your criticisms should (hopefully) help me to ubah it. Also, I havent thought of a title, so if anda can think of a suitible one I'd cinta to hear it. ok, be honest:

Hidden words drip
From tooth to tooth
Edging closer, closer.

Lips sealed shut. Trapped.
menit gaps are found
Oozing through as water.

Rolling down chin,
Picking up pace,
Growing, Changing, evolve

It drops from brink.
Falling, speeding
Splash! and the ripples grow.

My Life

Eat
Sleep
Repeat
Don't feel
Don’t love
Those bring pain
Don’t feel, don’t cinta they say
Pain comes, and pain is feared
But I already feel pain



cinta is Like a Butterfly

I heard a saying once.
That cinta is like a butterfly.
Hold it too close and you'll crush it.
Hold it too lose and it'll fly away.


I have lost my cinta this way.
If only I knew about it before.
But things happen for a reason.
That philosophy will never change.


My cinta is still out there.
So I will take my net and catch him.
Even if it takes,
One hundred years.



Empty

Can't Feel
Can't Love
Can't Cry
Can't Sing
Can't Speak
Can't Touch
When You've Been Hurt So Bad,
anda don't feel at all.


Blackness

What eats away space?
What makes anda think of pain?
What takes place of light?
What always takes place of fights?
What makes people cry?
What is a mark of death?
Dark I say.
Blackness