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Day by day, sight by sight.
World might love me, or maybe not?

I wonder if things could change in time.
I wonder if time would promise me to change those things.

Keep drawing pictures.
And I start to wonder where would I stuff them?

Shades have become my friends.
Sorrow comes, faith disappears, happiness fades.

But they always come again, circling in both dreams and reality.
I won't love the sunshine as you may do.

But I still survive within my days.
Those which I've grabbed both tightly and loosely.

Maybe I won't have to thrive anymore.
Or maybe I'll have to thrive forever.

Monday Oct 19, 2009, 11:11 PM

Bukan Besok

Bukan besok bukan berarti hari ini
Bukan besok bukan berarti kemarin
Bukan besok belum tentu nanti
Bukan besok belum tentu tadi

Aku menulis bukan untukmu,
melainkan untuk seorang teman.
Ia menghormatiku,
lebih dari aku menghormatimu.

Dunia memang tidak selalu indah,
tapi juga tidak selalu buruk, bukan?
Walaupun kita disini, sekarang berkawan.
Bukanlah tidak mungkin, besok menjadi lawan.

Dan meskipun ini bukan surat,
aku selalu membuat puisi laksana sebuah surat.
Tetapi maknanya berbeda untuk setiap mata,
dan karena itu, kutahu maknanya untukmu.

Maka, jangan mengkhawatirkan cinta,
karena cinta selalu bersamamu.
Jangan pernah takut,
kalau itu memang untuk semua orang.

Kuharap surat ini sampai padamu,
karena memang hanya kamu yang menunggu.
Tak perlu kusebut kapan,
bukan besok, mungkin hari ini.

Maafkan aku apabila surat ini terlalu pendek.

Sadar

Langit membentangkan indahmu
Selalu kupandang dirimu
Tak pernah kulupa tindakanmu
Ku tak rela melepasmu

Lalu kau buang diriku
Kau campakkan cintaku
Aku merenung 'tuk lupakanmu
Apakah itu maumu?

Namun kusadar semua salahku
Memang kau lakukan itu untukku
Terima kasih, telah menyadarkanku.
Cintaku yang hilang dan berlalu.

Putus Asa

Kulihat mereka berusaha
mengejar mimpi, menggapai asa
bukan surga bukan neraka
tapi hidup di dunia

Biarlah aku lalai,
Yang kucari bukan nilai
Walau jadi ilmuwan tak sampai
Untung kubelum jadi keledai

Dan maafkanlah egoku
Mungkin aku takkan laku
Dalam seni akupun kaku
Namun ingatlah usahaku

Prophecy III

And so it rains again,
as I just remember my last visit to Hell.

There was an incident I read,
and that just explains all.

Time is just an illusion,
and we are physically trapped within.

So I learned,
I lack the ability to calculate these scales.

The scales of time,
which differ in every dimension.

And I know,
As I watch over it,
I can assure that I'm not what the prophecies tell.
Because I feel the occurrence.

She told me, it has happened.
while for me, it is just about to happen.

Doa, Dimension Wanderer

Prophecy II

I only record what you can predict.
But know, this isn't one.

We can't stop what's already done.
But there lies the unpredictable one.

If all prophecies were to be true,
then this would be the last one.

And I won't know what else to write,
because he's the one to decide.

Know this fact,
that God has chosen him to repair worlds
or to destroy them completely,
I can't precisely say.

So here I end my prophecies.

Farghaun, Hierophant of Totemor

Prophecy I

But not every prophecy comes forth,
my blood and soul knows.
The time will perish,
and we'll still have to waste it.

A warrior will come,
no, none of us.
But know, how shameful you are.
how restless the truth twirls.

I can't predict more than what has to be.
One legend will speak.
Open your eyes,
this is not a war.

Forget your eyes of hatred.
The warrior thrives,
along with the banished love.
Repair our world, they would.

Queen Izela IV of Tla'rsyc