"tidak ada keliru"

Malam ini 21 agustus 2011 lewat lagi satu hari bersama"mu" cinta mayaku.#sigh# buta sudah aku...semakin kuat hasrat ini...hasrat yang seharusnya tidak usah pernah ada,hasrat yang bisa membunuh kita.lagi lagi malam ini kita akhiri dengan "selamat bobo...mimpi indah" indahkah??I don't think so...mungkin sebenarnya yang ada adalah sebuah mimpi buruk yang semoga saja tidak pernah menjadi kenyataan.salahkah???kalo mau menyalahkan siapa dan siapa aku bingung?mau menyalahkan kamu?kenapa kamu lelaki dan perempuan sehingga kita bisa saling mencintai bodoh begini??kalo begitu salahkan ibu...karena dia yang melahirkan kita...#berbesarhati# tidak ada keliru,kita tidak pernah tahu apa yang akan terjadi..*ku belajar menerima segala anugerah sekaligus bencana ini...anugerah karena betapa bahagianya aku bisa mencintai dan dicintai seseorang sepertimu...bencana?karena semua akan menyalahkan kita tentang rasa ini aku berharap semua ini semu...cinta monyet belaka.

thank you

August 11,2011

Glory for this beautiful morning...for the beautiful sunshine that has shining bright my day...thanks for everything God...thanks for my life for all the people surround me and loving me...thanks for loving me everyday...

Everything is great

We shine into eternity...
Together, We are the oceans...
The air with the Sun tarnished....
To the Glistening from beneath...
Within the stars and moon unblemished....
Into this True Happiness...
For we don't require...
Wine, poems, and music...
To set our mood...
We are the harmony...
Within our own dance...
The unspoken words...
We express with only ...
Motions of our eyes...
Toward our lips, hands, and body...
Within the time...
When everything is right...
The our soft words...
I love you (The best...I ever had...)

You...and you....

In the winter, when you're away,
I imagine the world mourns with me.
The candy floss clouds turn dark in suspension,
The bus on Canal street runs late, and the milk sours seconds faster.
When ice grows on the oak, I do the things I can't when you're here.
I let the hair on my legs entwine, the soy sauce on my chin congeal.
I watch Oprah and sob, sing Abba with my mouth full.
On Christmas day, the only stockings I see are wrapped in gaudy paper,
A present from someone to wear as I eat my radioactive meal for one.
And then suddenly it's spring, the world rises groggily from slumber,
And finds me shaved and scrubbed and scented.
The house dusted, the cushions laid on the couch in order of shade.
Everything ready so I can tell you I didn't even notice you were gone