Malam bulan dipagar bintang
“sentuh awan pantai timur di atas permaidani ajaib menunggang kuda magika balik ke graviti untuk hadiah istimewa daripada kawan baik yang jahat” kata aku
This may has nothing to do with you, and me too. But this is what life could mean at times you are unnoticed and well.
What happens to you at 4.23 in the morning?
How can you fuck that ass? They’re sloped
You’re sorry? Don’t make me say the cliché lines to you
Do you love this girl? Do you like her? Is this love? Is this romantic to you? Did you think this could make it to MTV? Are you in love with her? Am I walking to your one night stand?
Do you not love anymore?
Tell it now.
Tell it like you mean it.
Tell it to my face.
That what’s fucking just now was love and this fully dressed figure standing in front of you isn’t.
You know what happens if you cheat on me?
One. You break my heart
Two. You break your promises
Three. You may carry STDs
Four. You set me free
Five. You get to leave
Six. You gotta figure out if it was only sex or was it love
Seven. I might have to cry
Congratulations. You are among people
“Junk is not, like alcohol or weed, a means to increase enjoyment in life. Junk is not a kick. It is a way of life” – William S. Burroughs
Disappearing into a night
Night of destruction
the falling of an empire
the emperor’s new best friend
two bestie laughing at their quotes
random sayings of all time
“feelings are chemistry”
“fuck, I’m flying to Egypt”
“I have a black heart”
Time tells only time. Sometimes it tells a lie. Most of the time, it does not. Time is counted by one and chase after one another and has three generations; the past, the present, and the future. Time makes English. Time doesn’t tell colors and I can’t draw or paint or write it.
Time gets in the way of love
Love takes time
Time affects love
Love forgets about time
Time sets love apart
Love waits for time (o right one)
Time shapes the love
Love works around time
Time makes potential love look bad
Love needs time to heal
Time for love to go
Love doesn’t travel through time
Time makes lovers don’t collide
Love can’t wait any longer
Time brings love here
Keep disappearing into that night
one that has no name
Batman returns
while I, going out to get ice cream
with no panties on for temperament
empty wallets of our humanity
broken dreams of Congo
hidden monsters in closets unleashed
the east of the Chinese population
the end of the world
diversed thoughts of modern believers
the kamasutra of polygamy
the forsaken journeys of 12 blind men
the look of love
powerless force of supernatural education
my left side of the brain
disappearing into a night
calling someone ‘penipu’
watching a film with a poet
understanding a best friend’s love affair
then tell her it’s gonna be okay
loot at me
look at me real closely
you are great without him
with him you’re at number 2
the he calls you to say goodbye
from Scotland
and you say, “do you have any last words?”
disappearing into some nights
of adjusting
replacing
contemplating
demanding
giving
forgetting
longing
wondering
dreaming
my domestic vocabulary had run out
I read stories
What about you
She writes about me
at my diary
then return it to me
as a gift
disappearing into a musical night (please remember)
unseen night skies play peculiar notes of the higher power
where my immature voice would sound okay and the player on my brother’s computer is set to repeat mode
only the homeless can sing at night
do you wanna know why?
Because they don’t have a home
Hence, they search for beautifully trashed random shelters reciting
“malam bulan di pagar bintang, makin indah jika dipandang”
Oh! The moon…
The moon plays the keyboard, sometimes piano.
Disappearing into a night
of being you and being me
and not.
The not of you
The not of me
so that
this one right here can rhyme
you
me
night
not,
me
you
not
night,
night
me
you
not,
not
me
you
night.
Syukriya
(of India)
Truly,
Nina
