Demonstrasi



Dan rasanya, membangkang itu bagai bebas dari jerat. Bagai lepas dari borgol yang mengikat.
Tanpa paksaan, tanpa permintaan, membangkang itu kesenangan.
Tidak berbekas, tidak berwujud tapi aku ketagihan.
Pembangkangan itu bagai sulut api yang siap membakar wajahmu yang hina.
Aku sulut api yang siap membunuhmu, mengobarkan api amarahku tepat di wajahmu.
Tepat membumi-hanguskan ego anjingmu.
Membuat abu keluh-kesah keparatmu.

Dan rasanya mati rasa, saat bernapas cepat menahan napsuku
untuk menampar kembali semua janji yang diucap dalam bisu,
untuk melontarkan lagi uap mendidih toleransiku
atas ke-anjinganmu
atas ke-membabi-butaanmu atas aku
yang tidak mau tahu
bagaimanapun
pembangkangan harus hidup
di atas penindasan atas mimpi, angan, dan pengharapan.

Tidak ada cinta yang hina.
Aku yang membuatnya.

Inhale



I promised you to walk through many miles
But in the middle of the road you changed direction
and you changed your place to stay
I promised you I’ll be your dearest home to stay
Shelter to share, shelter of your own world
With no harm I approached you; with no-shit care I retouch your burning bones
But baby now we’re disappear into wild dust tornado
I couldn’t help it

Fire Show



Droplets of disappointment and small bit of rage
were enough to shoot catastrophe to you
to abruptly avoid complete entry of your inexplicable love
to immediately shut you insensate system of hugging me

I yielded
to send you massive message of
close desire to separate
to send you repetitive post of
bleeding passion to apart

So please don’t bother now
to erase those sparks
to vanish those blinking feelings

I will always be here
waiting
for another attack
of your irregular flak
I am here
Ready for an ambush

This is You



This is the endless fight
Where you cannot stand with anybody's but your feet
When you cannot have a crush to high-recommended new bloke
After you just lost your sharp instinct on lacing bid

Piano playing and flute and triangle
sounded good when you're crying
Sobbing and gasping and aching
never felt nice before you're ended like shit

We're dumped
We're frightened by our self making delusion

Now I am typing
this imaginable languish in my lack of knowledge to heal wound

I am typing
So you'll read and narrow your eyes

"Does this happen? Does this important?"

I raped by my endless fighting, fighting myself.
From your repugnance
From your envy
From your stupid reason to tear me up to shred

In the end,
I will still type
I will let you know how those feelings build me
I will let you know
I'll stand
Stronger
Impregnable solid human being

Tidak Ada Pelukan di Tangisku



Jika saja aku bisa meminta
tanpa balasan banyak kata
semuanya tidak menjadi bodoh dan angkuh
seperti awal mula.

Yang ada hanya refleksi emosi
dan kekakuan logika.

Hatiku kotor akan itu.