ojit hojit

6th page : september 2007

R U THERE SLEEPIN CHARMIN?!

STILL LIVIN IN REALITY…

HAVIN DREAM AFTER HARDDAY WORKIN,

MEANWHILE I’M HERE STILL TALKIN…

LIVIN IN MY FANTASY…

AWAKE AT NIGHT,

HEARING THE SOUND OF SILENCE,

PLEASE GIVE ME UR STRENGTH,

2 ARISE FROM MY DROWN,

2 FEEL THE HAND THAT KEEPS U AWAKE

RUNNING THE SAME ALL ROUTINIY….

MONDAY 07:45AM

HERE I AM…

SITTIN IN MY BATHROOM…

BRUSHIN MY TEETH,

WONDERING HOW BUSY U R MY FRIEND,

TELLIN U SOMEONE DOESN’T HAVE 2 BE IN LOVE…

2 BECOME A GREAT POET,

LIKE ME WHO DROWN…

IN MY OWN WEAKNESS,

AND NOONE CAN HELP ME EXCEPT MYSELF…

2 ARISE …

AND GET MYSELF BACK…

IN REALITY THAT ALWAYS BORED ME…

TUESDAY 02:38AM

HERE I AM…

AWAKE AT NIGHT….

STILL CRYIN FOR MY DROWN,

DARKNESS ACCOMPANIES ME TAKE OFF MY SHIELD…

THAT I AM AN UNDEFEATABLE MOUNTAIN…

TURNIN INTO A BROKEN VIRGINITY,

WHICH I REALISE THAT…

I’M FRAGILE AS TEARS ON UR SHIRT,

AND I AM THE ONLY ONE

WHO KNEW HOW FRAGILE I AM,

SOMEHOW I KNOW…

U R THERE MY GREAT POET…

FEEL PITY OF ME…

ARRANGING THOSE UNSPEAKABLE WORDS…

SAYIN HOW PATHETIC I AM….

THURSDAY 02:45AM

IN MY DROWN…

I FOUND THE BOTTOM OF MY OCEAN,

FEELIN THE COLD OF THE WATER,

SEARCHIN LIGHT IN THE DARKNESS,

SEEIN THE BEAUTY OF LONELINESS…

BY STEPPIN MY FEET ON THE BOTTOM,

I CAN KICK BACK…

AND FLY 2 WHERE LIGHT IS SEEN,

2 ARISE MYSELF …

AND GET MY FEET BACK…

ON THE SANDS OF REALITY…

FRIDAY 01:15AM

AND IF I DROWN AGAIN …

I’M WILLIN 2 FIND ANOTHER OCEAN,

FEELIN ANOTHER WATER,

SEEIN ANOTHER BEAUTY,

BEING LONELY IN THE DARKNESS,

2 FIND ANOTHER MUCH BETTER LIGHT…

-PANDORA BOX,2000-


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satrio sukarno

A friend called Joe


hey joe

I was born on friday

you know I only love the days of friday

like I loved you

cause my lucky only come on friday

that’s when I met you

and there was a time

I was so lonely

I remember the time…

It wasn’t friday

your smile made me so happy

I slept on your shoulder every friday

hey joe

I still remembering you

cause you’ll always be my lovely one

even you’ll hate me then

I visited your old house in arcticland in the winter

I sat on your chair by the fire

crashed my head to remember

caught a deer to surrender

cause I saw you in the summer

but I wont see you in the next year

hey joe

now, where are you?

did you lock up?!

at the sacred place?

even you said

you always bring your yellow script

so that you can always gone home

to see me and you said

you dont want to be lock dope

in their chains of doubt

dedicated to

my friend joe…

who was born on Friday n died on Saturday

-PANDORA BOX,3110′97-


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urbanus bajawatak

other page : dec 2001

I woke up on Saturday mornin

When the sun hasn’t showed hisself up

I breathed deeply…

N smell the freshness of the air…

Suddenly, my heart feelin blue…

Realise that I had lost…

Another color of my life

It was blue…

Blue which I’ve waited for this past four months

Blue which I really fave it

Blue which I really care about

Blue that really understands me

And Blue that’s always on my mind

Blue that this mornin had been sick

N blue that can only said: Can only lie on bed…

Who is blue?!

He is You!!!

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enjang rochmana

other page : august 2008

IF I COULD….

I WOULD TAKE YOU TO BE ONLY MINE….

I WOULD POISONING YOUR THOUGHTS…

I WOULD PUPPETTING YOUR MIND…

I WOULD BLIND YOUR EYES…

I WOULD FROZEN YOUR HEART…

JUST TO BE ANYTHING BUT NOT TO BE WITH HER…

OR EVEN REMEMBERING HER…

I WOULD BE YOUR SNOW QUEEN…

A FORM OF POSSESSION

BUT I COULD NOT…

I LIKE YOU TOO MUCH…

I LOVE YOU TOO MUCH…

I COULDN’T DESTROY SOMETHING PURE…

SOMETHING LOVELY… IT IS YOU.. DEFINITELY…

SOMETHING KIND… THAT YOU ARE TOO KIND…

SOMETHING NOBLE… OF WHAT YOU HAVE DONE..

I WOULD RATHER SEEING ME DYING…

THAN TO SEE YOU LONELY CRYING…

FOR NOT BEING WITH HER…

FOR CAN NOT LOVING HER

I WOULD GIVE YOU MY ALL…

AS ALWAYS GIVING MY WHOLE…

TO SEE MY LOVELY ONES’ HAPPINESS…

EVEN IF IT HAD TO BE MY SACRIFICES

A GREAT LOVE…

COMES WITH SACRIFICES…

FROM LOVERS OR EVEN OTHERS…

THAT WHAT MAKES WONDROUS LOVE

TO FLY TO HER…

TO BE WITH HER…

MY WINGS I WILL GIVE TO YOU…

JUST TO SEE THE LOVELY SMILE IN YOU

-MY THINGS OF LOVING FORM OF LIFE-

from : http://junkthought.blog.friendster.com/?p=65



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hasto nugroho

other page : july 2008



my serene lonely sunday… suddenly felt weird.. with a slight knock on my door.. a cute one like lovable kungfu panda… with eyes of desperation… a cousin of mine…

a hug like absent years.. kinda weird still me drown in his arms

‘kangen’… he kept saying that word… of what my dear cousin?!… an old friend of mine… my long long time ago playground mate.. where away yet a man nor yet a woman.. where U had 2 down on ur knees.. just 2 b a good tutor of my pees.. haha..

but u’re a man now with ur way 2 PhD… the word isn’t 2 propose me 2 play anymore.. but word of desperation… word of loneliness… word of nowhere in time… with warming act.. somehow I learned.. U fulfil ur needs of being nestled.. a basic man needs.. but never thought U’ll be on ur way 2 that serenity.. french kiss.. without feeling nor passion… simply fulfillment of curiosity..

I’m a writer not a sinner… a tiny experience wouldn’t do any harm.. kinda western yet european… U said.. ’sorry’… as I said so in my unwritten diary… some words are better left unspoken… much better written..

I’m alone not because I’m a lousy kisser.. I’m one of the bests u learned after.. it’s just.. I don’t think relationship is a one thing suit me… oh my dear cousin… so what’s this all about… there I am wondering what happened 2 u… U had ur desperation or it’s me who’s not being sane… then again… I ended up calling him.. my soulmate… my perfect lover… my punctual matey… on my serene lovely sunday….

from : http://junkthought.blog.friendster.com/?p=63



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ceceng surozul amal

4th page : july 2006

could not ever forgive myself if that knife cut your wrist,that night...

I could never breathed without your presence in this world

I could never force you for caring me,
if you do not care anymore about me,
cause a heart is free...

just live... and don't die... now
I sincerely let you be,
with your family,
with them who make you happy...

when you said you wanted to forget me
with the loyality to your excellency,
it is clear enough for me,
my time to go and left you be...

I would be happy enough
to breathe the same air
and I will always love you
keep your figure, your face,
your memories in my heart
cause I love you so much
my love of my life
my most dearest
my soulmate...

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handy sulaeman

2nd page : aug 2005

MY SWEET PRINCE… MY RIDDLE
A CHALLENGE OF COMPLICATION…
MIXED WITH TERDERNESS
YET IS DASHING… BUT ALSO IN A CHILDLIKE WAYS
MY ANGEL… MY ADORATION

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didit pratomo

1st page : july 2005

I REMEMBER I’D DO SUICIDE THE VINA
WHO LOVED YOU WITH ALL HER HEART AND SOUL
WHEN YOU LEFT AND TOOK AWAY
THE SOUL OF THE MAN WHO LOVED VINA SO BIG
JUST LIKE ROMEO WHEN HE LEFT JULIET
I CAN FEEL HER DESPERATION
HER PAIN OF LOVE
HER LONELINESS AMONG THE DEATHS
ESPECIALLY HER DEAD LOVER
THE PAIN WAS SO DEEP AND COLD
BUT I’M NOT JULIET ENOUGH
THE STUPID YOUNGSTER WHO ENDED HER OWN LIFE
KNOWING THERE’S NO ONE LEFT WHO LOVED HER THAT MUCH
BUT I’M THE SUN WHO GIVE THE PLANET’S SATELLITE LIGHTS
I DON’T NEED TO BE LOVED
BUT I’M THE ONE WHO GIVE LOVE
EVERY TORTURE,
EVERY LOSS OF PRIDE,
EVERY MADNESS,
EVERY FAILURE OF SUICIDE,
EVERY TEARDROP TILL THE EYES DRIED
MAKES ME EVEN ALIVE THAN DYING
IF I VANISHED WHAT WILL MY FAMILY’S WORLD WOULD BE

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