Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Saturday, August 23, 2014
Friday, April 4, 2014
your voice
your voice is like the times,
when the electricity went out...
I don't wanna get up
nor doin somethin significant,
just stay in the dark
with the company of candle lights,
a cup of joe would be nice
with bunch of cigars...
your voice is like
the endless conversation
about past present future,
of a lifetime..
even mom's there talking for hours,
I wouldn't mind,
I will listen,
always...
I don't want the lights go back on,
my life would be like.. have to move on,
with works and edgy brainwaves,
so let me stay in the dark,
with your voice as my guide,
hear it on my ear,
images in my closed eyes,
your face... maybe your smile,
enormous atomic energy
through my veins,
tranquility in my brain
let the electricity went out
like it stay in the dark
with your voice as...
my comfy serenity
- humble room : 2510'09 with 'middle of nowhere' thing -
https://www.facebook.com/notes/vina-ariestharini/your-voice/161793598871
when the electricity went out...
I don't wanna get up
nor doin somethin significant,
just stay in the dark
with the company of candle lights,
a cup of joe would be nice
with bunch of cigars...
your voice is like
the endless conversation
about past present future,
of a lifetime..
even mom's there talking for hours,
I wouldn't mind,
I will listen,
always...
I don't want the lights go back on,
my life would be like.. have to move on,
with works and edgy brainwaves,
so let me stay in the dark,
with your voice as my guide,
hear it on my ear,
images in my closed eyes,
your face... maybe your smile,
enormous atomic energy
through my veins,
tranquility in my brain
let the electricity went out
like it stay in the dark
with your voice as...
my comfy serenity
- humble room : 2510'09 with 'middle of nowhere' thing -
https://www.facebook.com/notes/vina-ariestharini/your-voice/161793598871
lonely NYE with messy
no hope...
I fell again with fallacies...
the more being sane, the more insanity come...
don't bring the sad to the surface, just make up your ugly face...
just body, no soul with growl...
alone, sick, hurt, crumpled...
heavy headache, lower back...
swollen eyes, swollen finger, black sweater...
need a place to hide, disappear, something rare...
dying to leave all, the whole...
care the world, but not vice versa without pizza...
where's my death, decapitated my useless head
start all over again, the hurts, the river of tears...
the absent, the big fat hole, indifferent above all...
heavy headache, fake memento, with no memo...
gloomy, empty roomy...
running nose, got no cause to drink stupid booze...
lot of smoke, ugly, fat, and broke...
no traffic jam, just stomach cramp...
- humble room : for those lonely NYE with messy-
https://www.facebook.com/notes/vina-ariestharini/lonely-nye-with-messy/228234923871
I fell again with fallacies...
the more being sane, the more insanity come...
don't bring the sad to the surface, just make up your ugly face...
just body, no soul with growl...
alone, sick, hurt, crumpled...
heavy headache, lower back...
swollen eyes, swollen finger, black sweater...
need a place to hide, disappear, something rare...
dying to leave all, the whole...
care the world, but not vice versa without pizza...
where's my death, decapitated my useless head
start all over again, the hurts, the river of tears...
the absent, the big fat hole, indifferent above all...
heavy headache, fake memento, with no memo...
gloomy, empty roomy...
running nose, got no cause to drink stupid booze...
lot of smoke, ugly, fat, and broke...
no traffic jam, just stomach cramp...
- humble room : for those lonely NYE with messy-
https://www.facebook.com/notes/vina-ariestharini/lonely-nye-with-messy/228234923871
perempuan pencinta malam
-perempuan pencinta malam-
AKU NAKSIR SI MALAM…
SEJAK GEMINTANG TERLIHAT CANTIK
DI BACKGROUND YANG PEKAT
AKU AKRAB DENGAN MALAM…
SEJAK AYAH TAK JUA PULANG
AKU JATUH CINTA KEPADA MALAM…
SEJAK KOTAK BERWAJAH KACA
BANGKITKAN GAIRAH IMAJIKU
AKU MENCINTAI MALAM…
YANG SEHITAM RAMBUTKU
DAN DALAM HITAMNYA
KULEGA BERNAFAS
AKU MENCINTAI MALAM…
YANG DALAM SENYAPNYA
DAPAT KUDENGAR BISING SUARA DIKEPALAKU
MEMILAHNYA DIJARING UDARA
DAN MEMBUANGNYA DI SECARIK KERTAS
LALU KEPALAKU SESENYAP MALAM
DAN MATAKU DAPAT KUPEJAM
AKU SETIA PADA MALAM…
YANG MENIKAH DENGAN CAHAYA BULAN
MELAHIRKAN PETI HARTA KARUN
BERISI JIWA-JIWA YANG TENGAH TERSESAT
YANG SLALU DATANG PADAKU
MEMBAWA SEPI DAN MINTA DICINTAI
NAGIH PADA SENTUHAN LEMBUTKU
HINGGA MEREKA TERLELAP DAMAI
LALU SANG MALAM KUSETUBUHI
AKU BENCI DATANGNYA PAGI…
KARNA IA CANTIK DAN CEPAT PERGI
MEMAKSAKU LEMBUT MENGECUP
PUNGGUNG LEBAR BERKULIT MULUS
LENGAN PUTIH BERURAT BIRU…
BIRU YANG CERAH SEPERTI JUBAH PAGI
MELEPAS MANTRA YANG MENGIKAT BENAKNYA
MENUMPAHKAN SETITIK SERUPA EMBUN PAGI,
AKU PASRAH PADA SIANG,
MEMAKSAKU BERPELUH DIBAWAH MENTARI NAN TERANG.
KUCOBA TEGAR BERKAWAN DENGAN PAGI…
DITEMANI ROKOK DAN SECANGKIR KOPI
PAGI MEMANG CANTIK…
TAPI IA TAK SEANGGUN MALAM
YANG KUCINTAI SAMPAI MATI
SLALU RELA KUMENUNGGU MALAM
LAGI… DENGAN MATA TERPEJAM
http://junkthought.blog.friendster.com/?p=50
https://www.facebook.com/notes/vina-ariestharini/perempuan-pencinta-malam/263209803871
AKU NAKSIR SI MALAM…
SEJAK GEMINTANG TERLIHAT CANTIK
DI BACKGROUND YANG PEKAT
AKU AKRAB DENGAN MALAM…
SEJAK AYAH TAK JUA PULANG
AKU JATUH CINTA KEPADA MALAM…
SEJAK KOTAK BERWAJAH KACA
BANGKITKAN GAIRAH IMAJIKU
AKU MENCINTAI MALAM…
YANG SEHITAM RAMBUTKU
DAN DALAM HITAMNYA
KULEGA BERNAFAS
AKU MENCINTAI MALAM…
YANG DALAM SENYAPNYA
DAPAT KUDENGAR BISING SUARA DIKEPALAKU
MEMILAHNYA DIJARING UDARA
DAN MEMBUANGNYA DI SECARIK KERTAS
LALU KEPALAKU SESENYAP MALAM
DAN MATAKU DAPAT KUPEJAM
AKU SETIA PADA MALAM…
YANG MENIKAH DENGAN CAHAYA BULAN
MELAHIRKAN PETI HARTA KARUN
BERISI JIWA-JIWA YANG TENGAH TERSESAT
YANG SLALU DATANG PADAKU
MEMBAWA SEPI DAN MINTA DICINTAI
NAGIH PADA SENTUHAN LEMBUTKU
HINGGA MEREKA TERLELAP DAMAI
LALU SANG MALAM KUSETUBUHI
AKU BENCI DATANGNYA PAGI…
KARNA IA CANTIK DAN CEPAT PERGI
MEMAKSAKU LEMBUT MENGECUP
PUNGGUNG LEBAR BERKULIT MULUS
LENGAN PUTIH BERURAT BIRU…
BIRU YANG CERAH SEPERTI JUBAH PAGI
MELEPAS MANTRA YANG MENGIKAT BENAKNYA
MENUMPAHKAN SETITIK SERUPA EMBUN PAGI,
AKU PASRAH PADA SIANG,
MEMAKSAKU BERPELUH DIBAWAH MENTARI NAN TERANG.
KUCOBA TEGAR BERKAWAN DENGAN PAGI…
DITEMANI ROKOK DAN SECANGKIR KOPI
PAGI MEMANG CANTIK…
TAPI IA TAK SEANGGUN MALAM
YANG KUCINTAI SAMPAI MATI
SLALU RELA KUMENUNGGU MALAM
LAGI… DENGAN MATA TERPEJAM
http://junkthought.blog.friendster.com/?p=50
https://www.facebook.com/notes/vina-ariestharini/perempuan-pencinta-malam/263209803871
rain of silence
big house,
marble floors,
wide yard,
greens,
massive fences,
pictures of ages,
glorious past,
salt and pepper,
nobility phases that fade away,
inheritance,
rain of silence...
this humble one may dream of cheer up the moment,
and be there before the last breath has taken away.
https://www.facebook.com/notes/vina-ariestharini/rain-of-silence/292083933871
marble floors,
wide yard,
greens,
massive fences,
pictures of ages,
glorious past,
salt and pepper,
nobility phases that fade away,
inheritance,
rain of silence...
this humble one may dream of cheer up the moment,
and be there before the last breath has taken away.
https://www.facebook.com/notes/vina-ariestharini/rain-of-silence/292083933871
JUNKTHOUGHT 07 THE HALL OF JUNKTHOUGHTS
hey traveler...
hey free soul...
lend me ur eyes...
eyes of freedom...
eyes of world wide seem...
spread ur wings..
as they'd never run out of feathers...
tell me all the stories bout the places u've seen...
coz my feet lock here with the chains of feminine...
U do the wandering...
then I'll do the writing
16 Agustus 2008 – by Vina
Bagian ini dikhususkan untuk memuat karya-karya lain dari Vina
yang terpajang dalam blog JUNKTHOUGHT. Beberapa
diantaranya merupakan curahan hati tentang kisah-kisah lain
yang pernah dialaminya –cinta yang tak bisa diwujudkan karena
perbedaan religi, pertemanan dengan seseorang bernama
DONCROW yang diwujudkan dalam surat bersambung, dan
sebagainya-, sedangkan sisanya merupakan sisi fantasi yang
dicurahkan dalam bentuk fiksi. Selamat menikmati.
hey free soul...
lend me ur eyes...
eyes of freedom...
eyes of world wide seem...
spread ur wings..
as they'd never run out of feathers...
tell me all the stories bout the places u've seen...
coz my feet lock here with the chains of feminine...
U do the wandering...
then I'll do the writing
16 Agustus 2008 – by Vina
Bagian ini dikhususkan untuk memuat karya-karya lain dari Vina
yang terpajang dalam blog JUNKTHOUGHT. Beberapa
diantaranya merupakan curahan hati tentang kisah-kisah lain
yang pernah dialaminya –cinta yang tak bisa diwujudkan karena
perbedaan religi, pertemanan dengan seseorang bernama
DONCROW yang diwujudkan dalam surat bersambung, dan
sebagainya-, sedangkan sisanya merupakan sisi fantasi yang
dicurahkan dalam bentuk fiksi. Selamat menikmati.
25 Mar 2008
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scandal tweety dan sylvester
tersebutlah sibulat tweety dan si panjang sylvester.
kisah mereka dimulai ketika sylvester yang bertubuh
panjang gemar sekali mengganggu tweety yang
berbadan bulat dan memasukkan tweety kemulut
sylvester. walo berkali-kali dipukul nenek tweety,
JUNKTHOUGHT 07 – hal 123
sylvester tak pernah jera dan terus menerus mengambil
tweety dari sangkarnya dan membawanya keluar untuk
dimakan. tapi tweety selalu lolos dan tak pernah jadi
dimakan. karena kejadian itu terjadi berulang-ulang,
tweety yang cerdas akhirnya berpikir, kenapa sylvester
selalu dengan gigih menangkapnya. kenapa sylvester
tak pernah jera walo dipukul nenek tweety, kenapa
sylvester dengan cerdiknya dapat mengeluarkan tweety
dari sangkarnya. jadi suatu ketika tweety bertanya
kepada sylvester. dari balik sangkarnya.
"jangan dulu melepaskanku, aku ingin bertanya, harus
boleh ya…", tweety yang jujur memaksa bertanya.
sylvester terdiam dan mengerutkan dahinya hingga
alisnya bertemu," mo tanya apa…cepetan!".
"kenapa kamu ingin selalu memakanku?", tanya tweety
bloon.
dengan tampang dingin sylvester menjawab
ogah2an"karena kamu burung dan aku kucing pemakan
burung".
"sesimple itu?"tanya tweety " ayolah… tak mungkin
cuma karena itukan", tweety membujuk.
dan sylvester terdiam sejenak "karena kamu bulat, lucu,
terlihat menggiurkan, dan rasanya lembut
dimulutku",sylvester menjilat bibirnya.
"kalo rasaku memang enak kenapa kamu tak pernah
menelanku walo aku sudah didalam mulutmu?… selain
karena nenek memukulmu… kamu sering memasukkan
aku kemulutmu… sering aku keluar dari mulutmu dan
diluar mulutmu tak ada nenek yang sedang
memukulmu… berarti kamu kan yang melepaskanku
dari sangkarku… kenapa tu?" tweety curious.
JUNKTHOUGHT 07 – hal 124
akhirnya sylvester tersenyum licik memperlihatkan gigi
gigi putihnya dan tweety terheran karena sylvester
terlihat manis karena tak pernah dilihatnya sylvester
tersenyum. sylvester menjawab"burung kecil lucu bulat
pintar…karena seumur hidupku aku ingin merasakan
lembutmu dimulutku… jadi aku melepaskanmu… dan
sangkar tak sesuai bagi burung pintar sepertimu… masi
ada dunia luas diluar sana yang bisa kau ketahui dan
kuyakin kamu survive dialam bebas dengan
kecerdasanmu"
" kalo kau selalu ingin memakanku… bagaimana aku
tau dunia luar sana?", tanya tweety polos
"itu awalnya… supaya kamu lepas dari sangkarmu…
tapi aku tak pernah menelanmu kan?…"sylvester
berpolitik malaikat.
"oh iya… lalu kenapa kau tak pernah menelanku?",
tweety cerewet
"kan kubilang… kamu lembut… seumur hidupku ingin
kurasakan lembutmu dimulutku… kalau kau kutelan…
bagaimana aku bisa merasaimu lagi?… tau gak?!… aku
sayang padamu… ups…" sylvester menutup mulut
besarnya dengan tapak kucingnya yang kekar.
‘waks… wahahaha… terdengar seperti pernyataan cinta
buatku… tau gak?!… aku juga… melihat kamu selalu
gigih mengejarku, tak pernah jera walo dipukul nenek…
aku kagum… kenapa kamu sengotot itu?’ tweety curious
lagi.
"karena aku kucing… kami bangsa kucing… hidup itu
susah… kami diberi… tapi kami selalu mencari lebih…
hidup diluar rumah pun kami bisa…kami bisa mencari
JUNKTHOUGHT 07 – hal 125
makan… mengais ngais sampah atau mencuri dari
manusia… kami bisa tidur dimanapun…" jelas
sylvester…
"wah… kalian seperti lelaki manusia ya…", tweety
menyimpulkan
"ya… lain dengan kalian burung… kalian seperti wanita
manusia… nenekmu itu… ditinggal suaminya… gak
kawin lagi… seumur sisa hidupnya bisa hidup dengan
hanya memelihara kita… kucing dan burung… tak
seperti kalian burung… burung hanya mempunyai satu
pasangan… makanya kamu burung yang bersifat seperti
wanita… menyukai aku kucing yang bersifat seperti
lelaki…", sylvester PD.
"bleh… amit2 aku suka kamu", tweety menjulurkan
lidahnya tanda jijik.
"kulihat manusia wanita dan manusia lelaki selalu
menikah kalo saling suka… hmm… kita bisa menikah?",
tanya tweety tersipu.
"gimana bisa… aku kucing punya wanita dimanamana…
dan kamu burung… masi single… banyak
burung lain diluar sana yang bisa kamu pasangi… kalo
kita menikah… kita menyalahi kodrat alam… dan
hewan tak menikah… apalagi bukan bangsanya…",
sylvester terdengar sedih
"kamu kucing pintar yah…" tweety lemas karena sedih
"iyalah… makanya aku bisa mengeluarkanmu dari
sangkar…", jelas sylvester
mereka terdiam sejenak
JUNKTHOUGHT 07 – hal 126
"jadi keluar gak nih?", tanya sylvester memecah sunyi
"yuk… kutraktir cacing…", ajak tweety
"bleh… makanan mewah burung…", sylvester
menjulurkan lidahnya
"eh… itu banyak proteinnya… lihat nih aku bulat dan
sehat" tweety tersenyum jahil.
"jangan pernah lupakan aku ya…"pinta tweety.
"mana bisa… kamu lembut…", jawab sylvester… sambil
mengukir dibatang pohon dengan cakarnya… SI BULAT
DAN SI PANJANG… 2GETHER 4EVER… UNITED
SOMEDAY…
"sampe kapan?!… dunia kebalik?" ejek tweety
"dunia emang kebalik tweety!… kalo ngga gimana bisa
kamu terbang dari arctic ke antartic?!",sylvester
menjawab sekenanya…
"oh iya… dasar kucing pintar… berbadan panjang dan
berkumis jarang…", ejek tweety
"dasar burung bulat kecil lucu lembut…", balas sylvester
mereka tertawa dan berlalu bersama.
-the end-
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JUNKTHOUGHT 07 – hal 127
when will I be loved
people with lonely come..
knockin my door..
or even knockin my heart..
then they went away..
along with their soulmates..
and I'm still here..
still the same..
21 November 2008 – by Vina
when will I be loved ?!
HOW CAN NOT I…
BE SOMETHING PURE AND WHITE
BE SOMETHING SOFT AND LOVELY
OR EVEN KIND THAT I AM TOO KIND
HOW CAN NOT I…
BE A ROYAL HEIR
BE ONE OF THE PRINCESS
LIKE THE TWO WHO WERE WITH ME
WITH SOME HIGH DIGNITY
HOW CAN NOT I…
BE SOMETHING PRECIOUS
WORTH ENOUGH TO BE FIGHTING FOR
HOW CAN NOT I…
BE A NAIVE ONE
WITHOUT ANY… CONSPIRACY
WITH MY SHIELD OF A LION
I’M A COWARD CHICKEN LAMB
JUNKTHOUGHT 06 – hal 119
WITH MY BATH OF MUD
AND SOME THOUGHT THAT I’M A SLUT
WILL I EVER BE ‘DIAMOND IN THE ROUGH’ ?
AND WHEN WILL I BE LOVED ?
11 Jan 2008
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Junkthought 07 : THE HALL OF JUNKTHOUGHTS
NEXT
JUNKTHOUGHT 06 – hal 120
jiwamu dan rasa yang membisu...
yang hidup tak ada yang abadi,
bahkan kepribadianmu telah lama mati,
terkadang rindu indahnya proporsi jiwamu,
yang menerangi gelap lebih terang dari jutaan cahaya lampu,
(ada batas disitu,
karna Allah tak punya batas dari apapun itu)
hanya terus berdoa berharap rasa ini selamanya membisu ...
bahkan kepribadianmu telah lama mati,
terkadang rindu indahnya proporsi jiwamu,
yang menerangi gelap lebih terang dari jutaan cahaya lampu,
(ada batas disitu,
karna Allah tak punya batas dari apapun itu)
hanya terus berdoa berharap rasa ini selamanya membisu ...
WINDS FROM THE PAST
An empty of street
No one I’ll see, I think
How come He’s idle?
I met my nightmare
Got in the corner, he made me
I’ve been forced to give my sweetest smile
Our greetings like a rock
For a while I got my heart hurt
But what was surprised me
He knew all about me
Not clearly I heard whispers of owls
JUNKTHOUGHT 02 – hal 35
Like digging the graveyard
I felt damned cold winds from the past
While staring at the grey sky
Reality kept hurting me
With his cold and silence eyes
His lips tried to warm me
Don’t you lie to me?!
And don’t pretend like you knew everything
I can see it at the way you looking
There’s no love for me
-PANDORA BOX,1997-
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NEXT
Junkthought 3 : VINA BICARA CINTA
JUNKTHOUGHT 02 – hal 36
No one I’ll see, I think
How come He’s idle?
I met my nightmare
Got in the corner, he made me
I’ve been forced to give my sweetest smile
Our greetings like a rock
For a while I got my heart hurt
But what was surprised me
He knew all about me
Not clearly I heard whispers of owls
JUNKTHOUGHT 02 – hal 35
Like digging the graveyard
I felt damned cold winds from the past
While staring at the grey sky
Reality kept hurting me
With his cold and silence eyes
His lips tried to warm me
Don’t you lie to me?!
And don’t pretend like you knew everything
I can see it at the way you looking
There’s no love for me
-PANDORA BOX,1997-
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NEXT
Junkthought 3 : VINA BICARA CINTA
JUNKTHOUGHT 02 – hal 36
twisted
things being turned
slowly I am killed
and haunted
by my own guilt
251207 4.54am
slowly I am killed
and haunted
by my own guilt
251207 4.54am
at a one time
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NO MORE MASQUERADE…
I’M A GHOST HAUNTING UR LIFE
ALWAYS…
IN A PLEASANT N ADDICTED WAYS…
ANOTHER ME…
FAST LEARNER N HARD WORKER
11 Jan 2008
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(Note : Tulisan berikut ini merupakan sepenggal iklan yang Vina
pasang di dalam JUNKTHOUGHT saat mulai menekuni bisnis
MLM dan menjalani profesi sebagai guru les.)
CARA DAPET DUIT TANPA KULIAH EN
GAWE IKUT ORANG
Hoi… Hoi… Hoi… buat yg masi skull n kul… pernah
kepikir ga… KALIAN SEKOLAH N KULIAH BUAT
APA?… CUMA UNTUK SEKOLAH AJA?!… EMANG
HARUS KULIAH AJA?!… biasanya yg mulai tingkat2
akhir atau malah awal kuliah mikirnya… gue kuliah…
ipk bagus… gampang dapet kerja… trus buntutnya
DAPET DUIT BANYAK… atau malah yg kena problem
JUNKTHOUGHT 02 – hal 32
aneh2 (biasanya keluarga)… sampe harus magang atau
kerja fulltime buat biaya ade2 n kuliahnya sendiri…
malahan ga jarang yang DO… karena harus ninggalin
kuliah en fokus dikerjanya… tujuannya apa?! MENCARI
UANG saudara.. saudara…
kenapa gak mulai dari sekarang pola itu dirubah?!…
sebelum kalian lulus sekolah?! LULUS SMA en dah
ngebet pengen cari kerja (inspire by my angel forever)
yang UUD… Ujung Ujungnya Duit… tapi kalian
berfikiran HARUS KULIAH DULU!!! Minimal S1 biar
begitu kerja dapet posisi langsung enak en gaji diatas
2jt?!…
jangan lagi ada pola… SEKOLAH->KULIAH->KERJA>DAPET
DUIT… sekarang klo ada gawean (namanya
mo dapet duit tetep kudu usahakan?!)… yg lu bisa
kerjain SAMBIL SEKOLAH DAN KULIAH ga terikat
waktu… nantinya ngebuat lu dapet KEBEBASAN
FINANCIAL… tanpa lu harus pusing suatu saat dah
kerja tapi gajinya pas2an buat idup n lu ga bisa
nabung… buat apa toh?!… lu pusing ga bisa beli barang
yg lu butuhin (buat yg masi single)… atau lu pusing
buat pampers n susunya si kecil… ga usah jauh2 anak
sekolah (buat yg udah berkeluarga)… rubah pola iduplu
dari sekarang… selama bisa SAMBIL SEKOLAH &
KERJA–>DAPET DUIT… KENAPA GAK?!… JANGAN
LAGI ADA PARTTIME2 KRN BUTUH DUIT (ga guna
klo lu ga lulus kuliah)… FOKUS DIKULIAH (ga
masalah ma duit)… lu lulus kuliah(dah ada duit)… ga
perlu terburu2 cari kerja en lu bisa milih bidang yg
emang lu sukain (JANGAN LAGI PAKE BUDAYA
INDONESIA yg JURUSAN KULIAH AMA KERJAAN
BEDA… LU GAKAN BERHASIL JADI AHLI KLO
PUNYA BERCABANG2 BIDANG… krn ga semua org
cepet tanggap ama situasi n punya hoki gede)… dengan
JUNKTHOUGHT 02 – hal 33
begitu.. HIDUP LU AKAN JADI LEBIH HIDUP…
KERJA BUKAN UNTUK CARI UANG (KARENA DAH
ADA)… TAPI KERJA UNTUK PRAKTEK ILMU-LU
(cuma 3% dari ilmu yg lu dapet dikuliah kepake
ditempat kerja yang sesuai jurusan kuliah lu…
kenyatannya selalu LEARNING BY DOING… ga ada itu
LEARNING FIRST… DOING AFTER)… ampe kerja
pun… ampe tuapun… seseorang akan selalu BELAJAR
tentang segala hal… dengan begitu hiduplu akan lebih
fokus… bekerja untuk tantangan hidup n jenjang karier
dan prestise harga diri… GA ADA LAGI KERJA
UNTUK CARI DUIT… ga ada lagi STRESS KRN GA
PUNYA DUIT… krn duit sumber segala masalah n
sumber pemecahan juga…
ok, klo lu tertarik dengan ide SAMBIL SEKOLAH &
KULIAH–>DAPET DUIT…
KERJA–> PRAKTEK ILMU,TANTANGAN HIDUP,
JENJANG KARIER, HARGA PENGEMBANGAN DIRI,
GAJI HANYA SEBAGAI BONUS… lu bisa hubungi gw
VINA 0818790xxx
22 May 2006
+ + +
butuh guru privat?! (untuk wilayah bandung)
dateng kerumah...
ngajar sd, smp, sma...
matematik, fisika, kimia, bhs inggris
(untuk s2 juga)
sms at 0818790xxx
domisili di bandung?!
JUNKTHOUGHT 02 – hal 34
mo facial murah?! (cuma 30rebu)
sms gw n gw dateng ke rumah lu...
dapetin juga konsultasi gratis soal kecantikan...
mumpung masi muda... lebih baik
maintenance daripada mengobati...
bukan untuk lebih cantik...
tapi menarik lebih lama!
terima casual n stage make up
sms at 0818790xxx
+ + +
About Myself
Why I was born for?
Why do I have to breath for?
Why do I have to live for?
Am I living for myself?
Am I breathing for myself?
If it said so..
This life would be full of emptyness
Without helping people
Without caring people
I’ll be thirsty for my whole life
I feel useless
And not afraid to end my own life
I seldom talkin for myself
I seldom bein clever for myself
I seldom doin everythin for myself
I’m not a saint
But at least I just wanna help people
By helping people, it’s a great honor
I just wanna live while I’m alive
It’s strange
I can’t help myself
For not helpin people
JUNKTHOUGHT 02 – hal 25
I feel pity for myself
I dont need people’s help
But I do need helping people
I’m a doctor who cant be a doctor for myself
-PANDORA BOX,0708′00-
AT THE EDGE
+ + +
I’VE CROSSED TOO FAR FROM THE PATH I’VE CHOOSED,
I’M AWAY OUT FROM THE PATH OF MY LIFE,
TILL I HAD LOST IN THE JUNGLE OF DARKNESS,
I MAY EVER LEARNED WHAT LIFE IS,
HOW YOU GOT BACK FROM THE DEATH YOU WERE
ALMOST TOOK,
HOW
YOU STILL STANDING FROM THE FALL YOU
FOUND YOURSELF AT THE EDGE,
HOW YOU GOT LOST FROM THE LAST BULLET YOU’VE
TRIGGERED,
HOW
YOU GOT YOURSELF STILL A VIRGIN FROM EVERY
FUCKING YOU WERE ALMOST MADE,
HOW YOU GOT THE MONEY SUDDENLY WHEN YOUR
ACCOUNT SAID IT WAS ZERO,
HOW YOU GOT YOURSELF STILL BREATHING WHEN
THE WHOLE WORLD KEEP PRESSING ON YOU,
I MAY GET OVER THOSE OVER AND OVER…
TILL
I HAD FOUND MY OWN SOUL HAD ALREADY DEAD
LONG AGO,
JUNKTHOUGHT 02 – hal 26
BUT SOMEHOW I KNEW…
WHAT’S
THE USE OF ALL THE AIR I BREATH IN…
WHAT’S THE USE OF ALL BLOOD RUNNING IN MY
FLESH…
WHAT’S THE USE OF ALL TREASURE I’VE SPENT…
WHAT’S THE USE OF ALL PROBLEMS STAYING IN MY
HEAD
BUT TO KEEP ME WALKING ON THE SURFACE OF THIS
EARTH,
TO KEEP ME LIVING AT THE LIFE I ONLY HAVE…
EVERY SINGLE OF MY EXTREMELY DANGEROUS
THINGS…
IS TO KEEP ME FEEL ALIVE,
KEEPING ME LIVE WHILE I’M ALIVE…
- Vina, 01 Dec 2005 –
Why do I have to breath for?
Why do I have to live for?
Am I living for myself?
Am I breathing for myself?
If it said so..
This life would be full of emptyness
Without helping people
Without caring people
I’ll be thirsty for my whole life
I feel useless
And not afraid to end my own life
I seldom talkin for myself
I seldom bein clever for myself
I seldom doin everythin for myself
I’m not a saint
But at least I just wanna help people
By helping people, it’s a great honor
I just wanna live while I’m alive
It’s strange
I can’t help myself
For not helpin people
JUNKTHOUGHT 02 – hal 25
I feel pity for myself
I dont need people’s help
But I do need helping people
I’m a doctor who cant be a doctor for myself
-PANDORA BOX,0708′00-
AT THE EDGE
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I’VE CROSSED TOO FAR FROM THE PATH I’VE CHOOSED,
I’M AWAY OUT FROM THE PATH OF MY LIFE,
TILL I HAD LOST IN THE JUNGLE OF DARKNESS,
I MAY EVER LEARNED WHAT LIFE IS,
HOW YOU GOT BACK FROM THE DEATH YOU WERE
ALMOST TOOK,
HOW
YOU STILL STANDING FROM THE FALL YOU
FOUND YOURSELF AT THE EDGE,
HOW YOU GOT LOST FROM THE LAST BULLET YOU’VE
TRIGGERED,
HOW
YOU GOT YOURSELF STILL A VIRGIN FROM EVERY
FUCKING YOU WERE ALMOST MADE,
HOW YOU GOT THE MONEY SUDDENLY WHEN YOUR
ACCOUNT SAID IT WAS ZERO,
HOW YOU GOT YOURSELF STILL BREATHING WHEN
THE WHOLE WORLD KEEP PRESSING ON YOU,
I MAY GET OVER THOSE OVER AND OVER…
TILL
I HAD FOUND MY OWN SOUL HAD ALREADY DEAD
LONG AGO,
JUNKTHOUGHT 02 – hal 26
BUT SOMEHOW I KNEW…
WHAT’S
THE USE OF ALL THE AIR I BREATH IN…
WHAT’S THE USE OF ALL BLOOD RUNNING IN MY
FLESH…
WHAT’S THE USE OF ALL TREASURE I’VE SPENT…
WHAT’S THE USE OF ALL PROBLEMS STAYING IN MY
HEAD
BUT TO KEEP ME WALKING ON THE SURFACE OF THIS
EARTH,
TO KEEP ME LIVING AT THE LIFE I ONLY HAVE…
EVERY SINGLE OF MY EXTREMELY DANGEROUS
THINGS…
IS TO KEEP ME FEEL ALIVE,
KEEPING ME LIVE WHILE I’M ALIVE…
- Vina, 01 Dec 2005 –
why…drinkin vodka
strange… two days of deeply down n in the middle of
nowhere.. I found it’s difficult 2 close my eyes… I need 2
sleep!!!
JUNKTHOUGHT 02 – hal 18
then… I did what I promised myself not to do it again… I
drunk… vodka this time…
n it’s really strange… the next mornin… I feel sane
again… I got up early… take a fresh bath… doing my
room… then I ended up reading my theory.conspiracy…
why… drinkin vodka… made me even more sane than
not drinkin it…
well… these maybe… the feel… not being loved…
drinkin…. smokin… having coffee.. lots of caffein….
why….???
A Human without Soul
Myself speaking I have eyes,
But thou said I cannot see
Myself speaking I have legs,
But thou said I cannot walk
Myself speaking I have brain
But thou said I cannot think
Myself speaking I have heart
But thou said I have no sense
Myself speaking I have body
But thou said I have no soul
Thou said I am cold
Thou said I am cruel
JUNKTHOUGHT 02 – hal 23
Thou said I am evil
Thou said I have no feeling
Thou said I have no love
But thou shall completely wrong
I am seeing
I am walking
I am thinking
I did loving
I did have feelings
I did living
I did knowing human being
But love made me like this
Love made me cold,
So I am able to ignore thou
Love made me cruel
So I shall kill thou
Stay out of my step!!!
Do not disturb me,
Shall thou really need I
Coz I am a human without soul…
-PANDORA BOX 1703′99 by Vina-
chapter II:tentang vina dan hidup pun berlanjut
I thought I hear the sound of the death ..
Instead I hear the sound of fairies..
Which is finally knew I don’t have problem with my brain..
I only have financial problem..
18 Mei 2008 – by Vina
temporary deposits
God sent you as a gift to my birthday as a company,
but when you turned bad,
he sent another version of you,
small, innocent, helpless,
without broken promises..
it's a way God knows that I understand all His doing,
that I should be sincere,
everything wasn't mine,
never be mine,
temporary deposits,
and that I should be ready,
when all are taken from me...
https://www.facebook.com/notes/vina-ariestharini/temporary-deposits/419338788200227
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
fate
and yes... I was jealous,
they got wet outside because of the pouring rain,
disturbing their date,
I just said, I still won ahead from you, dear sister,
I have what you don't have, and it keeps me going till now,
I was gone with the big hole in my heart,
and the hurt of everyday living thinking about the man I can't have,
but this was need to be done,
for the sake of a man worth fighting for...
-PANDORABOX 2007 : MEKRA-
Thursday, September 22, 2011
my words now the worst...
held my tears for weeks
not that I didn't want to
but I just... can't
not even in the night
nor alone in my bed...
seeing you today
it's like broken dike
my tears just swift,
not all of my problems
nor all of the hurts,
not of the missing
nor upon me your not existing,
but it's the rumple on your face,
the deepest sunken ever on your cheeks,
the lighter light surrounding your face,
the darkest dark around your face,
it's like you're not alive,
or just get back from hell,
thinner fingers,
tousled hair
you're in ruins...
can't even looked straight through your eyes,
might found something that reminds,
lovely memories,
or those hurts.
I didn't want to remember you,
nor thinking about you,
but there're always some events,
or even someone's habits,
that keep reminds me of you,
it's like the never ending signs of you
I did pray for God always makes me remembering,
we are forbidden in this pretending,
but the signs keep appearing,
why can't they just missing
the touch of those lips
and the twist of the tongue
freeze in that second
something eternal there
not it became stronger
nor weaker
and still the same
the least that I felt
you I don't know
not one of the shaman
for all my life
I've been being appropriate
so they can feel compatible
also comfortable
that's what they said
but not the same I felt
only with you
I can be myself
of who I am
the way I am
you are the air that I breath
the blood that I bleed
the brainwave when I think
seeing you is my serenity
staring your face is my fervently
your smile is my peace
your wrinkle is my wisdom
your gaze is my soul
you live in me
you light my belief
you make me seen
you tranquil my sleep
I just... never completed without you
If you can't choose,
and I don't have the guts to walk away,
let your side become fair,
after all my life never been fair,
let the fate choose for us,
again we are forbidden
for seeing one another,
the farthest the distant
mate won't apart,
and my words now the worst
- 270909, humble room : with swollen eyes and little numb, I guess... -
not that I didn't want to
but I just... can't
not even in the night
nor alone in my bed...
seeing you today
it's like broken dike
my tears just swift,
not all of my problems
nor all of the hurts,
not of the missing
nor upon me your not existing,
but it's the rumple on your face,
the deepest sunken ever on your cheeks,
the lighter light surrounding your face,
the darkest dark around your face,
it's like you're not alive,
or just get back from hell,
thinner fingers,
tousled hair
you're in ruins...
can't even looked straight through your eyes,
might found something that reminds,
lovely memories,
or those hurts.
I didn't want to remember you,
nor thinking about you,
but there're always some events,
or even someone's habits,
that keep reminds me of you,
it's like the never ending signs of you
I did pray for God always makes me remembering,
we are forbidden in this pretending,
but the signs keep appearing,
why can't they just missing
the touch of those lips
and the twist of the tongue
freeze in that second
something eternal there
not it became stronger
nor weaker
and still the same
the least that I felt
you I don't know
not one of the shaman
for all my life
I've been being appropriate
so they can feel compatible
also comfortable
that's what they said
but not the same I felt
only with you
I can be myself
of who I am
the way I am
you are the air that I breath
the blood that I bleed
the brainwave when I think
seeing you is my serenity
staring your face is my fervently
your smile is my peace
your wrinkle is my wisdom
your gaze is my soul
you live in me
you light my belief
you make me seen
you tranquil my sleep
I just... never completed without you
If you can't choose,
and I don't have the guts to walk away,
let your side become fair,
after all my life never been fair,
let the fate choose for us,
again we are forbidden
for seeing one another,
the farthest the distant
mate won't apart,
and my words now the worst
- 270909, humble room : with swollen eyes and little numb, I guess... -
bandung yeuh...
nyamannya bandungku wat jalan2 malem...
love the town since I was a kid, never knew I would
stuck, addicted, intoxicated,
by the town or special someone,
the consciousness arose tonight after years,
how lovely and grateful
so colorful and meaningful
this town made the pieces of me
the dark of her sky,
like darkness in your eyes,
scary yet comfy,
like a child and chocolate
at the gaze of your eyes,
I'll always melt
then I should wake up
from my sleepiness
of my long vacation
to be more eager better person
or is this... just plain me
your voice...
your voice is like the times,
when the electricity went out...
I don't wanna get up
nor doin somethin significant,
just stay in the dark
with the company of candle lights,
a cup of joe would be nice
with bunch of cigars...
your voice is like
the endless conversation
about past present future,
of a lifetime..
even mom's there talking for hours,
I wouldn't mind,
I will listen,
always...
I don't want the lights go back on,
my life would be like.. have to move on,
with works and edgy brainwaves,
so let me stay in the dark,
with your voice as my guide,
hear it on my ear,
images in my closed eyes,
your face... maybe your smile,
enormous atomic energy
through my veins,
tranquility in my brain
let the electricity went out
like it stay in the dark
with your voice as...
my comfy serenity
- humble room : 2510'09 with 'middle of nowhere' thing -
fake memento
all these past 3 years
all those memories
loving and caring
I thought it was real..
but seeing what he had sacrificed for you, my dear friend...
I just knew, my man wasn't really in love with me
shame on me
fool in me
silly me
a fake memento...
- humble room : friday ( the day we were born ) 0611'09 with numb and blank -
lonely NYE with messy
no hope...
I fell again with fallacies...
the more being sane, the more insanity come...
don't bring the sad to the surface, just make up your ugly face...
just body, no soul with growl...
alone, sick, hurt, crumpled...
heavy headache, lower back...
swollen eyes, swollen finger, black sweater...
need a place to hide, disappear, something rare...
dying to leave all, the whole...
care the world, but not vice versa without pizza...
where's my death, decapitated my useless head
start all over again, the hurts, the river of tears...
the absent, the big fat hole, indifferent above all...
heavy headache, fake memento, with no memo...
gloomy, empty roomy...
running nose, got no cause to drink stupid booze...
lot of smoke, ugly, fat, and broke...
no traffic jam, just stomach cramp...
- humble room : for those lonely NYE with messy-
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