goodbye MJ.

chap who sang pop,
and we dance to his humoresque,
such enliven song,
today folk,
he gone,
and we grieve with black dress.

despite he defunct,
bus his lilt,
still irradiate to our heart ;)

au revoir micheal jackson 1958~2009

hatheart from his modern-heart.

my bag im carrying containing someone heart,
in the someone heart,
containing such a beautiful sweet memory,
and feelings.

If there lots of sweet memory with her,
the bag that i carrying become light,
if there lots of bad memory such a fight,
my bag will be heavy full of revenge.

my shoulder need a light bag,
my bag need a sweet heart,
and sweet heart inside needed to full of happy and joyfull,
and with that i can carrying my bag with happiness ;)

love u stinky.

the ge-recednis of flip flops and french fries.

flip flops,
they use when needed,
cove your foot,
from all dirts,
and leave it when it done.

french fries,
they eat it when starving,
make your stomach happy,
and your face will spot whith smile,
and it will stay in your stomach,
till you berak.

same as your love,
is it like flip flops?
is it like french fries?

just one thing i'll say,
your loves cant seem thru your eyes,
but in heart?
who knows?

credit to zuley ;P

gas bag or ballon?

she, she and she,
only one of them,
that make me feel warm in her hug.

but she already,
have a good warm hug,
have a pretty pure warm-liking.

so what surpose i am?
little boy with the stollen sweetheart?
or bigger boy with stoled sweetheart?

help me now, help me bby,
take me away,
far from this ideology.

yeah, yeah i know,
im just a kid in dying,
sojourn on your bombshell looks ;)

but there is one thing,
you are not my friend,
you are my frendscipe.

my lullaby, i taught u was right.

dreaming while lying,
and spoke via vim,

our future?
yeah,haikal and fiona.

stare at your text,
over and over,

my feelings?
feel such in rodor.

but there is one thing i dont know,
that block our happiness,

your lads?
i hate him.

bombshell sweetheart or burning hair.

now i can't demand,
now there two foldweg,

stay with my darling,
with tired jury-rigged with happiness,

stay far from my darling,
with bald and book far with her,

what can i do?

pardon me bibeh,
but this what i taught,

she force me,
to love her in jelousy,

make me mardy,
and sometimes,

i feel so hard to close with her heart.

im a weak lads,
please punch me harder,

put me some sarnes,
and drive me drown,

let me suicide,
leave in moldern,

im sorry N, please kill me :')

sceatt and my frendscipe.

i am a mildheortnes-beorn,
that what can i call for myself,
turn a friend to a feond,
turn my heart just for her.

pretty bad youngster,
for a beautous lassie.

her beautiful,
illuminated toward to thou heart,
but loyal and leasung,
can't be see thru your eyes.

credit to dila ;)

She dare, she dull and she die.

Super dare-ling,
she may say,
slow-stupidity poem,
so bored, so gay.

Be my dull-ling,
beseech to her ears,
by mouth or by heart,
beat my darling, yeah be my die-ling.

Throw thou,
thru post-modern-lads,
then see thee role,
till we gasping.

Till we defunct.

Till ya gone.

spaceman.

hors-d'ouvre in her inbox,
coax by flummox,
of idiocy-ilk.

waiting for her spaceman?
who are her spaceman?

benevolent and all his badinage,
bind with jury-rigged,
of mendacious and mercenary,

waiting for her spaceman?
who are her spaceman?

camisole applicable with her paraphernalia,
she's broken-illuminating-neckles,
and her flourescent bracelet,

did her left the restaurant?
where did spaceman bereft?

twaddle and twitch like twerp,
push her chair twofold with pick her gucci bag,
and whobeknown?

she left the restaurant,
she left the spaceman.

Provoke dusk.

This ode outcome with one bait antecedent, two bait clarification follow by one bait lid on night of the day occurrence/sajak ini berkesudahan dgn 1 stanza pendahuluan 2 stanza penjelasan diikuti 1 stanza penutup pada malam hari kejadian.

Awan yang gelap,
membayangi petang yang malap,
air yang dilemparkan,
bergugusan dan berderai.

Broken heart feeling,
ennui came and bare all enragement,
thats remand in obsolescent heart,
nay-known, bewilder and mardy-grumpy,

Ketandusan jelas bangkit,
menggigil jari-jemari, terkujur badan,
mesin perasaan dan pemikiran rasional menjadi basi,
dan..kenapa semua ini haru berlaku?

Maybe, reminisce of nostalgia,
about my gullible atitude and low-grumption,
try to emend and pore over myself
via vis-a-vis to mirror with full of vim.

Billy boils bonhomie.

Billy is a boy,
who love a dame,
that double aged from him.

But thats not the reason,
that billy can't love this dame,
but, is the dame love him back?

No she not,
the dame already have a lads for her life,
poor billy,
and someday billy start thinking,
Is it love is really exist?

Yet billy thinking,
and now he know.

Love is just will-o'-the-wisp,
adieu love!

Did you think that why to?

GAME OVER BILLY.

Randezvous with her.

When the last time did you say taht you want to see her?
When the last time did you hear her voice?
When the last time did you see her face?
When the last time did you hold her hand tightly?
And when the last time did you snuggle and kiss her?

what the fuck is wrong with you?

mull over my friends.