Historical Serenade

it was dark when I saw your face

and say “Hello, I’m Me” as the phrase

and though you smiled at me a bit

you’re just another stranger to meet

then you knocked again, tried to ring the bell

sang to me the laughs until I know you well

that was the tick tock once we’re friends

looking at each other throughout the lense

we played I’m the queen and you’re the slave

do whatever I ask, give whatever I crave

then finally, there were you calling me elephant

and I started to call you monkey instead of servant

we walked our feet, we blinked our eyes

it’s like a glance how time passed by

the asian lady then came singing the notes

the rain was pouring upon our clothes

that was once you said the words

asking me if we could be a lovebirds

hard to think, easy to feel

hold your hands, yes I will

anyhow people worried about tomorrow

let’s just paint the days as the river flows

make this a comedy instead of tragedy

so we could laugh at it, make it a rhapsody

a boy to make me laugh, this Anno Matthew

and a boy to love, now that I’ve met you

Maygo, February 1st 2010

If A Tounge Works The Opposite

even for golds, people would underestimate

and for bags, women would disaxelerate

the fruit that I’m holding here,

what if it’s made of a stone-carved pear?

not even in the wonderland nor any imaginations

no one ever craves for any duplications

well if it’s a reflection instead of a false cape,

it’d look prettier because it shares the same shape

because when you unveil a lie behind your mind

it’s the glance you’d get your heart feels betrayed behind

anyhow a face could sparks a smile and laugh strings

if it’s a mask that we’re seeing

it’d look even worse than an old shoes of the vikings

why should a godly made couple of lips throw some lies?

the more the magic words the more it darkens skies

so I asked, “do you have a heart?”

then when you told me yes, you own a part

it means you’d feel the same buzz deep down

when the love of yours leaves you with lies around

it would hurt more than any scratches from any predators

like a kid stabbed meanly by the green haired monsters

I drowned my eyes in the sheets of words

and now I found that it’s simply called hurts

will you ever tell me more?

when you whispered yes you will,

so end  the knocking at my door

not for you my heart would spill

Teaser

look beneath her shorty hair,

you’d find a precious mind in there

which would see her house as a candy  store

or an apple as a diamond core

she’d love to walk in a classic boots

to work or when she craves for some goods

look beneath her body standing there

there you can see the shadow she bears

with the long skinny legs wearing those thights

she could fly a sun up to the darkest nights

just so she could throw a smile for every head around

that’s what she does to kill the frowns

loud, she likes to shout loudly

hear, you’d know it’s her though you didn’t see

she’s the girl with some fashions to work on

and by then there’d be the numbers to reckon

so if you ask me the name of the sweet pea,

it’s Tiza and her cute braces sipping her tea

Sniff, Sniff

I found a blog, well, it looks like Maygo. some of the lines are the same.some of them are exactly the same. and also Magna. but well, perhaps it’s just me being negative. I hope she’s not a copydog. hahaha. I’m sorry there, if you are really not. don’t just follow me, then, say hello too instead and let’s be mates. :)

Treasure

have I told you about my dying daisy?

now he’s getting sweeter.

sweet, in a very different way with Sir M. no, I’m not gonna compare anybody to anybody.

coincidentally, My Dying Daisy appeared to be giving me a letter too, a love letter. the deal we’d made weeks ago, just for fun. he told me that it must be a total shitness, a worthless words and empty babble, because he thought he didn’t know how to be romantic at all, so he just wrote anything he wanted, anything he felt. because I told him too before, that what do you call romantic is every little thing comes from the heart.  you don’t have to think about it. you don’t even need to fake it, because heart is a very good poet though brain would not even help.

and he did.

he gave me the simple envelope with 2 sheets of letter inside. at first, nothing seemed so special. and when he said it’s just a worthless jokes, I believed. I thought I’d be reading some silly jokes like he always make.

but when I read it, line by line, all I can do is smile and laugh. and all I can feel is, to be sure, that I love My Dying Daisy. that is the sweetest thing a boy have ever done to me, showing the honesty of his heart in a funny way. suddenly I feel so special, for real. despite of the fact that it’s dying, at least I love him for now. I love the way he tries to act cool yet stupid to cover what he really feels. the way he yelled ‘You’re ugly’ which actually means ‘I miss you’. the way he just laugh at my problems while at the back he asked my friends to help me. the way he cursed himself by not being able to do some sweet talks. but without realizing it, all those things are the sweet talks. not shit talks, real sweet talks.

there are much more thing that I love about My Dying Daisy, but the best treasure about him is,

he knew that he and I will never gonna make it. we know what’s the barrier between us, and there’ll never be a happily ever after at the last paragraph of our story. but he’s still there, telling me that he loves me, and all we’re doing is creating a story worth to remember in the future when we’re not together anymore. a funny story to tell to our (his own and my own) children then. it’s the love I’ve been dreaming on, an honest love.

I love the way he says, “No worries”. that’s what’s been holding me from all the worries I always got. the worries  if I’d love him too deep. which is a real prohibition.

uh oh, I’m in a (sweet) trouble!

so this is my little daisy vow, I love you for now. :)

The Capsule Of Time

the days before, I keep reminding myself. January 4th 2010, supposed to be the day to open the one-year time capsule of me and Sir M. but today, I almost forgot. I was reminded because the calendar of one of my friend’s blog. i hastily get the box, open it and get my letter.

well, I can not say much…

a year ago, I’m seeing the future me, reading the letter and cry–because of the love Sir M got for me at that time. but now, it turned out that I cried, cried because of the opposite.

what’s funny is, I played nothing on my laptop. no winamp, itunes nor media player. but suddenly Gabe Bondoc’s Chasing Pavement was played in the middle of the tears. it built the mood deeper. I cried more. then I found that the song was from a friend of mine;s blog, haha.

and what’s in the letter, I still can not say anything much now…

I wrote millions of I love you while I found none on Sir M’s letter. well, perhaps he’d never love me like I thought.

Goodbye, Sir M. Anyhow, you have a place there, in my life story. you left me a pretty fun chapter. the tears and the laughs, well, thanks. I loved you though.

Heart Attack

I have listened to Katy Perry’s Thinking Of You before, even since it came out. But I only listen, did not favorite it, and never tried to find out the lyric or the video clip.

but tonight, I went for a stress-killing – a little karaoke hours with my friends. one of them sang the song, and just right when I watched the clip–reading the lyric–I couldn’t do nothing but think and freeze. well, another thing that striked my heart. hit it nicely, and I felt like really want to cry though I didn’t. although there are many more songs which has better lyrics and sadder tunes than this, this is my first time–freezed listening to a song, without any intentions before.

A Tale In The Meadow; The Dancing Dandelion

i closed my book, thinking of tomorrow

but then I remember, there’s something more to show

knocking on my door

and stomping on the floor

asking me to stare at it,

showing me how it appeared

and I gasped when I remember

the Dandelion from last December

dancing, trying to remind me

that it was the one I called destiny

when I only stared at the rose

it was there and it shows

the love I thought could fly me

higher, even when I haven’t met my daisy

uniquely painted by the hands of god

the Dandelion could sing so loud

dancing the music into my whole life

even I thought I could be a wife

sadness come through, overflowing

when I tried to stand, while I was knowing

it was disappearing

flying all the fairies up into the skies

leaving me nothing but fireflies

to lighten my tearful nights

Dandelion, Dandelion

when will you dance again?

stop knocking on my door

once was enough to let me wait in vein

I will never forget you ever after

but it’s painful enough to remember

Intermezzo

It’s funny when I opened my old journal  which was full of the love for Sir M, and I realized that the cover of the journal called ‘SMALL HAPPINESS’. well, it was a journal of a small happiness which brought me to a huge sadness afterwards.

and I opened my photo album. the one with my photo-box pictures with Sir M back then. and now the cover was called ‘SAVE YOUR SWEET MEMORIES’ with a picture of a camera.

Save your sweet memories, that means we never should keep the sour ones.

but in reality, sweet memories means we already lost it and now it’s all just not as sweet as back then.

A Tale In The Meadow; The Dying Daisy

and like a lightning in the middle of a rain

the daisy came

it showed up and tease me like a sugar cane

with it’s pretty yellow

it said ‘Hello.’

I can’t deny to kiss the spathe

and take it along, along my path

it feels like holding a paint brush instead of a flower

it starts to color my skies and got my heart to shower

I’m holding on my daisy

perhaps it’s my other story

staring at the rising rose

and the heavenly smell flew by my nose

I’m coming  to you

that’s what I always do

although it’s a sin, maybe

I’m walking to you with my daisy

not that it couldn’t show me the stepping cloud

but there’s a barrier I can’t get through out

A barrier that stabs me with the only choice

to leave my daisy halfway without a noise

so this is my little daisy vow

I love you for now