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FORCED TO

This is not how we should do
But this is about how should
we feel about someone who is in the sad ending of a day
We should feel
How if somebody who be our desire neglect us and
All of your friends support that person to be separated with us

And I know we will never get along untill I passed away
And I just need you
But they give the pains more
They make us be more separated
And never support myself

This is a small group that separated us formally
This is not by feeling but this is
All I forced to do
Because most of them has no heart for me
No one wants to be separated
And I know all my desires is beside you

most of my friend never support
You just hurt me and teased me
Is that proper if I still call you
as my friend
I think everyone that not support you and just burrying all of your desires
Is not your friend
Because soon they gonna find
burrying a lot of gold is
Same like you jump in front of
the fire then you closed your eyes

So forced I stand in this group
Formally but this is everything
That should be passed
Even though I feel forced
Pressured all the time
When I see your town
I cannot hold this feeling
Just say
I just forced forced and pressured
I have a friend in my group
She looks separated with you but she will never because
You respect her a lot
And never look at me
Because she is everything
And I forced to do this

YOU’RE THE COLDEST

Why should all my walls
Painted by my tears
Cause no one can be stand
Near to a person who cold as you are
And if those ices be who we are
You will be the coldest one

I open all my photo albums
And no one was watching
I was crying and flasback until the snows gone
I said something because
I want to be the story that you made
I said hello and stand there
On the ground
And you never answer it
You’re the coldest

Could you greet me, friend?
Draw a smile on your face
But it will never come
Because we will never get along
Like those story that I made
Last year
I just think that we are same
But I am the worst
You’re the coldest thing in my life

You said that I should be putted away
Just like the coldest story that we made
Neglect me and you will walk away someday
Like an illusions that I can make it real
This is too cold place
And you left me there

No one can be cold like you are
These photos is the answer
You never care about me
You don’t want to see
the way I act in these spaces
I just see you will be colder
Colder and someday
you will gone

You are the coldest one
You’re the highest mountain
that I will never stand on the peak
Because you’re the coldest one
And you will never change
Although the day begin
in your life
You’re so cold
I never know

THE HUNTER

Restless lying in my bed
Pillow in my eyes
Around in my chest
I like hunters
Chasing your shadow
I missed
Removing a thousand bullets
Bolted to the blue sky
The wind playing in the branches of a guava
jumping on my home page
Boisterous in my soul
Outside the sky was gray
And the rain came ambush
I lost your tracks
I was cold and frozen

“The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!”

The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!

Sweet voice, sweet lips, soft hand, and softer breast,

Warm breath, light whisper, tender semi-tone,

Bright eyes, accomplish’d shape, and lang’rous waist!

Faded the flower and all its budded charms,

Faded the sight of beauty from my eyes,

Faded the shape of beauty from my arms,

Faded the voice, warmth, whiteness, paradise –

Vanish’d unseasonably at shut of eve,

When the dusk holiday – or holinight

Of fragrant-curtain’d love begins to weave

The woof of darkness thick, for hid delight,

But, as I’ve read love’s missal through to-day,

He’ll let me sleep, seeing I fast and pray.

Love Explained

Guy calls the doctor, says the wife’s

contractions are five minutes apart.

Doctor says, Is this her first child?

guy says, No, it’s her husband.

I promise to try to remember who

I am. Wife gets up on one elbow,

says, I wanted to get married.

It seemed a fulfillment of some

several things, a thing to be done.

Even the diamond ring was some

thing like a quest, a thing they

set you out to get and how insane

the quest is; how you have to turn

it every way before you can even

think to seek it; this metaphysical

refraining is in fact the quest. Who’d

have guessed? She sighs, I like

the predictability of two, I like

my pleasures fully expected,

when the expectation of them

grows patterned in its steady

surprise. I’ve got my sweet

and tumble pat. Here on earth,

I like to count upon a thing

like that. Thus explained

the woman in contractions

to her lover holding on

the telephone for the doctor

to recover from this strange

conversational turn. You say

you’re whom? It is a pleasure

to meet you. She rolls her

eyes, but he’d once asked her

Am I your first lover? and she’d

said, Could be. Your face looks

familiar. It’s the same type of

generative error. The grammar

of the spoken word will flip, let alone

the written, until something new is

in us, and in our conversation.

THE RAIN

When it fell down
Seems like flashback to the old times
When happy, distressed moment
Either happiness or sorrow

I remember
When we joked together
When we laughed together
Even, we get caught in rain
That was awesome, cause i’m together
With my beloved people

I remember
When we quarreled
When we mad together
No one wants to budge
It’s like misery.

True love stories never have endings

The only true love is love at first sight, second sight, until the sight of death
Be as You wish to seem

Return is a beautiful word for them who know the way to go home

Wisdom begins in wonder

The things that we love tell us what we are

Love is intangible asset that cannot be appear but worthy
We all need each other, so do not hurt the people that care about you

Love is the beauty of the soul

You can give without loving, but you can never love without giving

Love is the power to see similarity in the dissimilar
Faith makes all things possible but affection makes anything easy

The beginning is the most important part of work

Love is when you meet someone who tells you something new about your self
Silence is a source of great strength
It’s love, not reason, that’s stronger than death

Love is space and time measured by heart

Come live in my heart and pay no rent

Sometime full of hatred describe a deep feeling of affection

Love is not something you find, it’s something that find you
Happiness is a direction not a place

When ambition ends, happines begins

You will find only where you may show your self weak without provoking strength, that’s LOVE

What is love? It is the morning and the evening star.

Faded (Alan Walker with Iselin)

You were the shadow to my light
Did you feel us
Another start
You fade away
Afraid our aim is out of sight

Wanna see us
Alive
Where are you now
Where are you now
Where are you now
Was it all in my fantasy

Where are you now
Were you only imaginary
Where are you now
Atlantis

Under the sea
Under the sea
Where are you now
Another dream

The monsters running wild inside of me
I’m faded
I’m faded
So lost
I’m faded
I’m faded
So lost
I’m faded
These shallow waters, never met

What i needed
I’m letting go
A deeper dive
Eternal silence of the sea

Alive
Where are you now
Where are you now
Under the bright
But faded lights
You set my heart on fire

Where are you now
Where are you now
Where are you now
Atlantis
Under the sea
Under the sea
Where are you now
Another dream
The monsters running wild inside of me

I’m faded
I’m faded
So lost
I’m faded
I’m faded
So lost
I’m faded

The Lowly Proletarian

That is the lowly proletarian head
hung on the wall as if she were alive,
That piece of such body, now, My fellow’s hands
Drew a full-bleed-sword, and there she stands.
Will’t please you stand and look at her? I said
that’s “My superiority” , for never understand
a low man like you that execution,
The foolishness of her earnest manner,
But to myself they turned (since none dare
to see The punishment I have drawn for you)
And seemed as they would ask me, if they durst,
How such a glance came there; so not the first
Are you to turn and ask thus. My queen, ’twas not
Her face doesn’t seem to show regret, called the spot
Of joy into the girl’s smile; perhaps
my headsman failed to say, “Her collar
Over the girl’s neck too much,” or “Hanging
Must never hope to reproduce the faint
Half – flush that dies along her throat,” Such stuff
Was courtesy, she thought, and cause enough
For calling up that spot of joy. She brought
to me – how shall I say? – such as a disgrace,
a lowly proletarian like her; she didn’t realize
with whom she stood, and how high did she step.
Sir, you knew! My son has fallen on her chest,
The only one of my little bright jewel,
A tangled weed with some officious fool
Broke in the shack for her, the white pale face
She rode with my highborn son – all and each

Would draw from her alike the fully embarrassment,
Or her touch, at least. I have warned, but she declined
Somehow – I know not how – as if she ranked
My pride of a seven descendants old name
With same anybody’s level. Who’d stoop to blame
This sort of trifling? Even had you pure
In deeds – which I have not – to make your will
Quite clear to such a body, and say “awfully cruel
Or that in you disgusts me; here you miss,
Or there got beyond hers ” -and if she knew
Herself and did an opposite manner
her idiocy would, forsooth, be excused-
But she went so far; and I surely choose
Never to forgive. Oh sir, she smiled, no doubt,
When’er I looked her; she always passed with my
son’s hand in her clench. This grew; I gave commands;
Then her smiles stopped at once. There her head
hung as if alive. Will ‘t please you rise your head?
and never give such mourning. I repeat
The belly of my white great Begugha
Is more important than you just stand there
I prepare for highest dowry of mine;
Though your fair daughter’s self, as I avowed
At starting, is my object. Nay, we’ll go
through my palace to my hall, sir. you know
Kekuk Suik is such a man of rarity,
Which another king will be kneeling at me!

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