Last night, I tasted the stars. Lots of it. They were trapped in the glasses I ordered. They call it rempah. I call it heaven.
Whenever I’m alone in my room, I would take off my clothes and stand before the mirror. I see a very fat guy. I would stare at him like it were another person whom I hate. I called him names. Although in reality, that guy is me, a guy who’s fat no more
It’s the most stupid unsolicited advice I have ever heard in my life. Period.
At the crack of dawn,
Your name is what
The sea hears from
The task of poetry is to defeat the spectre of despair, in an age where people suffering deep inside are struggling to find the words that best describe their state of mind
Just as a painter can’t become one without immersing himself to great works of art, a writer cannot succeed without making reading his religion
terbungkus tirai kegelapan.
berikut angin, mengerang,
menjilat telinga ku
sambil ku bernafas berat