i want to see all of you

from the rearview mirror

as i'm driving away

and find out how that feels

believing in fairies left wendy broken on the ground,
pixiedust-less

why did you have to believe, wendy?

why did you have to believe?

whydidyouhavetobelieve?

why

       did

           you

                 believe,

                              wendy?

the childhood monsters

the best bad people you'll ever meet

the things that float up in the air

the people who got your back

the same ones who miss you

the pink elephant in the room

the exact spot where the hot-air balloon was supposed to land

the mango tree, oh,
the mango tree--
the home 

and the tyrant

like the strawberry seeds

crunched under my teeth

or the rainbow-splashed beams

from the cheap toy sold

on a parking lot outside a concert

like the first drag of cigarette

after you lit it on your own

like a nice, long-awaited sneeze

followed by three more

like a new, unpopped bubble wrap

and no one to share with

like a good drunk

and no hangover

like pink smarties

because M&Ms don't have pink

like singing out loud

as if no one's around

that, plus dancing around

in my underwear

like finding a good sunglasses

like a thousand pairs of new shoes

like running around in the rain

and then laughing my ass off

like my own admiration

for me

like yours

for you

like me

and you

i

love

you.

-2008

pandora

one-button-eyed teddy halted her 

fuzzy pink bunny caused a stir 

raggedy ann parted from rag-andy 

cornered her and tried to offer candy 

really, we all have tried our best 

the retired fool even tried to, well, jest 

united, we fought and sent SOS through the static 

each and every one of us, broken toys in the attic 

even the sandman with a hole on his bag 

used up his very last drop, that poor ol' rag 

we're sorry, but there is nothing we can do 

for we have stalled while she was waiting for you 

poor girl, she thought it was the pirate's chest 

filled with treasures, pretty dresses and zest 

but now the demon has come back to claim 

a part of her that you can never, ever, tame 

[14 oct 09 - 3.31 pm] 

 

riddle me we

here's the next part
of the lovely maze we are
you go this way and i go that
and never mistake it for goodbye

tracing walls with our left hands
you with the stars, and i the breadcrumbs
two lost children
how can we know for sure?

the sun set and shadows gone
and fireflies playing hide and seek
(some shimmery undecipherable language we see)
yet your heartbeat's clapping with mine

a wonderful confusion we be
here to get lost to get found
barefooted and bare hearted
we finally meet at where we part



*a long overdue collaboration with the great nurk

the road

the pale orange afternoon ray
trickling down
our hands making waves
alongside as the car rides on
to the promises of the shore
that we foresaw on
the vignetted photographs
of the life we've always wanted
the home -- finally,
our home


get here soon, i'm saving you a seat

the show

i remember the midnight show
from my front porch
i remember the fading stars
the winking night lights
from rare sightings of aeroplanes
and how in our heads
it was u.f.o. wars,
a fire-breathing godzilla
tiny robot soldiers--wearing parachutes

the nights are nothing but stellar now
and the aeroplanes,
you wouldn't believe
what kind of make believe 
from our heads we would relieve
and the rhymes we would sing
from all the kites
and the unnoticed balloons

but they're not you here
and they can't see the dragonflies
flying beside the aeroplane
the rainbow-coloured aliens
fighting the green monster
and the manatee...




ps.
what. a. waste.
come home now.
be it you, or me.

5-7-5

Lately I've been writing some haikus. Or at least I hope these are haikus. Here are four:


jalan ke rumah
tempat balon udara
mendarat, pelik

~~~

road trip melodies
trying to chase moving train
you should've been here

~~~

the delicate lace
the inevitable stain
not careful enough

~~~

unicorns are real
and now, front row at front porch
godzillas' dance off

asa

di celah keluh kesah kau dan aku
jangan lupa sempatkan gelak
di antara detak detik yang mengantar kita berputar kembali
jangan pernah lupa di awal
kita juga anak-anak berlarian

little reminder for us busy robots

A love letter for Peter

In the madness of a ticktocking crocodile
The commutes between second star and the Darlings' aisle
I sure do hope we can still steal some time
Roam the sea for an adventure, a kiss, and a rhyme
Play some pranks to Captain and Smee
We do believe in fairies, don't we?



-W.

mr. pirate

mister pirate says "hi,
matey, kiss your girl goodbye
i'mma take 'er away
you better start yer pray"

mr pirate promises me
hidden treasures and adventures
he gets down on one knee
"you'll be happy," he assures

and as i come near
i see the pirate and not you
but well, lookie here
see beneath the goatie glue

out with the eye patch
wooden leg and the hook
when all is snatched
left a smile with a crook

beneath the cockatoo parrot
surely i will definitely say
that you are the pirate
who stole my heart away

[16 June 2008]

the hopefuls are
sitting ducks
to weary hostility

pulang

pulang selalu jadi masalah
pencarian panjang sebuah rumah
dan saat kau pulang sendiri
apakah itu bisa dibilang
bahwa kau telah pulang?

*Picture is taken from and made by the talented Mr. Yoshimoto Nara.

Sudahlah
Pulang
Makananmu sudah dingin

walk on

do you still have demons in your head?
tucked into the battlefield in your bed?
have you won the battle and lost the star?
have you tried carefully veiling the scar?

of when you accepted and said goodbye
of when you made the vow of no more cries
some felt nothing and felt so free
some bit the bullet and buried the key

but in the end, when daylight's gone
we smile, we stand up, and we walk on

*for those who aren't defeated by yesterdays

a happy ending

is a happy beginning
orchestrated with music
that makes your smile sing
and all your inside tick

and the beat of the drums
matches your heart, matches mine
and the fairies of sugar plums
they sparkle the stars align

hello mr. magpie, how is your wife
no one for sorrow, no ill-fated life
a near dragonfly and a distant aeroplane
they look the same, you are not insane


and a happy ending is a happy beginning

Instead of doing my job, I visited Nandia's blog and found out about this madlib-poem generator. So, instead of doing my job, or writing my own piece, I tried out the site. And ta-dah. So this is what it would've been like if Ms. Plath and I had ever crossed path. Pretty words, grammatical errors and typos =D


beautiful butterflies's beautiful butterflies
I love my poetrys and all the spirit unlocks process;
I sparkle my chemistrys and all is beam again.
(I bang I drown you up inside my clove ring.)

The secret doors go bruiseing out in jaded and stellar,
And magnificent treasure box illuminates in:
I dwell my jeweled crown and all the debauchery cherishs city lights.

I adoreed that you blasted me into canope of stars
And grab me fabulous, dissolveed me quite fine.
(I bang I drown you up inside my clove ring.)

vanity hugs from the fingertips, owl's robots bless:
entwine heart and balloons's zest:
I dwell my jeweled crown and all the debauchery cherishs city lights.

I mended you'd read the way you disentangle,
But I vanish vast and I squeeze your ghosts.
(I bang I drown you up inside my clove ring.)

I should have radiateed a orchestra instead;
At least when music answers they sprinkle back again.
I dwell my jeweled crown and all the debauchery cherishs city lights.

(I bang I drown you up inside my clove ring.)

- Runi & Sylvia Plath

Create Your Own Madlib on LanguageIsAVirus.com

basket & blanket

you can never know
when ants come to bite
or when dark clouds show up
and there's heavy rain to fight

but there are better days
of rainbows coloring the ray
of the orchestra of flowers,
flutters, sparks and drizzles

i look silly in my round hat
you do too in your napoleon
make believe of European summer
costumes and props, all in neon

and they say we're old-fashioned
true, we are, but also in passion
up and down or light and dark
you and i are a picnic in the park

mind dance

a tap on my window
a tap on my heart
you climbed up the willow
you pulled the shades apart

a tap on your window
a tap on your heart
secrets are kept i know
your sheer poetry, your art

a tap on my door
a tap on your head
a truth or a lore
not to be misread