Poem : Howling to the Moon

When the night falls,

And the moon shines,

The wolves started to howl.

They howl, howl, and howl.

They howl to the moon.

They howl to their moon!

To let the moon know,

They all need her now.

It’s the moon!

It’s their moon!

They howl to say,

They can not stay.

They want to be up there,

They want to be with her!

‘Cause it is the moon!

She IS their moon!

~swt”~

Poem : Past

Past

Past.

Does it hurt?
Past.

Is it still bleeding?

Past.

It’s gone.

Past.

Never to come back.

But.

The scars are here;  

Some heal easily,

But the others just won’t heal.

Past.

About how silly I was.

About how stupid I was.

And the probability of ‘still’.

Past.

Some are like ghost;

They keep you haunted,

Afraid to take another step.

Past.

Future.

Present.

Me.

~swt”~

Poem : Believe

Believe

Have you ever feel...

Like you are unloved,

Like nobody cares about you?

Like...everybody is taking their distance from you?

But, have you ever consider,

That actually, the one making the distance is you yourself;

Consider, that the one who build those walls,

The one that wants to be unwanted is you yourself?

Believe.

Believe in your friends.

Believe.

Believe, that they ARE your friends!

Believe, that they are just waiting for you,

Waiting for you to get up and face the world,

Waiting for you to believe in your ownself.

Waiting, for you to beat the enemy within you.

Believe.

Believe in them.

Like they believe in you.

Believe.

Believe in them.

Like they believe that you will rise eventually

Believe.

~swt”~

Poem : Kuekuatsu (Revised)

Kuekuatsu (Revised)

Moon…

Why,

Why are you so pretty?

And why,

Why do you make me feel so lonely, yet so calm every time I see you?

Moon…

You are so beautiful,

So beautiful that makes you the queen of the night.

While me…

Who am I?

I’m just one lowlife in the universe.

Say, Moon…

Am I Kuekuatsu, a fool who dared to dream about you?

Kuekuatsu, a fool who dared to love you.

Kuekuatsu...

Wolverine...

~swt”~

Poem : Sang Waktu

Sang Waktu

Aku berlari.

Berlari,

Dan terus berlari.

Dan saat kulihat ke belakang,

Pengejarku tidak ada di sana;

Tapi, aku tahu,

‘Dia’ ada di sana.

Menunggu.

Dan terus menunggu…

Hingga aku lelah berlari;

Menunggu hingga aku lengah!

Tapi, satu hal yang tidak kusadari,

Tidak hingga lengan-lengannya menggapaiku,

Bahwa ‘Dia’ sudah ada,

Dan selalu ada di depanku.

Ya, ‘Dia’.

Sang Waktu.

~swt”~