Miss you so badly...
Bona Ventura Bowo Kusmanto

Life behind

tahu tidak
dengan memandangmu saja
aku begitu bahagia
tahu tidak
ketika kau ucapkan namaku
kurasa surga di sini
tahu tidak
saat kau berkata tentang apa saja
aku rasa
jantungku tak lagi di sini
aku tidak mengerti
mengapa kau begitu istimewa
aku tak akan mengerti
mengapa kau
aku hanya akan tahu
setiap kumemandang sosokmu
ketika aku mendengar suaramu
saat aku terpesona oleh gayamu
saat itu pulalah jantungku
milikmu, hatiku dalam genggammu
dan jangan kau lepas
biar kau pegang dan terus simpan
karna suatu hari nanti
kau akan mengerti
aku adalah milikmu
meski saat itu aku tak di sisimu
pergi menjauh karna layu
tak kau siram dengan air cinta
kau akan tetap mengerti
aku tak akan pergi
kau genggam aku
dan jiwa ini tawananmu
aku akan pergi
dan kau akan mengerti
rasa ini hanya untukmu
dan aku adalah milikmu...

_anamariaina_
in a paper 02.03.2010

YOURS

Raining outside
Raining inside
Cold outside
Cold inside
Or
Raining inside
Raining outside
Cold inside
Cold outside
It's not about
the rain and the cold
It's about
your heart and your nature...

_anamariaina_
in a paper 22.11.12

Poem

I have one question for you
You know it deep inside
You just refuse to know it
Time is coming so fast
You are ready or not
You have to choose
the answer
Make it sure
You'll not regret it

_anamariaina_
in a paper 22.11.12

Close to You by Olivia Ong

Why do birds suddenly appear
Every time you are near?
Just like me, they long to be
Close to you.

Why do stars fall down from the sky
Every time you walk by?
Just like me, they long to be
Close to you.

On the day that you were born
The angels got together
And decided to create a dream come true
So they sprinkled moon dust in your hair of gold
And starlight in your eyes of blue.

That is why all the girls in town
Follow you all around.
Just like me, they long to be
Close to you.

On the day that you were born
The angels got together
And decided to create a dream come true
So they sprinkled moon dust in your hair of gold
And starlight in your eyes of blue.

That is why all the girls in town
Follow you all around.
Just like me, they long to be
Close to you.
Just like me (Just like me)
They long to be
Close to you.

http://www.justsomelyrics.com/2428827/Olivia-Ong-Close-To-You-Lyrics

bilang

mereka bilang aku wanita
mereka bilang aku jalang
mereka bilang aku budak
aku bilang mereka dewa
aku bilang mereka manusia
aku bilang mereka hidup
kamu bilang aku dewi
kamu bilang aku bintang
kamu bilang aku cinta
aku bilang kamu tampan
aku bilang kamu matahari
aku bilang kamu kasih
berbeda..
hatiku tak akan berkata-kata
hatiku akan bungkam
hatiku hanya akan terluka
ketika si tampan berlalu
hatiku hanya akan layu
ketika matahari berganti
mendung
hatiku hanya akan menangis
ketika kasih pergi
mereka bilang aku wanita
mereka bilang aku jalang
mereka bilang aku budak
dan mereka juga bilang
aku kamu


_anamariaina_
20.11.12

He and I

we spare our time
we share our love
and I thank to GOD
He gives us time to be together
even storm and flood are coming

_anamariaina_
02.11.12

MEMORY

I don’t care. Really don’t care. Everybody is shouting. I fly to that moment, run away from the chaos. That’s the tombstone. Hey, there we were. My ex-boyfriend and I. We quarreled. I waited for his words. He was in silent mode. I was starting to bit him. He was like a statue. I didn’t care, all I knew was I was disappointed. Fast, he kissed me. My first kiss was in front of someone’s tombstone. Sweet. Mint.

          I am surprised, I still remember that kiss. A long time ago, I thought I forgot it. Now, I still remember. Everybody is still shouting. I don’t care and don’t want to care. All I know is his butterfly collection in front of me. All I know is my first kiss at that time and my ex-boyfriend. All I know is the sweet memories we had. All are gone. So, he is.

THE LAST FIGHTER

I am sitting down. Facing the sin in the afternoon, I am thinking. It is like I was a runner in an international competition. I had been preparing myself for years. That race was the one I had known best. I was preparing myself, looked at my competitors. I was very optimistic. Not long waiting and preparing, we were in our positions. The signal gave us order to start the competition. Three counting, I was running. I was running so fast. There was someone in front of me. I could not reach him even though I was running faster and faster. I was down. I was not the one who could touch the shining gold. I was falling down. On the other hand, I did not know why but I still run. I kept running ‘till I came to the finish line. Surprising, I realized it was not me, but hope. 

Picture : http://www.google.co.id/imgres?q=runner&num=10&hl=en&sa=G&biw=1366&bih=677&tbm=isch&tbnid=HAEmG18tCE1seM:&imgrefurl=http://runnerwithoutborders.blogspot.com/2011/03/13-essential-foods-for-go

L.O.V.E

Love is like the sand in the hand...
The more you keep it, the more you loose it.

_Zafran. 5 cm. p.169_

DIALOGUE BETWEEN WIND AND TREE

I had never seen him. So I stared at him, thinking who he is. “Who are you?” asked him. I couldn’t say anything.

“A traveler,” I answered.

“What is that?”

“It’s a person who travels around the world.”

“You see the world? What’s it like?”

I was thinking. What the world is like. Thinking. Thinking. I didn’t find the answer.

“So, what’s it like?”

“What’s it like?” he asked again. And again, I had no answer.

“What’s it like?”

“It’s like what you think.”

Dialogue

So I lived my life alone, without anyone that I could really talk to. That night, I went to sleep on the sand, a thousand miles from any human habitation. I was more isolated than a shipwrecked sailor on a raft in the middle of the ocean. Thus you can imagine my amazement, at sunrise, when I was awaken by an odd little voice.

It said, “What are you doing?”

“Sleeping.”

A long silent between us took me into my sleeping.

“What are you doing?”

“Sleeping.”

“What do you get from sleeping?”

“Time.”

“For what?”

“Dreaming.”

I.L.O.V.E

I love the way you treat me

I love the way you look at me

I love the way you glance at me

I love the way you make me laugh

I love the way you smile at me

I love the way you love me

I love the way you miss me

WIND

It is a common day. I walk from the North to the South, from the West to the East. I move and move, help the birds fly to the warmth place. Smiling to the clouds and giving a morning greeting to the old sea. It is a common day ‘till 7 o’clock. Under her leaves, a girl is sitting in her blue dress. First time I see her, I know I fall in love with her. She is writing something. I come close to her. It is about love and a boy.

She breaks my heart. I have been living for thousand days. I have been living since the earth born. Today is a common day even a girl in her blue dress sitting under the old tree breaks my heart. I just want to show her my love. I move around her, blow her wavy hair, whisper to her: I love you.

I have to go for reasons the earth know them. I walk slowly, help the birds fly, and smile to the cloud. I move from North to the South. From one place to another.

One Morning in Your Love

I wake up earlier. I look at the clock. It’s 7 a.m. I look at the man sleeping on my bed. I never think that I will be his. He is a doctor who has helped me curing my mother. He is the most handsome man in this town for every woman tries to be his girl. He is the most popular man in this town for everyone knows him. He is the best choice of mine for he understands me and accepts me whoever I am. But he is not the best man whom I love in my life. He will never be.

I was young when I first saw that man. He was a soldier, an ordinary soldier from another town. He was in his rest time to cure himself for his chest had been shot by the enemies on the war. That man visited our home in order to amuse himself. He chose me. The first time we met, he looked deep in my eyes, then, he chose me. My mother gave me to him with proud. It was my first time spending my night with a man.

    It was a lovely night. He left in the morning, left me alone on the bed with a kiss before the leaving. In the evening, he drank with his friend on the ground floor of my house, and at night he chose me to accompany him spending his night. That was the same to the other nights. Without a word, he came to our house, chose me, kissed me, and naked me. He was the first man in my life. He was the only person who made me fall in love. Mother always said that we should not fall in love with the man we were sleeping with. But I was too young to understand. I always met him for several months before the war was calling out his name.

I can still feel his kisses, his hands, his skin. I can still hear his voice, his laughing. I always remember what he always whispered to me. Those are gone together with his love. My first man was died, so was my love. I just try to move on, let myself happy without his love, his presence.

I wake up earlier this morning.