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I used to love the ocean.
Everything about her.

Her coral reefs, her white caps,
her roaring waves, the rocks they lap,
her pirate legends and mermaid tails,
Treasures lost and treasures held…
And ALL Of her fish In the sea.

Yes, I used to love the ocean,
Everything about her.

The way she would sing me to sleep as I lay in my bed
then wake me with a force
That I soon came to dread.
Her fables, her lies, her misleading eyes,
I'd drain her dry
If I cared enough to.

I used to love the ocean,
Everything about her.

Her coral reefs, her white caps, her roaring waves,
the rocks they lap, her pirate legends and mermaid tails,
treasures lost and treasures held.
And ALL Of her fish In the sea.

Well, if you've ever tried navigating your sailboat through her stormy seas,
you would realize that her white caps are your enemies.
If you've ever tried swimming ashore when your leg gets a cramp
and you just had a huge meal of In-n-Out burgers that's weighing you down,
and her roaring waves are knocking the wind out of you,
filling your lungs with water as you flail your arms,
trying to get someone's attention, but your friends

just
wave
back at you?

And if you've ever grown up with dreams in your head about life,
and how one of these days you would pirate your own ship
and have your own crew and that all of the mermaids

would love
only
you?

Well, you would realize…
Like I eventually realized…

That all the good things about her?
All the beautiful?

It's not real.
It's fake.

So you keep your ocean,
I'll take the Lake.


diambil dari novel SLAMMED by Colleen Hoover page 176-178

 

Setitik Cahaya
Oleh Raffael Ricky

Dikala...
Waktu menghela nafasnya
Jiwaku perlahan terengap
Hingga raga ini terdiam sesaat
Diantara batas ruang kekakuan
Ia mengajakku menyisihkan jarum kehidupan
Menguntai sehelai makna
Demikian pianoku

Dikala kemudian...
Aku melihat ke dalam diriku
Pada pigura yang kuciptakan dengan bayang-bayang
Aku melihat setitik cahaya terang singgah di dalam diriku
Menembus batas ruang kekakuan
Yaa... cahayanya seakan ingin mengajakku
Meninggalkan pekatnya kelam di relung kalbu

Lalu jiwaku pun membisikkan secangkir isyarat;
“Aku ingin bersamamu cahaya
Ingin kulepaskan belenggu yang terselubung
Di malam pekat seperti ini
Antarkanlah jiwaku walau itu harus ke ujung dunia
Hidup berdampingan dengan cahayamu...
Melepas kelu lidahku serta menghapus gelak rindu ini
Ku inginkan cahayamu abadi dalam rindu"


Saat mengisyaratkan hasrat
Ragapun berkata pada jiwa;
"Cahaya kecil yang kau isyaratkan itu takkan pernah mendengar wahai jiwa
Karena suara itu tak kau gubah di bibirmu
Namun masih terngiang di dalam hati"

sumber

 

PERAHU

Wahai muda, kenali dirimu
Ialah perahu tamsil tubuhmu
Tiadalah berapa lama hidupmu
Ke akhirat jua kekal diammu

Hai muda arif budiman
Hasilkan kemudi dengan pedoman
Alat perahumu jua kerjakan
Itulah jalan membetuli insan

Perteguh jua alat perahumu
Hasilkan bekal air dan kayu
Dayung pengayuh taruh di situ
Supaya laju perahumu itu

By. Hamzah Fansuri

 

Butterfly you

Butterfly
What a beautiful word
What a delicate creature.

Delicate like the cruel words that flow right out of your mouths
and the food that flies right out of your hands…

Does it make you feel better?
Does it make you feel good ?
Does picking on a girl make you more of a man?

Well, I’m standing up for myself
Like I should have done before

I’m not putting up with your Butterfly anymore
I’d like to extend to others what others have extended to me

Butterfly you, Mrs. Brill.
Butterfly you, Mark.
Butterfly you, Brendan.
Butterfly you, Colby.

I have one thing to say to you
And I’m not referring to the bullies
Or the ones they pursue.

I’m referring to those of you that just stand by
The ones who don’t take up for those of us that cry
Those of you who just…turn a blind eye.

After all it’s not you it’s happening to
You aren’t the one being bullied
And you aren’t the one being rude
It isn’t your hand that’s throwing the food

But…it is your mouth not speaking up
It is your feet not taking a stand
It is your arm not lending a hand
It is your heart
Not giving a damn.

So take up for yourself
Take up for your friends
I challenge you to be someone
Who doesn’t give in.

Don’t give in.
Don’t let them win.

diambil dari novel POINT OF RETREAT (SLAMMED 2#) by Colleen Hoover page 605-612

Spoiler: butterfly you

maaf panjang, tapi saya percaya ini sangat bermakna dalam untuk beberapa orang. maka saya ingin membagikannya di sini.

di dalam novelnya, saat orang ybs berkata:

Butterfly you, Mrs. Brill.
Butterfly you, Mark.
Butterfly you, Brendan.
Butterfly you, Colby.

dia berjalan pada orang2 yang disebutkannya sambil membagikan origami berbentuk kupu-kupu indah pada mereka sebagai tanda cinta. so... sebuah kata bisa jadi kejam dan bisa jadi indah, tergantung niat dan pemakaiannya

 

RAHASIA YANG TAK TERUNGKAP
by Rumi

Apapun yang kau dengar dan katakan (tentang Cinta),
Itu semua hanyalah kulit.
Sebab, inti dari Cinta adalah sebuah
rahasia yang tak terungkapkan.​

 

no title

The heart of a man
is no heart at all
If his heart isn’t loved by a woman.

The heart of a woman
is no heart at all
If her heart isn’t loving a man.

But the heart of a man and a woman in love
Can be worse than not having a heart
Because at least if you have no heart at all
It can’t die when it breaks apart.


diambil dari novel POINT OF RETREAT (SLAMMED 2#) by Colleen Hoover page 365-366

 

Seindah apa pun huruf terukir, dapatkah Ia bermakna apabila tak ada jeda?
Dapatkah Ia dimengerti jika tak ada spasi?
Bukankah kita baru bisa bergerak jika ada jarak?
Dan saling menyayang bila ada ruang?
Kasih sayang akan membawa dua orang makin berdekatan, tapi Ia tak ingin mencekik, jadi ulurlah tali itu..
Nafas akan melega dengan sepasang paru-paru yang tak dibagi..
Darah mengalir deras dengan jantung yang tidak dipakai dua kali..
Jiwa tidaklah dibelah, tapi bersua dengan jiwa lain yang searah..
Jadi jangan lumpuhkan aku dengan mengatasnamakan kasih sayang..
Mari berkelana dengan rapat tapi tak dibebat, janganlah saling membendung apabila tak ingin tersandung..
Pegang tanganku, tapi jangan terlalu erat, karena aku ingin seiring dan bukan digiring.

Dee Lestari - Spasi, 1998

 

I shouldn't be drunk

I shouldn't be drunk
Yeah... i shouldn't, should i?
thinking of your lips
and all the stupid jokes that came from it

I shouldn't be drunk
Yeah... i shouldn't, should i?
blame it on your eyes
blame it on your laugh

I shouldn't be drunk
ah..this is so depressing

 

Mungkin cinta itu harus lama mengenal


Sedangkan aku terlalu cepat


Sama cepatnya dengan bayangmu yg masuk dalam hatiku


Kini entah harus ku lupa bayanganmu itu?


Atau aku biarkan untuk tetap tinggal


Semoga gelap malam bisa mengajariku doa melupakan rasa itu


Agar detak jantungku normal di hadapanmu


Tak lagi bergemuruh agar bibirku tak lagi kelu menyapamu


Ajari aku menjadikanmu biasa!

 

satu
dua
tiga
tetap berhitung
lalu berhenti
tujuh

 

sepi dan sendiri aku benci...

melihat pagi datang dinanti...

bosan aku dengan mendua hati...

hanya dengan dirimu daku kan mnanti...

 

Maybe in another universe, I deserve you
by Gaby Dunn

What if, in another universe, I deserve you?

Hear me out. There’s this philosopher from the 1890s named William James, and he coined this theory about “the multiverse” which suggests that a hypothetical set of multiple universes comprises everything that can possibly exist simultaneously.

Are you following? The entirety of space, time, matter and energy is all happening at once in different timelines: It’s the idea of parallel universes. Right? So okay, let’s presume the multiverse is real.

Well then, maybe somewhere in those infinite universes is one, or several, where I deserve you.

Maybe there’s a universe out there — happening now — where we end up together and when I close my eyes at night, I’m not dreaming the way a normal person would. Instead I’m seeing flashes of our lives in the multiverse. They’re not simple dreams because I miss you, right? They’re scientific, anachronistic visions.

For instance:

In this universe, I don’t want a family, but maybe in another, I’m more of the type to settle down. Maybe there’s a universe where you hold my hand while I give birth to our daughter in a white hospital room with pink flowers and fuzzy teddy bears on the window sill. Where we take family vacations and pose for dorky pictures in our neon bathing suits on the sands of a Florida beach. Where we curl up to watch a cheesy movie at the end of a long day in our big, green, suburban house once the kids have fallen asleep.

Maybe there’s a universe where we are middle-aged and taking our child to college and bickering over where to put her dresser or what posters she should hang up. Where you kiss her on the forehead ‘goodbye’ and we drive home in contented, proud silence, your fingers grazing my knuckles, our wedding rings glistening. Where we both have gray hair and we laugh and smile and hug and drink lemonade on the porch.

Maybe there’s a universe where that’s the life I want. Where I don’t second guess everything and I’m not afraid of commitment and of the future and of love. Maybe there’s a universe without all the noise in my head and the pride that makes me so fiercely independent and the coldness in my heart that I can turn on and off like a security fence.

Maybe there’s a universe where I’m the right person for you. Where I adore every nice thing you did for me without starting to resent you. A universe where you actually end up with someone who appreciates you. Where no one becomes a doormat. Where both of us can shed our baggage and curiosity and issues. A universe where we’re happy — without wondering if that happiness is some messed-up Jenga game ready to topple at the slightest quiver. A universe where we’re comfortable and sure, and we have cats.

Maybe there’s a universe where we fall asleep next to each other every night like spoons, like two innocent bunnies — my face buried in your neck, hugging your warmth — and we both don’t want anything or anybody else. Where we don’t want more, we just want each other.

Maybe there’s a universe where I don’t covet so much all the time and where I’m content and where I don’t wonder about picking up and moving to Japan without saying anything to anyone and where at this very juncture, I can just know I’ll always want to come home and cook dinner with you.

If you think of it all this way, then it’s like neither of us did anything wrong.

You just found me in the wrong universe. That’s all. This is, as they say, the darkest timeline. Everywhere else, nay, “everywhen” else — us in the Civil War, us in Ancient Egypt, us in the swinging ’60s — we are happy.

If this theory holds, well, by the law of averages, there had to be one universe — just this one — where we don’t end up together. Here and now just happens to be it. If you think of it this way, nothing is our fault.

So see, that explains everything. We’re not together anymore because of the multiverse.

Well, isn’t that comforting?

If you’re sad, do like I do and just think of the other ‘verses. The ones where I believe in love and where I don’t hate myself and where I never feel the need to kamikaze relationships. A universe where we can have nice things. It’s helpful, right?

Because you could have loved me forever. And maybe in another universe, I let you.

(x)

 

bump dolo

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The Tay Bridge Disaster
William McGonagall

Spoiler: panjang

Beautiful Railway Bridge of the Silv’ry Tay!
Alas! I am very sorry to say
That ninety lives have been taken away
On the last Sabbath day of 1879,
Which will be remember’d for a very long time.

’Twas about seven o’clock at night,
And the wind it blew with all its might,
And the rain came pouring down,
And the dark clouds seem’d to frown,
And the Demon of the air seem’d to say-
“I’ll blow down the Bridge of Tay.”

When the train left Edinburgh
The passengers’ hearts were light and felt no sorrow,
But Boreas blew a terrific gale,
Which made their hearts for to quail,
And many of the passengers with fear did say-
“I hope God will send us safe across the Bridge of Tay.”

But when the train came near to Wormit Bay,
Boreas he did loud and angry bray,
And shook the central girders of the Bridge of Tay
On the last Sabbath day of 1879,
Which will be remember’d for a very long time.

So the train sped on with all its might,
And Bonnie Dundee soon hove in sight,
And the passengers’ hearts felt light,
Thinking they would enjoy themselves on the New Year,
With their friends at home they lov’d most dear,
And wish them all a happy New Year.

So the train mov’d slowly along the Bridge of Tay,
Until it was about midway,
Then the central girders with a crash gave way,
And down went the train and passengers into the Tay!
The Storm Fiend did loudly bray,
Because ninety lives had been taken away,
On the last Sabbath day of 1879,
Which will be remember’d for a very long time.

As soon as the catastrophe came to be known
The alarm from mouth to mouth was blown,
And the cry rang out all o’er the town,
Good Heavens! the Tay Bridge is blown down,
And a passenger train from Edinburgh,
Which fill’d all the peoples hearts with sorrow,
And made them for to turn pale,
Because none of the passengers were sav’d to tell the tale
How the disaster happen’d on the last Sabbath day of 1879,
Which will be remember’d for a very long time.

It must have been an awful sight,
To witness in the dusky moonlight,
While the Storm Fiend did laugh, and angry did bray,
Along the Railway Bridge of the Silv’ry Tay,
Oh! ill-fated Bridge of the Silv’ry Tay,
I must now conclude my lay
By telling the world fearlessly without the least dismay,
That your central girders would not have given way,
At least many sensible men do say,
Had they been supported on each side with buttresses,
At least many sensible men confesses,
For the stronger we our houses do build,
The less chance we have of being killed.

 

Ketika sedih, aku bersinar bagaikan bintang pagi.
Ketika patah hati, hakekatku justru tersingkap sendiri.
Ketika aku diam dan tenang seperti bumi, tangisku bagaikan guntur yang menggigilkan surga di langit tertinggi.

Jalaluddin Rumi​