My Friend's....

Who...what?
who?
who am i?
i ask that to you.
what am i?
do i exist?
what for?
we exist because others acknowledge us.
and if not?
how...what?
do you acknowledge me?
if you dont?
how do i exist???
and if you do
what do i exist as?
a tool?
a puppet for your strings?
do you see me for who i am?
or do you see me for what i am?
for what i can do?
and talks and question and argument about existence....
useless, pointless, aimless, nonsense!
perhaps we all don't exist.


that poetry not mine, but belong to my friend (i can't write the name cos i even not ask for her permite), and for the picture also.
i hope she don't mind i publish her "artwork".

hell yeah, even i have friends.....????

An Arson

finally free my mind again. after being used by this cruel world i demand a freedom space where any values doesn't exist n i can even sink in the cloud of my own.

hey...makhluk lumpur
aku tak pernah seperti itu
aku hanya takut...
takut pada bayanganku
tak pernah tertangkap, tapi menghantui sampai jarum hulu.

what... he steal my story. i was thinking to doing that so you'll understand that i'm still here n unchangeable.

yap, aku terkadang heran
DIA merancang tubuh yang terbelenggu aspek psikologinya
sebuah sugesti untuk terus bertahan hidup di atas tanah
tapi tetap, pertanyaan yg tak pernah ada menuntut sebuah jawaban

i was force to being a human that think systematically, like a stupid machine
but in reality my mind is a mess as mandala airplane crash down on the soil of north sumatra

sampai jumpa lagi kawanku
semoga waktu belum terlalu angkuh
untuku berada di kapalku
arungi sekali lagi celah di lautan berpeluh