percayalah, bukan.

cerita dari seseorang yang asanya mulai pupus


*** ini bukan cerita penulis. ini bukan cerita penulis, ini yang ditulis oleh penulis,
bismaribrahim.

baca dengan pelan.



kadang saat gua ngerasa semua udah benar
dan gua mulai menikmati keadaan
tiba2 gua jatoh dan mulai ga yakin apa semua udah benar atau belum

sebenernya
ga perlu minta kejelasan buat bilang 'oh iya, maaf'
ga perlu minta pengertian buat bilang 'terima kasih'

satu diantara kita harus ngerti, dan gua rasa itu gua
karena gua ga pantes buat minta
gua laki-laki, dan emang itu yang harus gua lakuin

gua tau, tapi sering banget keberanian ini ga muncul
gua laki-laki yang kadang bersikap bukan laki-laki

sedih, tapi apa lagi,
biarin aja sungai ngalir sesuai yang seharusnya
ga perlu berusaha untuk melawan arus, karena memang itu ga mungkin
ga perlu juga untuk berharap lebih, jalan aja terus
karena gua yakin gua bakal tau 'apa dan kenapa' disana

menikmati kesalahan yang udah dibuat, dan menyesal
melihat kenyataan yang memang kadang pahit
tapi memang harus begitu,
karena dengan itulah kejujuran jadi bernilai



ahh, bagian mana lagi dari perasaan gua yang belum gua tulis disini? lo tau?
sisi mana yang belum gua tunjukin ke lo lewat tulisan ini? lo tau?

beri tau gua, dan gua bakal kasih tau lo semuanya. karena ga semua ide muncul waktu gua tulis ini.





sekali lagi, ini bukan cerita penulis, ini yang ditulis penulis,
bismaribrahim.

baca dengan pelan.

paradoks.

ahh...
kalo lo pernah ngerasa marah sama kelakuan lo sendiri, lo ngerasa lo cemen banget buat ngelakuin sesuatu, dan lo nyesel karena ga ngelakuin itu, lo tau apa yang gua rasa sekarang, kayaknya sih lo lo juga sering merasa kayak gini.

bahkan untuk bikin kata-kata yang mau lo ucapin ke seseorang pun lo ga bisa, dan rasanya otak, tangan, kaki, mulut, dan hati semua kerja sendiri-sendiri, ga ada koordinasi. saat sebenernya lo pengen banget buat melakukan itu, tapi tiba-tiba pemikiran lo buyar berantakan, heng, dan rasanya pengen meledak, jadi lo pikir kalo lo mesti cepet-cepet lari, dan dengan larinya lo, lo juga mikir bakal tenang, ya emang bakal tenang, tapi itu cuma berjalan sesaat, setelah itu, kekecewaan lo karena hal itu ga tuntas bakal lebih dalam. dan, salah tingkah.......

terus pertanyaan-pertanyaan atas penyesalan lo keluar meledak membanjiri otak lo yang udah jenuh ga jelas itu, menekan, dan menekan banget. kalimat-kalimat konyol pun keluar.

'ahh, harusnya tadi gua lakuin aja!! tolol banget sih gua.'

'kenapa lo cemen banget sih?!!?! ngomong gitu aja ga berani.'

dan bla bla bla yang akhirnya bikin lo makin gila dan makin ga nemu gimana harusnya lo bersikap.
kalo lo bisa keluar dari raga lo yang lagi gila itu, dan lo lihat gimana lo marah-marah sendiri, jambak-jambak rambut, nahan teriak, dan lain-lain, mungkin lo malah bakal ketawa karena yang lo liat itu sebenernya lucu, tapi lo sendiri ga tau akan kelucuan itu, dan lo terus lari di perasaan kesal lo, berlari makin kenceng sampe ke garis finish lintasan kekesalan lo, tapi semakin kenceng lo lari, garis itu makin kabur, sampe akhirnya lo capek buat terus lari, lo jalan santai sambil ngumpulin tenaga buat lari selanjutnya, dan yang terjadi tanpa lo sadar adalah garis itu udah lo injek sebelum lo mulai lari lagi...


hyuhh..
awalnya gua buat ini cuma untuk nunjukin kalo gua lagi kesel, tapi pas gua lagi ngetik kayaknya kekesalan gua jatuh di tuts tuts keyboard gua, untung mereka ga hidup, mereka bisa teriak-teriak ke gua dan lari jauh dari gua karena kesal di pencet ga make perasaan. hahahaha

full of random questions. just answer if you want..

yes, it's very painful when i see you stare hollowly, swing your hair, try to bank your tears, but i can't give you solutions, even to ask you 'how are you?, what do you feel?'
1. do you know that
it's worse than i got 4 or 5 in my test?
it's worse than if my daddy shout at me?
it's worse than i cook the rice and it's burnt?
2. do you know that your tears will blow out my sun?
3. so how can i see my remaining days clearly when my sun loses its bright light?
4. girl, tell me, do i have to tell you that you're my special pink gem? shining in the dark and very valuable to be owned.
5. don't you know how it's vex for me to be like this? don't you?
i'm always wondering how we should be, how i should treat you.
sometimes i feel like you wanna close, but sometimes you don't.
FILL IN THE BLANK!!
this is the part that i can't tell you now, so i hope you all can fill the blanks right and get what i mean.
[yes . .... you, ... ... .. .... .... of ....... ..... me to .... ..
yes i .... ..... .......... related .. ...
... i ...... ...... that you ... not ....... ... my ......... there]
difficult? if yes, just be my cult so that you can easily know what i am thinking about.

a new post, a new lost!

when i wanna hear the relaxing gurgling sound, i hear the disappointment.

when i wanna step my foot straight, it turns to the right and left.

when i wanna be calm down, my heart is rumbling crazily.

yes, every time i want something, i get what they are not.


so i think it's better for me not to hope you to be by my side,

but if only you are still so far away from me,

i have to realize that























we're not meant to be in any way.

Be Strong!

inspired by a true story of my friend



hey! look at her!
she's fat! she wears glasses!
but she isn't ugly, and she won't be it

she came to this world with her smile
and her smile brought everything we need
she came to this world with her bright light

she made the others happy
she made the others miss her so much
she was being mocked by her friends but she kept her smile for them
her parents love her so much

but her tounge was injuried
she had to drink 11 medicines for her health but she couldn't stand for it
but she wasn't a weak
she didn't wanna be kissed by her younger sister
her mother was taking care of her for 26 days in hospital

then doctor broke her mom's heart
he said that she would be able to eat what she wanted

then the sky seemed so grey, the sea seemed so black

one day,
one of her friend asked her

'hey ki, if someday we die, whom will we meet? is it Allah? is it Buddha? or what?'

then she answered

'i don't know, but my mom and daddy said that every kind-hearted will be lying in heaven.'

she struggled her life, she tried to be strong
and she was really strong, at least for me
but she couldn't ran away from her death
it would come, and it really came

she left everything love her
she left her parents, her most beloved younger sister
she went to somewhere unknown
to somewhere better for her
for every smile she threw
for her next life.










be strong, because everything in this world is really strong
it's something you have to conquer.



i'm sorry if this words don't evoke it's feeling, i just try to find some good word to express it, this is what i've tried.

no..no..no..

ahh, now i'm not in the good mood of blogging. sorry for no update recently, just wait for another next post and read how cool my word is. HAHAHAHAHA

bye.