Graymark's Scribble

I saw the roots crawling on the ground Cradling up to the old trunk by themselves I sat there, my back leaning on the surface, rough against my skin Branches so long to sprout thousand leaves Green sheets above as my shield The roof was filled with blooming white blossoms, struggling against the blowing wind Summer breeze sent it's greeting Sweet scent of sun and buds Drifted my consciousness away to the dark My time and existence was vague As time flew, earthy scent replaced the crisps Buds started to wither away like a rain What once green appeared much tanner As I opened my eyes to witness that the flowers bloom only to wilt

Dusty dark attic had lighted up Card boxes scattered across the surface Sunrays illuminating a part of wooden tile through the small window Decayed books and framed pictures filled the mouldering shelf against the wall Step by step All the memories creeping in like a documentary That petite figure vividly formed in his vision 'Greeting, old friends!' Shining dust followed that figure around Mesmerizing as always, as it was in the past His childhood love, one who refused to leave his consciousness The tinkling sound of that tiny creature would stayed in the back of his mind Sound of the past Sound of his childhood Sound of innocent love

Rows of shelf stand its ground Inhale, intoxicating odor fille the air as the ancient corpus wide opened Sheets was once striking pale now appeared brown and rigid Scribbles and sketches filled the surface of the language one cannot decipher Turned the pages then Belle letters presented its strength Capturing youngs' mind Astonished the old soul Words of wisdom one could tell Former creator left its legacy by wrinkled hands once dancing with his quill Absorbing reality into dream Imagined one who lived a thousand lives rather than lived in just one

Luka itu ada tapi tak nampak. Impian besar itu tertahan restu sang bunda. Tetap ditempat menjadi suatu keharusan. Atau bahkan keterpaksaan. Berjalan melawan arus idealisme sosial tidaklah mudah. Kebahagiaan bagi orang lain belum tentu bahagia untuknya. Definisi bahagianya berbeda. Luka menganga itu digores dalam dengan hadirnya cinta yang fana. Kedua buah cinta yang seharusnya direngkuh saat ini hanya terjadi didalam mimpi. Sumber bahagianya direnggut laki-laki yang tak punya hati dan mau menang sendiri. Cinta kasih itu perlahan kehilangan arti, menyisakan jati diri dan satu mimpi. Ketika kesembuhan hati didukung penuh sahabat karib, sedikit luka terobati. Namun masalah akan selalu menghantui. Janji yang terlanjur dilontarkan itu harus ditepati. Berdiri di persimpangan seorang diri tak membuatnya berkecil hati. Seorang perempuan kuat lainnnya pernah berujar,  perempuan memiliki pilihan karena ia memiliki kesanggupan untuk menjalani semuanya. Pilihan bukanlah penghalang untuk men...

Greeting to the darkness When peace might found Denial comes from the other side Solitude creeping in, clawing out to the within Daunting to shift Blinded by lucid companies Conscious of tiniest sound, even the voiceless Stand the ground, stand the agony The eye of heaven is ascending Sweeping away the cavity Colour filling the pattern Divine form dusting blindness As the golden hour rise above the ground

Can you tell I am scared They are all eyes Pinning me to the edge all those eyes, empty I am motionless in the corner They are all everywhere following every steps I make Can you see I am scared They are all lips cannot even stop murmuring Any seconds they are shouting spitting words I do not understand My ears bleeding They are deafening Those voices they spit words everytime I breathe I stand in the corners Soundless, silent no matter what They will not stop

The glass shall shattered as you tightened your grip The water you dissipate doesn't even quench your thirst count, still, count for a moment Is there anything you miss seems like you did What if it was poison A diluted poison Tormenting you from within slowly, still Derived from the core spreading, counting, still gripping your heart shall not help Clutch on your head was futile Scream instead... even your voice failed you now you know how does it feel

It was there, standing over the edge As it hesitating, left you lodge eyes dancing pass the void The cave flee open, being steady on the porch No other way would cause you pain the feeling of debilitating that is companions immobile each your side fisting, tightened, release Commandments has been recited Guts left swither, waiting, counting Main source of power debating 'What if' Question asked how will it synced Time deprive roots Dissipating cave, crumbling it to the abyss Remain unsung, buried beneath the ashes