CATCH OF MY BREATH

Winter is on my area conflict, are intimated with the gray clouds sky.  Cold and freeze are alike military faces. Covering the war conflict would not ended. I walk down throughly snow way of heroic path to find the best patriotic thought. Looking at sorrow of delight, the people runs to anywhere, everywehere, without a friend and family. A bomb falls down to the white ground. Explosion and frighten. The situation becomes chaotic, there is no one way out of white flag symbolic. Stucking at red field blood by the pieces of body light. Crying and screaming are hollowing voices, needs some helper to stop the war fight. This condition looks as tragedy pile, to get the worthy of state freedom awhile.

A green tank crosses the street. Driving the power stir of greaving. Two snipers get steady in gun position should be shooting the enemies who looks like sarcastic smiling face. Their eyes keep on watching, full of ready to be sharpening and investigating.

What I do is for humanity to be a doctor of human’s devotion. So many times I have to face the war conflict, hurry up with helping hand. This is where I belong and this is what I have to stand for. It was not easy but it is struggling. Seeing suffer was normally, could not go away and must be closer way. At moment, the house of red brick pallete was smashed by the rudal explosion. Harmful of scaring blurry. Shading by ammunition fog and blood scented. I hear to somebody speak softly, slowly in hurtpain echoing. “H-e-l-p...M-e...” whispering. Running faster penetrates the white light.

[This fiction story dedicated for devotion people in war conflict and purposed to The Build Your Own Blog New Writer Scholarship Competition 2015]

          

Picture Of Refugee

i saw a newsticker on the television headline

talking about immigrant tantalize

running from tankful of ice cream hopes

tarry into creamy movement

i saw chocolate brown melting from their eyes

making their hopes to become tallow

showing some sweet of tartness at their face

in the tantrum of journey

commercial breaks to be helping

for finding a better place of restless home

i saw them among stranded harlem

with the exodus shalom

 splited like a hotdog slices foam

tarantula becomes  a good friend

blue water becomes free thirstyfull

pictures of refugee was so sadnessfull

long pause,

i change the channel


[Act Of Bones Poem Collection]

A METROPOLIS CITY (A JOURNEY NOTE)

A metropolis city is a place where I belong. Whole years splendid by time and space. The city masquerade are invisible by dramatic, hectic and interest. That is what we called a metropolis city where the heart place of a state. Never think will be staying here altogether with glory resonance of the city. Just imagine should be alive by human activities.

The city is reasonable. The busy hours are promising. The space is demanding. Yeah, a place you can find your luck to be success or failure. Many screams of humans’s speak loudly surrounds me singing a song of lunatic lyric. Should be staying alive here with whole name of prestige or could be not restless behalf of unlucky name as alive tag. It consists of how you can feel to survive here without doubtless, but glorious.

This is where I stand to be alive. When the life is choosen nobody could be deny it. A metropolis teaches how to be struggle to see an eye of masquerade city. People gets rush by hours. Dream comes true as respiration. The street has got their own name of faith and survive. Illusion became entertaining situation, and lunatic is accompany friend. It is wild and sentimental world.

ROSE

Her name is Rose, the combination of beautiful creature and sharpen thorn. The beauty without hidden traps. Looks in sincerely and mystery. Thorn is not as a enemy, its just a friend protection of her existance. The mystery sphere shadows her elegant spathe which surrounds the sweet crown. A magical shapes sees me around. The sharpen thorn does not kill you as poison touch, but leads on you with romantic pouch.

DEEPEST SEA [A FLASH STORY]

June noted on my sandbox. Full of  sorrow and sandy. Minutes was leaving without starsea shinning. Could not imagine he was dumping here, alone at the sandland called hollow. Thought starsea will be accompany my life until the end of the world. Neverthless, it was just dellusion and hazeness. The weight of emptiness steps crack on my days by blue colour. Sweetiest is alike sugar which spreading on my sand table. Beauty is alike coral fishes which swims on the underwater of deepest sea. Every feeling became ironic and tragic through  the heavy days. 

Days lefted slowly, still dizzy with lunatic memorize of the story. Latte coffee stands bravely on the wood table. Making new glory of remaining stable. A thousand memory slipped away by Giordano smeels. Mysterious in scented, gets creepy  in veins tranfusion.

KISS THE TEARS

stand at the blurry corner
side to side by darkness venue inside
speak softly through whole thorn
tears down creeping from my eyes brown
as like a secret diamond glowing from the earth ground

breathing, neverthless to mourn
blocking and to lock
kind of symbol of wreckless
painful writes down wildness
yapping as a dog on the black cage
wrinkling with embroidery yarn
wild and twits
kiss the tears

BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE

faith street looks so busy
getting rush in hours and activities
people walks at two side of street line
headed down to their's feet
smile up with shinning white teeth
beautiful gesture with various hopes
among black and white destiny blast
return to be someone good
talk to hide groan
stairing as like as werewolves eyes
whenever action becomes unless satisfaction
they could be through by the right
without something to be proud
just showing face's pride

SILENCE

try to walk away
from edges road
to long bridges

affection through impression
catch to breath
lock on silence

CATCH MY BREATH [A Flash Fiction Story]

Winter is on my area conflict, are intimated with the gray clouds sky.  Cold and freeze are alike military faces. Covering the war conflict would not ended. I walk down throughly snow way of heroic path. To find the best patriotic thought. Looking at sorrow of delight, the people runs to anywhere, everywehere, without a friend and family. A bomb falls down to the white ground. Explosion and frighten. The situation becomes chaotic, there is no one way out of white flag symbolic. Stucking at red field blood by the pieces of body light. Crying and screaming are hollowing voices, needs some helper to stop the war fight. This condition looks as tragedy pile, to get the worthy of state freedom awhile.

A green tank crosses the street. Driving the power stir of greaving. Two snipers get steady in gun position should be shooting the enemies who looks like sarcastic smiling face. Their eyes keep on watching, full of ready to be sharpening and investigating.

What I do is for humanity to be a doctor of human’s devotion. So many times I have to face the war conflict, hurry up with helping hand. This is where I belong and this is what I have to stand for. It was not easy but it is struggling. Seeing suffer was normally, could not go away and must be closer way. At moment, the house of red brick pallete was smashed by the rudal explosive. Harmful of scaring blurry. Shading by ammunition fog and blood scented. I hear to somebody speak softly, slowly in hurtpain echoing. “H-e-l-p...M-e...” whispering. Running faster penetrates the white light. 

LOVE

Love walks elegant in the hectic stores. Full of brand and pricetag get filled in. Wearing white cardigan and blue wedges shoes suitable with the noon at moment. Casual, beauty, and a little bit glamour by natural smoke eyes make-up. Love looks so familiar behalf of faith street name. Sliding so slowly through the person name. If Love is a sweet sin divine, ready to be the sweet diviner. 

Let the stressed on it, "will be the sweet sinner of it."

"Ouch, the sound is interesting..."says Love to herself.

Want to wrap the love sets by the gold paper, in the person paper's store. Glamour in packaging and having name label in. The song of love ryhme plays around with the sweetiest lyric gets hypnotize of herself. The person voice sings in misery in mocking lyric style, but it describe the love feels inside. Different and shallow. Get out to go, however not already to go. Love may be the sweet monster if you command to be right lover. Actually, love the way when the love person lies because the gold of love comes true delivery by the tries. 

The noon could be rain. The feeling could be mixed of hectic reaction inside, morever the desire is still needing to be alive. Love knocks at blue's door. Getting to come in, unfortunely she slams the door to be open in. The temptation desire was making her hurt with  thousand words of denying files. So hurt as like as knives slightly on her veins.

Love is only to say "Just, staying out there! Your boundary was not here, did not belong here...."

"More than you know, loving you is a pain that have to be free for making you free."

You might be having nice suit clothes in the eyes and looking good by magical ryhme of sweet temptation. Neverthless, your action was not describing that you are loving Love much.

"Can I have your name, sir?, ask Love to stationery keeper

"If the love greets desire, I will be call on your heart name, someday." Love whispers through the keeper's ears with classy walking out.

*breaking noon [splash] 110215

TO THE WORD HAS TO KNOW

word is a font
type,
write,
publish

word is an imagine
describe,
illusion,
deliverance

word is a masquerade
delouse,
delude,
deluxe

word is who you are
empty,
happy,
hollow,
sorrow

that is word
the symbol of magnificence of font
similiar - familiar

to explain,
to express,
to expose

welcome to the word has to know

*moonstone 240115

THE HIDDEN EYES [LOCKED UP]

maybe, you are not to see

but,

i will be

to see

the hidden eyes of knowledge

*moonstone 210115

Hidangan Rindu

Di meja berlapis sutera putih ini tersedia hidangan. Berbentuk penuh tanpa memiliki warna hanya aromanya tercium dan terasa. Bentuknya unik, tergulung-gulung berhiaskan taburan gula putih halus ditiap sisinya. Terlihat cantik dan menawan. Tersaji dalam bakul berlapis emas yang berkilauan. Jumlahnya banyak tak terhitung. Tersusun rapih diatas tebaran bunga mawar nan rupawan.

Secawan anggur merah ikut menyertai. Membawa hangat romansa malam ini. Cairannya memang menggiurkan sebagai pelepas dahaga kerinduan. Lengkap sudah hidangan tersedia dihadapan. Menambah nutrisi jiwa kepedihan. Terhenyuh dalam rintihan. Melenguh lirih bertelekan kerinduan.

*Jak_town

A WOMAN BLESSED

gotta running out night's tough

the world seems so high demanding star

venus is still my symbol sky

looks mysterious in eloquent style

if the loneliness is treasuring line

why does the happiness lost in traffic mind

sometimes unreal

but, it looks sweet fearness

it is a real

but, it is not effectiviness

being woman is a blessed

as a nasty car makes something amaze

just be woman effeminacy blast

it was a blessed creating last

*King_Town 20115

WHEN THE STREET HAS A NAME

walking down at shine avenue

cross the line of living new
treasuring side by people's street revenue

it is a mysterious way of atmosphere venue

some people rushes in hurry

get the blurry imagine of flurry

reduce their scary, gets a high of dreamy

and the other look calmness in obviously
step easily gets a high in fantasy
when the street has a name

*Jak_Town [30/11/14]

WORLD OF ROAD

Summer comes, sun shines on my world

Walking through in the empty road

Beautiful days on my world

But, it has not beautiful life in my road

The road seems to be further

The sun seems to be a friend

The day seems to be long

But, the beautiful seems to be gone

I do not know where to find this life road

I just know, summer comes through my world

I do not know why to empty on my world

I just know, beautiful life gone through my road

*The Jak_Town, september 5th 2014.Health*

MENUNGGUMU, DISINI

Rasa rindu merengkuh manja

Merintih pilu dibalik sukma

Rapuh ku disini bersama mimpi

Bagaikan pengembara yang merana sepi

Disini, ditempat sepi ini

Kucoba bangkit dan tegar berdiri

Menunggumu disini, ditempat ini!

#trudy_ana, August 29th,14

  dawn staire

COLD 

It was still dawn here,

in the boring sphere

The room was cold,

As cold as my hold

Figure out your hold,

block out my wall

Haunt out your warm, rise out my cold

*Jakarta, August 25th, 2014 - trudy ana*