Rabu, 29 April 2015

Working Class.

Being in a working-class band for 7 years, a 3rd year architecture student, and a freelance illustrator have taught me a couple of things about creating art.

You will never be good enough for everybody. 


It was a cold night for these warm hands.
Cracked paints off the walls, the sound of the leafs.

“No." you said it.
I’ve been wanting to hear that all night.
“I don’t want you.”, she said.
Didn’t really have to make you say it.
But I guess I just like the idea of hurting myself,
And the room went quiet, my thoughts went dark.

I’m not thinking clear.
All I can hear was myself.
Most of the words out of my mouth were mostly lies anyways.
Tables turned and I was halfway home.
I asked again, even though I was sure about the outcome.
“Do you really not want me anymore?"

“Do you still feel like it’s the July of ’14"

Kamis, 14 Agustus 2014


How to overcome insecurities?

The questions remain unanswered for years and years for myself.
Overthinking kills you from the inside, slowly, like cancer.

It stays in your body quietly, waiting for its trigger to be pulled--pointing straight to your head.
Knows very well of your fears and doubts. There's no point of running away from it.
Reminding you of how it feels to be alone, to be rejected, and your imperfections.

The only thing that can save you is yourself. It's all in your head.
Playing mind tricks that you--only you who knows the secret behind its illusion.

Snap out of it. You're only going backwards every time you overthink.
Get out of your bed and do something,

Because the world is not going to stop and wait for you.
To get back on your feet again.



Brain, I hate you for making me writing this.

Minggu, 29 Juni 2014

Betrayed by The Sun

I see you cut your hair again.
Have you told anybody about it?
Do you think it's safe now?
Is it safe for me to say that i'm out of the loop, 
I'm out of touch, 
i'm out of things to say. 

I'll let you walk away. 

We talk so quietly. 
You walk so mysteriously. 
Lets get these hearts beat faster tonight.  

We'll stay here if you want to. 
Never ever look back dear.
I’ll think of ways to get to you.
Just to get you back here, back here.

It’s too late to say goodbye.
Never ever look back dear
And when the sun is coming up,
I’ll close my eyes, and dream of you.

We were betrayed by the sun.
And I love the way you pronounce rewind. 
And how the look on your face is a constant reminder that i'm actually dreaming. 

Remember when you told me that you love the smell of my car.
And it’s harder when I fear
I’d paint your skies grey.

Selasa, 20 Mei 2014

Sleeping In.

Sleep has been turned into this one thing I despise.
Since what's left of it is just a free time for my brain.
To rest, to not to think of anything at all.
Until my mind is completely shut down and I'm off to dream.

Days of remembering are over for me.
I'll wait for the sun to be finally awake.
With hopes of starting over,
I'm clinging to this one thing I thought was my home.

With all the disappointments in my life,
I'm actually thankful for everything that i have.
They happened for a reason,
and so did the consequences that come along.

Most days are boring.
Though, it always comes at the end of everything,
and I may be exhausted and weary,
I'd still hate my sleeping time.