tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73087674296318713152011-04-21T13:44:03.011-07:00=From One's Heart to Hand, to Hell and Heaven=Zereonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00914967061281064314noreply@blogger.comBlogger91100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308767429631871315.post-87029969010073031842008-11-04T07:57:00.001-08:002008-11-04T08:00:21.930-08:00Dedicated to<br />My first friend<br />Of my new life<br /><br />Entitled<br />Ano Toki-Shuukou No Jikan<br />That time-It is Friendship’s<br /><br />..<br />That time, everyone leave<br />That time, i leave myself<br />That time, no one care me<br /><br />But i keep going<br />Can’t think anything<br />Till i collapsing<br /><br />Where am i?<br />Who am i?<br />What am i doing here?<br />Don’t know, and don’t care<br /><br />I keep going<br />Without thinking<br />Until.. you coming<br />And asking<br /><br />I find myself again<br />Without much pain<br />I can’t believe it<br />You can do it<br /><br />Are you goddess?<br />Or an angel?<br /><br />I’ve come to think ‘bout it<br />Are they even exist?<br /><br />That time,<br />I hear your speaking<br />That time,<br />I realized a thing<br /><br />Don’t care if you god or what<br />I found a more suitable word<br />Fried, with a “n” inside it<br />Before the letter “d”<br /><br />That time,<br />Yes that time<br />If i can give it a name<br />I’ll call it<br />Time of friendship.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7308767429631871315-8702996901007303184?l=zerosword.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zereonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00914967061281064314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308767429631871315.post-33038873257333093762008-11-04T02:53:00.000-08:002008-11-04T05:01:47.374-08:00“we don’t know for what purpose we live<br />But as long as we still alive, we will try to find it <br /><br />We don’t know if all we did<br />Are true or not, we don’t care<br />We just want everyone to know<br />That we are exist, here<br /><br />Even though we hurt someone,<br />We didn’t mean to do that<br />We are still human , afterall <br /><br />Through so many hell,<br />It has been proven that all we did were wrong<br />If that’s truth, then we beg you, please forgive us <br /><br />But if that’s the case, if we can’t do all we can do,<br />How can we express ourself?<br />We just want to proof that we were here, afterall”<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7308767429631871315-3303887325733309376?l=zerosword.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zereonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00914967061281064314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308767429631871315.post-33273863066751311412008-11-04T02:50:00.000-08:002008-11-04T02:51:14.786-08:00Rain falls, so does my doubts<br />Wipes away all my tear<br />That i can’t bear <br /><br />O, the heavy rain<br />Please erase my pain<br />So that i could gain<br />Something without vain<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7308767429631871315-3327386306675131141?l=zerosword.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zereonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00914967061281064314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308767429631871315.post-66227607290566375732008-11-04T02:47:00.000-08:002008-11-04T02:50:22.080-08:00Is there a thing that can be reach by this hand?<br />Is there a good result that can be achieved by my deed? <br /><br />I wonder..<br />Since when did i lose myself?<br />Why i have to suffer like this?<br />Who am i? Where am i?<br />What am i supposed to be? <br /><br />I wonder..<br />Since when did i wonder?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7308767429631871315-6622760729056637573?l=zerosword.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zereonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00914967061281064314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308767429631871315.post-66207469107310483232008-11-04T02:42:00.000-08:002008-11-04T02:46:38.059-08:00I asked my reflection<br />“who are you?”<br />He did the same<br />“are you mine?”<br />He didn’t answer<br />He seem so unfamiliar<br />I rarely see him<br />“you’re weird”<br />“gimme a break”<br />I murmured<br />“is this me?”<br />“i don’t want you”<br />But he is me, i can’t afford it<br />That’s a truth<br /><br />..<br />...<br />“he is ya”<br />A nice word from a nice girl<br />A wise, cheerful, cute girl<br />She have taught me a lot<br />“appreciate him”<br />“he isn’t created to be dumped”<br />“how will yer beloved one recognize ya, if ya even don’t recognize yerself?”<br />“...”<br />That girl..<br />She always be there to cheer me<br /><br />I don’t know what i’m going to be<br />If she doesn’t exist..<br /><br />This is my conclusion<br />Not a fiction<br />But more to a realization<br />Maybe i’ll try to meet him more<br />For myself, who own him<br />Her, who encourage me, and Him, who own me.<br /> <br />I’ll try.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7308767429631871315-6620746910731048323?l=zerosword.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zereonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00914967061281064314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308767429631871315.post-25745686011022258542008-11-04T02:32:00.000-08:002008-11-04T02:39:52.774-08:00“dark”<br />“can’t see anything but dark”<br />“doesn’t matter what i do, eventually i can’t do anything”<br />“everyone blame at me, but i won’t blame anyone”<br />“since there’s no one i can blame on”<br />“why, for what purpose did i exist?”<br />“since what i do is a shame”<br />“..don’t know what to do”<br />“i don’t care anymore”<br />“whatever will be, will be”<br />“i don’t have anything to be done anyway”<br />“..dark, sorrow, vague”<br />“is that all i’ve got all this time?”<br />“is it just that?”<br />“...”<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7308767429631871315-2574568601102225854?l=zerosword.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zereonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00914967061281064314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308767429631871315.post-40631563830959522392008-11-04T00:16:00.000-08:002008-11-04T07:59:53.089-08:00Dedicated to<div>My maybe-never-be-mine</div><div>The one and only Mellisa Karunia</div><div><span class="fullpost"><br /></span></div><div>Remembrance of</div><div>My first true love</div><div>-it’s amor, not eros-</div><div><br /></div><div>Entitled</div><div>Ai No Jikan</div><div>:Moment of Love:</div><div><br /></div><div>-Two thousand and five –</div><div>An unforgotten time</div><div>When i first saw you</div><div>I felt warmth in my soul</div><div><br /></div><div>Losing words</div><div>I just sad and sat behind you</div><div><br /></div><div>Not able to talk</div><div>Nor able to walk</div><div>I just can do anything</div><div>To you and to myself</div><div><br /></div><div>-Two thousand and six-</div><div>So bad of me</div><div>I didn’t make it to the next...</div><div><br /></div><div>But..</div><div><br /></div><div>So luck of me</div><div>I meet you</div><div>Still feel the same</div><div>Like the first time i see you</div><div><br /></div><div>Day by day</div><div>Cross over time</div><div>More i see you</div><div>Can’t wipe you off my mind</div><div><br /></div><div>-Two thousand and seven-</div><div>So luck of me</div><div>Finally, i can make it to the next..</div><div><br /></div><div>But..</div><div><br /></div><div>This is a quite bad luck</div><div>I don’t be with you</div><div><br /></div><div>Something has dig up</div><div>From my foot</div><div>Through my core</div><div>To my throat</div><div><br /></div><div>There’s a hole in me</div><div>Without you</div><div><br /></div><div>Even worse..</div><div><br /></div><div>If i meet you</div><div>I can’t move</div><div>Can’t speak</div><div>I just can see you again,</div><div>Without doing anything</div><div><br /></div><div>I’m starting to hate this useless self of me</div><div><br /></div><div>So naive</div><div>Too nervous</div><div>Yes, i’m a coward</div><div><br /></div><div>Can’t tell you</div><div>That i love you</div><div><br /></div><div>Maybe later, or other time</div><div>With a letter, or other kind</div><div><br /></div><div>But..</div><div>I just don’t get it</div><div>Why must you?</div><div><br /></div><div>Can you tell me?</div><div><br /></div><div>Someday</div><div>Or some other day</div><div>Will you understand</div><div>My feeling toward you?</div><div><br /></div><div>May i</div><div>Enter your</div><div>Life with</div><div>Love that</div><div>I have</div><div>Someday</div><div>At some place?</div><div><br /></div><div>Knowing you</div><div>A gift</div><div>Running</div><div>Useless life of me</div><div>Neverending</div><div>In</div><div>Atmosphere</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7308767429631871315-4063156383095952239?l=zerosword.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zereonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00914967061281064314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308767429631871315.post-86926352739298716312008-10-27T02:54:00.000-07:002008-11-04T00:39:59.392-08:00Climbing to Heaven, Falling to hell<div>My longing to live, it hasn't fell</div><div>Though no one cares bout it</div><div>They don't pity me, they don't think of me</div><div><br /></div><div>Alone</div><div>In this empty world of mine</div><div>It sick me off, yet it's better</div><div><br /></div><div>No one disturb,</div><div>No problem, no task</div><div>Just do nothing</div><div><br /></div><div>Everything will eventually disappear</div><div>Ashes to ashes, dust to dust</div><div>As if nothing happened</div><div><br /></div><div>I won't blame anyone</div><div>There's no one to be blamed anyway</div><div>I'll just keep wandering</div><div>Clinging</div><div>In this empty world of mine.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7308767429631871315-8692635273929871631?l=zerosword.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zereonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00914967061281064314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308767429631871315.post-75023960324944325082008-10-27T02:39:00.000-07:002008-10-27T03:02:35.414-07:00Rain's falling down, wind's going blown<div>Wiping those tears off</div><div>Ran recklessly , go toward a light</div><div>I arrived and find nothing</div><div><br /></div><div>Where did summer go? Can you answer me?</div><div>Even the flowers can't</div><div>Wondering, how this rain will last</div><div>I'll wait, forever</div><div><br /></div><div>Fall's coming and leaves are falling</div><div>So does my feeling</div><div>The wind blows heavily, so breezy</div><div>And now I feel dizzy</div><div><br /></div><div>My summer's cold, my winter's hot</div><div>Am I like an idiot?</div><div>Can you tell me my feeling?</div><div>Maybe not, even the flowers can't</div><div><br /></div><div>I don't know what to do now</div><div>I'm even not a flower, so I won't know</div><div>Maybe i'll wait, forever</div><div>Until my spring come</div><div><br /></div><div>Hey, let's make a promise</div><div>Someday, or some other day</div><div>We'll meet again, for sure</div><div>With same season, same place</div><div>With our own symphony.</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7308767429631871315-7502396032494432508?l=zerosword.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zereonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00914967061281064314noreply@blogger.com0