To be or not to be (again)

I beg on my knee
that this is the last dawn
I ever set my heart on thee

Thou art thine sweet memory
washed away through the night
to be or not to be

Mulutmu harimaumu

mulutmu harimaumu

*how very true. trus kalau harimau menyangka dirinya kucing siam miu-miu, gimana dong*

Kebebasanku

dimanakah kebebasanku,
apakah dalam belenggumu
yang mengikatku?

*if ever freedom is attained in such way... *

Rainy January

rainy january tells me not
of the fire ablaze in my heart
instead it makes a cocoon out of me
prepared for the beauty unknown even to myself

rainy january speaks to me of the chill
ignorant of the rays sparkling through the flesh
i miss the rainy january, though
as if to console my yielding heart

*opposites attraction*

But my heart's leaning toward Death
and Night and Blood would not be denied

Yukio Mishima, Confessions of a Mask

*If death becomes me, the world will but be an agonising joy*

From shadow into the sunlight

Groping from shadow into the sunlight
i was welcomed only
by the rotten smell
of the decaying chrysanthemum

would there be glorious ray
or just decaying light?
nothing of my conscience alarms me
it remains mutely silent

*as if warning will do me good; this time muteness is the best companion, again, ever*