Bowery

I was a dreamer before I was a sinner, Woe is me The last time that you touched me I've lost the poet in me I no longer cry I no longer bask in joy I no longer feel I've grown a thinker in me She baths in logic She dances with consequences But she misses music, She needs words to speak She wants art to reek Yogyakarta, 17th of March 2018 ** Good Morning World  is a painting by Natalia Baykalova which was uploaded on November 23rd, 2012.

So they asked me, Why am I still pulling at your feeble hand? Why am I still latching on to your arms? Why am I still holding on to your words? Your pointless promises, Our dashed dreams, My fading fortitude. I am telling you now My endurance has no limit I am telling you now Your every smile worth my million times I am telling you now I’ll chase every forever to make yours mine I am telling you now I may no longer be in love with you, Broken minds like ours don’t go for that kinda shit, But I am telling you now, This infinite tenderness I feel for you It aint goin anywhere It wont stay in the past Yet It wasn’t willing to darn our future together either So I’ll let it lingers for a while Though my while could mean eon  and i know that you wont mind. **Artwork belongs to its owner

A year ago today We were walking hand in hand. We both were villains We both were cruel Yet i had a dream we were fine. We werent crazy, We were divine. Then, which one was it, hon? I guess its been sung That when a heart breaks it doesnt break even. And when my episode comes, There'd be no remedy for our memories. I told'em when u find true love, it lives on The kind of love that doesnt demand, The kind of love that doesnt burn out, Even without the glory of lust and heated makeout. For it already sustains an infinite tenderness for a certain someone. I guess i realized at that moment, that i really did love u, huh? Because there was nothing to gain, and that didnt matter. Yogyakarta August 27th 2017 **artwork belongs to its owner

Some people call her mad. Some other calls her enraged. Few call her passionate. Her mom thinks she is just a slut, while she herself prefers the word ‘boundless’. She hates being tied. She hates being confined. She hates limits, so, she crosses every border. She erases every lines, because, she hates being incapable. The world is one giant playground for her, minus any rules and regulation. Anything that restraint doesn’t have a room in her already packed mind. Rulebooks are a waste of paper and guidelines shrinkage the fun. Life is about being exist. Being exist is about being alive. True meaning of life is never a suffering. It is always about enjoyment for her. Even though life frequently makes her suffer, she chooses to believe that she enjoys the pain till’ every tiny facet of it. That this is not a suffering, but a choice. A choice that she gladly enjoys. A pain isn’t painful until you choose to believe so. She was watching a huge spider in the corner of her room. A star...

do you remember, that time you cut me open? i was bloodied forearms down with nothing but sharpened teeth. do you remember, that time you roll me over? i was bruised, legs wide apart with nothing but worn out guilt. do a number on me, darling do me a favor! Me kissing the ground you stepped on, was not overwrought. Its called dedication and, a battered seduction. Yogyakarta April 14th 2017 8 : 14 PM **Picture belongs to my absolute favorite Norwegian singer, Aurora.

By : Raditya Darningtyas Why clipping your wings shut when you could have soared the sky? Why clamming up when you could have swum to the sun? I was scared honey, I strayed from the path I was never a sucker for lust, I stopped longing for love. I was a glimmer of dark, Slithering out of His womb. Yogyakarta, April 13th 2017 1.35 AM **Artwork's credit goes to its artist

Disclaimer : I wrote this when i was 17 years old. Yeah i just wanna put it out there. Rowena Jade Sanders       : March 3rd 1996 Carrick Keenan Ford        : August 18th 1995 Saturday, February 23rd 2013  00.14 AM “ Thanks for being here tonight..” Carrick moved his thumb along my jawline. “I know you would come.” He said each word like he meant it with every  parts of his soul. “Once again i must say thanks..” I could see the glint of street lamps on his deep and dark coal eyes. I could even see the reflection of my own face there. His eyes were like those deep lakes during midnight with a very little light around it but many stars in the sky reflected on its surface. I really hoped i could be one of those stars in his eyes.             I wanted to bring my self to say that he didint have to say that since we were bestfriend and such. All kind of things w...

            The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo adalah novel pertama dari trilogi Millennium karya penulis sekaligus jurnalis asal Swedia, Stieg Larsson. Novel bergenre fiksi kriminal ini berfokus pada dua karakter utama yang bernama Lisbeth Salander, seorang peretas andal wanita yang memiliki ingatan fotografis dan Mikael Blomkvist, seorang jurnalis investigatif sekaligus penerbit majalah bernama Millennium. Ketiga novel dalam trilogi Millennium pertama kali diterbitkan di Skandinavia dan menyebar ke benua Eropa lainnya di tahun 2005 – 2007 setelah kematian Larsson. The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo memenangkan penghargaan bergengsi Glass Key sebagai Best Nordic Crime Novel 2005 sementara buku keduanya, The Girl Who Played with Fire memenangkan   penghargaan Swedish Academy for Detective Novels award.

I loved you To the point of madness To the point of suffocation Till i No longer am in love with life Till i Know no more of myself Till i Am able to look at you again And said “Fuck off” Balikpapan, Monday Jan 18 th 2016  8.43 AM

So i wrote this in 2013. This was heavily inspired by The Perks of Being a Wallflower, my most favourite novel at the time. Still have no idea what i wanna do with this one. Enjoy! 3rd of February 2013      Dear F riends,                 My name is Clear. Yes Clear, not Claire. Like the adjective that goes with water or air. I hope you won’t be angry if i don't tell you my last name. I just cant do that. It is hard for me to tell you the reason. Since i am not very good with the words. Seemingly I just cant find the right one to explain my complicated reasons to you.                 I know My Mom, Pam, would say that i have issues with my fear of being known. Like she used to say when i shouted wrathfully to her ‘Why did you tell those girls what my name is? “ during my first day in kindergarten. “Coz ...

You should have told me What you meant by crazy. Is it the tears you shed regularly? Or the sobs you always cough uncontrollably? You should have told me. What you meant when you said that you were wearied. Are you tired of the phony? Or sick of this forgery?

If you are breathing fine, then you are the lucky ones coz most of us are breathing through corrupted lungs If you are still bleeding then you are the lucky ones, coz most of us are feeling dead O Lord how I wish that; I am the wild youth, O Lord how I wish that; I am the excited who is eager to rip apart,

I am sorry mother. I am sorry I let you down. I am a trash that needs cleaning, I am a junk that needs tossing, I am a chicken that needs flying.. (No, chicken do not fly you idiot!) I am sorry father. I am sorry I let you down. I am a glum, who needs cheering,

Semarang, December 1 st  2014 8.43        pm You are just a habit I am trying to get rid of You are just a routine I am trying to stop doing You are the picture I am wishing to stop seeing You are the noise I am wishing to stop hearing You are the words I am struggling to stop reading

Girls Dorm, Semesta Bilingual Boarding School Semarang Thursday, 6 th  of November 2014 14.44 PM Merah Kutatap matanya penuh amarah Tiada lagi senyum yang biasa merekah Sepasang pipi itu pun kini t’lah basah Hitam Kuraba sepasang lengan penuh lebam Bilangnya habis dihantam Tinggal menunggu datang si demam Tiada hari tanpa perasaan terancam

I forgot when exactly did i write this but i posted it on my facebook on 25th of March 2016. : Procrastinating comes in various way. I am fully aware that i still have tons of college works to do. But alas! After months, no, years of having writer's block i am finally able to write again though this may be the most lacking fiction excerpt you ll ever read. Sorry not sorry. I am just too excited i could actually write again. :pknknk She was sitting on the cold bench. It was cold with the remnants on last night's thunderstorm and a bit rusty from age. Eyes closed, her arms folded behind her head. Hurts' Stay blaring on her earphones. Seconds tick by, a guy in black knitted sweater flashed behind her closed lids. He had this ugly man bun hairstyle she used to despise (guys with ponytail? Really? Unless you are Ezra Miller dont even think about pulling it off) with an equally ridiculous grin she used to call joker's frown. But that night his bun was as m...

Oleh: Raditya Darningtyas Minggu, 14 Desember 2014 “ Why aren’t u eating ?” Suara lelaki itu lirih, diseraki ribuan pilu yang menghunus tajam. Rasa khawatir melingkar jelas, melinting rasa bersalah yang mungkin sudah sedari tadi menggerogotinya dari dalam. Sebelah sudut bibirku tertarik sinis. Jika saja  mulut ini masih bisa meludah, akan kumuncratkan apapun yang bisa ku keluarkan dari perut kosongku, akan ku ekstrak tetesan apapun yang mungkin tersisa dari rongga mulutku. Melihatnya melompat cepat menodai wajah bersihnya. Wajahnya yang putih. Bening. Suci. Aku mendengus. Ironis. Jika iblis mencuci wajahnya setiap pagi, wajahnyalah yang kemiripannya paling mendekati. Wajah itu mulai mendekat. Mataku memicing tajam. Kukerahkan segala daya untuk mengumpulkan air ludah yang sedari tadi tak sabar ingin kumuncratkan. Entah dari mana asalnya. Kugigit bagian dalam pipiku keras-keras. Tetesan darah dan ludah berbaur resah. Aroma besi dan karat yang familiar menyapa lidahku...

According to Wikipedia, maturity psychologically means the ability to respond to the environment in an appropriate manner. Since the term ‘appropriate’ is too subjective of a word, Dr. William Menninger established the progressive stages of emotional maturity as the criteria whether or not someone is a hundred percent matured. Menninger’s criteria are carefully listed with the intention that it has to be followed in order without skipping any step. According to Menninger, an emotionally immature person possesses the following characteristics: Having the ability to deal constructively with reality; having the capacity to adapt to change; having a freedom from symptoms that are produced by tensions and anxieties; having the capacity to find more satisfaction in giving than receiving; having the capacity to relate to others in a consistent manner with mutual satisfaction and helpfulness; having the capacity to direct one’s instinctive hostile energy into creative constructive o...

by : Raditya Darningtyas   The Great Gatsby was written by F. Scott Fitzgerald in 1925. Taking place in a fictional town on the Long Island, Fitzgerald was trying to depict the reality of wealth communities behind their lavish parties and luxurious houses. This story focuses mostly on Jay Gatsby, a rich man who lives in a big mansion next to the house the narrator of this story.   Throughout the novel, Gatsby is trying to rekindle his love with a woman from his past. Unfortunately the woman he loves, Daisy, has married to another rich yet arrogant man named Tom Buchanan.   Both the men love Daisy and refuse to let her go. As the result, they make some bad decisions in term of morality to win Daisy.   But they also show some differences between them in the way they try to achieve their goals. That is Gatsby to win Daisy back, and Tom, to keep Daisy on his side.   While persistency in pursuing our dream is mostly perceived as a good thing, it could also le...

"I was a big drinker at the time. I would drink every day. I would drink alone. I thought the whole concept was so fucking cool. Like, at first it's fine and you think you have a dark side – it's exciting – and then you realise the dark side wins every time if you decide to indulge in it. It's also a completely different way of living when you know that...a different species of person. " LANA DEL REY "Tell you about cockroaches," said Clint with intense enthusiasm, leaning forward with a finger pointed. "Now! The place I live in has a lot of cockroaches, but I don't have trouble with them, understand, I'm on the best terms with them. Tell you how I do this. Some years ago I sat down and thought about the whole matter: I said to myself, cockroaches are human too, just as much as us human beings. Reason for that is this: I've watched them long enough to realize their sense of discretion, their feelings, their emotions, their though...