We might've said 'I love you' to fast.
5 days in, including our past,
But you and me are gonna last.

Yeah you ghosted me 3 times,
but you always came back around.
The kind of love that shivers spines.
Yet you don't ever make me feel down.

I feel so safe with you here,
I'll forever love you my dear,
And in my future i see you clear.

You make me want to change.
I know that I will for you.
Already planning our wedding at this age.
We're gonna pull through.

Aku mengikuti intuisi jiwaku intuisi jiwaku,
kemana masa depan membawaku?

sejenak kuberpikir kita hanya menari di bumi
ini hanya untuk sementara.
aku tahu impian ini cukup besar, maka
perkecil ekspetasi akan hal itu
tentang menjadi ayah yang baik
rumah yang luas dan nyaman,
kacamata coklat gagang yang patah,
itu tidak bertahan selamanya.

Aku keras seperti batu tebing, aku
melihat daun yang layu hingga mekar
mudah percaya dan naif tentang banyak hal,
banyak hal yang kutentang tetapi aku hanya diam dan lebih banyak mendengarkan.

dihantui perasaan kehilangan berlebihan
dan perasaan bersalah tentang banyak hal,
dan aku benci film romance
yang berkendara di tepi pantai,
anak kecil yang nakal,
berita hoax,
kedai kopi yang memutar lagu terlalu keras,
sate yang belum matang,
semut, dan wanita yang menari di tempat umum,
tabel - tabel membuatku bingung,
drama tentang pria ideal juga membuatku muak,
Netanyahu keparat dan pembunuh.

2025
reydmh

The future hides it-

self like a chameleon --


in the blackest black.

"You lack a vision for your life,"
"You are drowning in your own ambitions,"
"Do you genuinely believe you will succeed?"
"I cannot see you going that far in this journey,"

"Is this truly your purpose?"

Careful of your words, for I may cast you
As an antagonist in one of my countless stories,
Being a narrative, the WHOLE world shall see –
For I am a Writer!

I am an idol,
For those looking to find fickle peace,
After years of grueling pain.

I am the title,
To a collection of poems,
Featuring the every raw creation.

I am nothing compared to everything else,
But my creations can be something.

Lyin’ on the bed,
dreamin’ of nightmares I’ve never met.
A glittering show of blood,
a scene that surely won’t be done.

Tick-Tackin’ is the clock,
I just don’t care about those eerie sounds beyond the lock,
whispers full of black,
like someone is trying to enchant a cat.

Earin’ knock-knocks on the door,
Death itself is down the hall,
it’s close enough to make me scared,
but far enough I barely care.

Sparkin’ is the future,
even if I already see some ugly failures.
I’m afraid, but I don’t hide,
so why should I even think that despair that’s no longer mine?

Memory garbage dump
Holding everything old
Aged releasing all

I've realized my brain
Swollen from decades of thought
Now, only wants now

Goodbye to the past
Earth quakes releasing the crust
Cliffs of synapse fall