Category Archives: poems & haikus


I’m fine tbh. With these empty hopes and promises. Where miseries hide themselves behind their blurry silhouette.


The risky tango between unhappiness and happiness
My life is poetry
I just breathe and it’s Rimbaud
Even suffering can be a journey when you enjoy it
Spent a season in hell but I only got a tan
I’m good
I smile for my dear mama
I look exactly like my dad
So if I cry, I’m afraid I would see him crying
And I smile for my dad
So no one will ever be hurt over my tears again
Who cares if I can’t fly like before?
I survived it
I was lifted up then came down
What built up wasn’t stress but mileage
The world said, “The show’s over”
With cold smiles and sneers
Everyone pretending they can’t hear me
And I came through
Even the hate from my enemies who are still fired up
Is fuel for my art
So fuck you and thank you
Curtain call
Under my feet aren’t roses but arrows
But I’ll never fall

I didn’t realize that the show was over
No, I didn’t realize that the show was over
I didn’t realize that the show was over
No, I didn’t realize that the show was over

As time goes by,
I only let out sighs
Always blaming the heavens
Pounding the floor in regret
Isn’t that why I couldn’t fly or walk?
Time passed and my vision kept walking in place
It’s alright
I may be standing still but my heart is always beating
Just follow me and jump
Before even my heart stops
I used to breathe in the upper air
Floating above the clouds
But was it already time to open my parachute?
They saw “Fevers End” blossoming and applauded
But they took away one-third of my life
So I told them, “Just watch, all of you”
All you fuckers who stepped on us, thinking we were corpses, fuck you
We back

I didn’t realize that the show was over.
Don’t you tell me that it’s over.
No, I didn’t realize that the show was over.
Look at me now. You know that I’m here to stay.
I didn’t realize that the show was over.
Thank you. It was nice to know ya.
No, I didn’t realize that the show was over.
The show goes on.






Oh, Madam

Can you bring me out of here?

Far, far away

As far as I can forget the silhouette of those memories

Oh, it’s a bit of an flimsy excuse but,

Bring me out of here, please

To the place where I can breathe

Instead rot in here, slowly kill my self


June 2014




Pandora box

That everyone shouldn’t be opened

I opened it yesterday


Suddenly those flies

Together with my past memories

Flew away


But there was only a fly

Who didn’t go anywhere, and let him freed himself

Instead he stayed in, alone. Looked fragile


And it was me.


June 2014

Ujung Jalan

Bekas hujan yang meninggalkan jejak petrichor

dan deru nafasku yang berembun di dinding kaca, menatap ujung jalan

menunggu yang tak kunjung


kukira sudah bertahun-tahun berlalu sejak aku memperhatikanmu di ujung jalan

secangkir teh yang menguap, meruapiku

dan ya, pergi begitu saja

tanpa meninggalkan jejak

seperti hujan yang meninggalkan aroma petrichor-nya

seperti kau yang 

membiarkan pengemudi mabuk yang menghantam

tubuh ringkihmu yang malang itu

sebelum aku mengenalmu namamu

lebih dulu

tidak meninggalkan jejak

bahkan noda darah sekalipun

yang terlanjur dibersihkan oleh aparat setempat

tidak ada

hanya beberapa tangkai krisan putih yang mereka tinggalkan di sana

untuk mengenangmu

inspired by Cross Road by Mr. Children. jangan tanya mengapa karena saya juga tidak tahu ha-ha-ha. there’s no correlation between the lyrics and this poem, it’s all about its instrumental, i guess. thanks for reading!

rukapyon 2014