In the place,
where I learn
Sense of guilt


october, 2023




Sometimes at night,
I suddenly become sad -
only by looking to the moonlight


september, 2023




I left my skin at home
Take a bath - baptized by the shore
Tearing apart your pretty picture
I prefer seeing a ghost


september, 2023




Come with me, runaway from all this mess

( I can’t promise anything except to give myself whole heartedly )


Gonna live free -
with the soil under our feet
Breathe the same air as those big tree
And to love each other like the sun who give us the heat



september, 2023




In my wildest dream,

I hear the cotton speaks - 

about how lovely you are


september, 2023




I love her silently -

cause this world too crowded

For a people like me


august, 2023




And when nothing I could think of -

I begin to pray -  let us love, let use love

until no more words to explain,
until nothing left to be complaint



august, 2023



But time want us to be free

I promise to keep it cool, even it’s more than forty degree

Our seed will be safe under this big tree

And soon I will go over the sea



august, 2023



And she greet me with kisses

Gently touch - flesh to flesh



April, 2023



At the deepest

of your heart, I know

You feel it too



April, 2023



If I tell you -

I’m poisonous and mess,

would you love me still?



April, 2023



Another hangover,

another skin I barely know when I sober

Some went away before the sunset over

The rest, too pretty to not be a lover



august, 2021



In the night, when the light of
the room started to blur -
I found your wet lips -
tasted little bit of lipstick



august, 2021



with all this mess
Cigarette butt everywhere
And still spelling your name



June, 2021



Keep my tears
For our last candlelight dinner
And let all the part of my bones
Become your prayer



june, 2021



The lips that touch each other,
and the spit that make it wet
I just want to give you - the deep kiss
Your tongue spin
Like a roller coaster
You suck it hard - the lips
Come on darlin, make it more wild



november, 2018



I have a poem for you -
about your teeth
Your crooked teeth

I look at them always, while you speak
They sweet as honey -
mostly to say,
or sweet like your little brother sugar candy



oktober, 2018



Lot cups of glass
       hanging on the rack
The longneck, rounded, all of them transparent
But there’s one cup -
       different from the rest
The simplest, shortest, made of shiny brown

I pick it always -
       cause brown reminds me of my mom wedding gown
Other than that, I pick it always -
       cause you pick it too



september, 2018



I miss your perfume,
but smell of your flesh better

I miss chaos inside your bag,
but a mess in your hair enough for me

I miss golden ring in your middle finger,
but your dirty nails - I make a poem about it

I miss your ankle bracelet,
but seeing you barefoot make me smile

I miss tank top you wear when you sleep,
but your mango shaped breast gives such heaven to me

I never photographed it one by one
But it always there,
It still on the some place I can’t explain where it is,
but I know it by heart - what it is




august, 2018



I like your nails
Your dirty nails -
        you peel mango skin so badly
You’ve got that dirty, beauty mess
But just let it, please
Let it be dirty
       because all myself dirty
       because all myself pity

Can I jump there ?
I will swim in your dirty nails
I will swim there,
        eventhough it’s paranoia
But let me drown,
        let me collapse
So the only thing worth to remember -
       all this dirty moments



august, 2018




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Bali, Indonesia

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