The Missing of Love

I spent my day that full of thorns

Feeling pain but still hopeful

Although a lot of question and challenge in my heart

Although you not love me back

Although you leave me in this shit of life

However, my spirit will never vanish

No matter rain, snow, or something else

For achieve your love


But… see what happens

Everything is over in vain

That gives the tears and hurt

What would you say…

If you look at me like this?

Just sorrow, loneliness, and sadness

You give me more gloom

I now realize

Now, I'm stand in the silence

Without your love in here

I don't understand

Kali ini aku pingin nulis curhatan aja deh... yah, walau dibilang curhatan juga lebih menjurus kaya' coret-coretan yang sebenarnya mungkin dapat menyinggung berbagai pihak tertentu *halah* terang aja, yang namanya curhat itu 'kan sebenarnya mengeluarkan uneg-uneg di dalam hati karena suatu sebab? kalau sebabnya ada pada seseorang pasti akan ada pihak yang tersinggung 'kan?

Akatsuki talkshow 1***

Pada suatu pagi di studio kawaii ROCK, di sana Akatsuki (minus Tobi) telah berkumpul karena dipanggil untuk mengisi acara talkshow yang kosong. sebenarnya bermaksud diisi oleh Sasuke Uchiha, namun karena akal-akalan Itachi yang ingin masuk tivi, dia memasukan obat mencret ke jus tomat Sasuke sehingga membuat adiknya terkena mencret akut. Sekarang mari kita lihat keadaan para Akatsuki sebelum on air... sepertinya Pein sedang berlatih sebelum on air....

Pein : ohayou untuk kalian semua~! bertemu lagi di 'talk show Akatsuki'! di sini kami akan mengupas habis info tentang Akatsuki... Organisasi kelas S yang paling jahat tapi juga yang paling keren...! bla...bla...bla...!

Konoha Camp ch.1

Deidara’s POV

“Kenapa jadi begini…?” aku berbisik dengan nada sedikit kesal. Kutatap layar hand phone sony Ericsson dengan tipe yang segala fasilitasnya serba berkekurangan—tak ada mp3, tak ada video, tak ada foto dan sejenisnya. Namun setidaknya masih bisa untuk telepon dan ber-SMS ria dan itu sudah lebih dari cukup. Kupelototi pesan yang tertera di SMS yang baru saja sampai.

From : Hidan
Number : 081xxxxxxxx
Deidei-chan, bagaimana rasanya satu kabin dengan Itachi Uchiha?


Ingin rasanya kubanting hand phone di tanganku keras-keras dan tentu saja ada hasrat ingin membunuh Hidan saat itu juga! Namun dilihat dari sisi kenyataan—bila aku membanting hand phone-ku satu-satunya sudah pasti aku tidak bisa membeli hand phone lagi dan satu hal yang paling pasti aku TIDAK bisa membunuh si brengsek mulut busuk bernama Hidan itu—si penganut aliran sesat, Jashin. Dengan cepat kutekan tombol ‘reply’ yang tertera.

Despite Who I am

I hung myself today,
paper cranes dangling from the rafters alongside me,
because I was jealous of their wings.
I could never fly to you.


I painted the cement today,
lilac concrete beneath my feet,
because the world doesn't seem bright enough.
It's too dreary without you.


I bruised myself today,
just a small flower, black and blue on my hip,
to remind everyone that I'm not the care fullest girl.
At least my heart is safe with you.


I questioned myself today,
wondered if I was an anachronism, someone who just doesn't belong,
because I've never felt right in my own skin.
I've never questioned that I belong with you.


I spoke to the sun today,
asked if its relationship with the moon was going well,
because I know they don't see each other too often.
Sort of how I am with you.


I drew a straight line today,
though it seemed too perfect for my taste,
replaced by one, just a little askew.
My favorite kind of perfect has always been you.


I turned the world right-side-up today;
it's always seemed a little upside down to me,
never quite stable or balanced.
At least not before I met you.


I gave my heart a new battery today;
I guess that's why it never worked before,
always stuttering to a stop inconveniently.
It still does, but in a good way, around you.


I took a polygraph test today,
to see if I still lie to myself,
trying to fool everyone with fake smiles and cheery falsities.
The one who sees past those is you.


I left my age in the dust today,
letting my inner child shatter puddles,
and giggle alone.
I let myself be me,
something I haven't done in a long while.
Something you've unknowingly reminded me how to do.


I may not
have wings,
see the world as bright as it may be,
be the safest, or most graceful,
belong, or fit in like I should,
be able to be in the arms of the one I love,
draw perfectly straight lines,
think the world is perfect,
have the perfect heart, head, or lungs,
be fine when I say I am,
be prim, proper, or act my age.


But I'm in love.
With someone who loves me despite those faults,
and for my strengths, hidden beneath.
Someone who has seen my heart,
knows of my past, and my scars,
and can still embrace me with the same amount of adoration.


I couldn't be more thankful,
that I've found someone,
someone who I can spiral into love with.
Whose arms will be wrapped around me,
as we fight for each other?


Because I will never give up,
as long as you're holding my hand.