Hostility (A Sensory Poem)

Hostility is Red
It looks like a burning sun
It sounds like a roaring tiger
It tastes like papaya leaves
It feels resentfully hot
Red is when you try to combine oil and water

-Enindita-

Dream high

Let no fear bind your dreams
Let no worries stop you
Put your dreams high
Higher than the sky

When The River Flows

I was born in the land of dreams.
A paradise for the broken souls.
Where each is served with fruits on gold platters.
and dressed with crystal teardrops.

I was raised in the land of fantasy.
Where the frozen rivers are just like rainbows.
Green as the trees, yellow as the stars, and red as life.
and the people bathe in chocolate current.


I am living in the land of hopes.
When the wide open palms bring the rain of food.
A small quantity of crystal clear water takes the pain away.
and the strings of the guitar turn children into grown ups.


I will die in the land of knowledge.
Where I need no gold platters with the price of my broken soul.
When the chocolate current clears up for the people to drink.
and the open hands bring comfort to others.


I will die
When the river flows 
once again...

In The Eyes of Victor and His Monster

Frankenstein:

The creator of life may consider me as an accountable assistant for I have successfully recycled his degradable good on earth. Reviving what supposed to be 12 feet below and presenting opportunity for him to roam above the ground and admiring the night sky is the ultimate achievement of all time. I have returned the precious life to him.

He is a very beautiful creation indeed. Totally flawless. His lively skin, the emotion in his eyes, and his newborn baby movement have created the greatest composition on earth. Oh how amazing his brain works! Immediately after he opened his eyes, he showered me with never ending questions which obviously came from a superior philosopher’s mind. Now, he still has unanswered questions portrayed in his eyes…

Oh my…

He is alive! My son is alive!

Frankenstein’s Monster:

When I opened my eyes for the first time, there he was. I felt strange when I observed his face. Billions of words made complicated formation in my head. It was my first day in the world, did I suppose to be able to think like this? I bowed my head and found his hand caressing mine.

Hands? I found no resemblance at all. Claw! – a word struck me. His hand and my claw.

How different can we be? Mirror! Yes, my brain told me that it was what I need to find. As I turned my head to the right, I saw the image of two beings. My mouth was opened and words came out endlessly in forms of questions. All were answered tactically, giving me knowledge of what I am, but not the understanding of who I am.

Tears were falling down my face, if I could call it a face. He didn’t see my tears. His joy has blinded him and created unbreakable walls from the opposite emotion. His happiness is well protected.

Thus, I dried my tears and now I am looking at him straight into his eyes.

What exactly will they see when they look at me? A hideous monster bearing the ugliness of the world condensed into a single body that my father has created. I will have to gather all my strength to strive in a world where no one will ever want to see me. The world where the sight of me will infect its purity.

He kills me! My father kills me!

True Friends

True friends stab you in the front. (Oscar Wilde)

Living in this present era, I question Wilde’s sentence boldly. The ones stabbing us in the front are not limited to true friends anymore. The matter with front and back is the matter of boldness and superiority. Those who feel superior, not only those who feel right, will not question friendship before stabbing us in the front. On the other hand, those who feel inferior, they will not stab us at all. Stabbing people at the back is only applicable to the mischievous and misguided.

When Wilde’s quote has lost its meaning for me, I stumbled on a more personalized quote which is applicable for me personally,

True friends stab you in the head, not in the heart. (Fransisca Kristanti)

The Downfall of Legacy

Legacy is something transmitted by or received from an ancestor or predecessor or from the past. (Merriam-Webster)

This legacy was ultimate. It had proven its strength throughout the hands of time. It changed dynamically as it preserved its purity. This legacy empowered passion, determination, and decency. It flawlessly danced to the rhythm of the world as it left its print on every stage it had stepped foot on. This legacy stumbled and fell to keep track with the world’s demands.

The world, on the other hand, is very judgmental. It nourished this legacy at one time, yet, it suffocated this legacy at other time. When the world started to be moved by favoritism, this legacy strove to keep up with all the power left in it. When the picture of the future became clearer in front of its eyes, it didn’t stop striving even though it fully understood that no matter what it accomplished, it wouldn’t be enough for the world. It waited in silence for it was just a matter of time before the world voted this legacy out.

…and the world did!

Reality Bites!

When something goes wrong...
The inner part of this limited mortality aches.
It shouts a silent scream,
as it sheds invisible tears.

When something goes wrong...
The core of this mortality is unquestionably challenged.
To rapidly move into the light,
or blend in with the dark.

When something goes wrong...
The mortality experiences a threatening seizure.
Eagerness to break the walls of limitations,
yet, chained by the broken limbs.

When something goes wrong...
This mortality is teased to question the greater plan.
Tortured by the necessity of knowing,
but dare not to ask.

When everything goes wrong...
This mortal surrenders to the will of the universe.


...
Accepting things the way they are.


Things happening are real. They might not be seen or touched, yet we definitely feel their strong presence in life. So by this, I boldly state that things happening around me are the components of reality itself.

Real things are inevitable. Wanting is not real, so is dreaming. From time to time, reality strikes the dreams and the wants. It attacks so strong until the dreams and the wants hit the ground so hard. Then, try to have some time to make your wants and dreams real.

Reality is persistent. It slaps us not just once. Before the pain's gone, it slaps us again and again. When we wish for it to stop, it becomes stronger. It brings its whole cavalier to visit us altogether.

Reality is the greatest bully in the whole universe. It keeps saying that we're not good enough, that we are powerless. As it presents more facts on how we can't change most things that are happening to us, it defeats us.

Am I realistic? I, one of many mortals in the world, sometimes claims that I am realistic. Now, that's the fact that is still in questioned. Fooled by the idea of what real should be, I start regretting things happening to me. How realistic does that make me be?

I am real. I control my reality. So what if things don't go my way. I have the power to turn things to go my way since I am the component of reality. It needs me to survive. Thus, I will embrace the realities around me and braid it so sophisticatedly until it is lost in the reality of my own.


Don't defy the universe. Become one with it.