10 Things I Hate About You Poem

I hate the way you talk to me,

and the way you cut your hair.

I hate the way you drive my car,

I hate it when you stare.

I hate your big dumb combat boots

and the way you read my mind.

I hate you so much it makes me sick,

it even makes me rhyme.

I hate the way you’re always right,

I hate it when you lie.

I hate it when you make me laugh,

even worse when you make me cry.

I hate it when you’re not around,

and the fact that you didn’t call.

But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you,

not even close…

not even a little bit…

not even at all.

Having a Coke with You, Frank O'hara

is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne
or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona
partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastian
partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for yoghurt
partly because of the fluorescent orange tulips around the birches
partly because of the secrecy our smiles take on before people and statuary
it is hard to believe when I’m with you that there can be anything as still
as solemn as unpleasantly definitive as statuary when right in front of it
in the warm New York 4 o’clock light we are drifting back and forth
between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles

and the portrait show seems to have no faces in it at all, just paint
you suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them

I look
at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world
except possibly for the Polish Rider occasionally and anyway it’s in the Frick
which thank heavens you haven’t gone to yet so we can go together the first time
and the fact that you move so beautifully more or less takes care of Futurism
just as at home I never think of the Nude Descending a Staircase or
at a rehearsal a single drawing of Leonardo or Michelangelo that used to wow me
and what good does all the research of the Impressionists do them
when they never got the right person to stand near the tree when the sun sank
or for that matter Marino Marini when he didn’t pick the rider as carefully
as the horse

it seems they were all cheated of some marvelous experience
which is not going to go wasted on me which is why I am telling you about it

-BEASTLY-

Quotes #1

I heard a speech from my teacher today. And suddenly I realized something. Read this... 

That it's a gift and miracle when you were born as human being. That life is too precious to discarded. Love, family, pain, hurt, travel, dance, smile, and happiness, and others that worth it. And in one day, you'll feel an extraordinary thing, something that (maybe) in that time you'll feel nothing, feel no love, and invisible. It's death. A very scary word ever in the world that no one never want it.

Have you ever thought how grateful you are? how bless you are? how beautiful your life is? 

and your life and all the things in the world isn't last forever?

There are so much thing you can do for being human. we were born to make thing happen. we have chance to make our dream comes true. we have chance to make people we love smiling. we have chance to do merit or even sin. Our life is just loan, and someday we should give it back to Lord. what we have to do now is to find the reason why we were born, and decide our destination. 

It is just another knowledge that  people just know but don't realize it. so, have you realize it? ..... that you are worth it! ;)

Carpe Diem, William Shakespeare

O mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O stay and hear! your true-love's coming
That can sing both high and low;
Trip no further, pretty sweeting,
Journey's end in lovers' meeting--
Every wise man's son doth know.

What is love? 'tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What's to come is still unsure:
In delay there lies no plenty,--
Then come kiss me, Sweet and twenty,
Youth's a stuff will not endure.

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

I wandered lonely as a cloud, William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed---and gazed---but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils

Kau berlari ria

Kencang bagai topan

Kau berkata-kata

Membaca langit, meraba rumput

Lalu kau lepas layang-layangmu

“Pergi jauh! Pergi ke tempat kau bahagia.”

Lalu kau bersimpuh

Menangis tanpa ampun

Sesalmu tak guna lagi

Layangmu telah kau lepas pergi

Bersenda tawa dengan topan yang kau buat

Hilang semangatmu, datang dambamu

Kau rindukan layang-layangmu

Tak tahan melihatnya tersenyum, kau juga ingin seperti itu

Bebas tak terikat

Senyum tak terpaksa

Matamu tajam, sorotnya seakan pisau yang diasah

Aku geram, menendang perasaanku jauh dari tempatnya

Aku muak, menampar pikiranku untuk tidak memikirkannya

Tapi otot-otot di bibirnya itu, menghancurkan jiwa

Meleleh hatiku dibuatnya

Lebur, tak kuat aku mengembalikannya jadi beku

Lilinku sudah habis, tak bersisa, tak bercahaya

Tak ada yang menyadarkanku kini

Aku terjerembab dalam angan

Tentangmu, bahasamu, semuanya

Hal tentangmu yang sebanarnya adalah semu

Tak berbayang, tak tersentuh

Tak beraroma, tak bernyawa

Aku takut, bimbang dan gelisah

Adakah aku di batinmu?

Adakah namaku di bukumu?

Adakah aku dihatimu?

Kamu hanyalah kisah fana

Abadi dan susah dijelaskan

Dan kamu, bagian dari aku

Berterimakasihlah karena itu

Kemari, peluk aku

Rasakan godaan demi godaan, bisikan demi bisikan, hembusan demi hembusan

Cinta

Ragamu, nyawaku

Satu.

It just me. Maybe.

It just me who keep falling down cause I felt queer

And can't enduring my falseness

No.

Too much sharp, yell, and torn.

But it must not to be white and smooth

Let it be.

Let it quiet in box of pain

Cause I'm not sure I still can holding on your back

I'm desperate in the ends.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight

For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.

I love thee to the level of everyday's

Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.

I love thee freely, as men strive for Right.

I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.

I love thee with a passion put to use

In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.

I love thee with a love I seemed to lose

With my lost saints

I love thee with the breath,

Smiles, tears, of all my life!

and, if God choose,

I shall but love thee better after death.