Little Things

I had a discussion with my girl via WhatsApp last year. I don't really remember when, but maybe around last month. This discussion is about 'what makes us fall in love.'

In our conversation we talked about little things on us that this guy notice. Little things he cares about, that he sees when no one else does. We mean we don't need poetic flirty words and actions, because they won't win our hearts. Meanwhile, a guy who tries to win our hearts by giving us attention, by seeing little things on us, will win easier than the guys who flirt.

Because flirting is too mainstream. We mean...NORAK, in Indonesian.

By that discussion, we concluded that it could be a basic idea for a new poem. Since my girl can't write it, she asked me to and I agreed. But I didn't catch the idea after the discussion, my mind was like distracted to anything else, so I wrote other themes for my poems.

But then, I recall some moments happened lately...and before. Last night I tried to combine my girl's experiences with her boyfriend with mine my imagination. I wrote one, titled Little Things.

Love it? Hate it?

I picked up my phone
Found your numbers there
With a simple text
Telling me to finish my work

Never tired to remind me
To look after myself
Never doubt to yell at me
Whenever I forget

Out of nowhere
You creep into my mind

No sweet words like poems
Not a knight in shining armor
No guardian angel
Not even any songs you wrote
'Cause I don't need them all
For you already won my heart
When you see the little things
That no one else does

Hungry at night
I ordered food to eat
While you looked and asked
'are you okay for it's 9pm?'

Out of drink, I took yours
And poured it to my glass
While you stared and said
'is cold water okay for you?'

Up until this stage
I fell into your trap

Those worry gaze of yours
When I said 'ouch!'
The way you're mad at me
When I go home at night
All those little things
That you notice in me
Keeps me drowning in your love
And I can't go back

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Perfection (The Ghost Story)

According to my previous post, this one is the second four verses of the post I made in Plurk when I was possessed. You know what...if a spirit or a ghost can be so poetic, it's not too scary. Indeed it's some kind of cool because when it possessed me I could be more poet than ever.

Actually, because I never seen it, I don't really believe that ghost or spirit appear in scary shape. It might just be caused by human's imagination, because psychologically what human thinks can come true. But who knows, I think this way because I never seen, and I wish I never will. 

if a ghost looked like this, would you still be afraid?

By the way, some employees in office next door were frequently possessed. I don't understand why, but most of them who were possessed had just come from the toilet but not the toilet near my office. Some people said it's because the toilet is dirty so the genies, ghosts, or spirits, like to stay there and possess people. I don't see how they can conclude that way, like they already known the ghosts personally and ever interviewed them about that. To me, those possessed people were just in stress or depression, they might had too much to think about, deeply, until their mind couldn't stand it and went crazy. 

Oh hell, what am I talking about? Isn't this post about my new poem? Why was I talking about ghost? damn, I was distracted -______-

So, this one poem is still about the attractive person you adore, or you love. You become so poetic when you think of this person or when you're with this person, and you love to hear this person name is called and you like to call it too until you can't stand it. this person is perfect with the imperfection. you just fall so simply.

I bet yőυ never knew

how every poetic silly words

always came up when yőυ were there

with all that imperfect perfection

I bet yőυ never knew

that every time yoυя name was called

I want to record so I can turn and listen to it

for uncountable times

when the time came for yőυ

yőυ stepped on the dance floor

beautifully you were moving

like yőυ spend yoυя entire life to dance

in the crowd yőυ were shining

brighter than every star I seen in the sky

glowing like a diamond in the sand
that undeniably caught my eye

Love it? Hate it? Personally, I love the words I put in. Please comment. Oh, I nearly forgot, the poem title is Perfection.

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Rhythm of Love

Hello again! 

Well, so, yesterday noon I was like possessed by a flirty poetic spirit. in Plurk, I made a random post including its responses. I wrote some kind of poem, but more like a story with so much poetic words like metaphors. I made a long one until I got tired.

I really was carried on. I was possessed. I didn't understand what was got into me, I just smoothly wrote everything. One thing I still aware about is the inspiration source, which I won't explain here because it's a top secret. I just didn't know how it can be so long, so huge. 

So this one poem is about being attracted to someone you know. Someone who is physically attractive at first, but then everything about this person affects you like giving you more energy and hypnotize you, and when you're with this person you hear a melody called love.

 

words were spoken softly
through that electrical voice
smile was carved perfectly
came up with unforgettable laughter

boosted up all the lost energy
in this tired body
until мγ two feet were ready
to tap on the dance floor

was just mξ but felt as if
your pretty eyes were staring at these moves

was helplessly nothing but moving
through the music with empty head

heart skipped the beats
rhyming through мγ tapping feet
over and over until I can’t count
as I knew yőυ were standing there

I ran back to yőυ
right when the melody was stopped
but all I heard was nothing through мγ ears
but the rhythm of Ľovε

do you love it or hate it? this is just the first five verses out of, correct me if I'm wrong, 13 verses. The post I made in Plurk was so long, so I must split them into more than a poem. This one is the first, which title is like the title of this post. Please give comments!

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