Ruby - Astari Boedikoentjara
Be grateful that I’ve kept quiet
as you blab to every pair of ear
who probably refuse to hear
your sob stories
your endless miseries
We’re not in school anymore
but grown-ups for sure
although some are adults
only by the digits of their age
but with such questionable attitude
Will I ever get to know
the meaning of that look?
I'm afraid to find out as I go
There might be no turning back,
once I'm hooked
The grip of reality
slowly taking over me
away from my real hobbies
all in the name of making more money
I know I’m busy
You may associate white
with beauty or purity
All I see is what looks empty
like a page or a canvass
for a writer or a painter
No break for you now,
‘though it seems unfair somehow
You have to keep on working,
no matter how exhausting
Others with less or zero effort
Half the sound is faintly barricaded
as I turn to the left
The other half is still safe
as I turn to the right
I fear of slowly losing the ability
How do you know you’re not missed?
Try to walk away and disappear
Who’s going to reach out to you?
Seriously, who?
You’re probably offended
Create your own stories
for the sake of your guts and glory
fiction or real
depending how you feel
Social media
No signs of warning.
Everything was fine.
A face smiling,
sincere and kind.
A picture-perfect romance,
I had the strangest, most vivid dream.
I heard your voice, faintly somewhere in the distance,
yet my phone was still off and charging.
Was it my imagination?
Was my mind playing tricks on me again?
There's no amnesty granted
unless well-paid
Reach deeply into your pockets
until perhaps,
their eyeballs jump out of their sockets
