VERY LATE Birthday Gifts From.....Myself
So it's been five days since my birthday, and what the hell I didn't feel like celebrating. Really. Looking back at my previous seven birthdays, I didn't see candles on a cake, or large boxes wrapped in flower-patterned papers, or music. Anyone who thinks I had a miserable birthday, please do. I don't mind. It was really miserable indeed. Gah. Instead of cakes, I got a long dwindling talk about maturity and responsibility. The only gift for me was in a sum of money inside a simple small envelope with small wish card. There you go.
Then, this morning I felt really guilty. I mean, it's no wonder I got The Talk, I gave myself to it instead of finding my own presents. Moreover, recently I've been very counter-productive; a BIG NO NO for a writer wanna-be like me. I just piled up inspirations and left them rotting....okay no more rants.
So then I managed to write two poems, and I was quite pleased at my effort. At the very least, I respect my ability by using it.
So here you go, self. HAPPY BIRTHDAY. THANK YOU. YOU ROCK. OH YOU
#1. CAFÉ TALK
A cup of bitter coffee
Clean it up with one gulp
'Till your tongue went stiff
So it won't spit another thought
of pain
When your mouth shuts up
It refuses to bring up
anything you want to bring up
I'll put away the bitter coffee cup
I'll try to unlock the box
you try to hide behind the fox
through a bat of lashes
a hand on your hand
and eyes on your eyes
Another cup of bitter coffee
Another went straight to your throat
I wouldn't mind, though
I don't need any words
#2. TWO IN A TRENCH
One day, when the war is over
When rusty copper scent fills the air no more
When we are but a cloud of black fog
Concealing ripped, thorned limbs of everything stands in our way
But then you stopped and shivered and say,
"This is not what I have prayed for"
One day when we are alone, your back against my back
I want you to close your eyes and feel the vibrant air
running through our rushing blood in the veins
We share the same affair
Hey, our hearts beat together in fanfare
So raise the flag and hail
They will stop us, all to no avail
These hands will never let go along the trail
We'll march up front as a gale
Be brave, Mein Feuer
The future is You and I
Malang, Jawa Timur,14/07/2009