Mimpi Sang Pecandu Kata

Suara gemuruh membangunkan tidurku
Membangunkanku dari segala mimpiku
Seakan hanyalah khayalan seorang pemimpi.

Khayalanku tak terlukiskan.
Elok, cakap nan rupawan.

Sayang.

Dia hanyalah pria dalam mimpiku,
hanyalah khayalan yang mengusik jiwaku.

Mata hanya bisa lihat.
Tangan gapai pun tak dapat.
Ku hanya dapat lukiskan dirinya dengan kata,
kata yang kucandu.

Sang pecandu kata pun hanya bisa bermain dalam mimpinya.
Bagaikan segalanya hanyalah impian, cita-cita, dan harapan yang memudar di esok hari.

Namun.
Kali ini tak kan lah pudar.

Mimpinya t'lah menjadi hasrat membara.

'tuk dimilikinya. 'tuk dicintainya.

Malam pun pergi tak mengucap, pagi pun datang tak menyapa.
Tapi dalam hati ia terus bermimpi, mimpi yang indah, yang selamanya hanyalah miliknya.

Milik sang pemimpi, khayalan sang pecandu
yang terus mengusik dalam tidur,
dan memudar dalam kekosongan cinta..
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by Maura & Tessa
"Long life dreampopers, tetaplah menjadi pemimpi selamanya..."

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puisi pertama yg bikin nya be2 nih.. hahahaa... keren yaaaaaaaaa... HAHAHA.. ^___^

(c) Tessa, 26 March, 2006

insufferable know-it-all

For several my fuckin insufferable frens

Hey u,
Insufferable-know-it-all..

How come ?
How miserable ?

You raise your hand even before my eyes could blink
You insufferable-know-it-all
Who always wanna be the one.
The one.
The one.

Oh no..
That bloody girl who always wanna be the one.
Who has 'so cute-so sweet-but-so chinese' bitchy face.
Who has 'long-and-silky' rebonded bloody hair.
Who has whity skin and damn skinny.
Who has li'l and short bloody body.
Who always act like scum, filthy li'l prat.

Criticisms and advice-wannabe out from her fuckin mouth
But none of 'em were good nor useful.

So fool
so fool...

You insufferable know-it-all.
The one who knows nothing but raising your hand.
Who pretend knows everything but actually just yourself.
Oh no..
Why are you're so full of yourself?

You think yourself are damn good.
Damn nice.
Bloody smart.
Bloody know-it-all.
But, what can you do?
Just plead and raise your hand.
Ask stupid and pointless questions.
Speak your kindness and generosity.
Speak your foolish smarties.
Oh.. so fool.

I remember every damn thing about you..
Even your kindness is full of yourself..
Me, myself, and always I. It made me sick of you..

Can you try to be 'something-more-important-wanna-be'?
Or just being insufferable know-it-all..

I hate you the most.
I dislike you the most.
You make me sick.
You make me loath.
You make me wanna rolling on the floor laughing out loud about you, everytime.
Everytime you speak about yourself, and raise your fucking hand.

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this poem was about my insufferable 'friend' named xxxx. xD. I hate her, she's kinda loathing.. always asks teacher about pointless questions, useless.. -_-;

(c) Tessa, 24 March, 2006

>> so loved the world

nah.. this is my crappy sort-of-poem-album-site.. the contents here are just my poems and stories. thx to blogskins n kriss for the nice layout ;).

>> walk in the light

lil' princess..
named tessa
14 years old
live in jakarta,
part of indonesia
a 10th grader at SMAK 1 PENABUR.

>> undying love

macbook!
HTC touch diamond
THIS and THIS dresses
that brettele sandals
and.. this tote bag :P.

>> old thoughts

February 2006
March 2006
July 2006
January 2007
September 2007
January 2008
February 2008
April 2008
June 2008
September 2008
October 2008
January 2009
February 2009
June 2009
January 2010
February 2010
March 2011

>> all for us

I'm a lot to handle
You don't know trouble but I'm a hell of a scandal
Me I'm a scene I'm a drama queen
I'm the best damn thing that your eyes have ever seen
The Best Damn Thing - Avril Lavigne

>> running after

>> how great is

my blog
my friendster acc.
my msn space
putri's story-album
HP FanFic site

>> stand before You now

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