I feel like a comet. I was hurled from my home star system out into the wider universe. I was free and able to travel for long stretches through vast swathes of space relatively unencumbered.
But then something happened as I got closer to you. I felt the drag of your gravitational pull to your depth. Sometimes I get pulled in so close I can never break free from your influence, and am forever caught in your orbit. I didn’t realize it, I only knew that I’m under your control only after I’m already firmly in your grip.
Your psychological gravity is pernicious, but if I try to distance myselves too, I won’t be an unimpeded comet anymore, but merely a lacerated celestial compost that loose from my root.
Now you try to scrape me bit by bit by your abnormal fluctuation in your gravitational field until I am no more. But I can’t decide whether it’s better or worse than get flung again, abruptly, the same way I got pulled.
Author: Missy
Dusk
You are the solace of evening breezes
The dim gleam of sunset the water kisses
The seduction of an unseen hand that blurs the lights
The soft ice cream on my watch of satellites
I wasn’t ready for you yet,
But your embrace calm the blazing light’s threat
I squint my eyes longing for the dawdling lost sunset
But through your lens I shortly see vignette
For me you are my dusk
My chamomile and musk
When there’s only you around
My frantic, chaotic day
Languidly calming down
Becoming twilight, serene getaway
What it actually is?
I used to think what is death but a transition to a quieter place.
What is death but a redistribution of matter and energy.
What is death but a painless transition that separates the atoms that make up our existence..
But I was naive because of never losing absolute worth, till one time I lost it and felt like sinking my foot deeper into the earth
Never expected it to slice through moments and make them colder than before,
And being left behind as a fraction of life’s meaning that also caused tiredness and sore.
Is death a conclusion or just another opened door?
It’s a relief for some, and agony for some, but once you’re acquainted with it, seems like the darkness just becoming darker.
It’s painting ultimate realization of how fragile our selves against the solidity of the ground of eternal rest
And sometimes we can’t do anything but forced to enter its ambivalent embrace
Celestial Dearest
You are not my sun, my moon, or my star
You are the space in between
The ether that holds them up
You are not my sunlight, my moonbeams, or my luminous star
You are the cusp of midnight
The darkness that makes the light and colors distinct on my sky
You are dark, as dark and obscure as the dark matter
You spread up in the sky
Occupy almost whole of my universe
I found the starlight in your eyes
One night I saw you,
like a projection beamed in from a great distance,
you were fading,
like the light of a dying star
trying to find its shine once more.
But all the nights we spent
to invent forms of body heat
All the hours we spent
to distracting ourselves from the universal woe
I found entire worlds between the rings in your eyes.
I found the starlight in your eyes
The Unknown
We are afraid of the future.
We are afraid of the unknown.
We are afraid of the unknown fundamental laws of nature.
We are afraid of something that we don’t know how to define with words.
We want to control.
But even if this was an abbreviated world we could do very little to control this life.
We have no control.
We fear the unknown and we fear things coming to an inevitable end that is beyond our control.
What can humanity do but hum hymns of the unknown?
And now we’re chasing the unknown before its inevitability chases us.
We choose to appreciate it. We name it.
We name it as a reminder, but we’re too afraid to define what it is..
Because we don’t want it to be less real than we want it to be.
The fear of the unknown created an appreciation of it.
A false but hopeful facade.
Cinta itu seperti gravitasi.
Sebuah manifestasi energi yang memiliki keindahan yang agung tetapi juga bisa bersifat destruktif.
Seperti halnya gravitasi yang selalu menarik kita ke pangkuan bumi setiap kali kita mencoba untuk melempar diri ke langit, cinta akan menarik seseorang agar tidak bisa lepas dari orang lain meskipun ia berulang kali pergi dari orang itu.
Tapi disatu sisi, reaksi kimia yang satu ini bukan sesuatu yang dapat kamu kontrol dan prediksi.
Seperti lubang hitam, bisa saja cinta adalah gravitasi dan kehampaan dalam satu wujud yang sama.
Ketika kamu merangkak ke dalamnya, kamu akan berputar dan hilang ditelan oleh intensitas yang tidak kamu tau seberapa jauh untuk sampai ke ujungnya.
Dan kali ini aku tertarik oleh sesuatu yang substansial di dalam dirimu.
Tersesap semudah butiran pasir yang menyelusup lalu menyatu dengan pantai, aku tidak mau melawan ketika kamu menarikku masuk ke dalam misteri semesta tak berujung.
Atau bahkan jika mungkin kamu memutuskan untuk jadi tempat berpijakku yang solid.
Balerina
Ini kisah sedih.
Balerina di dalam kotak musik kecilnya ingin bunuh diri,
Lelah ia akan hidupnya yang ditakdirkan untuk bergerak dalam tarian yang monoton dan prediktif.
Semula dipikirnya Sisifus orang paling sial di muka bumi,
Tapi ternyata figur plastiknya yang cantik dikutuk terus menari mengikuti alunan musik yang repetitif.
TYMB
Tuhan menciptamu karna dia Tuhan Yang Maha Bosan.
Tuhan ingin hiburan. Ingin tertawa.
Hiburan surga tak cukup lucu.
Pujian para malaikat terdengar terlalu indah dan juga monoton.
Ia ingin kekacauan. Ingin masalah.
Ia ingin buat cerita yang epic antara gelap dan terang.
Lalu diciptakan olehNya papan catur kehidupan,
Dan kamu ditempatkanNya didalam skenario kemurahan hatiNya.
Kamupun senang.
Kamu mencintai rezim keseharian,
Dan menikmati tiap debaran jantung yang menandakan intimidasi waktu yang ditetapkanNya untukmu.
Padahal kamu ini hanya sebuah lelucon. Mainan.
Bidaknya Tuhan. Budaknya kehidupan.
Venus and The Crescent Moon (May 21th 2015)
A floating crescent moon that appears tonight,
Reminds me of your crooked smile..
And Venus stays beside it, in the same ink blue night sky.
I wonder if you and I were actually together, like the Moon and the Venus tonight..
How would it feels to sit beside you watching a crimson-apricot sun that slowly melts into the horizon night?
I wonder if you and I were actually together, like the Moon and the Venus tonight..
How would you feel if I lay beside you to give you warmth in the dark corner of night.
Good night, love.
CELESTIAL DUST 