Coretan Warna Merah

Kala zaman mengundang warna
asmara dan lara beraduk ria
mengapa aku merasa penat
letih... bosan... muak!

Sepanjang layang memandang
hitam putih terbaur kabur
tapi itulah masalahnya
dua corak berduet sahaja
monoton oh kutonton
gubahlah hidupku
karna takutku membatu duniaku
layaknya benalu dalam kapas
dibawah tinta diatas kertas
bukankah merah merekah indah
saat terkuas lembut belainya
saat itu pula...
hidupku tlah berubah.

This is not a poem!

Want to write so much
A poem out of this boredom
but what can i say
i'm either painfully dying or painfully dead

yet my panic seizure seems to failed me today
i had none emotions, lacks of spirits,
as same as a frickin puppet jinx.
Yes... I am dead, I guess..

No you're not dead!
IDIOT!
Can't you see that the puppet's been freed?
The spirits are everywhere,
and the seizure fails you every freakin day!

Yet the skies are not moving!
I'm breathin, the breath from the dead,
yet my mind wonders to those skies
and the colors are black and white
I may not be dead, but now..
I feel colorless...

But how can I write if I'm dead?
How can I be dead, if I write?
Either way, no poem today...
or is there?

I guess this is my poem
it's about NOT a poem
Yet somehow, it came to live,
meanwhile... i am not..
DAMN!
I need to write a real poem!

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Written by me and AlexJhon while chatting via YM.