Earthless

T E R R A F O R M             So, I try something different this time which usually I will write about some sad-poetic yet trying to be aesthetic poetry or short story, in this thight toy night I will write something different, a story about one of those song which contain valuable stories behind them. It’s the song by Novo Amor and Ed Tullet called Terraform, it tells us about the story of Kawah Ijen in Indonesia which has an untold story beneath it, this song is about bravery, slavery, eternity and the most important thing, sacrifice. Terraform seems like one of very rare song which talks about SDGs and support it, terraform means is to alter the environtment in order to support life and I take it as the way to maintain and keep our earth from disaster but I won’t talk about the nature this time and focus on the people, in Kawah Ijen there is bravery and why do I say so? It’s because there are hundreds of miners in Kawah Ij...

Aluminum I have a kettle it has been there since my older sister was 10 and now she is 25 and has a daughter, mom uses it to heat the water cause her children are scared of cold water, my sister, me, and my little sister and it’s still the same today. Once mom said that its price wasn’t expensive yet it’s really cheap actually but it has served our family for decades to settle our fearness until today, and eventho we have water heater somehow my little sister still prefers to use it maybe she wants to maintain our family value for every morning she takes a bath before she goes to school, but I have to confess that the spirit the old kettle transfers from the fire to the water and then proceed to our skin makes it will always be unchangeable. I wish everyone has their own kettle to solve their problem the ours does, maybe it comes from your door everytime you walk pass it, or window when you gaze through it, maybe your tap when you turn it on as the water comes out or your big ...

Somewhere near the river, there were father and son talking about spoon, yeah spoon. The father said that it's better to eat mom's cooking with spoon but the son disagreed, he said it's better without a spoon, he preffered eating with palms and maybe it's because his mom always kissed his palms before sleep time and he felt mother love through his palms but father, he felt wife love through his lips. And the son asked When did mom usually kiss you dad? Before she went to your room to say goodnight. don't you find it as a funny thing dad? What? Mom kissed your lips and went to my room to kiss my palms, she transfered our loves everyday and it took until the time she left for us to realize. where is she now? She transfers other people loves son, are you sad? Are you? Yeah Why? It hurts to know that your palms is not covered by loves anymore. Why don't you kiss my palms everynight now? it's just the same. No it's not. Yeah it is, some people w...

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Do you speak my language? The language of sense that implants halcyon sentiment into your skin Do you speak my language? The language of tied tongue but never says a sea is a mountain Do you speak my language? The language of shimmering eyes that always catch the beauty beyond the ugly Do you speak my language? My language sounds impudent but only the innocence will understand Do you speak my language? My language smells like a flower whitin the morning mist but still, it's cold One day I laughed in secret the ants told me I joined to cry of each falling dying leaf of casuarina tree Caterpillars answered every question I bothered to ask them Rain answered my praying with its splash Sometimes I speak the language of my cigarettes, They say they like it when I smoke but hate it when I blow Not knowing the tobacco I sipp is always poisoning through my throat, Lives beneath my lungs  I ask them why isthe smoke always white They say it stands for saintliness H...

We ran through the edge of the cove That we thought it was a hollow cove But spectacularly we missed the core A pelican said it was a seashore We moved so far away Merculiarly At a sunny place we stayed Unobstructedly And I wasn't sure where were we Sweetheart please remind me I want to be there again And play no pretend Get a vision from the lighthouse Fascinating what can radiance cause All the soaked marine in kerosine Sign that we won't be quarantined Oh I'm in agony Have lost my anatomy Would you like to heal me? The last puzzle of my insecurity We are at the coastline To see the sun paints the sky Stow your love with me Seal to our own alterity

Hey there, watch out with the floor Reckless just broke the glass vase, he's getting worse today Hey again, is it cold outside? Or warm? Tell me about the weather, haven't seen the sun since the last time, that day It's me, be quite Satisfication is sleeping on the couch, don't wake him out or wake him up if you want, he won't do anything Look at there, it's Hope he got locked on his legs, he can't go anywhere, haven't eaten for three days for not answering Reckless's question, or for answering, he's gonna get punished anyway tho Oh yaa, do you mind to bother yourself to clean up the floor? There're some Faith's footsteps that he made when he left Isn't it a beautiful house? Trust sacrificed himself as foundation when we built this house, now you're exactly standing on him You haven't answered my question, is it cold outside? Or warm? Is rainbow still curved and makes half circle? Does it have new co...

Holocene is an epoch which relating to or denoting the present epoch, which is the second epoch in the Quaternary period and followed the Pleistocene, it's when our species began. Holocene makes me come with sentiment like recognizing sometimes we have to be lost to find a way. That we are not as great and at the same time greater than we think and nowhere near as amazing as we can and are meant to be. It tells us that places are times, and times are people. It reminds me of my childhood where I thought that just by wearing my favorite orange blanket on my back as wing like those superheroes have I could be one of them, I could be as magnificent as the eagle I saw at the NatGeo Wild but I was wrong and it broke my heart, my first broken heart that was too heavy for a 5-year-old kid to carry and I believed that was the impact of Holocene, it just said Hi to me before I'm blinded by my own wonderful bliss of myth, I was lucky. We go through life that we think we choose our jour...