Earthless

Campfire Talk: Campfire Talks             Campfire Talks will be my new platform that will be used to share my opinion about things, which are random things and before I talk about that random things, to begin and to ring the bell, I will talk about Campfire Talks itself first. Campfire Talks is the concept about the sharing of ideas of people who gather together in the same platform and in the same period of time. Our ancient used to do this by sitting in a circle around a campfire, in the nights when the mosquito and fireflies are the lies and truths, in the middle of somewhere, with the fire burning and its ashes floating around, the wind blowing everyone’s guts up, beneath the moon and sometimes the stars. They talked about everything, they talked about life, politics, economy, social issues, their lovers, love, hunting, shooting, fighting, whose cock or breast is the biggest, they discuss about the act must be taken to ...

KAKI EMPAT (Rough Sript) I’m walking down, almost crawling, a half meter from the ground, walking with four feet but without the wings God promised me. I’m walking nowhere yet everywhere, seeking for some human’s garbage to eat, my lifestyle is low price. I’m walking through a building that human’s dying to call as fancy restaurant, which I see nothing fancy about being individualistic, nothing glamour about eating foods that are priced twice of the waiters’ salary and nothing elegant about getting dressed well just to fulfill one of living creature’s necessary to continue living. There is a woman in front of me while I’m ripping a big black plastic bag near the garbage can, she doesn’t notice me, but I do cause we notice more than humans do, she looks flustered in between the choices whether she comes in or not, human is so confusing, I would have been inside if I were in her shoes. I mean you don’t have to worry if the owners kick you out or they flush on you with dirty wate...

Quit writing Or Quit smoking  Or Quit being Or Quit having Or Quit loving Or  Quit living this way, For the sake of every correct name on Starbucks' cups and the people's hullabaloo. 

She’s Sorry for the Climate Change Arabella Walking on the street there she is Drink for bottles like there is peace Stops mentioning her mind She just takes everything fine Dancing on the dance floor No one dares to take the core Her swinging hair does more than amphetamine Floats me away with drunken vitamin Blow the color of her emotion Red and black all over the action Demons in my veins they all leave Can’t take the flame I suck to live Her kiss is chiropractic Blow my lips and shaping idealistic She grabs my hair into a mess I kiss her neck like a loch ness She makes me capitalist in loving I make her realist in leaving I push her against the wall Diving into the bliss of lust waterfall Still smell the aftertaste of her cigarette Hypnotizing my drunken dream into the red carpet She says the sky looks pinkish tonight As she holds my nape in a way too tight Dictating my move like a puppet Rope she uses makes me her pet I...

D I A S P O R A Dimas  Nugraha Arnaz I’m the waiter for my own order Master of the place where I’m a stranger Accustomed to the daily peculiar Peculiar to the daily customer I'd rather be the smoke blown out from the mouth Than starring to perform nicotine upon the lungs Heading north but dragged south The aftertaste of the bliss of the young I’m an old tree planted on the ocean Summoned to grow by the hazy breeze I’m the untold question never been asked to magician Echo of the void never brings me to ease Sleepy cells part of me is enormous Rise like a phoenix as the last word of famous It’s risen and gone in fear of what it will cost Always in doubt as the current of River Ouse I start with stars in my scar The journey of unmeasurable-far I’m in search of my opera I’ve always been the diaspora

T R A I N    O F    T H O U G H T S By Dimas Nugraha Arnaz Chapter I: Hunting Syllables             It’s a sunless world where I lived where there was only night to take a breathe or stake some bet, my name is Luke and I was sitting alone in the bar named “Come Here” which was the reason why I came there, I took some shots to accompany my lonely mind convincing myself that what I think is right, to get away from the crowds. I played my lighter, lighting it up and off until someone sat beside me ordered two shots of Ricard which I assumed that person was waiting for someone but I was wrong cause the person finished both of them in five seconds, I didn’t know whether the person was a man or woman cause the person wore a jacket with its hood covered the person’s head, the voice was a uniqe voice that made it’s hard for me to guess the person gender, the person wore unisex jacket with unisex jeans and ...