Superhuman

By: Chris Brown

Weak
I have been crying and crying for weeks
How'd I survive when I can barely speak
Barely eat, On my knees

But that's the moment u came to me
I don't know what your love has done to me
Think I'm invincible
I see through the me I used to be

You changed my whole life
Don't know what your doing to me with your love
I'm feeling all super human, you did that to me
A super human heart beats in me
Nothing can stop me here with you
Super human (I feel so superhuman X2)
Super human

Strong
Since I've been flying and righting the wrongs
Feels almost like I've had it all along
And I can see tomorrow

Where every problem is gone because
I flew everywhere with love inside of me
It's unbelievable to see how love can set me free

You changed my whole life
Don't know what your doing to me with your love
I'm feeling all super human, you did that to me
A super human heart beats in me
Nothing can stop me here with you
Super human (I feel so superhuman X2)
Super human

It's not a bird, not a plane
It's my heart and it's going, gone away
My only weakness is you
Only reason is you
Every minute with you
I can feel like I can do anything
Going going, I'm gone away in love

You changed my whole life
Don't know what your doing to me with your love
I'm feeling all super human, you did that to me
A super human heart beats in me
Nothing can stop me here with you
Super human

Super human

Slowly but sure..

I can feel it..

Slowly but sure, i can see the red rash spreading on my face again..

Bout few days, i've felt like there's something wrong inside my body,

Don't know what, and don't have ability to stop it either..

Uurrgghhhh...

I don't know why the rash spread again..

Last time the rash appears was on last June..

Hmmm...

The doctor ask me, am i being exhausted this last few days?

And i said no, I'm not physically tired or something like that..

I didn't do any physical job lately,

Well..

Maybe just a little bit depressed..

Shrug..

I know that i need to control my body and my mind,

I know that i can't get too tired, exhausted, or being depressed..

But it's hard to do so,

When the whole world seems standing against me..

Wise man says that Love is about giving and not bout receiving,

That loving someone is bout giving as much as u can, n not asking how much they can give to you..

But am i wrong for asking little bit of attention..

Am i wrong for asking little bit of understanding..

Well....

With all of these things,

I'm still so much thankful to  Allah SWT,

For still able to breathe until this vary second..

For still able to Love..

Euforia

By: Oka Rusmini

Mungkin kita memang tidak memerlukan pertemuan lagi.
Atau kau mulai takut menyentuh api yang terus tumpah dalam bola mataku?

Katamu:
"Aku menginginkan kau tumbuh jadi pohon. Daunmu yang lebat akan menyumbat gigil yang terus berderak dalam tubuh. Di luar bertalu dingin. Tak ada manusia yang bisa kuajak bicara. Tak ada matahari yang mau melepas potong tubuhnya. Jangan pernah pergi. Mari, lemparkan ranting-rantingmu yang rimbun. Mungkin aku bisa kembali hidup."

Di sebuah ruang penuh orang-orang. Kau melindap tak berani menagkap bola mataku. Aku telah menggantung kata-kataku di setiap sudut jalan-jalan kota yang padat. Mungkin bisa memanggilmu berpaling. Di rel-rel kereta tua aku melepas pikiran-pikiranku, mungkin dia kan berbiak, menempel di dinding kereta. Bila kau duduk, kau bisa mengulitinya, membawanya pulang. Aku juga meyelipkan lagu-lagu cinta, karena tak ada suara yang bisa keluar dari mulutku. Kau telah menyumbatnya.

Katamu:
"Aku lelaki yang tidak memiliki kata-kata. Kau makin jauh. Aku melihat ombak besar melumatmu. Aku pernah berlari dengan perahu dan jaring. Mungkin masih bisa kuselamatkan kau di keping tubuhku. Tapi kau terus mengikuti ombak. Kau mungkin telah hilang. Mengapa kau kembali?"

Aku pernah jatuh cinta pada patung air yang kau sembunyikan di detak jantungmu. Kau memanggil kerumunan anak-anak yang sedang bermain. Sambil menggenggam tanganku. Aku tak memiliki garis tangan, lalu kau menyuruh sepasang anak yang sedang berkasih-kasihan untuk megambil taji.

Katamu:
"Mana tanganmu. Aku akan menuliskan namaku di urat tanganmu."

Mungkin tidak lagi pernah kuimpikan pertemuan. Ketika aku mulai rajin mengirimimu bunga, daun-daun kering. Sambil mengingat berapa usiamu kini. Kadang-kadang kucari suaramu. Lalu kuselipkan di seluruh lubang telingaku. Mungkin aku bisa mengenang rasa takutmu.

Katamu:
"Aku tak ingin kehilanganmu."

Aku pernah jatuh cinta pada patung air itu. Ketika malam, kukirimi bangkai bunga. Kau melempar wangi akar padaku. Kau tidak pernah berkata-kata lagi. Selalu gelap. Dingin. Mungkin memang tidak pernah kauinginkan pertemuan lagi. Tapi aku selalu mendengar suaramu yang parau menyanyikan lagu-lagu cinta penuh ragu. Kelak bila aku bisa mengumpulkan huruf-hurufku yang tanggal akan kukirimi kau sebuah rahasia yang terus membuat denyut di dalam darahku.

Atau kau ingin mengambil namamu yang pernah kaugoreskan di telapak tanganku?