untuk kawan seperjuangan, Theresia 2013
- Josephine & Pingky
Tiga tahun, kawan
Tiga tahun merajut sayap,
Tiga tahun merangkai mimpi dan harapan
Tiga tahun menapaki jalan berliku,
Hingga akhirnya tiba di gerbang masa depan
Tiga tahun ditempa makian
Tiga tahun belajar terbang, meski tak jarang
Duri tajam menggores sayap kita yang masih rentan terluka
Tiga tahun dipupuk cinta dan ketulusan
Dari relung guru dan orangtua
Kini, kita siap terbang sahabatku,
Kita siap mengepakkan sayap yang kuat dan tak mudah terluka
Bagi burung kecil, kita siap meninggalkan sarang
Sudah tiba masanya,
Terbanglah kawan,
Terbang
......
Bukan!
ini bukan puisi perpisahan
Ini hanya sedikit dari sekian banyak kenangan
yang mungkin kita bagi bersama
Ini hanya sebuah kisah,
1000 hari tentang kita
60 hari pertama,
Puluhan ikat rambut terkuncir rapi dan kepala cepak abri
Memenuhi ruang-ruang lantai 2 gedung ini
Ingatkah
kau betapa sulit rasanya
untuk sekedar berbaur dan berintegrasi?
Ingatkah kau di awal perjumpaan kita,
malahan kita saling berkelahi?
Ratusan hari berikutnya,
Beban... Beban... Beban...
Tiap hari kena marah
Ulangan dan tugas tanpa kenal lelah
Namun setidaknya aku sudah punya tempat
Namun setidaknya kita sudah saling akrab
Hari ke 400..
Telah sampailah kita pada masa yang katanya paling indah
Romantika cinta masa SMA
Dan hari-hari berikutnya berlalu begitu cepat
karna selalu ada kamu di dalamnya
300 hari berikutnya,
Kukira kita baik-baik saja
Kukira kita selamanya...
Sobat...
Hari ini Hari kita yang ke 1000
Waktu telah menjemput kita
......
Pada akhirnya
Kita tiba di penghujung jalan
Masih panjang titian menuju ujung pelangi
Masih tetap berbatu dan berliku jalan menuju mimpi
Pada akhirnya
Semoga waktu tidak membuat kita lupa
Bahwa kita pernah ada,
Bahwa kita pernah bersama.
Saturday, 27 July 2013
Puisi Terakhir// 1000 Hari Tentang Kita
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Monday, 27 May 2013
Thank You, A Rocket To The Moon ♥
Looking back at who they were, I just cant believe myself, how can I fell in love simply just by listening to one of their songs for the first time?
To be honest, I wasn't there since the summer 07 like some of their fans did. I discovered them when I first started high school 3 years ago, just because I accidentally heard one of their songs in my friend's car. It was Like We Used To and it just hit me since then. I went home that day knowing that I've fell in love with them. I started to watch all their youtube videos, listening to all their songs, and rushing through all their personal timelines on twitter. I know I may have had many great songs from various great artists but I swear I've never felt this way.
The feeling is almost the same as finding out your missing part........ and I knew that missing part of me were A Rocket To The Moon. It just suddenly felt incredibly amazing once I found them out, and I always want to know more and more about them though I don't know what pushed me. I've never had such a weird experience -to have fallen for a band- before.That's just how I started listening to them. It may sounds weird but I knew I was destined to always listen to their songs, to have them as my inspiration, and to always love them with all my heart. I'm just sure about it.
All my friends they say I'm such a freak, I have such a weird mental disorder of being so obsessive with arttm. But all fangirls do that too, right? All I can do is just watching them from a far, being a witness of their journey whenever they're on tour, performing from stage to stage eventually reaching out their dreams. I grew up secretly having them as my personal accompanies, also in hope I can always watch them getting BIG. They filled up my younger years with joy, whenever I feel lonely I listen to them and they just lessen my sadness. They made me feel like at least.. I'm worth it. Like they said indeed, their music has helped me see the light in the darkest of times and has left a lasting impression in my heart.
May 14th, 2011 I got to see them live and I'd like to say I was so lucky bc I accidentally got that meet&greet pass the day before................I was so speechless back then. I SWEAR IT WAS THE HAPPIEST MOMENT OF MY LIFE.
And the fact that they really care about their fans made me even happier. It feels so great being noticed by your idol, since sending some tweets is the only thing you can do as an overseas fan if you know what I mean...
It's just like they've been tattooed on my skin and each of them has a special place in my heart.
So when they've decided that their upcoming tour will be their last.. you know I was ( I am still ) broken. Sudden emptiness stroke me, I was still in denial and I refused to believe this is really happening this early.... So every night I cried to sleep, and woke up feeling twice the pain knowing it wasn't just a dream. It's like a nightmare coming true, it felt even worse than the feeling when you've just lost your bf/gf..
I can no longer listen to their new songs. I can no longer see those crazy kids reaching out their dreams to be BIG. I can no longer be Wild&Free. I can no longer be me. A Rocket To The Moon will eventually be gone, along with half of my soul and my youth spirit.
I was just so upset and I always have this thought on my mind asking is there really nothing we could do to make them stay as a band? Change the label or management or something?
But... knowing that they'll come back to Jakarta this August 23rd pretty much lessen my sadness. Not just because it's 3 days away from my birthday, but at least I still have a chance to see them live one last time. I still have a chance to sing along with another thousands fans on their concert. At least I still have a chance to wave goodbye and there's still a possibility to meet them personally and take crazy pictures together. At least.. there's still a possibility for me to make them notice that here, in a faraway land called Indonesia, there's this crazy kid who listens to their songs everyday, who appreciates everything they've done so far with their music, who loves them sincerely from the bottom of her heart.
They may have forgotten my weird name, so I'd really wish to have a chance to let them know that the crazy kid is... me.
There's still so much to say actually.. but instead I just wanna thank them..
so thank you guys.
Thank you for having been there as A Rocket To The Moon.
Thank you for your music, for the love you have put up on every songs, for simply being there when no one else could, for everything. You've been there since the first time I went to high school and you've managed to make it the best 3 years of my life. Thank you. You've made my everyday more colorful.
It's really hard to accept but I respect your decision, and will always support you guys no matter what.
I believe time will bring you guys back together, I hope just in a year or two. I will always love you all, as a band and individuals.
Thank you, A Rocket To The Moon.
love,
Pingky
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Saturday, 27 April 2013
Puisi Rumah Gedung Antik Tua
Rumah gedung antik tua
Rumah itu asmara
pernah ada cengkerama
pernah ada hangat
pernah ada bahagia
kumbang saling bercinta membuahi telurnya
dan suara ranjang berderit mesra,
mereka saksinya
Rumah gedung antik tua
ah, ya, rumah itu...
rupanya malapetaka!
masalah dikandungnya, nestapa dilahirkannya
Dengan deras mengalir sungai air mata,
sebab kupu-kupu lebih jelita dari kumbang betina
saat malam ia berbuka paha di singgasana tidur mereka
Bukan!!!
Bukan cinta yang membuahi telur busuknya!
Lihat saja.
seberapa lama kumbang dan kupu-kupu berebut madu
Lantas foto-foto mesra di ruang keluarga,
pun tidak ada artinya!
Rumah gedung antik tua
rumah itu membawa luka!
Namun sejatinya,
pengkhianatan hanya menyengsarakan yang setia
gulat betina itu bak sedang disabung orang
tinggal ratapan amarah dan kutuk saling bersautan
pun kemudian, jantan dan betinanya saling bunuh diri
kupu-kupu itu terbang lagi
dicarinya madu dari lain lelaki
Biar,
Biar saja rumah itu berdiri sendiri
Bersama jaring laba-laba dan debu permadani
Biar
Biar semua berkawan sepi
- @pingkyruslie
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