I Just Wanna Talk To You

I just wanna talk to you,
Under the bright light of the sun,
I just wanna be with you,
In front of train tracks in the dawn,
I just wanna talk to you ooh ooh

And all the other boys,
They want you intimate,
The passion of hardboiled egg,
And cheap cigarettes.

And they sure would fuck you good,
I think, I might, I guess I should,
But I just can't,
So I just talk to you.

I wouldn't say it was love that we had in set,
Though in your eyes were words I wish I calmly said,
I know I shouldn't just be nice,
You want the sex, you want the vice,
Can't contribute,
So I just talk to you.

I just wanna talk to you,
With ice cream on our movie runs,
I just wanna be with you,
Until the raining stops and we're done,
I just wanna talk to you ooh ooh.

When we're burning books,
In languages we knew,
And I'm catching looks,
Of all the things you do,
Yeah you've got them in lusty chains,
But you've got me locked inside your brain,
I can't have love,
So I just talk to you.

I'm not one for romance in the dark,
Not for one fucking out the sparks,
I'm just bringing you to see the stars.

And if we go to Ikea and play House with the living rooms,
I wouldn't once believe,
Our future's convalescing doom .

I just wanna talk to you,
With all the silly jokes and the puns,
I just wanna be with you,
And steal the world awhile just for fun.
I just wanna talk to you ooh ooh.

All my friends say I've got so much more to find,
So why lose my mind over what's left behind,
They don't know you've got me good,
So I think I'll stick around,
And talk to you.

Jom

Sudah ketara,
Aku tidak mahu dipermainkan,
Aku tidak mahu binasa.

Tetapi engkau telah mengaburi pandanganku, pemandanganku,
Hanya engkau dibawah lampu fluoresen,
Atas pentas dilatarbelakangkan langsir hitam.

Kau tahu kau cantik,
Tapi aku mahu kau tahu yang aku tak kisah.

Sebab kau tahu kau cantik kau tak terkejut bila diajak keluar,
Sebab kau tahu kau cantik kau tak hairan kenapa kau dikerumun.

Diselebungi laki-laki yang ingin menyelimutkan kau,
Dengan kasih mereka.

"Hi, nama saya si fulan,
Saya mahu berkenalan,
Just thought it'd be fun,
Kita keluar hari Sabtu ni, boleh kan?"

"Jom"

Aku rasa part ni yang aku tersilap langkah sedikit.
Bosan dengan perbualan yang remeh dan tidak bermakna dan tidak berkait,
Aku dan engkau mula jujur tanpa ragu,
Bak saling bertukar cadangan senarai lagu.

Di sini aku hampir jatuh cinta.

Sebab aku dapat tahu yang engkau sebuah paradoks.
Gabungan ciri-ciri yang berlawanan.
Yang tidak sepatutnya boleh dijumpa dalam satu jasad.
Biasanyalah.

Tetapi engkau wujud,
Seperti partikel fizik kuantum.

Hadirnya kau,
Sebagai memoriam bagi segala yang bahaya,
Tetapi nampak cun,
Seperti api mercun,
Seperti suasana dari batu pantai yang cerun,
Seperti rokok Sampoerna yang engkau balun.

Jadi kenapa aku masih mengharap,
Bahawa beberapa rangkap,
Dapat menangkap,
Ukiran wajahmu dengan lengkap.

Engkau alunkan lagu alternatif untukku,
Tetapi artis kegemaranmu,
Kau mengaku dengan positif,
Taylor Swift.

Engkau mencarut dengan suara lantang, seperti rempit Bukit Bintang,
Serentak ber-'pun' memanjang

Mahupun ufuk minda kau luas, bertutur dalam bahasa ketiga,
Menulis prosa, telus dan jujur seakan dirakam atas pita.

Jikalau akhirnya perasaan ini hanya ilusi,
Sekurang-kurangnya tercatit dalam bentuk puisi,
Yang ku bahagia bahwa kau ku terjumpa cari.

Commanding Banality

Little did I know, that the seeping tantrum of an old forgotten clock can throw me astray.

To the wall, locked down by the aged and the frayed.

I was told I would be magnanimous. Great. The disillusioned will set eyes on me, whether theirs, or their captors.

But I am now stuck.

I am now a mortal. A consumer.

I was not destined for the helms of revolution.

I was fated to read about them after the victors write their books,
And the marginal marks their margins.

I should be okay with that. I shan't celebrate power, dominance or glory.

I should be smiling, commanding banality.

Girl

In a perfect world,
This red lipstick ,
Won't result in bleeding chins,
Or blood stains from hateful cane strikes to the shins ,
But they caught me and beat me,
Will I live long enough for this story?

In a perfect world,
My gender won't be such a statistical danger,
So people don't have to worry about sleepovers,
Or parents won't be so worried of their daughters ,
Just because  one of their friends,
Looks too much like a potential father.

In a perfect world,
I won't be accused of trying to get into anyone's pants,
Just because I have no problem holding anyone's hand,
Or cuddling with my loved ones when it's cold and because I can,
I've made it clear I do not want you,
But why is it because of my cock I suddenly need to?

In a perfect world,
I love you because of your person,
Not because Men's Health tells me that nerdy guys are in this summer,
Or if you want busty girls, here are ways to get her,
Or because my  hormones just wants to ramp it up a bit higher,
I want you because of my suden willingness to make myself vulnerable,
Not because I'm suddenly having a boner.

In a perfect world,
I will wear that dress,
And no one's gonna say "Wax already.
I thought you wanted to be a girl,
One that's pretty?
Are you just cross dressing?
Or do you wanna be Britney 'Britney'."

In a perfect world,
I won't have to feel guilty blaming my friends,
Because it's not their fault,
They didn't choose these currents,
These societal norms,
Their scared, tired parents,
These gender-segregated dorms.

In a perfect world,
I will be able to talk about it,
Even if I might come off as quite a nitwit,
I probably do not understand your struggles,
"You don't have a uterus, you don't understand our troubles"

Maybe I can't understand you,
I don't see through your eyes,
Or go what you go through,
But I'm trying
And can you try and understand me too ?

Coz I am trying, however clumsily, to speak for every woman who wants to grow a beard but still want God to forgive us,
For every man with manicured nails but want their guy friends to still think he's toughest.

I am speaking for myself, and all the people who want to be... a person,
Instead of a cog in your machinery of social movements.

You are uncomfortable,
I don't want to make you uncomfortable,
I'm sorry,
I forget I can't force anyone to accept me if they're unable.

But at least let me accept me.

In a perfect world,
I would accept me,
Instead of trying to forget about  an endless tug of war of what's "my acceptable identity",
Instead of smoking more and more cigarettes, to end it all slowly,
Because a knife to the solemn heart scares me.

In a perfect world,
I probably won't be a perfect girl,
But I won't have to be part of your depressing world.

But at least when I watch my life unfurl,
I get to do it with a grin,
With MAC on my lips,
Proud hands on my hips,
As a boy who wants to be his favourite girl.

Some perfect world.

A Pair of Socks

I know you think the voices inside your head are loud,
But that does not mean we can hear them,
This does not mean we already know you.

I Insist

"No, I really do"

He beckons me with tired arms.

I was already walking in his direction, anyway. Contemplation wasn't part of the question. I ran towards him like a mother's gusto, scrambling for her long estranged child.

I embraced him and he shivered. Out of the pores of his skin came sweats made to cool him down, but as of now, only adds to the inconvenience.

The closer we get, the less relevant were the physical borders that separated us. I became one with his mind, seeping into the canals of his noisy wooden box.

Let me in, I am your Intrusive Thought.

Green Is Good

I hate the corporate,
Material world,
Throwing advertisements into the corners of my eyes,
Ardently distracted by all of these booming voices with catchy jingles recommending world views,
Aggressively suggesting lifestyles.

Too fat,
Too feminine,
Too hungry,
Not just for the Big Mac displayed on the screen,
But acceptance.

So, I take a walk outside, fresh air, empty lands,
Filled only with trees, shrubbery, and animals without the chemical need for ecstasy in dazzling entertainment.

Peaceful ones,
I look upon the sunset,
The clouds upon hills,
Green,brown, but of chlorophyll and soil,
Not artificial preservatives,
Hues powered by plastic from oil.

To fight industry,
if not with force
of the mind and
muscle,
To rebel by escaping the noise,
Of discounts, new releases and
bustle.

I would give money for this cause,
If I could make it last,
As long as a cement overpass.

_____________________________________________________________________________

"How are the numbers looking?"

The taller figure hidden but for his silhouette asked, while staring at the span of wall with screens displaying moving scenery worthy of computer desktops and oil paintings, simultaneously.

"We're making tons", said another man, seated in his swivel chair, scanning the happenings while going through panoplies of statistical imagery.

"This unorthodox, anti-brand veneer really works. Putting in all that money thinking they're preserving what is 'pure'. We scare them with scarcity so that they will always be driven by a sense of urgency. They know too little, but the best consumer is an ignorant consumer".

"What if they stop buying into it? What if they find out?", a nervous quiver in his voice.

"They won't"

There was a long pause, as several of the screens showed groups of people tying themselves to trees and chanting 'SAVE THE TREES FOR OUR CHILDREN'.

"Even if they do, we have other ventures. It won't matter"

The taller figure hidden but for his silhouette walks out of the office, past a plaque on the wall that read in glossy holographic letters:

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