03/08 2011
I wondering what will happen if I end up my life today?
05/02 2010
Jealousy is nothing more than a fear of abandonment
08/15 2009
The strong one doesn’t win. The one that wins is strong
08/09 2009

Go home … (my paradise)

I don’t think I’m waiting
Silence can not afford to talk dumb
Try to say only prayer
I am not aware of silent, the quiet ..

While the sky split …
two, three, slowly up to five ..
How might this happen?
Earth heat flow in the red of my blood ..


Eyes stare long look in the mirror
Only the spread of the soul without the spirit of
Waiting Hour Paradise awaits
I’m not realize, still waiting …


One, two, three crystal spill drops of..
Eyes don’t see, while the hit ..
Albeit quietly waiting, woman complain ..
Blowing wind last .. woman went ..
Paradise pick back home ..
While silent .. I go home ..

08/08 2009
dear day dreamer:
maybe one day at my funeral, I’d like to read all of your last stories to me. even if I’m not read it on earth. just burn it with my body. write it with a colorful pen in a note. tell everything. all of my sins, what I’ve done to you, our happy time together even if just for a while or maybe in a minute. tell me how your feel. cause I’ll reborn to be a better person if I failed now.. :)

rioyanuar on August 4, 2009

08/07 2009

tak gendong kemana-mana
tak gendong kemana-mana
enak dong manteb dong
dari pada kamu naik taksi kesasar
mendingan tak gendong toh
enak toh manteb toh



gosip pasti berlalu
I love you full selalu
hidup pasti kan berhenti
I love you full sampai mati

gosip pasti berlalu
I love you full selalu
hidup pasti kan berhenti
I love you full sampai mati

tanpa lelah menggendong kami
yang keras hati
wahai Mbah Surip sang musisi superstar sejati
apakah tekanan show biz selalu memberati
tapi kau rendah hati
mudah tuk didekati

bangun tidur tidur lagi
tapi tak bangun lagi
tak lagi kau bernyanyi di tv pagi-pagi
tawa khasmu menggema kemana-mana
kehilanganmu kami semua duka bersama

kopi hadiah kawan-kawanmu makin menumpuk
tiba-tiba berita sedih mendadak menumbuk
tapi kau pahlawan!
bukti kreasi dimasa tua
inspirasi tak kenal lelah untuk semua

maafkan mereka yang kerap mencibirmu
maafkan aku ga sempat buat lagu dengan dirimu
kau panutan
bukti tampang bukan acuan
apa yang tlah kau buat akan kucoba lakukan

08/07 2009

Friday I’m in love

I don’t care if Monday’s blue
Tuesday’s grey and Wednesday too
Thursday I don’t care about you
It’s Friday, I’m in love

Monday you can fall apart
Tuesday, Wednesday break my heart
Oh, Thursday doesn’t even start
It’s Friday I’m in love

Saturday, wait
And Sunday always comes too late
But Friday, never hesitate…

I don’t care if Mondays black
Tuesday, Wednesday - heart attack
Thursday, never looking back
It’s Friday, I’m in love

Monday, you can hold your head
Tuesday, Wednesday stay in bed
Or Thursday - watch the walls instead
It’s Friday, I’m in love

Saturday, wait
And Sunday always comes too late
But Friday, never hesitate…

Dressed up to the eyes
It’s a wonderful surprise
To see your shoes and your spirits rise
Throwing out your frown
And just smiling at the sound
And as sleek as a sheik
Spinning round and round
Always take a big bite
It’s such a gorgeous sight
To see you eat in the middle of the night
You can never get enough
Enough of this stuff
It’s Friday, I’m in love

I don’t care if Monday’s blue
Tuesday’s grey and Wednesday too
Thursday I don’t care about you
It’s Friday, I’m in love

Monday you can fall apart
Tuesday, Wednesday break my heart
Thursday doesn’t even start
It’s Friday I’m in love

08/07 2009

“untuk dia yang telah merebut dan mengembalikan hatiku perlahan..”
November 8, 2006 by rioyanuar

08/06 2009
Tuhan itu adil … tapi untuk kalian … ?

February 20, 2006 by rioyanuar

08/06 2009

unseen

something that has been left beside.
trying to getting bigger than any others can do.

not to speak.

politics.
religions.
race.
and others..
things that will be divorce all of us.

power.
mighty.
things that will be separate between master and slave.

something that should be seen thoroughly,
sometimes it save in the mirror.
place to hide what inside of humanity.
place to says that “he is ..”
place that never lie about home.
the home that i remember.
this is.
something that i can’t say.
even through I’m in the mirror.
hope you want to break that glass.

May 31st, 2009 by rioyanuar

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