Trapped

I walked for a thousand miles,
trapped in the despair of misery.
I was ravaged by hunger,
my throat, burning with thirst.

In search of freedom I dared everything.
Even though my life has to be risked.
I soar in the scorching desert,
just to look for that piece of paradise.

The night,
so cold and bitter.
The afternoon,
blistering with the heat of the sun.

I wonder when this pain will end.
I wonder where is my paradise.
I wonder if I have made the right choice,
haven't I?

I am trapped and I am lost,
in this bitter life of mine.
Not knowing where to go,
not knowing what to do.

If I would ever see a shooting star,
I would always wish for my freedom.
I will keep on waiting for the moment,
for that bright star to fall in the eastern sky

The question is,
will it fall?

If I were the world

If I were the wind
I would not fly in the sky
But soar freely up high
with a rush of freedom within

If I were the sky
I would stand proudly above the soil
With a vision, so bold and daring
Like great leader of the people

If I were the sun
I would shine brightly every day
Painting the sky with different colors
Allowing life, to thrive on this earth of ours

If I were the moon
I would always shower my light
To people in the lonely night
Giving them warmth, peace and tranquility

If I were the ocean
I would gush bravely
To places we have never seen
Filled with surprises, and mysteries

If I were the world
I would make this planet a better place
Where everyone lives happily
What a wonderful paradise, can it be?

Life

Not knowing where to go,
I walk a thousand miles.
Through harsh lands and plateau,
I endured harsh trials.

The sky so blue,
soaring happily with freedom.
A man's heart, so true,
filled with passion and wisdom.

What's a life without dream?
Where everything feels so empty.
What's the point of being supreme?
Where what you get is nothing, but envy.

If only I were the wind.
I would soar freely in the sky.
Bathe in the golden sunlight of July.
Feel nothing, but a rush of freedom within

The Rain - Chapter 2

At last I woke up, in the middle of the night. I found myself half buried in the sand. I stood up, forcefully and looked at the star. The great bear was there, I continued walking into the direction and... It was raining. At last, I found it....

-The End-

The Rain - Chapter one

I walked aimlessly, into places that I never recognise. From the barren desert, to an empty town. From a bustling city, to a quiet village. It was hard, life was hard, the journey was tough but all I had in mind, was to look for you. I have scoured a thousand miles, battling each and every weather that went against me like a storng current of soldiers rushing over me. None of these were able to stop me, from searching where you were then. The sun rose, painting the skies with strikes of orange and a wide spread of gold. I woke up, reminding me where I was. Oh, it's the desert. I stood up, breathed a considerable amount of cold air which fills up my lungs like I have never breathed before. The night was harsh, when tempertature dropped to a bone-biting 4 degree celsius at night. I had nothing on me, just a plain shirt with a plain pants. My shoes were ragged, my skin was dry. Hunger like a beast, biting the surface of my stomach's wall raged for 2 days. After all, I only ate 2 pieces of cactus stem, and that was 3 days ago. The pain and suffering, made me even more enthusiastic to look for you. it's worth the wait, it's worth of everything. I walked to a direction I never know was correct or wrong. Usually I headed East, to the side where the sun guided me along in the morning. I would usually walk for 7 hours, without stop. In the afternoon, the sun beat down upon me like a huge furnace behind my back. My clothes, drenched in sweat, created such an uncomfortable feeling that I had as I walked aimlessly. I could not take it anymore, I fell on my knees, cried, and fainted.

My Stories

Okay people, Adi here. I've decided to create this blog dedicated to writing STORIES. Here are why I am doing this:

1) I wanna improve my English
2) I enjoy writing (Perhaps?)
3) I love literature

And not only stories, I may put my poems and other stuff too. Perhaps music :D

-Adhianto-