Black Night, Black Year

I just heard a news about one of 26 Senior High School's student. God took him. All I can think about is Arsya right now. And that there are too many relatives died this year. It's like a never-ending circle.

I'm afraid. I'm scared. I'm not ready to hear Death say "Greetings, it's your old friend. I'm here to take you home." I'm not ready yet.

This is so surreal. Naive. I know. Whatever.

Rest In Peace Miguel Rizky from 26 Senior High School, may your faults be forgiven and your name be remembered. May God keep your family and friends strong.

Say "Hi" to Arsya from me.

One and Only. Forever and Always.

ARSYA PRATAMA
January 13th 1997 - February 12th 2011.
04 XC 8 SHS Year 2013


I lost a friend.
A brother.
A shoulder to cry on.
A sweet boyish smile.
A gentle little dude.
A smart-ass boy.
A supporter.
A good listener.
A part of me.


You are worth a million tears.
A billion dreams.
A gazillion laughs.
An infinity of happiness.

Thanks for all the laughter.
The smiles.
The cries.
The tap on my back.
The messages.
The support.
The sweetness.
The jokes.
The spirit of life that you brought to me.

I will miss your smile.
Your laugh.
Your scream.
Your jokes.
Your sweet endearing eyes.
You.

You better rest in peace until we meet again amigo!

Love and Hugs,
Medha

school's coming

School's coming
Holiday's gone
No more partying
All the fun is done

Better get ready
And keep steady
Cause we have to fight
To make school become light

Study and study
Cause exam's coming
So come on lady
Let's welcome morning

Hate to leave my class
Cause it's so unforgettable
Memories come in splash
Like some colorful marbles

Really need another holiday
Don't want to welcome school again
Just want to play and play
Cause leaving 8th grade just give me more pain


so sorry for this(another junk) hehe idk why i prefer to write a poem these days hhhhhhh fuck it so love y'all as always,
Medha