tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-239219382011-04-21T18:29:06.502-07:00Monce Picardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00963487570811213732noreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23921938.post-1148553824747427802006-05-25T03:40:00.000-07:002006-05-25T03:43:44.760-07:00Aku takut katakan "Cinta".<br />Meski dalam dada ini sebuah rasa<br />Semakin bergelora.<br />Aku hanya berani katakan "Suka".<br />Meski mungkin semua<br />Jauh dari sederhana.<br /><br />-...-<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23921938-114855382474742780?l=ercamus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Monce Picardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00963487570811213732noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23921938.post-1147119388557444802006-05-08T13:15:00.000-07:002006-05-13T08:04:56.966-07:00When the North Star is rising.<br />She show me paths.<br />Enlighten even my darkest hours.<br />To raise up spirit of a fallen knight.<br /><br />-...-<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23921938-114711938855744480?l=ercamus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Monce Picardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00963487570811213732noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23921938.post-1146398075608854342006-04-30T04:49:00.000-07:002006-04-30T04:54:35.620-07:00Buku itu terbujur di kasurku. Mata naga yang sayu. Berwarna biru. Aku memandangnya lekat-lekat. Ahhh... Sebuah fantasi menerawang jauh... Kata-kata terurai antara aku dan buku itu. Sehalaman-sehalaman aku begitu menikmatinya. Sebuah kisah baru, semoga bangkitkan asa yang telah pergi... Bersama melodi romantisme, yang sekarang hanya kenangan belaka.<br /><br />-...-<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23921938-114639807560885434?l=ercamus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Monce Picardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00963487570811213732noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23921938.post-1146327308793854672006-04-29T09:10:00.000-07:002006-04-29T09:15:08.803-07:00I keep staring at corner of my room. Numb. Some times of it, compose a poetry. When I'm doing those... Sometimes, I cry.<br /><br />-...-<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23921938-114632730879385467?l=ercamus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Monce Picardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00963487570811213732noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23921938.post-1142175426659902292006-03-12T06:49:00.000-08:002006-03-12T06:57:06.676-08:00Tiba-tiba aja, tadi pas perjalanan pulang dari Puri... Air mataku meleleh... Di sampingku, bapakku seseorang yang sangat keras kepala, sering kali merasa benar sendiri... Tampak semakin tua. Hhh... Meanwhile aku belum bisa nyumbangin apa-apa untuk dirinya. Masih saja dirinya kerja keras mencari rejeki...<br /><br />Maafin ya Pap, even apapun pemikiranmu, bagaimana pun kerasnya dirimu... I LOVE YOU SO MUCH.<br /><br />-...-<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23921938-114217542665990229?l=ercamus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Monce Picardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00963487570811213732noreply@blogger.com2