the journeys

🩶🖤🩶🖤🩶🖤🩶 🍓All about my favorites🍓 🍓Somestimes write a story and poem, and also shared about my colorful life through the words🍓

[ichigooichi]

Before the Rain (its about writer not about people stalkers or indonesia called is KEPO. Not about people kitchen)

I was never your headline,

just the sentence you whispered

before the storm arrived.

You spoke to me

like shelter—

temporary,

necessary,

never promised.

Maybe I was the pause

between one love and another,

the cup of warmth

you held

while waiting for thunder.

I don’t blame the rain

for choosing where to fall,

nor the sky

for changing its mind.

If I was only meant

to stand beside you

before the clouds decided—

then let me be proud of that moment.

Because even umbrellas

are loved

before the rain.

[ichigooichi]

A Walk

It was not a walk to remember you,

not the kind lovers take at dusk,

counting streetlights like promises.

It was a walk to kill you—

the version of you

that lingered in my chest,

uninvited, unpaying rent.

Each step pressed harder on your name,

crushing syllables into the pavement,

until even the air forgot your shape.

I did not look back.

Ghosts survive on glances.

By the time I reached the corner,

you were no longer a person—

just a thought

that finally learned how to die

.

[ichigooichi]

“Debt Has No Mercy”

(Inspirasi Tentang hutang hukum timbal balik perbuatan)

Dress your lies in velvet words,

paint pity on your trembling face —

yet debt will spit upon your script,

for debt has neither heart nor grace.

It waits, a vulture on the cliff,

perched high above your hollow plea;

no prayer, no poet’s final gasp

can cut you from its grip set free.

You claim the world has wronged your steps,

you craft excuses, thin as air —

but debt does not bend to your cry,

it does not flinch, it does not care.

And when the cold earth calls your name,

when soil becomes your final bed,

your debt will scratch upon your stone:

“What’s owed is owed — even when dead.”

[ichigooichi]

it seemed a passing glance,

A fleeting whisper, born of chance.

Yet time revealed, with quiet grace,

It truly happened — left its trace.

What once appeared a distant dream,

A shadow drifting through the stream,

Stood firm beneath the pale moon’s light,

A fleeting thought made living sight.

[ichigooichi]

A Prayer for the Child Within

(Made on 1 Januari 2026 / 20.04 WIB )

There is a child beneath my breathing,

Known by God before my name.

Formed in silence, shaped in waiting,

Taught to carry quiet shame.

She learned the language of survival,

Kneeling where no comfort came.

Calling heaven in her tears,

When love on earth forgot her frame.

Fear became her daily scripture,

Abandonment her nightly psalm.

Yet still she reached for unseen mercy,

Trusting wounds to meet His palm.

O Lord who counts the sparrow’s falling,

You have numbered every cry.

You saw the child they overlooked,

You heard her question “Why?”

Now place Your light where memory trembles,

Where guilt and longing intertwine.

Teach the child within my spirit

That her heart was Yours all time.

For I am grown, yet still becoming,

Held by grace, not by my past.

And in Your arms, the child finds shelter,

Learns at last—she is held fast.

[ichigooichi]

50 suka!

[ichigooichi]

He Chose Quiet

(Hummiliate) dibuat 22 Desember 2025, mantaaffff

He did not seek the crowd, nor thirst for blame,

Yet peace grew costly when the truth lay bare.

To live in calm, he spoke the hidden name,

And let the weight of consequence hang there.

He shamed another—not from cruel delight,

But from the need to end a ceaseless war.

For silence fed the wrong, prolonged the night,

While truth, once named, could wound—but close the door.

Let no one claim his hands were clean as snow,

For quiet came with debts he chose to pay.

Yet still he stood, unwilling to forgo

A life unchained by fear at break of day.

He learnt this truth, both bitter and severe:

Some peace is bought by standing unappeared.

[ichigooichi]

Me and My Dog

It’s me and my dog on the old village lane,

Where the hedgerows whisper secrets after rain.

His paws tap out a rhythm soft and true,

A steady beat the world can march to.

We wander past the fields where daylight spills,

Past chimney smoke and quiet rolling hills.

No rush, no rules, no need to pretend—

Just a girl and her dog, and the road that bends.

He looks up at me with those wise, kind eyes,

As if he knows every truth time never denies:

That loyalty isn’t loud, and love isn’t grand—

Sometimes it’s fur on your coat

and a warm nose in your hand.

And in a world that spins too fast,

Where moments fade but memories last,

I find my peace where I belong—

Me and my dog,

walking home.

[ichigooichi]

Mr Alibi

(Lupin anime . Inspiration)

Mr Alibi, caught in your own lie,

tripped on the story you swore was “so clever.”

Funny how you bragged you’d never slip—

turns out you’re not slick, just stupid with effort.

You stitched excuses like patchwork cloth,

but every thread screamed I made this up.

Even your shadow looked embarrassed

walking next to you.

Mr “Trust Me,” Mr “I’d Never”—

you rehearsed the script, forgot the plot,

and when the truth punched through the cracks,

you blamed me for the holes you shot.

Congratulations, genius—

you lied, got caught, and still looked shocked.

Next time you want to play detective,

try using a brain

instead of luck.

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Hari ini adalah perayaan 7 tahun saya di Tumblr 🥳

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Predictable Signs

It is always easy to tell—

when Sasvro is drawn to someone,

he begins to wear their shadows.

He borrows their walk,

their taste in light,

their way of standing slightly off-centre

as if belonging were a learned pose.

Soon he appears everywhere—

in tagged photos,

half-smiling in other people’s frames,

a reflection reposted,

again and again.

Not love, perhaps—

but exposure.

A quiet imitation

mistaken for devotion,

until the feed moves on

and so does he

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Yg ada jugak masyarakat yang suka milih milih.. milih dalam artian : milih karena ada benefitnya, kayanya atau urusan cintannya.

Tapi milih karena menjauhi yang buruk seperti ngajak ke hal hal negative (yg parah banget) bisa menghancurkan masa depan . Kalo menjauh karena itu penulis jugak lah.. (ha ha ha)

Never choosing friends

I never choose my friends—

they arrive like London rain,

quiet, grey, and staying longer than expected.

On damp benches we share silence,

bitter tea,

no promises, no conditions.

Loyalty rarely raises its voice;

it lingers when the cold wind

erases names from the city’s memory.

I never choose my friends—

time chooses us,

and honesty decides

who remains seated

when the streetlights go dark.

[ichigooichi]

Title: Sweet Tags, Bitter Heart

If it happens to Mika too,

she will clap with careful hands,

soft enough not to bruise

her own intentions.

She will call it support,

post the proof—

a tagged photo,

a sugar-coated line

floating in an IG story.

“Proud of you.”

“So happy.”

“Love this.”

Words dressed like flowers,

picked from a garden

she never wanted to water.

Behind the screen,

her heart refuses applause.

It tightens.

It counts.

It compares.

She smiles for the algorithm,

not for the truth.

Because honesty doesn’t filter well,

and envy looks ugly in daylight.

So she supports—

only where people can see.

She celebrates—

only where silence can’t argue back.

And maybe that’s the saddest part:

not that she lies to others,

but that she mistakes performance

for peace.

Sweet tags.

Bitter heart.

Perfect story.

Crooked feeling.

[ichigooichi]

Title: Third Name in the Chorus

Funny how love

suddenly multiplies—

Dian with Silky,

Silky with Mikan,

and silence with me.

Three names in one story,

yet only two

ever get the chorus.

I was the verse

they skipped on the radio,

still playing

in the background café.

Dian smiles like certainty,

Silky sings like choice,

Mikan stands there

as if love were a spare chair—

polite, unused, convenient.

They call it timing,

they call it fate,

I call it borrowing warmth

without checking the label.

No one admits

who held whose hand first,

only that someone

was always “just a friend”

until proven otherwise.

So here I stand—

not bitter,

just observant.

Because if love were honest,

it wouldn’t need

three names

to explain one confusion.

[ichigooichi]

Title: Let It Be Joy

If thinking of Mika and Fero

turns the light a little blue,

don’t let the ache stay longer

than it ever needs to.

Sadness is just love

that forgot how to smile,

so teach it again—

slowly, in its own time.

They walk a road

that isn’t mine to trace,

two hearts learning happiness

at their own pace.

So I fold my feelings

into a quiet prayer,

not to hold them back,

only to wish them fair air.

May laughter follow their mornings,

may peace guard their nights,

and if love is their language,

may it always speak kind.

I choose not tears,

but grace instead—

to let them be happy,

and let my heart rest.

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Unwatched

I write again,

no longer glancing over my shoulder.

Tumblr is quiet—

the good kind of quiet,

where words are allowed to breathe.

Their eyes have moved on,

fixed elsewhere—

on Mika,

on Fero,

on a story that no longer needs me

as its echo.

I am free in the margins now,

ink returning to its natural pulse.

No fear of being read wrongly,

no hunger for their approval.

Let them watch another flame.

I have learned

how to burn without an audience,

and still leave light behind.

[ichigooichi]

Too Much Love for the Wrong One

I loved you with a quiet violence,

the kind that kneels before it speaks,

gave you my mornings, my doubts,

even the parts of me that still needed sleep.

You were never cruel, not really—

just absent in all the important ways.

I kept mistaking your silence for depth,

your distance for mystery.

I loved you harder when you loved me less,

a foolish faith dressed up as loyalty.

I called it patience, I called it hope,

but it was only fear of letting go.

There is a particular ache

in loving the wrong person too well—

not sharp, not sudden,

but a slow erosion of self.

Now I gather myself back, piece by piece,

learning that love should not feel like begging.

If it hurts this much to give,

then darling, it was never meant to stay.