Forever Young – how I wish I was !!!

I found this somewhere in my computer. Its kinda old, but I felt like posting it… And before y’all read it, poetry’s not my thing… This was my high school stuff…. shake your head ;) !!!

Look at you, running around in that cute little dress of yours

With a angel’s smile, you’ve tucked your hair beneath a hair-band.

A boy ten years old looks at you sitting on some concrete pipes

And he is too naïve to understand what is happening.

He looks at you and it brightens up his day.

He knows you’re happy, and so is he.

Your glow is so radiant, the boy is amazed

He sits there and looks at you, and smiles,

And he is too naïve to understand what just happened.

Time flies by, he keeps it all to himself,

And still when he sees you, he smiles.

Within him is a desire screaming and desperately agonizing,

But he holds it all, for he thinks he understands

Yet, he is too naïve to understand what had just happened.

The boy thinks he has it all figured out,

That if he held it all within, nothing would ever surface out.

For he’d rather be ripped within, he’d still force a smile upon his face

Than to ever hurt that little girl whose thought alone would make his day.

And he is still too naïve to understand what had already happened.

He knows his inner demons, and he knows he is weak

So he kills himself within, but lets you know not a thing.

He would go through hell just to see you smile,

Than ever have you shed a tear for mistakes he makes, certainly he will.

He would lock that box you opened within and throw away the key,

And he would force a smile upon his face, inside he’s been shred.

And he is still too naïve to understand what is happening.

He will never know exactly as to what had happened,

Still, he wonders and wonders about what had already happened,

He is too naïve to understand all that ever happened,

Too naïve to understand if anything ever happened!!!

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  1. nikki

    mangoes are sour, but, look up, i am in the tree

    he coughed his thoughts out
    i got the words in the crowd
    soon the night broke out
    and the stars were pretty loud

    i heard them laugh
    i heard them cry

    the laughter, ok, I could understand
    but the stars too die?

    i got a call…he just died
    and soon i was in the crowd
    coughing his words back to him: goodbye
    and just then i saw a star shooting up in the sky

  2. nikki

    i wish was that little naive guy
    i don’t know what’s happening, but, yes, i can try!

  3. nikki

    and, how i wish i had not written that!
    but it’s too late, and it definitely is bad!

  4. well, now that you already have it up there, and from what I understand, you are fascinated by death and life, aren’t you ?? and since we’re already talking about life, here’s one I wrote a few years back (plainly because I just don’t have it in me right now to come up with a poem – its been a shitty long day…) nonetheless, you’re quite a poetess it seems, kainabhayeko Nikki (this one is for the “kainabhayeko pukurey”)…

    As you take your steps to leave,
    I stand here, looking at you go
    There’s nothing I can do,
    I don’t want you anymore….

    You turn your back on me
    I am glad I can still see you.
    Its strange this day has come
    I am thrilled to have had you….

    All the dreams I saw were hollow
    All you showed me were dreams,
    a tear I shed, a smile struggles
    as I take a stroll down the memory lane….

    I no more dream of you
    neither do I wish for you,
    I no more see the light
    and the darkness is eating me up….

    I am getting used to loneliness
    I, now, head for wilderness,
    for…..
    calmness is too strong to withstand,
    darkness way bright
    silence too loud,dreams too surreal….
    truth coaxed me, faith betrayed me,
    I lived me….I fooled me….
    Hopes no more drive me
    life, I no more chase.
    Though its easy to escape
    death seems weak,so into it I stare.

    There’s just so much I want to do,
    even more I wish to see…..
    And I am worried it’ll never be,
    I am afraid you’ll never see !!!

    P.S. – the “you” in this is “life”, just in case it’s not obvious !!!

  5. nikki

    clean(ed)

    colourless haze
    blinking shadows of a stranger’s gaze
    let’s play
    i will be your clay
    nevermind the stains
    use your little brains

    it’s a game
    but without a fancy name
    i am here
    you should be over there-
    just across the road
    and you just need to load

    when i run
    it has to be done
    and under the bridge
    when you see me, please,
    drop the gun

  6. Now, let me make an attempt !!!

    The fog is too thick, and the darkness blinding
    And yet I wait… wait to see if you’re coming !!!

    Its not how I wanted things to be
    not how I had imagined it all in my head.
    But you know how they say -
    “Some things are better off unsaid.”

    We played our game, we even danced to the tunes,
    We also made an attempt to mold clay into dunes.
    But just as dunes are, they shifted shape
    and nothing’s left of what was, only the unwanted stains.

    You should have seen me run after you,
    oh how I ran….
    But you were faced backwards and long gone,
    so its not your fault.
    I called for you, I screamed your name aloud,
    But just like every other time, I was only a voice in the crowd.
    Yea, that same voice you tend to lose track of.

    This is the last time I wait under the bridge,
    The darkness will soon erase me…
    But I will fight with all my might,
    just for you, your one last sight.
    And yes I know…
    I know it’s all in vain.
    All you’ll hear will be a bang,
    And all that’s left……. will be my blood’s stain !!!

    Mess(ed)-up !!!

  7. nikki

    seeds of flower

    when misery comes in red
    it’s time i bled
    when misery comes in blue
    what do you do?

    and if everything is fine,
    you know, those rare moments of time
    i smile and get back to life
    life that is so bright

    and when rythems don’t rhyme
    i shake a piece of chime
    and ask the lady who sells flower
    how do i get to that tower

    atop the tower i jump down
    just an inch above the ground…
    i wake up from my sleep
    but still i bleed

    the morning news reads
    a lady with some seeds
    jumped from the tower
    and the seeds are of some flower

  8. ………………………… !!!

    You talk about flowers blooming,
    I have seen them wilt before my eyes…
    You say you bleed when in misery,
    I would love to see you bleed.

    When life seems perfect
    and you have no worries within,
    pinch yourself and you’ll realize
    It was all but a dream….

    While rhymes and rhythms, and smiles and flowers
    are all too well and good,
    you might start missing your tears,
    and wish you had some more, if any, fears…

    and how you might long for pains,
    pains that would tear your heart out
    and then finally let a smile,
    and be amazed at how well you’ve come out,
    at how well you’ve burned to ashes, only to rise again…

    I know not what future holds,
    nor can I tell you that everything ends well…
    But I can finally see that lady now,
    Now that I too am one of them… the mortals !!!

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