O' guard your souls, you teenage fools.
Why have studies become so tasteless to you?
You've chosen the fruit of infatuation,
It's flesh, bursting with sweet flavours.
Before long,
It turns sour -
A devil which devours
you from the inside,
Tears you apart on the outside.
Away from me infatuation - you thief-of-hearts,
You make us soft - Eroded figurines made of dust.
Empty our insides, turn us fools on the outside.
We stone into a standstill, no will to fight.
Till Life comes and strike,
Slashes us back to reality.
On us, no one would take pity.
Infatuation sows by sight.
Feeds on deprivation, thrives on separation.
It pours delight,
But you lose all sense of what's right.
Friends around turn to glass,
Suddenly, they're nothing but rust.
The whole day, your shadow is upon her heels,
But she's thrice as tired as you.
For the whole day, she ran -
Through the mind of a fool.
3 comments:
heyas yeda here.. really hard nowadays to find blogs of substance so i guess i have you to thank for 'announcing' ya blog addy before tang left =P
anyway..love them poems =)
just a suggestion.. the last line of the first stanza: "tears you apart from the outside" might sound better if 'from' was replaced with 'on'..? heh cuz there was 'from' in the above line. and perhaps it goes better with 'outside'. since the previous line has 'devil' and 'devour'. something like alliteration but not really =P
ok i'm talking too much...
Thanks Yeda for your comments.
Comments lead to better quality posts yeh?
yo. jy here again. Man, this poem is NICE! u really have talent in this area man. i look forward 2 more of yr poems. juz msg me when u post something new.
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