all the stars that died ✦ a poetry anthology

outtake: i'm only nineteen

Observing people get lured,
Into perilous pitfalls,
Weeping for weeks, on end.
But if I was ever, in those shoes,
Wouldn't even take a minute to discover
'Twas a fool's scheme.

Watching two friends, quarreling,
The tension in the cafeteria, arousing.
Supposed to be sufficed,
With a simple aroma of coffee,
Now laced with intoxicating words,
I wonder, what's the point?

Circling back to the same drama
Rumours traversing from ear to ear.
In the hallway, full of frivolous girls
And enraged melancholics
Bitter, for being talked about
Something they could've never, truly carried out.

Listening to my friend's lament
Of a tragic little love tale.
Spinning the same words, again and again,
Expressing how they made, a complete fool of themselves
By erasing all logic, from the equations of life.

Between reading newspapers and speeches,
Of leaders asking for votes,
I see through their acts of subterfuge.
Yet people give into, false promises so quickly
And I ponder, how easily they forget.

But people around you won't forget
All the wrongs you did
Despite your countless rectitudes.
Instead, they'd be ready to condemn,
Count all your flaws until,
They've exhausted their ammunition.

I blow out nineteen candles,
To the tune of clapping hands and wishes,
Drawing another conclusion
Of how quick the clock's turning,
'Cause time's just an illusion.
And one day, this all would be gone,
Enjoy while it lasts.

I've only spent nineteen autumns,
Yet it feels like a thousand springs.
For I comprehend the gears of this world
And all the combinations, it could twist and turn.
Patterns, even my fair weather friends can't see
And I observe them, all around me,
But I'm only nineteen.

✦

some people mature and blossom,
before the coming of spring
abandoning the beautiful summers,
childhood had to bring.

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