The warmth slowly leaves my blood,
as I hear your harsher tone;
I will not speak as I did,
slowly my heart turns to stone.
It would sooner turn to ice,
hard and cold, it would suffice;
But though it’s hard, ice breaks apart,
I cannot stand a broken heart.
I used to help you out, with glee,
and never once I thought of me;
The errors of my ways revealed,
the love is gone, my lips are sealed.
I have lost everything today,
there’s nothing left for tomorrow;
And as if this was not enough,
you gift me still more sorrow.
I wonder how eternal grief
could spring from a silence so brief,
broken only by beating heart
and footsteps on the parting path.
A deep wound, that does not heal,
shall bleed, and bleed to kill;
And though they say love will return,
I do not think it will.
“There is no pain, you are receding.Your lips move but I cant hear what youre sayin.” pink floyd.
love the last stanza…
“A deep wound, that does not heal,
shall bleed, and bleed to kill;”
you can surprise people…liek u did today…
I’m very sorry but the poem makes me feel very nosy, anyhow nice rhythm.
How does the poem make you feel nosy?
ah come on, its the eternal writer’s lament. I feel you have derived this from real-life and am curious about the real-life parallel. Even if you have actually written it without any specific incident or person in mind, the reader is apt to believe that you have written this from the nadirs of despair and tortured love.
please dont shoot me.
Actually I was just feeling hot and wasn’t able to sleep, plus it was 3 a.m. already and my usual bedtime is about 10…
There is seriously no related incident, but maybe it was a mood swing into grief or something.
oh yes. your attacks of intermittent mpd.. had forgotten that… :D
You have way too much free time. do something with it
cheers
dayumm! why cant ..like someone just write a poem for the hell of it…umm…don get it!
is it that poets go through every godamm thing they ever write abt? i mean…did charles dickens actually live like oliver twist or watev…a bad example maybe..but it justifies!
PS writin poetry is an amazin use of time i believe! :)
not for a comp sci student it isnt. maybe for someone doing english lit
I didn’t write it, my random poem generator did!
Damn, if only that was true
that wouldve been cool. ah well. such is life. life is like custard
@ anu..
reeli bad example.. charles dickens did have a very troubled childhood and work in a poor-house and go through a bad marraige and fall in love with his sister-in-law who however died on him pretty soon after they married..
@ RG
the poetry is nice. very much so.
@ dhruv
writing structured poetry is harder than writing programs, tho a lil similar in the way you go about doing both of them..
@ anyone who’ll answer
WHY IS LIFE SUPPOSED TO BE LIKE CUSTARD?
admittedly poetry is harder to write but i was referring to interest, not difficulty.
and what’s the problem if you like writing poems?
no problem at all. just saying its not the most “traditional” pastime for a comp sci student.
i second shruti
will anyone explain why like is liek custard????