Treasure Island

Ida Mustazir

(20 October 1987 / Jakarta)

Perpetual Youth


drug me some noble notions
over elaborate, impractical illusions
guided by the list of missing people
to a dart field where I fail to hit reason
making passage through epochs of decadence
striding every world's corner, schemes redesigned
mountain of dead papers not so care about dead trees
yearning for myths, proud catch
I am the three-legged in sphinx's riddle
with the dispelled earth crawling under my barefoot
so alive, so immune to establishment
with fever in my soul I'm in a healthier shape
I haven't gone too far this is only a certain altitude
a venture to the empty road knows where
adopted by evil God king angels that are born with dignified vices
named after the Goddess of Youth
total curse to the old tired expired justice
everyone acts like me but I can't picture them
it's not enough to be just a single person
ignoring the luxuriously poor splendours
every tightened fist smells honey milk sugar gold

23 September 2006
(nothing's actually wrong when you're young)

Submitted: Thursday, September 24, 2009
Edited: Sunday, July 27, 2014
Listen to this poem:

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

What do you think this poem is about?



Topic(s): human nature

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Perpetual Youth by Ida Mustazir )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. Invisible Treasure., Marcondes Pereira
  2. Your hot breath, Aftab Alam
  3. Pyramid, Jole Hans
  4. From laziness, hasmukh amathalal
  5. Untitled, Katty Briones
  6. He is Me, Faith Taylors
  7. Prancing Horses, Joseph Narusiewicz
  8. Turn fatal, hasmukh amathalal
  9. She Is 52, Tyrone Gayle
  10. With nature, hasmukh amathalal

Poem of the Day

poet Lewis Carroll

Five little girls, of Five, Four, Three, Two, One:
Rolling on the hearthrug, full of tricks and fun.

Five rosy girls, in years from Ten to Six:
...... Read complete »

 

Modern Poem

poet Joanne Kyger

 

Member Poem

[Hata Bildir]