We are the kids
Who want to feel alive
We want to feel liberated and beautiful and young.
We are the sad youth.
Praying for some one to save us
When our minds are dark
And we are alone.
We are the wild youth.
Of late nights
And city lights
With our lungs filled with smoke
And adrenaline pumping through our veins.
We are the lonely youth.
Where no one knows our thoughts
And no one understands
But God, how we wish they would.
We are the hipster indie youth.
We don't do it for the aesthetic
Because this is who we are
We live our lives in black white
And sometimes, someone beautiful
Adds in the most vibrant color.
We are the wandering youth.
Searching, exploring, running, grasping
At whatever we can
That make us see
There is hope
And brilliance in the world.
We are the youth of today
We are different
But we are human.
We are the youth.
And even if our youth is fading,
The memories we made aren't.
I hope that when you read this, you remember moments that made you feel sad, happy, in love and alive. I really hope you do.
We've all been asked this question
And we all had an idea when we were young.
Doctors, Lawyers, Astronauts.
It was a beautiful dream.
But when we realised
That reality isn't as beautiful
We were all at a loss for words
We all were lost.
We thought we had to choose something
We thought we had
To narrow our thinking
To society's standards
Until one day
We stopped thinking wisely
And using that logical part of our brain
Telling us to be smarter
Instead we decided
To go in the direction
That gave us hope.
Made us feel alive.
And from that day onwards
We're in this dream
Living in the state of wonder and beauty.
And after all this time
We finally realised
That if people had to ask us the question
"What do you want to become?"
We'd still be clueless
Because we never want to stop dreaming.
Because the reality we created
Is enough for us.
Some people deserve
To have poems written about them
All about them
All that type of stuff
Should come into existence
Also I've realised
Just happen to be masterpieces.
Because "You", whoever you are
Are the reason
For people to create
That's kind of a wonderful way
To think about it
You never know what you inspired someone to create.
Don't you just love late night drives?
There's such a beauty about it
It's so much different than day time
It's when I can't remember my problems
Because instead of drowning in them
Like I usually do
I drown them out
And the carelessness
Which only comes
With the night.
And the city lights
They bring me solace
Small tiny specks of brightness,
That everything will be alright.
There will be a point
In my life
In ours lives
Where we go on road trips
And sing at the top of our lungs
to our favourite songs.
Where we take midnight swims and have 3.AM conversations.
Where we will have cool cameras and record cool things
Where we camp out on the beach and watch the stars until it fades into a sunrise
There will be the time
Where we travel the world,
And visit abandoned places.
Where we stay in cheap motels,
even though we'll be rich.
We'll get to go to see our
favorite bands live in concert
And maybe even meet them too.
We will live out off our suitcases
And run in to some complicated situations
We will be spontaneous
We'll write a book
Start a YouTube channel
And make new cool friends along the way
There will be a time
Where we use instagram not to brag
But purely to spread the beauty
Of the moments we capture.
And hopefully inspire people ,
But mostly kids
To do what they love,
But till then
I'll just sit here
On my bed
And write notes and poems,
Take pictures with my phone camera
And dream way too big
Because this is where it all starts
It all starts
With a few kids
With beautiful minds
And big dream.
Dream wonderful dreams.
Perhaps it's this idea
Of a completely unrealistic love story
Which draws me to books so much.
No I'm not gonna meet a boy in a gang,
or fall in love with my stepbrother,
Nor will he have some sort of disorder
Which weirdly makes him more vulnerable and attractive.
This stuff just won't happen,
And maybe that is what makes it so addictive.
Constantly chasing after this big fantasy
Of one day
Acquiring a love so epic
That it transcends time and space
Just to suit you.
That's something worth wasting my afternoons for.
Whoever is reading this, you're beautiful.