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What is it with this generation of lost souls? Do you ever just sit and think, where did we lose the part that made us whole?
Somewhere along the way, hating love and loving hate became the forefront of everything we say.

Somehow it became the generation of kids who probably won't realize they're adults until, one day, they look in the mirror and see that they're 45, still in the same pair of designer jeans and expensive shoes they could barely even afford. And the only reason they bought them was to post a picture on instagram just to get false sense of validation from people they barely even know.

We lost sight of the importance of being an advocate of self.
When we have money, that's our only weath.
What about wealth in mind, body, spirit?
This generation would rather snort lines for an out of body experience.
How sad.
The generation that will laugh watching others cry, just to fit in.
What, exactly, are you trying to fit into?
What is it really, that prevents you from being in-tune?
Why the moon isn't as interesting as that little corner of doom in a messy room, while you have no desire to bloom.

I want so badly for this generation to be better, together.
To treat one another like sister and brother -
It's time for everyone to blow their cover.
Take off the mask, they're no longer needed.
Be the future, because we are. Become what you want to be seeded.
It's okay to cry or to ask for help. Put your pride aside, go inside to find that real wealth.
I challenge you to be better.
Look yourself In the mirror and surrender.
I wish you love and peace through all of your endeavors.

Love.
- L.G.
My mind is a cage
It locks me within
It speaks of doubts and worries
It burns my skin and ****** my veins
My mind is a room
Filled with mirrors
One by one they list my flaws, fat, pale, emo
I tried to run, but I didn't move
My mind is a wonderland
It's a twisted place filled with secrets
My darkest thoughts lurk in the open
My demons ****** the innocent
My mind is my pair of wings
It sets me free and lets me fly
I soar over my problems with ease
My nightmares fade away
My imagination takes me strange places
Would you be willing to follow me there?
I searched beneath
The blood-splinter moon
For the man
Who knows my name
But I found him not
In the world about me

Look in

To the desperate broken corners
Of the soul

Look in

To the fears and demons caged
Or are they?

Look in

To the hidden regrets
The repressed memories
The guilty pleasures not forgotten

Look in

And when you find the man who
Sees this all
And still will know your name

There is only one
Think about it
it's cold outside and i can't feel a thing
i'm numb from the pain this nightmare brings
i shut my eyes, i don't open them, not just yet
there are my demons and savages i haven't met

it's dark in here, i can't see the light
where is my angel to guide me through the night?
i'm just going to let my walls break away
i've got nothing to lose if i don't live to see the day.

there's no where i can hide now, nowhere i can go
where's the path in life when my dreams will grow?
i've lost my way and can't get through
resort to my demons
it's all i can do.
 Oct 2014 Michelle Oag
NitaAnn
I am in battle
daily waging for possession
of my soul...my life
it is a losing battle
I am so tired of fighting
Demons constantly whispering
just enough to make me doubt
Where can I find strength to go on?
Should I even continue to fight?
Someone please help me
Demons 40 Nita 0
 Oct 2014 Michelle Oag
Liz Hill
I dare you to
unearth that old oak box
I long ago buried
in the labrinth of my mind.
Turn it over in your calloused hands and
pry open its rusting and resisting hinges.
Plunge into my darkness,
my Pandora's box.
Crack open the lock on
my pained memories,
ancient whispered words,
long forgotten smiles.
Understand why I guard this
box with sword and shield.
Then snap it shut and padlock it
before your demons escape too.
Rough version but just something that came to me.
 Oct 2014 Michelle Oag
Wild-Youth
Do you miss trail of light I left in your dark head?
While I was painting your mind of new colors,
You were painting mine black.
I ejected the pain from your body,
While at the same time you were injecting it into my heart.
I took the demons you fought with,
Only to have them make their way into my soul
I dont regret it though.
I'm glad I could fix you,
Even if I can't fix myself.
His dark mood was calm
And with a look in his eyes
That spoke of patience.
Outside, the sun shines brightly
The sky is blue and life moves on.
Inside, my world is dark, my outlook grim,
No hope, no spark.
I am so tired of this dreadful pall
This darkness which takes over my mind.
“Cheer up, smile, It will get better.”
Empty, well meant words fall on my last nerve.
The pain that is physical causes pain that is mental,
It does not get better than this.
Of course there are good days and then days like the dark ones
Days just like this one today.
I only want sleep, I don’t want to be.
Just hide under covers so no one can see,
The pain that is squeezing my mind.
Compressing it, depressing it,
Making tears for no reason.
Making me ache for relief from the phantoms that be.
Dark, dreadful days like the one I’m caught in,
Searching for the light in the darkness,
Looking for relief,
Eluded.
10/4/10  Peggy Montgomery
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