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 Jan 2014 N LaTrice
Tommy Johnson
Y?
 Jan 2014 N LaTrice
Tommy Johnson
Y?
Take your pills, open wide
Swallow it with your pride
It’s a cure, overdose
Keep your head down and your mouth closed

We’re so
We know
We’re shallow
I know

You can call it narcissism
You can blame it on materialism
Our delusions, indecision
Children of the Great Recession
Update status
Pop a Xanax
There was texting
Now we’re setxing

We have the gall to have a sense
Of undeserved entitlement
We’re over educated and unemployed
Apathetic and annoyed

We’re so
We know
We’re shallow
I know

You can call it narcissism
You can blame it on materialism
Our delusions, indecision
Children of the Great Recession
Pictures reblogged
Arteries clogged
Kandi kids
Digital natives

Anxiety, can’t concentrate
As obesity permeates
What will happen? Time will tell
And remind us of Y2K and when the towers fell

We’re so
We know
We’re shallow
I know

You can call it narcissism
You can blame it on materialism
Our delusions, indecision
Children of the Great Recession
Lets the bass drop
Generation lost
It’s hard to live
When you’re hypersensitive
 Jan 2014 N LaTrice
Tommy Johnson
As a child I always wish for time to go faster so I could grow up
And since I’ve been here I feel something’s missing and I’m not sure what
I think I need I need a change, I need to get out of this rut

Life time sun shine, glimmering in her hair
As soon as the fates called me better believe I ran
I’ve heard this sound a million times but can’t remember where

Nineteen found love, as pure as it could be
What dreams are made of, intoxicating fantasy
She said she’d love me till the last rose was gone
And even till this day the promise stands strong

I’ve felt the cool hand of loneliness, its saddening caress
But on hot July night, I broke free and ran out of sight
I found the one to give my heart
It’s felt like magic from the start
 Dec 2013 N LaTrice
Helen
sigh

I wish I wasn't writing this
I had something else to say, but
Yesterday turned into Tomorrow
and I'm reluctant to come and play

I don't usually explain my Poetry
but I no longer have 'the gift'
No longer have I the emotions
Eternal despair has caused a rift

so I'll whisper my meanings to you
all my words mean nothing to me
just what I gathered from the universe
I'm an Empath, you see

I can no longer hold
all your feelings
in my heart
I can no longer
cry for you
laugh with you
or sit silently
as you fill me
with emotions
I can't cope with
I never wanted this
from the start

but I never denied you

So this is *Goodbye

let go of my hand
unwrap your arms
from beneath my soul

Don't cry for me
or laugh at me
or catch your breath
or try to see
Where I'm going,
you can't follow me

My journey is ended

The price....

                    *Untold
hard to capture but easy to release.

"We all start, facing East, waiting for the Sun to touch our hearts, but eventually, some turn, facing West, waiting for nightfall, for the darkness to come, to take away the demons that have laid their heads to our breast, so we can rest." ~ Helen Doogan 28/12/2013

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