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Alienpoet Nov 2016
I wasn’t born in generation X
I got lost well before we got to that letter
I wasn’t born a jet setter
I just make use of air travel
I find myself trying to find a reason
For my life somewhere between God and evolution
I think I will find the solution
In between trying not to get drunk with my mates
and getting a job that I can enjoy with better pay rates
I find my generation is lost in comfort driven fashion craving
It is my generation that I think needs saving
From ourselves.



A generation lost its head to computer games
A generation lost its morals for 5minutes of fame
A generation lost its battle with drug addiction
A generation has lost its sanity
Oh calamity
A generation has lost its faith in modern life
God and evolution and theories
make this generation groan and feel weary with despair
This generation counts the cost of being branded lost
and believing that it is so
but help them to know
that they need to follow their own way
and not to stray from that path
because the aftermath of following your own path can be success.
Kim Jong Il  Nov 2012
5minutes
Kim Jong Il Nov 2012
is transparency of a soul is to be admired?
im so tired
so many things and so little time
id rather have my hands wired
your mouth lied
i've put my believes in a wrong person
my thoughts of you are better than your being
i was willing
did not happen
keeps me happy
maybe ill get a chappie
words are like water,
taking whatever shape  you please
there is no release
from mandatory human form
rosehip has the most thorn
makes no sense anymore
my soul is a little sore.
Kaycee Hurt  Nov 2011
atraxi
Kaycee Hurt Nov 2011
silence will follow the day
that you find me and i will
see you in mild {disarray} and
apples with faces carved 12years
ago. i'm staring and you're
curious and he's embarrassed but
i don't care about that anymore.
you promised 5minutes and it's
12years and 4psychiatrists later and
istillthinki'mcrazy

"leaving is good. never coming back is better."

we are two parts of
space and time that should
never have touched and so
i force us apart to create
something new but he's
frightened and i'm lonely
and you're anxious for something
that doesn't even exist anymore.

*"prisoner zero has escaped."
Laura  Mar 2018
One Truth I Know
Laura Mar 2018
I will always remember the curve of streambank drive. The way the definitive black Pontiac would make any neighbour incapable of getting home. Always sitting there blocking the entrance of my street. Swerving into oncoming traffic was a chore, but something about it made you feel alive.
Charlotte and Hannah Tarr's house was 37 and a half steps from Saginaw. Their driveway was winding and inviting to my gaze. I was never far. I remember when I ran away from home at 4am on an unusual Sunday morning impulse. I spent a whole hour throwing on my warmest red fleece sweater and packing a backpack full of Dunkaroo's and fuzzy childish socks. I went out the back creeky tin door from my basement, and made my way.
Charlotte was asleep, and her blinds were drawn. I spent another hour tapping light enough on the glass to wake her and not her dad Bruce. She never woke up.
I ended up walking through the crisp morning to Woodeden park. It was only 5minutes from me, but I knew it could be a dangerous venture. As I walked slowly and quietly down the street, I had passing strangers on runs question why a small little girl might be up at 5am:
"Is there anything I can do for you sweetie? Are you lost?"
"I'm okay thanks", and I ran. Just like that my attempt to prove a point to my parents was over. I ran all the way back home.
My mom asked how I got up so early and I told her I was outside testing the weather.
"It's cold Laura. I could have told you that."
"Sorry."
"Go get ready for church. DigaDiga is going to be over any minute."
DigaDiga is my grandpa. He smells like Nutella and has a button nose. He's not quick like he used to be with my 20 year old brothers, but he chases me around and yells DigaDiga until I lose a shoe. He's the only person I like.
"Is everything okay Laura?"
"I'm okay thanks."
The streets of Mexico, have plants and chairs to eat on.

The house of Mexico, "Casa Mexicana" has a chef who says the occasional hola to me whenever I see her, and the DJ plays any Mexican songs, from Mariachi bands no one here in Abuja really knows to songs from Coco, so all your dreams of Mexico become just more than feels.

If you take a deep dive for hidden gems then you might be lost for 5minutes, with all the pieces which makes the walls and fortifies this Museum gallery feel.


There's more to Casa Mexicana than this.

Almost everything on the menu is organic, so you sit to this coffee with warm milk, and the coffee is lighter, it's traditional and you can open all your caffeine inhibitions.

It tastes almost surreal.

I almost always go for the chicken wings which are well sauced and come with actual home made fries, no embellishments what's so ever, so it seems like what you made or your mum made, without the sweat or having to eat at home.

With deserts for your beating heart, you could lead with a slice of the triple milk Mexican cake.
Reese Starr  Feb 2020
Inside
Reese Starr Feb 2020
Inside I feel empty, like my heart forgot it’s way home
Inside I feel numb, like my souls forced to always roam
Away from where it should be and frankly it hurts like hell
Because I’m loved by many and needed by more and I know that **** well

Nobody seems to understand what this feels like
Imagine being happy but never being able to see the light
Every day you wish for death and everything causes pain
But who are you to change when everyone stays the same
You miss who you used to be and you miss how it all was
Before your life went down the drain and your brain was replaced by static fuzz
You’re incapable of feeling whole for more than 5minutes or so


So if you’re Able to imagine all that... answer your own question.
Would you be ok?

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