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20 years old, living my second chance.
22/F/Cumberland Gap
head in the clouds but my gravity's centered
Elgin, IL
I love to write. I write everyday. It's my dream to become a writer or an author. I'm a foster kid, and most of my …
Poems
Lauren Gorger Oct 2014
Lost Souls
Lauren Gorger
Oct 2014
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.
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.
carminayasmin Oct 2018
mental wealth
carminayasmin
Oct 2018
Mental health; mental wealth.
It’s riches you spend on your armour when in battles with demons,
to come out the other end bruised but not defeated.
The weath in within the gold mines in your head that the demons dig upon,
though still you find golden flakes on the surface of your palms.
That you spend your wealth on others, to save them from the debt you fear to suffer again. As you rust.
Wealth is the riches you still hold, when the demons strip you bankrupt.
you are rich, for you are still here.
It’s riches you spend on your armour when in battles with demons,
to come out the other end bruised but not defeated.
The weath in within the gold mines in your head that the demons dig upon,
though still you find golden flakes on the surface of your palms.
That you spend your wealth on others, to save them from the debt you fear to suffer again. As you rust.
Wealth is the riches you still hold, when the demons strip you bankrupt.
you are rich, for you are still here.
October 10 23:25