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Taylor Lynn Jul 2015
Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the age of the dead,
where we raise our children to be worse than the last.
Welcome to the era of the self conceited,
and the arrogant.
We've been raised in the age,
where the amount of likes on our pictures,
is considered more worthy than our own morals.
Welcome to the age of self deranged idiots,
that run amongst our streets causing havoc.
Welcome to the generation of the lost cause.
Where the teenagers are feared and cause chaos.
Have you opened your eyes yet?
Welcome to the age of the broken,
were we are believed to be the kids that won't amount to anything.
Welcome one and all to this world,
this society that has become hell.
Because you see we raise our children,
to feel as if they need to fit specific standards,
in order to be worth anything.
The young woman of this era,
believe they need to look like the girls in the magazine,
to be worth a mans affection.
Welcome to the time where being skinny, pretty, and tan,
is worth more than the knowledge in a woman's head.
Or the generation where we teach our daughters to "cover up,"
instead of teaching our sons right from wrong.
Now we can't forget the boys,
we teach our sons that they are less than a woman,
we raise them to feel like their lives are worth less than a woman's.
Or how about the fact that we raise our sons,
to believe that "swag" and "****" are the cool things to be.
This is the generation of terror,
do you not see that we are this worlds future?
The kids of today are influenced by what we see,
brain washed by what's put on the T.V.
You see we've raised our kids to believe,
that we are a failure to our society.
Is this what you wanted?
Look how warped our world has become,
the apocalypse is here.
The apocalypse where technology, and our contorted image of normal,
has overtaken the world.
Schools no longer educate,
only mesmerize our kids into lifeless bodies.
Music no longer has meaning,
its only about being on top and *******, hoes, and money.
Art is discouraged,
a splash of paint is considered more artistic than a spray painted master piece.
Do you see the problem here?
Our government slips everything under the noses of its people,
because society makes out petty things to be important.
Our society is so distorted,
and nobody even sees that us kids are your future.
So
Do I have your attention now?

T.B.
Of which sorrows—dear Poet—Thou never write?
This thunderous turmoil—that pierce Thy shadowed Soul!
This solemn raging—emotion's silent plight: 
 Tears!—Thy Sacred anticipation—to foul
Days emptiness—fulfilled with bittter, sweet,
Hopeful—remnants of The Eternal Empress;
Sailing the Infinite Oceans—where Muses meet—
To play harp melodies on our heart strings. Digress—
Never ! for the lonesome nights—from me—nor for the ****'
Fine Grin of Time stretching 'ur body fibres Songs;
. . . Know—I cherish Thou Gaze—Thou Immortal Wit. . .
Words must have failed this utmost yearnin'- indeed!
For ever 'n ever loving Thee. . .so. . .long. . .
For ever 'n ever loving Thee—So—long !
~~~~
Imagined by
Impeccable Space
Poetic beauty
~~~~
It seems
That we know why roses bloom and why the trees are rooted deep in the fertile poetic soil. Mother Earth is loved by Father Sky. That's no secret.
And we were made by love for Love. . . For there's always a divine scent of love blossoming somewhere alluringly floating around with whispering winds. I would love to see you fly on wings of poetic creation. . . Playing with rose petals and green tree leaves.
We hear this grand symphony of life and light. . .Love. . .
And we are grateful!
Ethan Solouki Jul 2015
The blood that runs through me
Running deep,
Through every artery

When he speaks, I hear me
The silent scream of humility,
The whisper of sensitivity.
Passion, curiosity,
Refusing complexity;
I know he wonders great mysteries:
What is this, what are we?

He is the tree
I am the fruit...
His father the roots.

I am his blood, he is me

We are one,
Traveling different possibilities
Roles reversing
Floating the same sea.

He is my maker,
I must be his keeper

My fathers blood runs free.
Ellie Geneve Jul 2015
We called ourselves the heroes of tomorrow,
not knowing we were living our today-s
in all the wrong ways
Rylee Galloway Jul 2015
My generation is one of mechanical hearts but real flesh
Real brains and a real chest
It's just we have grown from broken limbs and hard breaths from getting knocked down
That we put up a wall
made of stainless steel on the outside of our most precious mussel
trying to save it
But the thing is we never took it off so it just built on the other making a hard casting with pipes that pumped blood for you
It's not comfortable
But it what our mistakes has made which in return made us forget about passion and compassion
Focusing on our hurt and our deception
That instead of leading this country to greatness
We are leading it to the fire
That only seems to grow higher and higher
We made it where we can't get enough oxygen so we make it artificial
Every problem that comes up we make it beneficial to only us
We turn too much to the inside that we concave
if we don't stop
It's not just going to be hearts
That are machines
If we don't stop
We will all be
A society
Of robots
and it would be my generations fault because it was one who spent their lives making mechanical hearts when they didn't account for the rain that is always bound to come and tear the mechanical heart apart
mk Jul 2015
numb,
dumb
****
is
what
we've
become.
*no return.
no refund.
// welcome to society //
Kate Lion Jul 2015
We are afraid of tying knots.
Now, my brothers weren't fond of Boy Scouts, but those aren't the kinds of knots I'm talking about.
Our parents got us velcro shoes growing up (something about not wanting us to be overwhelmed with tennis shoes)
And that, perhaps, was the moment that started everything.
We could no longer trip on loose laces as we ran our races,
Our parents couldn't see our disappointed faces as we fumbled getting ready for school.
It was the perfect contribution to the flawed illusion that the human institution should be prevented from failing.
Oh, yes.
In my lifetime, cordless telephones were placed in every house because we did not want to untangle our own messes anymore.
Failure doesn't hurt as much when it is invisible.
We wanted wireless, no-strings-attached luxuries with no side effects.
But there were effects that couldn't be seen
(how could they until we were older than teens)
Because the end effect was this:
a generation that shirks responsibility
we have anxiety
because our parents didn't let us face our fears when we were young
we are jobless, loveless, purposeless
because we still haven't realized that everything has its opposite
love - lust
success - failure
happiness - sadness
peace - anger and commotion
you see?
there are full-grown adults living in the basements of their parents
watching **** from an illuminated screen
a no-strings-attached commitment to a video that will never require a vow or a promise;
so many see the term "settling down" as "kicking up dust" of a dull life "confined to a four-inch screen."

we've seen our own parents cut the ties
now living separate lives
better that way, but millennials can't fight
for love or for kids or for dreams
because their caretakers' examples couldn't teach
the right way to do a marriage
the right way to commit
we are shirking responsibility--

because we don't want to fail.

still as afraid of tying knots
as we were in kindergarten.
The dew that forms on spring grass.
The sun rays that shine through summer windows.
The crisp leaves that blow through autumn winds.
The snow flurries that illuminate the wintery chills.

These are the most common poetic topics...
But why?

The face of poetry is abstract and unseen.
Its mask shifts and changes into ideas of understanding,
Depending on the listener...

The beauty of nature has effortless expression
It practically writes for itself.

But the fire of Love is another matter.
"Bye, love you!" "I love that!" "C'mon love."
The name appears more often than necessary,
But is it truly understood, like nature?

It seems my generation has forgotten Love's definition.
"Love: an intense feeling of deep affection."

I don't love my cereal, I love my mom's caring personality.
I don't love my car, I love my dad's willingness to trust.
I don't love my tickets to Disney, I love my younger brother's sense of fun.
I don't love my toothbrush, I love my eldest brother's teaching disposition.

Love is a part of nature, it's true,
But it is not meant to be taken as lightly.

Nature is easily seen through our widening pupils,
Every move it makes is impossible to go unnoticed.
Love's invisibility is easy to let slip by,
You have to look closely to find it.

True Love is never found in objects.
True Love is found in families of all different seasons.
Let's bring back Love's real definition.
javakai May 2015
get the **** up out of your 1993 hole of "this is the worst generation ever", anti-social media, and "put your phone down and look at the trees". The first step out of the labyrinth is letting yourself know that you arent getting anywhere when being stuck in the past. Fat chicks are hotter than you remember; if your wondering, confidence is key. Michael jackson died and the man taking his place is a what you would call, a "******". The gay man that sits next to you on the bus is more productive than you are and you think its impossible because "christianity is the only way to go".
Move on from the past, generations are moving through and you can either jump on the train or miss it and be stuck in a field of greasy haired, rock and roll, pale men that forgot about their mother.
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