Not through your ******, your ear, or your nose,—
Your sphincter's the place where your sphincter ring goes!

O.O

DON'T:

wear a young person's clothes,
hair styles, glasses
use their writing styles, lingo,
be like the masses

don't go to their hangouts,
or places trendy
they may be "happening"
but they're also quite spendy

don't wear flashy jewels
gaudy lures to attract
because though you're attractive
you may just lack tact

for if you're over sixty
or look like you are
you'll seem SO much older
in that muscle car!

DO:

make folk laugh
and wear a wide smile
get out in the sun
walk that extra mile!

keep your clothing modest
with a classic air
whatever you do
stay away from BIG HAIR!

write like your age
you have wisdom and grace
you can KNOW their slang
but also use taste

as most of you know
though you FEEL young
your body IS aging
your heart and your lungs

so take it easy, it isn't a sin
to walk a bit slower
you'll be no has-been!

most of all, folks,
be those young people's GOAL

ADORN YOUR GREY HEAD
WITH GEMS OF THE SOUL**


soulsurvivor
(C) 6/3/2015

Accrue many a delicate deep smile
Never knowing when the next tear will come
Or when the wails shall shadow over
Plethora of reasons, those intent on joy

Collect many a simple style
Never knowing why the time ran out
Or why the trend became a crawl
Become forgotten just as it begun, replaceable

Stand by many a word, written souls, alive
Never knowing how far their reach can touch
Or how long its power can fire, spark, alight
Cavernous minds to accept them as guides

While time remains graceful
Disallow the procrastinated, wasteful
Urge to leave masterpiece for tomorrow
It may never come, then be overrun
when shadows cast over
Trends crawl backwards
And the fire be dimmed
Banishing us all to caves, hopeless and slaved

Most of us love to follow trends!
More like we have no minds of our own..
   I'm talking of clothing trends,make up trends,etc
  As an artist,following too many trends;drains you of your creativity..
   If trends should exist,it should be your job to create them and not follow them..
  Your gift of art is unique,let it show..let it shine..

I really don't understand any of the trends here ... poetry yes, but ... anyone?

distant thoughts and torn up places
ridiculed hearts and demolished faces
depicted as love but all i feel is hate
if you surround yourself with flowers
you do not truly appreciate
the darkness in my mind
pitch black in every corner
my knowledge is a light
but this light is for me
only i can see
you try to get in
youre trying to win
a competition of mental instability
comparing yourself to the dirts fertility
you are not a flower
you are not a maze
you are a scared little girl
trapped in a haze
you think being sad is a trend?
well i'll tell you what, my friend
this depressions gonna trap you
and it will never end

Another thought slides through my cranial material

How will i sip this sour soup from those pitch black lips

And should I succumb to asphyxiation

The thrill of walking into a moving iron death trap

Thats where loves at

separated by opinion in the false dominion of unity

This is a test lab

And we're all **** rats

Still fighting for scraps

Pretend im a bug

And trends are a drug

Its still like raid toxic

Here it comes

The creeping feeling of doubt after that very decision

And every decision

But till that moment comes

I'm probably going to twiddle my thumbs

Progressive lipstick
for the standstill
woman

She slips into
people