#millenials
we are the true cursed generation
worrying incomers for worried nations
we see the world in its darkest colours
so very different from our fathers and mothers
unfitting cogs into a broken machine
grown to hate world that so far has been
our planet's on fire from sins of your past
we know we are lost, world's not gonna last
poisonous air is choking our lungs
avoiding conflict and holding our tongues
to yank the torch out from your withering hands
to purify humanity that begs to be cleansed
voice of reason in a cacophony of lies
slowly reclaiming the sky full of pies
Apr 2, 2021
Apr 2, 2021 at 8:10 AM UTC
Love,
A word we carelessly throw around,
Casually to people we like and some we don't
An emotion so rare these days.
In a world so corrupt,
Families fueled by greed,
Betrayal fueled by lust,
Frenemies frolicking with lovers
We have accepted our fate,
We trust too little,
Love less,
Fake more.
So forgive me if I do not say the words back,
I am a child of this world,
I've learnt all too well,
My love is but nothing to be treasured.
Or perhaps I too have been corrupted
I know not what love is
So remind me
Of my innocence once lost.
Jun 18, 2020
Jun 18, 2020 at 2:52 PM UTC
half of us #relationshipgoals
half of us online dating
half of us :ps and lols
half in the comments hating
the other half soul decorum
the other half sniff and listen
the other half is all forum
the other half huggin kissin
Apr 12, 2019
Apr 12, 2019 at 11:20 PM UTC
they all got that new phone
that just came out last week
and with that and their cars,
they have noodles to eat
updating their socials
while at work at their job
and living so "healthy"
so wealthy
top shelf
with a case of Top Ramen
and e-books on self-help
a whole nation arranged
not to think, but consume
if this is our future, I'd say
we're all doomed
Jan 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019 at 12:00 PM UTC
on the interwebs wanking
and looking for ***
you might get some love
if you put down the tech
I have been people-watching
and the things I observed,
have left me much more
than a little disturbed
our future is doomed
as the youth of our nation
lack basic skills,
like communication
clean their cars out
for Facebook
'cos they think that the world
gives a **** how their face looks
and they want their neighbors,
friends to see
their perfect,
plastic "family"
Jan 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019 at 11:02 AM UTC
We’re in an epidemic
Our generation is sick
There isn’t a magic medicine
And there isn’t a quick fix
You cannot see this illness
It is cruel and it hides
It is not just the body it effects
But it lives within our minds
Maybe you think I'm being dramatic,
Attention-seeking or a drone
But there’s reason behind its nickname
The Silent Killer - it is known
The black dog, The darkness,
Call it what you will,
For all intents and purposes
Depression fits the bill
Depression leaves you powerless,
It ***** your life away.
“You’re no good, you can’t do this”
That’s what it’s voice will say.
Can you imagine what it feels like,
To not be in control of your own mind,
To give in to an illness,
And leave the old you behind
Somedays you can’t get out of bed,
Somedays you can’t face eating,
Somedays you feel nothing at all,
Happiness feels like cheating.
Guilty, Embarrassing, Stupid,
A burden to everyone else.
So we live with this illness in secret,
We live with poor mental health.
But 1 in 4 will feel this way,
At some point in our lives.
So why do we remain silent?
Afraid to talk but why?
And why is it so common?
This I cannot understand
Especially in our young generation
It’s getting out of hand
We’re developing so quickly,
Our minds cannot keep up
This millennial mindset
Is what is causing this rut
We strive so much for something
But what are we striving for?
A 9-5 job? Money to pay bills?
Always wanting more.
Our young lives lack meaning
We grew up with wanderlust
We’ve built so many expectations
This world cannot do them just
A self fulfilling prophecy
Goals that can’t be done
No wonder we feel like failures
Before we’ve even begun
It is easy to forget
That us humans have needs too
It is health that is the real wealth
Gold and silver will not do
So I end this note by saying
Though I know it’s hard to hear
You are good enough, you can do this
You’re not alone, that’s clear
100 billion neurons
That’s what the brain contains
But your mind is infinite
Each one is not the same
If Depression is a cloud
then your mind is the sky
It does not define you
It will pass you by.
Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 5:04 AM UTC
Frozen in place I stood,
A deer caught in a hunter’s crosshair.
I never thought you would,
But you did; you killed me, right there.
I am angry at myself, most of all;
For staying when I should have left,
For not dodging the bullet and taking the fall.
Twice now, I found myself broken;
Carelessly adrift in life,
Like a raft on the ocean.
Too much pain this chest,
These monsters in my head
Feel like an obstacle I cannot best.
I don’t just want to be loved;
I want us all to love and understand one another.
‘It’s not possible, we’re too different,’
Those who wish to rebuttal will answer.
No, that is the distant path you chose,
I choose to keep my humanity close.
And yet, I cannot stop the terrifying flashbacks.
You made me feel like a train veering off its tracks.
Like a bridge that leads to a precipice,
Nothing but a cold, dark abyss.
Meet the millennials -
The most criticised generation,
Suffering from emotional stagnation,
Raised on a steady diet of instant gratification.
‘What do you want, then?’
I want us to feel the soil with our bare feet.
To associate freely with others we meet,
Not bow down to the pretension of the elite.
To embrace our soul,
Not shun it and drive it into a locked room;
To retrace our role,
Not simply run our life’s course to its doom.
We are being led astray,
Our hopes and dreams hidden away.
We have no room for thought, little to say,
For few want to go out of their way.
No criticism, no originality -
No witticism, no vitality.
We are criticised for criticising,
And we are ostracised when we act defying.
We are the paralysed;
Our fears leave us immobilised,
Anxiety and depression,
Killing variety of expression.
We languish in prisons
That we build for ourselves in our own head;
We have nightmarish visions,
Like a guild of the living dead.
Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 6:57 AM UTC
*The greatest minds have repeatedly said
The matters of the heart are delicate & bare
So I looked & I looked, for the magical potion
Everytime a glimmer of hope shows, I think in slow motion
Wondering what this person would mean to me
Overthinking if I should just shut my brain & let it be
“Let’s see where it goes” if it goes, it never does
Let’s just have fun instead, ignore any real bonding or trust*
Apr 23, 2018
Apr 23, 2018 at 1:52 AM UTC
****** coffee,
Sleepless nights,
Broken hearts,
And drunken fights.
Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 4:47 PM UTC
i witnessed a burglary today.
kids were seating at the back side of the jeepney
***** feet hanging,
snot running down their noses
the one beside me says,
“these kids will be thieves one day.”
and i look at these
little mud-eyed ones
filled with silent anger
and confusion.
if this is how we cast them
how could they change something
that was molded in stone for them?
we are responsible for the next generation
and yet we rob these children
a chance to create their own identity
and blame them for things
we should’ve
done
something
about.
Mar 31, 2018
Mar 31, 2018 at 6:53 AM UTC
No more starry painted, too-cold-to-blink PA nights
Trains from Brooklyn to Queens
To whatever feels right
Cancelled that **** like they did
With Bonnie & Clyde
but I think this may be what they call "homesick"
missing the ratty & glamorous ends of the East Coast
An excruciating divorce by a eulogy
I’m so quick to move on
with moving along, usually
now it's just these way-too-fucking-bright 24/7 neon lights
LA millennials addicted to LED hand-held screens
Just pray **** stays legalized
so we can stay oblivious and hypnotized
to this crisis of a generation
Address them by the proper diagnosis
it's Tech-Dependent, not "Tech-Savvy"
And hope Trump doesn’t get Hitler-ized
and these women in third worlds
that still don't have
our "luxurious" humane rights
And hope that we all don’t lose our ******* minds. (at least not too soon )
Jan 23, 2018
Jan 23, 2018 at 10:50 AM UTC
My phone dies slowly.
But I rush to get chargers,
so I can die fast.
-Leo Cantu
Sep 3, 2017
Sep 3, 2017 at 5:45 PM UTC
I came from a generation that stuck in between the nostalgia,
The grandeur of aesthetics and hypocrisy in the genitalia
Too many amateurs which they called pretenders
Too many pretenders which they called profounders
Of Artistry in every countries culture.
I am not the most impressive writer just like Shakespeare
Neither close to the modern writers on which they give praise
My age is a few leaps away to the end of my youth,
At twenty, I found words of impulsiveness and courage elicit from my mouth.
I am just someone who embodied the face of my leagues
They call me the soul of their generation as they please
I may write pretentiously, but I speak for the marginalized
I dream for my inked piece would reach them, I hope to get them amazed
I am the soul my generation
A little careless with my actions, telling others I'm brave
A little wild, yet I screamed that nothing bounds me
A little innocent with life's surprises, and so I apologized and called it as a mistake.
I'm a few every people that you've met.
I carry the pieces of the individuals who have touched me
I flow like the river which takes parts of the fallen objects in me.
Vulnerable to anything, Easy to gain what the heart desires
Misunderstood like the innocent criminals,
Goes along with changes
I'm maybe everything they thought I am
I'm maybe someone you never thought I am
Or nothing in with your choices
But one thing's for sure; I'm free.
Jun 23, 2017
Jun 23, 2017 at 10:39 PM UTC
They say to keep your eyes open, but your mind closed,
leave your thoughts unspoken
and your body exposed.
We hold such value to anyone who holds a heart,
and when all is said and done we rip ourselves apart.
I've never been one to wake up in the morning,
I love living my life to look at the stars.
You experience complete peace without any kind of warning,
and if you look hard enough you can sometimes see Mars.
If you go back to the year 1944,
sixteen year olds were coming back from war,
and now in today in 2017,
an adolescent is a child and an adult a teen.
We're so far from our natural state,
our entire species is cursed with cancer.
When we were hunter-gatherers we were doing great,
But we thought preserved food was the better answer.
Most live their lives now in a camera,
forever looking for one more person's approval.
Trying to reach a standard of Marilyn or Pamela,
but a step forward would be technological removal.
Let's look back to around 1970,
when people were still struggling with equality,
And most likely by the year 2020,
we'll be oppressed and depressed by the plenty.
Jun 6, 2017
Jun 6, 2017 at 4:05 AM UTC
We are waves of people
We don't accept defeat
Carrying generations of their blood
Etched on the palms of our hands and the soles of our feet
We defy the laws of gravity, our cosmic bodies in orbit always revolving
We possess a transformative skin
Continuously moving, constantly evolving
Current crashing, ripping through the earth
Roaring tides behind us, our vicious flood fights
The foundation of millennial’s - conscious, violently beautiful beings
Our loud waters, impossible to ignore, amorously painting our rights
The right, the will, the intense appetite
Flavored by salty words with a sweet impulse for action
Drowning all numbness, consuming the calm which once was
Thinking like philosophers, walking like warriors, as they record our reaction
Thin, musty white air trying to cover the shifting blue hues
The water never stops moving
the ripples inconceivably vast,
Our wave leaves masterpieces of celestial proportions
Our space is here now,
our tomorrow will not echo the past
Ours roots are planted and grown in our cities
Perfectly immortalized in a valiant state of existence
We are waves of people, waves of voices
A digital age of collective resistance
- p.m
Feb 9, 2017
Feb 9, 2017 at 12:41 AM UTC
Those **** millennial's always so lazy,
Those **** millennial's always so crazy,
Those **** millennial's you've raised since babies
Those **** millennial's you'll expect to take care of you in your eighties.
A generation set up for doom, by the very people who's womb we once roomed.
Are we really all at fault,
why mom and dad can't even talk without an assault.
Human killing human aren't we all the same?
Such a shame were the ones to blame for all this tumult,
are we not the children and you the adult.
Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 11:58 PM UTC
Do good.
Fight for what you believe in.
Don’t back down,
don’t turn around,
don’t hit the ground,
stick it out.
Question everything you think you know.
Find a cause.
Do your part to fix our flaws.
Humanity is the new trend,
the social structure was in a bend.
We don’t mean to offend
the rich, white men
telling us to make America great again.
What do you mean “again”?
It wasn’t even great back then.
What did you have then that we don’t have now?
Rampant racism and sexism?
The Brady Bunch?
Sure, we’re not perfect.
Our phones have grown into our hands,
and although we could say hello
from miles away,
we can’t see the people
right in front of us.
Boys grow anxious
when the person they hope for
doesn’t like their picture,
and girls would rather
indirect someone on Twitter
than call them out
face-to-face.
And we know throwing insults is always easier
from behind a screen.
What’s holding us back
when we can’t see the face of the person
whose day we just ruined?
We don't work, we just get bored.
We crave entertainment and fun.
It's all we ever need.
Not production,
or education,
Or the satisfaction of a job well done.
9 to 5 means nothing to us.
But even if we’re not necessarily a generation of workers,
we’re a generation of fighters.
For whatever you feel,
whatever you believe,
choose your path.
Follow what is right.
Lead with your heart
and never lose sight.
Whether it be of
the toxic gasses,
the lower classes,
or the shootings in holy masses,
never give up on your goal.
You are a part of this world for a reason.
Change it for the better.
Feel good.
Dance like nobody's there.
Sing like you don't care.
Because you deserve a good time.
Life is short,
so love with
all your being.
We’ll embrace you.
It doesn’t matter
what you like,
where you’re from,
who you are,
or what you’ve done.
It’s all good in the hood.
Acceptance is the name of the game for us.
We’re not quite there yet,
but on the path towards love,
we'd call it step one.
Don’t live to please anyone,
fill expectations,
or be someone you’re not.
Do what you enjoy most,
whether it be
smoking dried leaves,
drinking the ghost of fruit and vegetable’s past,
or earning queens in a game of chess.
We are the generation that reveals
the drastic change in society’s ideals.
We're here to seal
our new deal
that what's most important
is the way you feel.
We're prone to anxiety
because of an education that has become
more about grades than learning
and body standards that are rising
higher than heaven.
Got low levels of serotonin?
You’re not alone in this.
Don't let anyone tell you
that your feelings aren't valid
because there are children starving in Africa
or because life was harder "back in the day".
Everyone fights their own fight,
and not one person has the right
to tell you yours is false.
Keep in mind everyone else,
but remember to
love yourself.
Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 10:27 PM UTC
Millenials.
The world ******* hates us.
We whine for a living
We feed ourselves with Xanax and Prozac
To remind the world that we are broken
Problem? I don't think so
We accuse the world of being awful
We accuse life, a life we have not lived yet
Of being too cruel when we are the ones
Who cut ourselves open for a heart we long to love
We look for the kiss that will heal our self inflicted injuries
Well, dear millenial, "there is no tyrant like a brain"
We will keep cutting ourselves
Keep drinking ourselves to sleep
Keep poisoning our mind with this "Golden Age Thinking"
Until we understand that
We are stuck here.
And life does not need to be good to us
Life owes us nothing.
Poetry and Paintings won't save the world.
Do it yourself
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 10:34 PM UTC
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.
Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 10:09 PM UTC
our generation should be known as the Meowlennials
because our biggest accomplishment was getting cat pictures all over the internet.
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 3:18 PM UTC
His dad,
hearing a beat,
turned the key,
not knowing
she was in there.
But shirt off, his
fourteen year
old, the CEO
just laughed and said:
"Dad, go back to bed."
He had won the game
AGAIN!
And nights spent
building a barrel
of monkeys
that
watched him
chop down wood
on YouTube
finally had
paid off —
It only took
20,000 followers
for her shirt to
come off.
Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 6:29 PM UTC
So much resentment
Why had they not listened?
Some too focused on greed
Some mere victims of life
Some lost in the abyss
So much resentment
Say they deserve it more
This mortal youth
Armed with reasons why
Because youth is wasted
On the young
Because we are too selfish
To deserve what we have
So much resentment
They want what they have lost
But nature will not allow it
No matter how many injections
No matter how much they pay
So much resentment
They've come up with a plan
Enslave us with petty excuses
On how life should be
Our vitality wasted
They drain our youth
They will continue to do so
Because if they can't have it
No one can
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 2:06 AM UTC