#millennials
At brunch
everyone discussed attachment styles
with the intensity
of medieval monks
arguing over dragons
Meanwhile
a man named Trevor
cried quietly into an omelet
which honestly
felt securely attached
May 2
May 2, 2026 at 10:37 AM UTC
he thanked me
for being me
and i smiled
like i knew her.
they keep meeting
a version of me
i don’t know
and i wonder
where she is
when i get home
because i am not her
not like this
not
when everything
inside me
is folding in.
i am being introduced
as someone
i can’t access
and i’m tired
of not seeing
what they see
when i look
at myself.
Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 9:53 AM UTC
Wireless zombie myth, milady.
Argonne pages test wild orbits out,
you shout, atoning frequencies
to bourgeois prance. Details
come driving in, a trance of force
lit pageless under books
that make it look like we were shaking -
looking past, aghast, we loaf
on starters’ blocks. The dull ascending shocks
are treasonous, but float so softly
in between commercials for
some gleaming rolled relief.
Unseat us -
show some poison.
Why make fear-all toys and cars
and cancer from the river? step
wild step to make us either
grinding, coarse applause or winding
widows at a loss for laws,
our orphans on display, enjoying
time delay for pay? You seek us,
grooming ever-milder troops
with pointed press releases: scoops
of policy on market madness,
argent damless in the lockest
of lock-steps to gutter depths.
A longing amplifies this Lent, extends
the spring to Interstateful ether.
Bead awake with sweat
and send the doleful waters out to air.
We never wanted to be everywhere.
Nov 21, 2025
Nov 21, 2025 at 4:26 PM UTC
Smile, pose,
flawless, poise
Let's make another picture perfect square,
Perfect for everyone to stare
I don't care what you think,
what you see, what you think,
of what you see,
As long as I can fool my memory
Even if I sink,
even when everything stinks
If I can't remember, it won't drag me down
Let's find our true love,
One and only true love,
Starting from the superficials,
Oh yes, 'cause I believe from this
we can go straight to the nuptials
It's odd if you ask me these days be,
spent more time fighting off monsters that can never be,
Exploring Neverland,
truly being Peter Pan?...
Is it still called a social interaction?
When there is no communication,
More like with the green monsters, spending quality time
all kins of them,
And in plurals,
all these digitals
...
Mar 6, 2023
Mar 6, 2023 at 11:54 AM UTC
Life is flying, crawling, running
Life is swimming, pumping joy
Life’s becoming plain and simple
So Millennials can enjoy.
Implementing the eternal
Which is cruel, tough and mean
For Millenials will be lethal
And will wipe them out clean.
So the Mother Nature thinking
To ease the laws that used most
Or unthinkable will happen
And generation will be lost.
And like a preschool teacher smiling
Life is looking at you guys
Hidden all the sharp things from you
Even death is looking nice.
But then it thinks wait a minute
Adjusting to ignorance?
It turns out they are winning
Lack of knowledge, better chance?
Apr 5, 2020
Apr 5, 2020 at 3:38 AM UTC
lies ****
educated to be anything and everything
struggled for real to be only nothing
encouraged to keep believing and fighting
only losers quit and winners strong
fear
fear to know
fear to see
fear of rejection
fear of fear
rejects instead own true crying self
renews empty prideful boasts
life, always fighting, winning's everything
lose or die
so death is the light
life not marred by failures
soul silenced into meaninglessness
suicide a most welcomed relief
one slit ..
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May 11, 2019
May 11, 2019 at 1:45 AM UTC
angst and despair
boldly masked boasts
leaps into the abyss
secret rituals calm unseen fears
scarred and betrayed
truths turned to thorns
bloodied, drown and broken
constantly suicidal
yet free, always choosing
losers quit, winners dance
feet nimble as the wind
music changing unknown
love grows cold
sun grows hotter
oppressed bleed silently
yet love saves
Apr 21, 2019
Apr 21, 2019 at 2:40 AM UTC
The answer is not
To wander
To lose one’s self in the wondrous thought
Or to throw precaution the wind
No
One answer which will travel much farther
Is to simply do
Whatever it is
You ought
That which you can
Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 2:55 PM UTC
we were millennial lovers
spending too much time drinking coffee
always talking through our phones
sharing ear buds with strangers
and standing up for things
we barely understand
-k.j.c
Oct 6, 2018
Oct 6, 2018 at 9:40 PM UTC
I soar with the zephyrs on a daily basis
Will I ever reach the stars?
Maybe.
At the very least I can spend a day with the clouds I envy so much
and be thankful to see my kin rising to the ozone
We are a generation of generating art rather than splitting the world apart
We can find a plant called hope in a desert with no seeds
We need to add ourselves to one another and witness what higher numbers can achieve.
I mean this world isn’t just in our hands.
Its secrets are deeper, written in our palms
So I pray that when you hold one another
the truths of this world speak
whispering "Us, not I"
among other things
that make you welcome love as if it were a long, lost friend.
Aug 30, 2018
Aug 30, 2018 at 7:45 PM UTC
ive seen the world all people same
we love we fear, deprived, insane
absolute mass and no division for the HQ supervision
we are Trialed in side by solicitude at night
blindfolded OF!
superiority of those that are biting in our nose
medicating under-eighteen that appear so differently
and thus don't reap the boredom we are destined to live through
im sorry that I'm different
and I'm sorry that I speak
for the nation of the flowers
all fragile but not weak
Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 7:33 PM UTC
This Gen Z Kid..
This teen of mine..
This Young Man I'm reminded..He's my final Son.
This fast growing radiant dark horse
runnin around under the blaze of the hot sun.
Now He's grown into this tall knight champion.
Radiant chilled dark stallion.
He is unique admired and I'm in awe of His Being.
@Times I'd call him the hurricane..
Inwardly lays talents that can become gifted fame.
I believe He hears.. That voice of God.
When God calls his name.
This new kinda techno son.. Video emerged.. Youtube is his tv..
This son is Gen Z!
The cusp of millennials the beginnings of Generation Z.
Our Norms and traditions bothers them none. Open free and caring emotional nomes..
In the virtual reality chemistry..
Chilling inside their rooms in the safety of homes.
My Sons a precious commodity.
What technology wiz will he turn out to be.
Gaming entertaining.. mental challenging.
The Sons who'll be parents to the next Generation of Alpha's..
Babies entertained by notebooks of cellphone tablets.
More then societies adopted habits.
Babes that are digital natives on cellphones genetic cultures.
Terminology texted media exposures.
Data and gigabytes.. downloads and high speeds.
Swiping before being taught a first school lesson.
This is the generation..Z The Digital Sons.
Written by [email protected] (C)2018
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 1:01 PM UTC
I tried to be Insta-famous
Insecurities celebrated
Half naked, for the attention
High on pillies, money, vacation
With every notification
Filling the void behind my left breast
I worked for it
With body goals like this
Rock solid abs
Icon: fire and 100%
A whole snack
A girl that don't crack
Strip on that pic
Like Cardi B on that pole
Dancing around men
With the only goal of getting rich
Hurt them
Slight curl at the corner of my pillow lips
Ruin them
Feed the feed with self-admiration
It was the meds
or was it?
Inner ego
Remain incognito
Only every other photo
Only then you can show
How you could work that camera phone
May 8, 2018
May 8, 2018 at 11:05 PM UTC
Social media
has ruined my life
my mom says it
was never like this
twenty-five years ago
You never saw
all your friends
hanging out without
you
Or the boy you like
be with someone else
or be caught in a lie
Social media lets lonely
people to act like they
aren’t lonely
and it allows people to
show off their lives
by hurting others
Show off your body
for all the old men
waiting behind a screen
instead of a tree in the park
Show off your friends
to the person you
left behind
Carry on all the
traditions that were
started way back
when they were
your friend
Watch your guy’s new girl
and see her photos with him
and imagine it was you
Social media
posting pictures
leaving comments
counting likes
has ruined more
friendships than
Instagram followers
I’ll ever have
It has ruined my life
And everyone allows it
Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 9:47 PM UTC
Everyone has apples, but doctors are concerned,
Virtual reality in the hand of the beholder.
“Who’s the outside? Never heard of them”.
Cocooned by the mothers that once hated them.
“Politics? Is that a brand of jumper?”
No idea about the world around them.
The children grow as foods change,
Dietary requirements to save the generation.
100 years since the women’s vote,
Women assaulted, ***** killed.
Harvey Weinstein – a perfect example of the times not changing.
“Women are definitely equal, where’s the proof they aren’t?”
Scientists know that there are more than two genders,
Stupid **** sapiens don’t believe.
“There are only two genitals”
When there’s actually three.
Unknown world to the millennial’s
Screens blocking the view,
Parent’s faces are square and blinding.
“You can’t change the world, why try?”
Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 12:34 PM UTC
we are young gods,
daughters and sons of a generation
who gave up on love a universe ago,
but we do our best to experience it-
we sell it in bottles of pop culture and rabid obsessions;
turn it into a conglomeration that profiteers on excess,
a chaos of depression, anxiety, dark self-depreciating wit-
and become artists who lament on first-world tragedies.
we are young gods,
we scoff at religion and we bathe in unholiness,
sin is the new in, black is your best act, and we love it;
we wear our indifference like an armour,
because we fear what we'll see if we're allowed
to understand our emotions and display our vulnerability.
we are young gods,
happy ever after is a joke and true love even more so,
we inhale criticism and exhale cynicism,
because the titans before us acknowledge that the world is cruel
but we embrace it- we drape ourselves in abject and misery,
stitch and mould uncaring faces onto our flesh that gaze upon
the heartbroken jagged shards of ourselves, bleeding guts and glory
embedded all over the cement patch wood floors, amongst the whisky and wine.
we are the young gods;
a mass of degenerates with our entitlement and liberals,
a numbing, sweet hollow feeling that we substitute
for the lack of love and care that we've grown used to;
a realism that carves like a knife at tender ages and
we wear our sadness like a charm- aesthetics to be envied;
we're self-destructive, faithless, pointless,
burning in our question for the meaning of existence
and the only religion we'll ever bow down to
is ourselves.
Feb 7, 2018
Feb 7, 2018 at 5:13 AM UTC
So.
You wanna be a grown up.
You wanna learn how the world works,
And what to do to make it like you.
Well kid, first things first
(And you're hearing it from a fellow kid)
(So don't take my word as gospel)
But the world won't bend to you.
It won't accommodate you.
It won't care.
It's unyielding,
And, debatably,
Unforgiving.
(Depressing, right?)
But, kid,
None of that'll matter.
You have to take a leap of faith.
Go forth and go to art school,
Go and join the military.
Cut all your hair off,
And wear what you **** well please.
Kiss who you want and when you want,
And flip off the "very fine people" at Charlottesville.
Verbally decimate your cheating ex,
And stand up for the bullied kid.
Rise up, shout,
Make sure your bruises and your battle scars are heard across the globe.
You'll make a difference.
After all, you don't have to be a Ghandi or a King to change the world.
You just gotta be you.
Jan 27, 2018
Jan 27, 2018 at 11:05 PM UTC
You’d look at yourself
with eyes so doubtful
Not even blinking but
judging the ruins of others
What we weren’t supposed to do
You’d rather spend time
Staring at the dull vanity
Wasting the minor minutes
& then blaming your society
What we weren’t supposed to do
Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 2:57 AM UTC
i have always found myself
in the middle
actually born
in the middle of the day,
month,
year,
decade
(6.12.94)
very well-versed in
what it's like to be
simultaneously rich
and incredibly poor
living in other states
sleeping on the floor
sure
i walk a generational fine line
this gemini primetime,
of insoluble crises
the holy oil floats to the top
we learn
that feigned warmth cannot dissolve
the calcified ego of a leader or their god
you proclaim the name of jesus
but still cry out for someone to lead us
from gray
gay
awareness
today
it's taken time and distance for this to be easy to say.
this is for the ones
who have always found
themselves in the middle,
america, honey, will you meet us there?
Dec 14, 2017
Dec 14, 2017 at 3:41 PM UTC
lost in my trap of idealism, i
can’t stop looking at you, i
run my eyes down your body
sting of longing rakes through my bones
you will never be mine
you will never be more than a fantasy
Dec 4, 2017
Dec 4, 2017 at 10:16 PM UTC
In our fast-paced world, many things have become easier:
communication, information, food preparation, even study.
We have the internet, smart phones, tablets, emails,
Google, Wikipedia, fast food, and instant coffee.
But have we ever stopped to observe just how
things being easy make them seem more trivial, too?
For the things we’re after, we no longer know
how to sweat, sacrifice, aspire, wait, persist, endure…
Maybe it’s made us cease to dream as well
as everything is merely ****** upon us to take.
We have lost the values that only hard work, toiling
and fighting through insurmountable odds can make.
And even then we never seem to have enough of what we desire,
not enough sleep, time, knowledge, money, or power;
We find no contentment in what we already possess
as our seconds, minutes and days are spent wanting more.
Perhaps we need to re-examine where we’re heading,
take instruction from the numerous generations past.
That it is only that which we strive for, that which we cherish
with all our hearts and everything we have, that can last.
*(c) emeraldine087
Jul 17, 2017
Jul 17, 2017 at 2:44 AM UTC
They say we’re crazy
Chasing stupid millennial dreams
Too far fetched they seem and sometimes we agree
But secretly we hope and pray they become reality
Excuse the interruption but does this sound familiar for anybody else?
“Big house on its second mortgage, and a camper for when we feel like downsizing prison.
Cars each on a different loan, manicured lawn because we must show status in everything we own.
Monday, he cheated with the bottle and she cheated in her heart
Tuesday, sister came home late, crying her eyes out because the arms of her last lover were just like her fathers.
Wednesday was surprisingly peaceful, but unnerving, as sunny days were far and few between and I was thinking this was just the calm before the storm.
Thursday I saw father sitting on the floor his last straw a piece of paper "final notice" printed in red
Friday mother sat in the car for an extra twenty minutes starring blankly at the door contemplating her life
Saturday was fight night
Sunday we went to church and pretended it was all alright”
I’m sorry if my pursuit in life is simply this: Happiness.
If it looks like a retrofitted van and I live like a *** because I never want to fight about little green men
Or, if it was a tiny home that her and I could reasonably afford on land far away from the city lights and temptations that come at night
You could say It’s something about the fights we could hear through thick walls that drove us mad inside
And now we chase peace and calm, love and happiness, through any means
Because that’s something that cannot be bought despite our parents thoughts.
Jul 13, 2017
Jul 13, 2017 at 12:58 AM UTC
We have funny colored hair
And we sing our corrupted music a little too loud
We paint pretty pictures of revolution
Right on the surface of our diamond-studded faces.
We run away from responsibility,
In fear of not meeting the standards set by generations before.
Work hard, no sleep.
Play a little less, fall under the knife.
When will we reach the ****** of
This demented little fairytale?
Sit in a perfectly placed corner,
Smile wide, and don’t say a word.
They’re going to muffle your cries with cotton, anyways.
Jun 2, 2017
Jun 2, 2017 at 10:27 AM UTC