"degenerates" poems - Hello Poetry

everyone keeps saying "we made it" and it's actually a little confusing because it's almost like they thought we couldn't five teenagers on lockdown have never caused so much panic but I guess we're just the deadbeat generation (knock once for failure, twice for rebirth, three times to see your life in twenty years- who knows, maybe you'll have a life in twenty years) we pick locks on bad days turn back the clocks on good days if we try hard enough maybe we'll go back to the glory days I wanna blast music from the busted up speakers in the back of my car I wanna live like I used to we're anthems and parades and kids crying out in the middle of the night when the hole in their stomach opens up or closes we're caught up in a whirlwind of scientific facts and figures and sometimes I want to scream at the top of my lungs as if that'll help me escape the noise in my head punk isn't about living through the fall of something it's about living through the rise of me I am real I am here I will scream it from the ******* rooftops if I have to I will tap my fingertips on tables even when I'm told not to I will tattoo myself a thousand times over, an endless mantra of existence i exist i exist i exist this isn't a happy ending, or at least it isn't the one I was promised but it's something it's okay and that's good enough because okay is ******* wonderful lace my fingers with yours call me a queen tell me you'll never let me go because I will never let you go we are the kids who will never stop living even when they tell us that we are impossible we are heartbeats pounding on cracked pavement, leather and cheap beer, lather me in love lay me down to sleep with the promise of tomorrow promise me that tomorrow will still be there when I wake up you can have a house but not a home I was a house but not a home until I met you deadbeat degenerates make a better family than most.

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Jun 24, 2014

Jun 24, 2014 at 8:37 AM UTC

buckybarnes

deadbeat generation

everyone keeps saying "we made it" and it's actually a little confusing because it's almost like they thought we couldn't five teenagers on lockdown have never caused so much panic but I guess we're just the deadbeat generation (knock once for failure, twice for rebirth, three times to see your life in twenty years- who knows, maybe you'll have a life in twenty years) we pick locks on bad days turn back the clocks on good days if we try hard enough maybe we'll go back to the glory days I wanna blast music from the busted up speakers in the back of my car I wanna live like I used to we're anthems and parades and kids crying out in the middle of the night when the hole in their stomach opens up or closes we're caught up in a whirlwind of scientific facts and figures and sometimes I want to scream at the top of my lungs as if that'll help me escape the noise in my head punk isn't about living through the fall of something it's about living through the rise of me I am real I am here I will scream it from the ******* rooftops if I have to I will tap my fingertips on tables even when I'm told not to I will tattoo myself a thousand times over, an endless mantra of existence i exist i exist i exist this isn't a happy ending, or at least it isn't the one I was promised but it's something it's okay and that's good enough because okay is ******* wonderful lace my fingers with yours call me a queen tell me you'll never let me go because I will never let you go we are the kids who will never stop living even when they tell us that we are impossible we are heartbeats pounding on cracked pavement, leather and cheap beer, lather me in love lay me down to sleep with the promise of tomorrow promise me that tomorrow will still be there when I wake up you can have a house but not a home I was a house but not a home until I met you deadbeat degenerates make a better family than most.