"millenials" poems
You think you know me.
I think I know you.
We know nothing
As we move forward
Slouched in our office chairs of despair
Some moving full throttle, the others stay still
Still
All in the same place
All at the same level
The illusion of movement
Competitiveness run amok and awry
An experiment gone wrong
An experiment in our endless longing, our search
Our eventual journey
As we seek greatness and perfection
While shattering the thought of it.
We have been taught to question
Questions bring greatness
Greatness is what we long for
Greatness has been subjugated
No longer an aspiration, but a trade
Not a product of inspiration
But a product of greed
Art is dead
Love is dead
All is dead
What once was an abstract concept
Is now concrete
And invisible
Nothing
A black hole
Constructed from the shattered hopes and dreams
Of millenials and those who felt like we do throughout history
What does "millenial" mean anyway?
In every context it encapsulates
Consumerism
Greed
Selfishness
Hypocrisy
Art is dead
Love is dead
All is dead
And we killed it
We dealt the death blow.
We lack heart
We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with greatness
Greatness comes from accomplishments
Accomplishments come from knowledge
Knowledge comes from aspiration
Aspiration comes from inspiration
Inspiration...
comes from the metaphysical heart
The hollow men had no soul
and neither do we
We lean together
We do not embrace
We do not take the next steps
Only leaning
We lack what we need to see it through
We are incapable of maintaining relationships.
For our stamina is gone
In its place, divorce, infidelity,
shallowness
relationships based on looks and dreams
dreams of perfection
based on the wrong definition
We are the hollow men
We are hollow
We are... despairing
Despair
why would we despair?
if we did not care?
are we then hollow?
if we worry,
is that not out of concern?
is concern
not out of love?
does love...
not stem from the heart?
Sometimes I wonder
Can you still have a heart
If you have a mind in the way?
Dec 29, 2013
Dec 29, 2013 at 10:47 PM UTC
I decided I'm goin in.
Yall dun' slipped up and left me with a pen.
It seems lately I been under-drinkin'
Over-sober over-contemplating what's been really happening.
I'm usually a lot more subtle.
I give the benefit of the doubt like I'm a Catholic priest absolving niggas' sins.
Confusing my honesty for reckless abandon-in
To your chagrin, just hecause you're unable to comprehend.
You don't move through this world in the shoes I'm in.
I bet no ones ever called you a sub-human.
Did that election make YOU question all your caucasian friends? Their motives, their thoughts, biases,
Lookin for Microaggressions?
Now those relationships are withered at the ends and it depends on larger hearts and open minds to try and mend and re-begin?
Because someone you love insulted ALL your kin.
Supporting someone who blatantly hates them.
Tunnel vision.Could only see what they wanted Sanctity of life only applies to babies aborted
Christians were thwarted!
How someone with a thumbs up from the Ku Klux have anything to do with what the Lord did?!
Granted, the deed is done and hey the truth is out!
They were wolves in sheep's clothes till the Pres. Came out
in broad daylight
He basically made it awright
to grossly generalize a race AND do so in plain sight
Now ALL the racist crazy folk are poppin at the mouth.
On social media like the 50's in the segregated south,
Spewing hate behind a screename sittin' on they mama's couch
'cept we millenials are rowdy and we'll roll up at yo house.
How's it 2017 and we still schoolin' folk?
Gotta tell you Black lives matter cause you actin like we dont.
In retrospect, it was for the best cause now we ALL woke!
Mar 2, 2017
Mar 2, 2017 at 1:57 AM 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
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
well there goes another parade,
we're now marching with rainbows on our bodies and hashtags on our face
our roars pierce the skyline as the guns fire
bang! bang!
another bullet
in our direction
another life lost
and now we have a new sensation
young man murdered for a skin colour he didn't choose
young man murdered because 'he seemed like he was from the hood'
young man shot dead for following the rules
hashtags flooding twitter, photo sets on tumblr, double taps on instagram and likes on facebook
debates firing up and questioning the truth
we're marching
with the names of the dead carved on our skin
girls murdered for loving girls and boys murdered for loving boys,
a girl being murdered because she no longer wanted to be a boy.
we're crying,we're laughing,we're screaming and we're dying
and now the walls are covered in our writing
because we will never stop fighting
Jul 16, 2017
Jul 16, 2017 at 12:47 PM 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
some of us we have this passion,
To just keep rising from the ashes.
We just keep pushing as time passes,
We won't give up you bet your *****
Old traditions we be slashing,
Outdated records we are smashing.
In overcoming all this crashing,
millennials find satisfaction.
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 8:53 PM 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
I wish I could stop.
I'm getting better
Alot better,actually.
So much so I'm questioning typing this.
My audience may not be as understanding as I.
But if you all can be raw
Without fear of reprimand
For your thoughts are your thoughts
And your feelings are your feelings
Why should I fear?
I need to get this out.
I have triggers now.
More triggers,great.
Once upon a time
Those triggers were normal
For us millenials.
A door slamming.
Yelling.
**** men.
Now,
It's scales.
Something I'd never feared.
It's the mirror.
Something I'd never wanted to break.
It's the the feeling I get
Right before I strap on
My running shoes.
The feeling of being trapped
Into doing something I 'd rather not
Yet feel forced to.
It's innocent comments
Innocent questions
That while I was never huge
And matter-of-factly shrinking
Take me back to the mirror
To question any ounce
Anything extra.
It's clothes
I have so many clothes.
And I hate the vast majority.
They don't camouflage.
They don't blend.
They open the door for triggers.
It's makeup
Something I used to love
For years
That now
I question.
I wonder if it's to play with my features
Or to over-compensate for something I now know
I don't have.
This has taken me over:
These triggers.
And all it took
Was one response
to a question
I'd asked.
One comment that acted on senior triggers
So much so
that it created new ones.
It's funny how the mind works.
I'm not mad.
I'm really not sad, either.
And I eat
I told you all I'm getting better.
I'm just a girl
Seeking an attainable goal
Who unfortunately
Until then
Will have this looming
In the back of her mind.
And almost everyday
I wish
I never would've asked that question.
I'm sick of loving myself
Conditionally.
I want makeup to only be
For ***** and giggles.
I don't want to hide
In clothes anymore
And when I'm not hiding
I don't want to question my choices.
I want numbers
To simply be numbers
Not those individualizing
A jail cell.
I want comments
To slide off my back
Not slide to the dark corner of my mind
Where I place those things
I don't want to remember;
Into my subconscious,you could say.
I want to be wholly happy with myself
and with the things I used to love.
Emphasize,don't sympathize.
I promise I'm fine.
But isn't this a place of raw honesty?
Where even the fine can place their subconscious in text?
Until then,I guess.
I'm just a girl.
May 10, 2017
May 10, 2017 at 1:16 PM UTC
O, you are a success.
You are a living success.
You are a success,
that has unearthed
the chaos and unrest
in the minds of a generation
from baby boomers to millennials,
from the east to the west.
O, you are a success.
You are a living success.
You left a lasting memory
and an unshaken legacy,
filled with utter hypocrisy
and bureaucracy,
shrouded with the cry
of everlasting demand
and accomplishment.
O, you are a success.
Why should you be worried?
You are a living success.
Jan 19, 2019
Jan 19, 2019 at 8:41 PM UTC
my precious star in the night
I love those glint in your eyes
the dreams that you've now achieved
please hold that tight
never lose sight
of what fueled that spark
the night I saw you, I swear I fell
as if I'm a shooting star shot across galaxies
but I could never hold such blinding light
as much of what you hold in your very eyes
please, my love, never loose that glimmer
as mine is fading, you're my only hope
I dream that even if millenials pass
these eyes will see the same star
of what made her wish on stars in the first place
I hope that I can hold on to you the same
please, my love I beg
as if I'm holding onto my last breath
this is my only wish upon a star
that whatever you may be
that even if you stand out
among thousands of galaxies
never change your pure glow
my love, don't be blinded
for what may bring you
to your downfall
please, I believe
I put my faith onto yours
even that time may pass
your light may still reach
my heart the same as that night
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 4:22 PM UTC
I pity the Millenials
Living in this day and age
Arguing the nature of reality
Trusting only the words on the page
Trusting nothing they wouldn't see coming
That would challenge the new status quo
That bow to the god of strict science
Never considering what can't be known
Relativity gives them an excuse
A convenient state of affairs
Making up dogma from whole clothe
Convinced that nobody cares
Only the Millenials could care less
Until they decide it's best to show empathy
I don't understand 'em at all
But that's how it's meant to be
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 12:18 AM UTC
When I was a child, I was told to be good,
We were never the most amazing children forward from conception.
We tried to please. Compliments were scarce, but not unnoticed.
In my disengaging years, I was clever enough in school to pass (all but one or two usually did). I'm into life-long learning. I didn't get to grade two because I was seven.
It was never suggested that I might be the smartest, most prodigious brain in school, any school in any district in North America. No one framed my finger paintings and straw art.
I was okay in sports. Most sports. Never got a Participants' Ribbon. Make the team or get cut. Pass the ball or get benched. My parents never knew the coach's name, usually didn't know where the game was played. Do something else. Practice. Oh, and the medals, trophies and team pictures are lots of fun.
And, you will handle them every so often, and remember...
Later, I found out I wasn't ugly. I've my share of blemishes, but there are plenty of kisses and dates out there to go around. Trust me.
I wasn't described as David, recently stepped off his dais, or, the heartbreak of thousands, the man you want to be in the mirror. Actually, we all look much like yourself... the same.
No one told us to be clever with money. That, if it existed, belonged to my parents. I didn't get any. I did take out some garbage cans for two old girls on Tuesdays, for fifteen cents. Ask Boomers about their jobs. There's lots of stories about earning money.
We belonged to the Age of Entitlement. Grew and matured expecting a good education, a fair wage for a fair job, a planet to live on with some intermitent world peace.
You are entitled to the same, Dear Millenials.
The same way. It works wonders.
And don't tell anyone (especially your kids) they're ******* Royalty.
We know how Majesty ends.
Jun 30, 2017
Jun 30, 2017 at 9:03 AM UTC
Forget about us.
Like the greats that once walked this once great land for millenials before yours in search for wealth beyond measure.
Like the soldiers that died to protect your forefathers and theirs.
Like the words you swore to keep forever as you struggled through the rain.
Like the fool that gave away their soul to keep yours shining as you meant the world to them.
Like the smell of a beautiful rose that came from his mother's garden as his eyes gazed at you uncertainly.
Like the song that has a melody with no words and no composer.
Like God as you find happiness and live in the moment.
Forget about us.
For we are what belongs in the book that won't be read in this world you created.
For we can only matter to the Grey man as he knows truth.
Like diamonds that lost value yet still shines.
For we have never been your special song but we sang from within.
Forget about us, forget about us.
Jan 5, 2019
Jan 5, 2019 at 11:28 AM UTC
Sometimes I just think about things
let my mind run, as free as the creek which babbles
furiously at the injustice of the world
I think about
school
people
friends
food
the inevitability of the doom of the human race
boomers
to
millenials
to
zoomers
to
doomers
to
DEATH
I'm
scared scared scared scared scared
of all the stuff
there is to think about
ok now. that's enough of that.
I'll be happy now
with the time I have left
content with my demise
smiling at the death
of all the fake things I care about
Dec 9, 2019
Dec 9, 2019 at 1:26 PM UTC
Poetry has lost it’s meter, it’s rhyme, it’s soul
All that is left is a gaping hole
For when prose is poetry
And poetry is prose
An artform has died, and a new began.
Apr 9, 2019
Apr 9, 2019 at 3:54 PM UTC
*a storm is coming.
well, yeah, the earth isn't flat... the rainbow's curvature |) should have made that clear to the ancients, if the earth was flat, the rainbow would have to be a / curved line setting off toward infinity... just like the curvature of the foot, with the right hand impressing itself on the left foot, revealing the following: Γ( - so yes, i'm walking on a curve.*
and only today, i managed to clearly see
how two rainbows appear on the sky,
and there are always two...
although the outer rainbow is much fainter,
and at best, spotted, when wearing sunglasses;
but the winds are raging,
the trees are in a state of frenzied panic,
head-banging as if at a metal concert...
but what's interesting is that,
as the more prominent rainbow of the leprechauns
begins:
violet blue green yellow orange red -
moving from the bottom,
and then up -
the pixies' rainbow that's
fainter, begins in reverse:
moving from the bottom up -
red orange yellow green blue violet,
i never managed to spot this, until today...
and yes, newton explained this (i hope)...
as popularißed by voltaire;
and as infamously as can be cited,
voltaire doesn't mention an apple on newton's
head in the principle text it was supposed to
derived from, i.e. the elements of newton's philosophy,
read the **** book... there's no apple metaphor
to be found in it! once again,
the fruit of one's labours,
being an apple... ah... perfect,
the serpent tempting, and the worm inside
the apple;
talk about something beyond the body of christ...
the talk of the serpent as wine,
and the worm inside the apple as bread;
even dante alighieri couldn't think this one up;
but of course, i'd alway side with milton;
oh yeah... talk of millenials and harry potter...
sorry, didn't read a single book...
read of another warlock though...
marlowe's faust... in dover, in less than an hour,
bought the book, and then went back
to the bookstore and donated (rather than asking
for my money) (it) back.
Jun 6, 2017
Jun 6, 2017 at 1:43 PM UTC
we're all the ******* same.
we wear hoops in our ears to seem gangsta,
wear black to show we don't care,
we're all existentialists fond of nietsche
we write poems and laud self expression as a new god,
the god of the self.
we listen to the most minimal techno
while smoking cigarettes that will **** us
and we don't maintain eye contact too long
or we'll fall in love
because we're so not used to raw human contact.
we **** on drugs
god forbid we let someone see
our real selves, stripped down,
not hiding behind a haze of being high.
we yearn for a greater meaning,
and strut around like roosters pretending
we care about politics
but the world is collapsing on itself
and all we can do is write facebook posts,
millions of the same laments.
we don't actually care,
except as a way to boost our own egos for being informed.
we care about living in the moment,
paying exorbitant amounts of money to
rave in a desert with thousands of other people
also living in the moment.
we don't want ugly friends,
beautiful friends are so much more instagrammable.
we all care about having perfect sunglasses,
perfect shoes,
perfect hair,
more than having a perfect world,
perfect understanding,
perfectly imperfect, fought for love.
no wonder we keep smoking to
shorten our hedonistic lives.
our minds are decaying while
our bodies are getting primed up,
glossified, matted, blurred,
made more perfect every day.
nazis have an undercut? well,
every boy in america has one too.
go punch a ****
not because you think it's the right thing to do,
but because you want to be cool.
we're all just followers, all just tools.
and writing all this out makes me the biggest tool of all,
because it's nothing that hasn't already been written
a thousand times before.
Aug 20, 2017
Aug 20, 2017 at 7:46 PM UTC
How can we
Breathe
Without
Anxiety
In our chest
When all we do
Is for a paycheck
And we still
Can’t afford
Rent
Feb 2, 2019
Feb 2, 2019 at 5:13 PM UTC
Your words weigh on me heavily
Im obsessed, reread them excessively
But I'm afraid of them afraid of criticism, afraid of being like them
Separated myself from the masses of societies drones
How were we able to reach the moon with the power of a modern day phone
Nowadays intelligence is showing off
Pretend to be sick mentally, we force our mind to fake coughs
Don't forget that everyone is special and work is unneeded
Frown on us millenials but raised on ******** is how we were leaded
Somewhere along faded lines parenting left us
Never seen anyone held accountable cept us
Told it was all us and were a lost generation
That we rely to much on tech, we're americas humiliation
Jul 28, 2017
Jul 28, 2017 at 3:15 PM UTC
They say millenials don’t believe in monogamy
Well I guess yours truly is an anomaly
Because giving all of my heart and soul
To one person forever
At the end of it all is my goal
Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 10:33 PM UTC