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The world is already
much too loud :
tone down
please don't shout!
It feels so strange—
as if I’m out at sea.

No land in sight,
only blue waves
rolling back and forth.

Sometimes
they bring me calm.
Other times
they bring despair.
eyes on the pavement,
the tiny architectects
of sky bound prayers.

the children draw dreams
with chalk-stained hands
on the cracked concrete,
flowers, and sky bound birds,
and home and stars and rainbows.

a shimmer of light on stone.

will the chalk bleed before the bloom?
By birth I’m Gen Z, that’s true,
but their strange standards I just can’t do.

I can’t be polite and abusive in one breath,
or worship celebs like they gave me life or death.

I won’t wear brands just to prove I belong,
or sip on a drink and call culture strong.

I can’t post my life just for Instagram views,
or cry “period, slayy” when I’ve nothing to lose.

I won’t call lust love, then hashtag “forever,”
or stage breakups in reels, claiming “healing’s so clever.”

So yes, I’m Gen Z by time and by name,
but with a little common sense, I don’t play that game.
Wtff wrong with most of the people nowadays they just live to showoff things. I'm just afraid about the future Generation. Well all the people aren't like this but few with words period and slay make me feel so high that I wanna punch their faces literally they literally lack common sense and they introduce new thing like benching situationship *** are they??
a moth mistook my lamp
for the moon,
and broke itself
believing
the light was love.
ive always found moths melancholic. perhaps they embody the essence of delusion that we cling onto.
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