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Mia Lee Mar 2016
Spy Kids (the original)
A 5 dollar matinee with your mom
A box of Bunch A Crunch
Or a plastic sack of
Dip N Dots

Ninja Turtle walkie talkies
Flare denim cargo pants
Bobby Jack zip up hoodies
With blue Fla-Vor-Ice stains
And hide and seek

Now That’s What I Call Music
Volume 17
Playing from a 10in x 10in
Silver box TV
And high frequency noise
To accompany
Akon’s latest bass line

A razor scooter
The foot powered kind
When the Preacher’s Daughter
Has a shiny blue one with a motor

Weeping to Secondhand Serenade
Because your mom won’t let you have
A Wii
And your crush checked “no” on the
Note you gave them last week

Detention after pre algebra
From shooting a girl two seats over
At “close range”
With a hornet
And she was unfamiliar with the school wide
NO SNITCHIN’
policy

The words
Beastly
And epic
Used to describe what your
8th grade field trip is gonna be like

A phone call from your best friend
About finally finding Ben Franklin
In Tony Hawk’s Underground 2

Now
The OK symbol is your most used emoji
There are too many guys with long hair
And beards
White girls all have a weird obsession
With house plants
We’re all at least 50 thousand dollars  in debt
And I think we all
Just really hope Donald Trump
Isn’t our next president
Matthew A Cain Mar 2016
I
I
I
look at me, me, me
And we fail to see,
Attention is the new "drug".
And thus we believe we deserve the best while aiming for mediocrity.
The "I generation"
Defined by our need to feel special
We post, tag and snapchat to feed our addictions
But nothing ever satisfies
Just one more hit
and I’ll be done with this
Just one more like
and one more time
But we fail to realize we’re slowly dying inside
as life
Passes us by.
I know this topic is a bit played out but in honesty I get frustrated with my generation because we are starving for human interaction and we believe that we will find it on the other end of a wifi connection when in all reality friends surround us talking and trying to connect but to no avail and worst yet we spend half our time staring at a screen as our life passes us by and our addictions rob us of our youth and spontaneity.
SassyJ Mar 2016
In bareness life sheds
Melting our essences
To fear our termination
In caskets it all ends

In excess life mends
A regeneration read
Generations transpired
For eons we existed

In neutral life tends
Unscripted to rest
Reassessed to subsist
Repressed to matter

Thou shan't fear death
Embraceth thine destiny
Immortalised in shrines
Till the universe climaxes
Name of an Orchestral Music Piece (Joshua Ingram)
Thanks for the privilege.
Trees that are rising, with trunks fading to black,
Before you were woven from wood, now of the rocks that crack.
With you standing tall, and always the shade to rest my back.
From then til' today I could never repack,
All the sins, that you devour on track.
Since long I have not wronged by the stars of that song.
Maybe I should numb what was strong,
Because the silence of your breath becomes flat.

With leaves of wide shape and shining colour.
Reflecting the shadows and its silhouettes.
Home to different creature of its lore.
The furious, silent, and respectful.
Like the ever changing skins of your growing fruits.
From remedies, poisons, and delicacies just to fill.
Giving abundances of gifts but nonetheless it is you who takes it.

Time moves forward,
It is seen that yesterday is tomorrow,
The ebb and flow is very evident,
What was calm,
Turbulently testing today,
Gathering all its forces,
While throwing what is wasteful and foolish.
This is a rough translation for a poem in my native country's language.
Mga punong nagtataasan, mga katawang nangingitim.
Hibla dati sa kahoy ngayo'y sa bato nagbibitin.
Ang tangkad mo ay laging masarap gawing lilim.
Mula noon hanggang ngayo'y di ako makapagpasalin,
Ng mga kasalanan, kahit na iyon ang iyong kinain.
Matagal na ang huling pagsala ko sa kanyang bituin.
Baka't hindi ko na ito kailangang damdamin.
Dahil tila nagkukulang na ang iyong hangin.

Mga dahon **** lapad at kumikinang.
Nanalamin sa lahat ng aninong dumadaan.
Nagpapabahay parin sa iba't-ibang nilalang.
May mararahas. tahimik, at mapaggalang.
Parang ang nagbabagong kulay ng mga bunga **** nakahalang.
May gamot at may lason, pero mayroong pagkaing pang-ahon.
Mayroong pabaon ngunit parang ikaw na ang unti-unting lumalamon.

Umuusbong na mga panahon.
Nakita na ang bukas ay ang kahapon.
Kitang-kita ang daloy ng alon.
Nadating ika'y mahinahon.
Ngayo'y ika'y tagahamon.
Nag-iipon ng lakas at laman.
Habang nagtatapon na ng basura't mangmang.
This poem is written/typed in my native language of Tagalog which is a dialect of Filipino. But it is already the new generation of the language not the old original traditional language. Here is the translation: http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1558592/the-forest-ang-gubat/
m i a Feb 2016
today's kids went from
'I want to be a famous doctor, saving lives!'
to
'I want to be a famous viner, geting all those likes!'
im kind of worried for our generation.
Poetic T Feb 2016
**** what was said, its what was known was a whole other story:

"Run their coming how much you got,

"I got fifteen clots left,
"How the fa-jesus is that gonna stop them,

"Improvising is the necessity of the moment,
"Now grab that gas bottle and traffic cone, hurry,

"You are one crazy ******* you know that,

He smiles and watch's as his friend plays tinkerer, he
Was called the tinker bell of improvising. Less the *******
Wings and smiles. I loved watching his thoughts as they
Always had a party trick sense of humor that played with
Those that were against us and our family. We had been
On the streets for at least for at least fifteen years running
Against those that were in this seeded state of imprisonment


"That's so messed up dude,

He laughs out loud at the thought of those playing the field.

"The streets are our weapon their sheep on our land,

Running to a secluded place darkness cleanses their view
From others prying eyes. You think there stupid enough
To fall for this ****? their is always one dopy *******.

"Here they come,

They see the funtarded plan that they left for those playing
Cat in a world of mice, but mice are smarter than others
Give credit for, "******* cat, "SSsssshhhhh,

The thugs speak to each other faces deserted in black.

"What the hell is this?
What is it? anything of importance?
"It looks like a Knock, Knock joke,
"Read it then you imbecile

"Knock, Knock,

"Who's there?

"Count to three,
1
2
.
.
.
.
.
"Aggghhhh,­

Ambush is shouted around, all but two aren't caught
In what happened two moments before.

Two moments earlier
3??

"Gas is silent but deadly,
The one that smelt it dealt it?

What the **** is that meant to mean?

As an incendiary round is fired, figures they
Momentarily see,
With gleeful smiles and a middle index finger
****** in the air by both, and unheard words spoke
"**** all yaaaa,
All are engulfed in flame, screams are heard from the
Distance running in futile acts.

"Drop and roll,

These words of panic go unheard as if swatted
They each fall like wicks. They smoulder and then
Unused ammunition upon themselves like
Fire crackers go off. like jumping beans
Their frames jump up as appendages release
from their now flaming form.

"Run for cove.........,
"O ****, he just got to in the head,
"I don't get paid enough for this Fu.....,


One slug only used impressive is a thought,
His little playful tricks never cease to amaze,
Cadavers smouldering linger as they both
Look over amazed it worked.

"Now that's what I'm talking about,

As he walks over and does a midsection ******
"BANG,
As the air is clouded with profanities
"MOTHER F#CKER,
"JESUS ***#ING CHRIST,
"**** THE FU#KING BED,

"Hahahahaha,

"What's so funny,

"Its the Karma of the situation,
"He dealt it, you smelt it in the ****,

"That's so not funny my dairy-air kills,

"Dude you got a brown stain hahaha.....,
"**** the bed or your pants,

They walk away, well one walks the other hobbles.
I hate this place so much, god dam generation prison.
"What did we ever do?
"We were born dude,
They arrive at camp to eyes happy to see both
Alive and slightly well, curious looks
Gather at his reddish brown patch,
"He smelt it,
As giggles surround and he punches him in the arm.

"I'm never going to live this down am I dude,
"No,
"This is worthy of years of puns haha...,

They see their mother, a tattoo of shameful pride
Adorning her neck, so long ago given for
A crime of hunger to feed her first born.
But their was no cautionary words, but deployed
Into this state now walls elevated a half mile high.
Did the world still exist no one knew no one
Had been dropped in nine or ten years.
This place was a whole state enclosed, the
Worst and those of minimal crimes linger in
This place to survive is the only thing and not
Lose your humanity in the process.

"Hi my little ones,
"I see the journey was not with out incidence,

"It was a pain in the **** mum,
"Well his **** not mine,

"Mum tell him to stop it,

"Young man your brother is not the **** of all jokes,
"Ok maybe for the next few years give or take,

They walk off as the gates enclosing there camp
Though rusted keep outsider not wanted
Away from the peace now claimed in the enclave.
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Mishael Ward Feb 2016
Dear Society,
You have created...

A state of mind
Say you love someone,
But show no actions.
Say you Want to be successful,
But sleeping is enjoyable and work is a dissatisfaction.

A state of mind
Where people are powerful in the physical,
But are puny mentally.
Where Parents don't want their kids to follow their path,
Yet their actions make them watch their kids pay the same penalty.

We can still change and create...

A state of mind
Where we don't find problems,
But we create solutions.
Where is laziness is not an option,
Because winning is the only resolution.

A state of mind
That stands strong in trouble,
By conforming the body to its will.
That helps people in time of need,
And refuses to lead them downhill.

A state of mind
That loves to give to others.
One that hates to damage and pollute.
A society that is truly genuine,
And only speaks the truth.

Sincerely,
A youth concerned about his generation
By: Mishael Ward ©
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