My GenerationThey read in the papers and hear on the airOf stealing and killing and crime everywhereThey sigh and say as they notice the trend,'This young generation, when will it end? 'But can they be sure that it's our fault alone,That part of the problem they should claim as their own?Are they less guilty who place in our way,Objects and subjects that lead us astray?Too much hating, not enough loveMaybe we should give peace a little shoveToo much money and too much idle timeToo many movies of passion and crimeToo many books not fit to be readToo much evil in what we hear saidToo many children encouraged to roamToo many parents who never stay homeWe don't make the movies or publish the booksWe don't paint cool pictures of gangstas and crooksDrugs and alcohol, they trouble our brainThey're done by older folk who are greedy for gainDelinquent teenagers, oh how you condemnThe sins of a nation and you blame it on themBy the laws of the blameless, the savior made known~Who shall
OverlookedI dont want to click this.I dont want to read your writing.It isnt a colourful drawingWith a story told in one glance.There are words here to decipher,And reading them once might not be enough.If I cant see into your soul in one glanceMaybe your soul isnt worth being seen.So Ill go my merry wayAnd type out a comment to that generic Naruto fanpicAnd never wonder what precious insightYour words have to offer.
in love with a dream catcheryou packed your old suitcase full of pink rosesand set out to find where thecrickets sleepusing the moon beams through tree branchesto guide you.you wanted to lay your head in the grasstangle your hair in the sedgeand have music surround you from everyunmeasured inch of earth that equals the outdoors.you wanted to press your fingers into the top soiland bottom soilwhile it was still cool and kept its freshsunset taste.you said everyone's dreams were caughton angel hair-[a prettier name for spider webs]that silvery thread that floats on the wind andsticks to your face.i didn't believe you, buti could see in your eyesthat you were going to be the one to find those dreams.you were going to[be the one to]sail away one misty morning in a boat[without me]just because you wanted to.just because the world wanted tobe explored.when i held youand when you were closest to mei felt you getting further away. it scared mebut i knew you[didn't belong to me]were a wild