Tuesday, October 20, 2015

Millennials (Poem 4-updated)

Above who they say we are.
Generation Y is not the degeneration fuel.
Echo Boomers will bring the present far.

Selfies are mocked, portraits not up to par,
deemed as shallow as the kiddie pool.
But we are above who they say we are.

Claim we're too enamored with hookups and stars,
sex drives running wild, with no set rules.
Yet, us Echo Boomers will bring the present far.

Assume we long for riches and lush cars,
without pulling our weight in school.
Still, we are above who they say we are.

Facebook and Snapchat viewed as bizarre,
for lasting friendships- not a proper tool.
However, Echo Boomers will bring the present far.

Beyond the slander, past the narrow bar,
we will run fast enough to win this dual.
Above who they say we are.
Echo Boomers will bring the present far.



Millennials(original)

Above who they say we are.
Generation Y is not the degeneration.
Echo Boomers bring you the present of today.

Selfies mocked when they are merely portraits,
Deemed as shallow as the kiddie pool.
Above who they say we are.

Too enamored with the hook-up culture scene,
Sex drives running wild, unrestrained.
Echo Boomers bring you the present of today.

Longing for all the riches in the land,
Though we have yet to work a day in our lives.
Above who they say we are.

Lost in the bubble of Facebook and Snapchat,
Unable to create lasting connections.
Echo Boomers bring you the present of today.

We are beyond the slander of our critics.
If we run fast enough, we can make the distance.
Above who they say we are.
Echo Boomers bring you the present of today. 

Tuesday, October 13, 2015

Taking it Slow in The Game (originally Taking It Slow) (Poem 3-updated)

Fair shot if we glide in
slightly, slowly,
 almost flawless figure skaters.

Spin too quickly
like a carnival cruise-
and the ride will stop.

Once ready to tackle
the concept of dinner for just two,
But we plunged in too fast.

Soon we're tennis playing,
smacking the ball to and fro;
she can't participate without weeping. 

"Don't paint me as a villain,
 let me buy you desire"- 
But she's a non-believer. 

Shredding her tears to pieces,
He searches and seeks for more
women to torture.

Her glass is empty now.
Imprisonment 
is now her predicament. 


Lost all hope of a happy ending. 
Waking up bitter,
broken shards of glass. 

Can they rewind? 
To the mysterious faces they once were 
among massive masses in the stands? 

Their faces will remain forever ingrained
in each other's minds
with one burning memory. 

Love is cursed by monogamy. 



Taking it Slow(original)

Fair shot
if we glide in 
slightly, slowly. 

Spin too fast 
like a carnival cruise- 
and the ride will stop. 

Once ready to tackle
the concept of dinner for just two, 
But it was too soon.

Soon 

We're tennis playing 
smacking the ball to and fro;
she can't participate without weeping. 

Trying again to make it come alive. 
"Let me buy you desire"-
But she's a non-believer. 

Shredding her tears to pieces,
He searches and seeks for more 
women to torture.

Her glass is empty now. 
Imprisonment 
is now her predicament. 

Lost all hope of a happy ending. 
Waking up
bitter, broken. 

Can they rewind? 
To the mysterious faces they once were 
among massive masses in the stands? 

Their faces will remain forever ingrained
in each other's minds
with one burning memory. 

Love is cursed by monogamy. 




Cut-up poem inspired by the following rappers:

Childish Gambino- Sweatpants: http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/childishgambino/sweatpants.html

Lil Dicky- White Dude: http://genius.com/Lil-dicky-white-dude-lyrics

Eminem- We Made You: http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/eminem/wemadeyou.html

Kanye West- No Church in the Wild: http://genius.com/Kanye-west-no-church-in-the-wild-lyrics