Pumping up my fist
As the music blares its beat
And travels to my feet
To keep it there as well
Laying down my cares
Remembering the times on the beach
When the stars were in our reach
And we knew we were okay
Where are we today?
Are we specially invited
To the specially indicted
Generation that we are?
Our youth makes us a word
A liability to all
And a curse that takes the fall
Is this fair?
Can you please explain
Why you're talking to me through glass
And telling me to kiss your ass
When we used to be so close?
When did prison take you
And when did prison make you into
Someone that I hated and had sued?
What is it that time has done to us?
Author notes
When did society make us into what it thought we should be, rather than us making society into something better?
(Caellach)
A contest entry
- Something Different by SomethingPoetic.
375 points, ended June 27, 2008, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - You're Not Here Anymore by Annexed Josephine.
300 points, ended June 26, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Rhythmic blues
Comments
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wow this is an amazing write. You have an exelent flow from one line to the next and I can feel the pain put into this pome. GREAT job and good luck in the contest
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Thank you!
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it was very well done
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Thank you for looking at it, and reading it, and most of all for commenting! Much love
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