These Are The TimesA Poem by kylie.lockheart
Perhaps we've grown jaded,
While our ambitions turn green From the blue light comfort of the screen. Perhaps all I want now Is pink, white, and orange pills To forget whatever's going on. My sister is off today on acid And my brother and I watch movies each night Like creatures in the dark. My mother, my father Half the time I have no idea Where they are. I remember when the hurt of the world Was all I felt. I remember when I couldn't remember. When I drifted forward instead of behind. It's all that's on my mind All these damn grievances to make All these stories to tell All these stands to take. I refuse to give way To the tide of this lost generation But, would it kill me to say I'm tired? Yet to rest Is to hide alone Spinning out on a half-dream the drugs lend me. Something like dying, something like Giving way In secret. Not a chance a soul may see it On my highlight reels. Just for a while, just until spring. When the ground is green, When the sky turns blue, When our fingers can touch Our dreams coming true And the heat of the times Have finally cooled. © 2024 kylie.lockheartFeatured Review
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3 Reviews Added on October 2, 2024 Last Updated on October 2, 2024 Authorkylie.lockheartPhoenix, AZAboutWriter, roamer, and rambler from Phoenix, Arizona, documenting my little stories. I mostly share my poetry on here, with a couple short stories sprinkled in. I hope you enjoy. more..Writing
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