These Are The Times

These Are The Times

A 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.lockheart


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The poetry reflects on these times of all generations who are so busy chasing something that none of them have any idea about. Be it elders or children. The sense of love and care is losing.’ We have worked during the day and now lets sit together family’ seems like a forgotten sight . We continuously ignore our hearts saying..’we are progressing and we have enough of comfort but lets give each other the warmth and company that we built this family and home for’. Medicines are popped like food and healthy fresh dinner times have been replaced with non calming hitech screens by one and all. It takes away our sleep our freshness and shows life and sorrow of the world leaving us alone with no wisdom . You have written these with such feelings dear @kylie.lockheart and done justice to how life may be going wrong but I hope its not about you and wish lots of soothing love and support in each step of you or anyone dealing with tired and loneliness despite having one another and a family.

Cheers and loves..
Aarti Sriram

Posted 1 Month Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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hey thanks for calling me out :/

Posted 5 Days Ago


kylie.lockheart

5 Days Ago

now everyone knows you partake in illegal actvities
The poetry reflects on these times of all generations who are so busy chasing something that none of them have any idea about. Be it elders or children. The sense of love and care is losing.’ We have worked during the day and now lets sit together family’ seems like a forgotten sight . We continuously ignore our hearts saying..’we are progressing and we have enough of comfort but lets give each other the warmth and company that we built this family and home for’. Medicines are popped like food and healthy fresh dinner times have been replaced with non calming hitech screens by one and all. It takes away our sleep our freshness and shows life and sorrow of the world leaving us alone with no wisdom . You have written these with such feelings dear @kylie.lockheart and done justice to how life may be going wrong but I hope its not about you and wish lots of soothing love and support in each step of you or anyone dealing with tired and loneliness despite having one another and a family.

Cheers and loves..
Aarti Sriram

Posted 1 Month Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This poem tries and succeeds, to express quite a lot of thoughts, observations and feelings. By the way, it varies who people consider to be "this lost generation"? Even so, that reference to pills as one of life's sad escapes from modern societal angst; reminded me how very temporary - any mental relief from pills tends to be. Just as sad, can be associated problems of side-effects and addiction; of course. On the other hand, this piece ends on a positive high (so to speak!); bringing thoughts of Spring and associated rebirth or renewal.? "Yet to rest is to hide alone", is a particular line which reminded me that rest can be a means of seeking mental seclusion and calm; be it in a solitary way. Thanks for sharing, and keep writing.! I accept "read requests" too, on this site.

Posted 1 Month Ago



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kylie.lockheart
kylie.lockheart

Phoenix, AZ



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Writer, 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..

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