Gernerational Destruction - Poem by Hollie Getter
Board up my soul
The representation of my generation
Board it up, board up my soul
Let none of their darkness rest upon the world i've come to know
Let no one witness the lack of morale in all i've come to know
Board up board up board up my soul! !
Everyday i watch, learn, and listen to the mouths attatched to the faces of those who are nothing like me...but everything like eachother...and i am misplaced in knowing that they know nothing of how to live. I am misplaced in knowing love the way thay cannot imagine. I am misplaced in knowing that the world is being destroyed by my very own social circles. You failed to learn love. You succedded in knowing 'me me me'. Some want to change the world, some want to simply affect it, some just want credibility but i, i know better. I just want to extract the purity of the simplist moment of self recognition. I want to be one with it all. Perhpas i should be buddhist.
But there will still be shootings at places designed to build foundations for life. Babies left in car seats for eight days no food, no diaper changes, blisters on there bottoms for lack of concern and inability to scream anylonger. THere will still be fighting, and numbed minds, and numbed hearts, and numbed souls, which aren't even recognized by those they belong too. There will be loved ones destroying themselves with coke, heroine, alcohal, stds, BLATANT STUPIDITY. There will be backs full of knives, doors that should be open always-closed. There will be sarcasm accompanied by belittlement, fear accompanied by harsh rash reaction, hate followed by destruction. Give me my damn house boat. Give me my glass walls on the highest point so i can see the water and the stars and the transition of time...give me my words and bones, and my skin fitting perfectly around them. Give me slower days, and never cold feet.
(February 18 2008)
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