The Lost Ones
We love this. The sun shines brightly on our faces. The breeze blowing softly against our tanned skin.
We run with shopping carts in our hands. The biggest smiles of joy on our faces. We boast our freedom through the laughs we let ring through the air. Never quiet. We are expressed.
We enjoy the long hot walks on a summer's day after our divided hours have gone by. Feet never tired, always moving, shoes getting thinner, and thinner.
Our bodies dance to the song we sing. Of being youthful and free. And another of being youthful, poor, and angry with a cause and causes just for us.
We parade through the streets with our bags on our backs and shoulders. Boys and girls on boards. We roam around, no set goals in mind. Spontaneous.
We are the voice that you make silent. We are what's in your future. We are the choice of your last breath. We are the lost ones. The last ones.
We are the waisted youth.
We run with shopping carts in our hands. The biggest smiles of joy on our faces. We boast our freedom through the laughs we let ring through the air. Never quiet. We are expressed.
We enjoy the long hot walks on a summer's day after our divided hours have gone by. Feet never tired, always moving, shoes getting thinner, and thinner.
Our bodies dance to the song we sing. Of being youthful and free. And another of being youthful, poor, and angry with a cause and causes just for us.
We parade through the streets with our bags on our backs and shoulders. Boys and girls on boards. We roam around, no set goals in mind. Spontaneous.
We are the voice that you make silent. We are what's in your future. We are the choice of your last breath. We are the lost ones. The last ones.
We are the waisted youth.
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While a more appropiate kind of writing might've been suitable, this is basically the introduction into my life and what is on my mind basically each and everyday. This poem and the other's to come are rather personal. I have no choice on if I want them to be personal or not. What good is a poem if it's not about or based on the events of YOUR life and YOUR experiences and YOUR opinions and outlooks? I'll give short explanations to the meanings of my writings and sometimes, I won't just to read what you think they're about. I'm giving you almost everything, don't use me. I won't put up a gate unless I need to.-Tommiliyn V.-