
Fondness For The Days Gone
I recall those crystal skies, picturesque,
Days that have gone into my mind and stayed
I remember the feeling of the dandelions
Their feather touch still gives me chills
As I daydream about those lime fields
The smell of jasmine still makes me laugh
Memories of chasing cows and bees
To be young and to be free of responsibility
I wish for those days back sometimes
As I look at the bulging calendar
My mouth feels full when I think of
Tasting fresh apples as I watched the sun
Wondering if it could stretch on forever
If the orange light went home at night
I miss the fresh air and bird songs
The sight of pebbles reminds me of
Occasions where I would throw them
Into a river or any water, I could find
To make a wish to grow up fast
Those days are gone, but my mind never forgets.
Raven In My Tree
Diligently, sitting in the maple tree
A raven as lonely as I
Cawing to no one but the empty
Diligently, sitting in the maple tree
I touch the glass, feeling despair and empathy
As my darkness is reflected in its eyes
Diligently, sitting in the maple tree
The raven nods before bidding me a goodbye.
Tang Ping (Lying Flat)
Despondency is spreading across youth
Burnout from university and jaded by
A job market that is too competitive
Along with a salary that does not cover the basics
This concoction of difficult circumstances
Is the recipe for apathy and giving up on everything
A trend that has made its rounds across the internet
With some being literal in the protest
By lying flat on the ground and not pursuing a home
Or a family, or any basics we aim to attain in this life
Young people are reflecting the circumstances given to
Them by older generations as experts try to figure out why
As if longer work hours, lower pay, inflation, and no benefits,
Was not enough to discourage people,
Our generation won’t even receive a pension for working hard
That is the reality of the modern world
Lying flat is not just a trend, or protest,
It is the only appropriate response to an unsustainable situation.
The Real Cost Of Everything
From debt to inflation,
Adults young and old
Can’t afford to live decently
Generation Z, as they call us,
May never know what owning
A house is like in this life
Because prices are too high
And excuses are vast in supply
The reality of renting is becoming
the same since landlords ask for
six months rent in advance
For those on an average wage
This request teeters on insane
On top of food, gas, and utilities,
The real expense of decisions fuelled by greed
Made by those with power
Is beginning to show despite the medias
Gaslighting and deflection
People with money and power overspend
And give us the bill,
The cost of that becomes a whole generation
Who can’t afford to live.
Undervalued
Let me pick up the pen and leave
I know what I'm worth at this point
Not out of arrogance but from hard work
I see my achievements as proof
That I'm not a lowly scribe but a force to
be reckoned with, I'm pure fire,
As each drop of ink alters the world
Writers are the ones who change society
But never receive the credit for their creations
Some of us are excluded from things
It is a constant battle between what is right and what is not
For those of us who create, we are kicked the most,
It is like burning an old painting because it is not a famous
name signed at the bottom
Value does not come from attention but quality
Some people don't deserve our words
Or the time we take to create beauty.
Keep it Quiet In The Moment
Reuniting with our eyes
Blue energy rains between us
Our minds are downloading each other
A rope bridge between our thoughts
One that has been closed recently
I have missed your expressions,
The subtle curve of your lips as you smile
And the pictures you paint with
Your body language as you stare
At my visage, imagining my adventures,
As I daydream about your experiences,
No sound is uttered, but we can hear each other
In this room, we are silent,
Yet have expressed everything we need to know
About the time that has gone by us.
Public Figures
Broadcasting your life
Then wondering why
People comment on it
You opened the window
And let the flies into
Your bedroom and cry
About how unfair things
Are when you don’t hear
The praise and love you
Assumed that you would get
Because public opinion
Is both sides of the moon
The alabaster light that we admire
But also, the cold shadow that kills.
Forgotten Right In Front Of You
Standing there,
Waiting for you
To see me and not look into
Someone else and
Act like I'm a shadow
With no thought, no feeling,
I am tired of being looked at
Like a mirror to reflect yourself
It feels like a cult at this point
Where everyone else is welcome
But me and that just stings
How can you forget so easily?
The memories, the effort that I put in,
As I am standing, my mind separates,
From you and this whole space
I'm not going to waste my time
Being a cog in this soundless interaction
If you can't remember then I won't be there
To remind you.
The Day After Halloween
Many are maxed out on candy
The orange pumpkins on the porch
Are sagging as they sit
Whilst the last leaves fall
Winter is coming along
As the Halloween decorations
Are put into boxes until next year
The aftermath of a night filled with fun
And terror as remnants of cake, drinks,
and weird stains cover the floor for some
The festivities forever captured in our phones
Images of our costumes, friends, and memories
A comfort during harder times
As we prepare for the next holiday.