Generation Love

Biography

An aspiring writer and poet, one who expresses his feelings on paper - and hopes to learn and grow. Everybody's voice should be heard and sometimes venting your feelings on paper can foresee acceptance of self and new beginnings. People are hurting, people are alone - but when we come together, as a unified body, that we see the best change - and it's up to us to create a better tomorrow. Because future generations need to see the world in its true beauty, and it's our duty to ensure that.

Sample 1

Poetry is a vehicle A vehicle for change A vehicle on a journey To a destination where poets and writers speak up To a world where words are needed Words of consolation Because the world is hurting Plummeting through a bottomless pit Where there is only one route out Love

Sample 2

Days come and go, they’re only a number It’s up to us to choose to be smarter or dumber, To do our part today, to make a better tomorrow, Because the path we’re taking ain’t the one to follow, We’re disillusioned and we’re lost, We’ve lost the guide, the paths have crossed, And the light is blurry at the end of the tunnel, Yet we continue to turn to darkness and pummel, Find someone new to lay the blame, Picking a new name, but it’s all our greatest shame, For we’ve lost the one fundamental thing we need most, LOVE, that feeling you search for, which others boast, But it’s rooted in truth and it’s pure, It’s to any problem a cure, Every human thrives on togetherness in actuality Isolation is a punishment but to some an everyday reality With love, everything else fades, Time is irrelevant, lose the concept of grades, Life’s an open book, you write the story, Now the question becomes do we want to be happy or sorry?

Sample 3

I stand here waiting, Waiting for the moonlight to take me away, Waiting in a world I’m creating, Where blues plays on the piano and the sky is grey, Late nights dreaming, Staring at the imaginary stars above me, Dreaming of that smile gleaming, As the image fades to black slowly, I always seem to miss the shadow I chase, I’m either too early or late, I’m stuck without an exit in this infinite maze, Too blinded by fantasy to accept my fate, I’m stuck with my head in the clouds, Too many signs misleading me from the truth, Filling my head with doubts, Listening to the words of Charlie Puth, “It’s been a long day without you”, I wish I could call you “my friend”, I standing here waiting for a train too, I wish I could “tell you all about it when I see you again”

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