These kids today require far too much attention
They want to think all on their own
These stranger shapes will call for radical dimensions
It seems that something should be done
What will they do if we allow them to continue
What kind of chaos will they cause
We’ve got these molds that they just are not fitting into
They ought to look a bit like us
These kids today create a tedious disruption
So many wrinkles we must iron
We’ve not approved the parts they use in their construction
We have some diagrams to burn
What will we do if they continue alterations
How will the future world survive
We have the clues and all the blueprints for perfection
We just can’t seem to stay alive…
vampireweather 
every new generation decries the waste and non conformity of the previous one… and vice-versa, our blue prints always seem faulty somehow, but as we stagger on, we can only hope… You get the message across VW, very well indeed… xPenx
I hope I am always able to see the advantages of each coming generation. Thanks!
I loved this!
Glad to hear that! Thank you!
The girl with the black and blue hat
I saw her from my cage
I saw her from behind the bars
Her smile melted my rage
She understood my scars
I tried to speak but when they saw
They taped my mouth closed
They took her when she began to to move get jaw
Unknowingly exposed
I wanted to loosen my chains
I wanted to see her again
I remembered her from another life, one with far less pains
Seeing her go a second time made the tears drip from my chin
They threw the beauty in a cell
They chained the angel down
I felt terrible that it was my fault they put her in this hell
I wished that I could drown
Across from my cell they moved her today
And now I can see love in her eyes
A deeper connection showed on her face
She was melting my heart of ice
They came to my cell to say they were moving me
They left me standing close to her
She grabbed my arm, and I felt free
I grabbed hers back, it was the most love I’d felt since my life became a blur
But they noticed and they pulled at our arms
But holding on tight wasn’t enough
And more of them came as I heard sounds of alarms
They threatened her life and I had to let go as they treated me rough
As they pulled us apart
I felt my heart rip in two
Feeling angry, I know I’ll never be the same
My blood pumped cold, as my lips turned blue
They set her deservingly free
And locked me away again
I may be blind, but in my heart I can see
That we will always have an unbreakable connection
*her jaw
*And holding on tight wasn’t enough
Haha I didn’t even notice the misspelling. I just read it like I knew it should be š
Wow so deeply affectionate and lovely. So tormented and so devoted. Thank you for sharing this beautiful work. ā¤
Thank you for reading it. I also thought, Lydia might like to read it.
Wow! So amazingly put and sincere. Thank you for sharing this it is so special!
Thank you. :$
I am still humbled that either of you would read my poetry at all.
By the way, this was based on real life events, and inspired by someone very special to me. š
It was too heartfelt to be fiction š
Beautiful!
Quite true, sometimes we have to change the method to convey the message š
Ah yes, I have expressed that sentiment so many times. A very good observation! š thanks!
Makes you really think. thanks for posting! š
Thank you!
the generations move on and they see their own way as we try to drum ours into them but life changes every second as we slowly slip into old age xxjen
We all seem biased to our generation. Hopefully we will learn to embrace the differences between each š thanks!
I love your style, Vampire Weather.
Well thank you very much, muse! What is it that you like about it?
Probably mostly that it’s yours. I have never really been good at understanding poetry, but the first time I read yours it opened my eyes and my heart. It’s beautiful. I can relate well.. I can see me in your poetry. i love it. There are days that it keeps me going. Keeps me alive. It gives me hope, or maybe somewhat of a metaphorical shoulder to cry on.
Awwww thank you. Sometimes I don’t understand my own poetry. Some days I reread this blog and I hate what I write lol. Some days I think “what was I thinking writing a poem like that?” I really don’t know much at all about poetry in a technical sense, it is just my expression, so I am very thankful it can translate to you and you enjoy it š
I’m sure anyone that reads mine wants to be sick because it usually is terrible in a poetic sense. But I usually can at least convey to you how I feel about whatever it is making me write.
Sick??!!!! I love your poetry š
You both do wonderful! Thank you both for sharing and touching my life. š
Thank you for reading.. I am always so excited to see what either of you has to say.
I love yours more!
I’m very thankful you post your poetry on my blog. I feel very honored
Will you each post another tonight? ā¤
Please, of course.
More???? lol š I posted twice as many today as yesterday š I will see what I can do. I have enough to post I just don’t want to spend them all at once in case I have a day with no inspiration š
But I am sure that you have plenty of extra. š I am starving for them…
Having extra isn’t really an issue…it’s convincing myself I like them well enough to post them lol š
I rarely post a poem the same day I write it. I generally have to stare at it for a while and talk myself into posting it. Usually it takes me 24 hours or so to decide to post something. It gives me time to spell-check it, revise it, and make it “finished”. I have quite a few partials or finished but unsatisfactory poems. I would say I post, on average, 1 in 4 or 5 poems I write. There are some good reasons I don’t post the others š
Well something tells me that I would love one that is raw.. something that tells me what you’re thinking right now. At this moment. š
I’m sorry, I haven’t written anything since this morning, and it isn’t finished yet, but I will look for something else to post up!
As I sit and watch the snow
I wonder is it even possible to know
Is it right or is it wrong
Why do we suffer this long?
Love is perfect but humans err
And as I have learned life is not fair
But as I seek patienceĀ
I long for a perfect peace
Am I lost? Am I confused?
Idk I think I am insane
But I want love a perfect pure love
Coming from meĀ
OverabundantlyĀ
Very lovely, Lydia. It’s so nice to have such beautiful words on my blog. I’m so glad you two have taken the time to post!
Really?!?! š THANK YOU. š you’re the best.
What about you, Lydia?
Wow, Lydia, that was beautiful. Thank you so much. Insightful and so heartfelt. I will be rereading that one of course. I love it. Thank you. ā¤
Here is one I could never decide if I should post or not:
Nomad cotton candy clouds
In the waning light of afternoon
Migrate over distant lands
I can almost touch them with my hands
Picket fence on a southern stretch
Background peaks painted baby blue
Hold their place as they always do
Underneath a cloak of the coming dew
And my thoughts get lost
Like the clouds I watch
We should all have love
We should all have fall
As the day is long
And the sky is tall
We should all have love
We should all have fall
š life is so confusing these days I don’t always even know what I think. Lol
Wow, thank you, VW. You definitely made the right decision by posting it.
I understand that, Lydia. Life can be terribly silly. There are some days that I feel as if I’m close to answers, but something sets me back or moves the answers further from me. I hate to admit, but I’ve had a terrible temper lately when that happens. It’s probably just about the only thing that can throw me into a fit of rage. Being angry is something I haven’t really dealt with in a long while, but the last several months it has been dreadful.
I agree. I have managed to control it a little better lately but yes, anger and frustration are close friends with each other
Firstly I have been away so I am sorry for not replying before. I love the poem, it is just what our parents thought of us, and their parents thought of them. It will be exactly what they will think of their children too. Life is always circular nothing is new. As for the poem about Nomad Cotton clouds, I do think it is absolutely beautiful as I all your poems Thank you for writing and sharing . xx
I’m glad to have you back š
Yes, each generation seems to resent how it is criticized by the one before, but we seem to return the favor to our children. It is an art to know and embrace your own generation, and appreciate the one to come as well. We are changing the world, one generation at a time. None of us have all the answers, but together we have more answers than any one generation could have alone š