The Life of An Angsty Twenty-Something

I am so tired of seeing the same person in the mirror every day
Roof over my head? Check.
Water and food? Check.
Family? Check.
Healthy? Check.
Stable boyfriend? Check.
Check. Check. Check.
Why does it not seem like enough...
It is because I am an angsty twenty-something
See, we were raised during an interesting time when flip phones were a luxury in the eighth grade
And MSN Messenger was the way to communicate
Now, do people even communicate?
There was a time when jobs were a tad easier to find
Now we sit in a lukewarm pool of our depression and sulk over the youth unemployment rate
We believe in nothing, no god to save us, no future for the earth's creatures and plants
We just wait for the sun to devour our planet and for the oceans to flood all the major cities like it does in the movies, a modern day tale of Noah
We are pessimists, us twenty-somethings
What do we believe in?
We don't believe in love
Love is oppression! Love does not comply with our overly liberal outlook that says: with our bodies, we do as we please
We live in an era where we can smoke, drink, and party (this includes the fairer sex)
Love is a sign of weakness: it means we are not fully free, because our bodies are confined to the touch of a single person, and in this fleshy jail we can't "do as we please"
THUS
We do not believe in love.
We don't believe in god, or the future, or in love
This is the apocalypse! We are roaming without purpose, like bodies raised from the dead
Unable to come to terms with the zombie in the mirror

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We Pretend

We pretend that we'll live forever That tomorrow will bring something better We pretend we're not made of stars As we roam the streets and bars We pretend we'll never die That our kids won't ever cry Over the loss that is our end Every student, teacher, friend Everyone we've ever known Has a constellation they call home When the moon comes out at night I look to them to see the light To all those who did pretend That their story would never end But on some nights, breezy and clear I see the stars and they feel near I can grasp one and hold it in my hand As it takes me to another land We pretend this earth is all there is to see Yet the stars and crickets have spoken to me We pretend we'll never die Because we truly won't To someone's eye

Lost in Rio

Jesus looks over The lost souls and bones below In the jungle sun To witness such beauty And such devastation God painted with one brushstroke Merry men sing Holes in their shoes The dark night lit up By police sirens And the crescent moon Bats flail around Like me, lost in the jungle Eyes glaring all around I hope they're monkeys Or jaguars I hope I can keep a piece of This country with me Safe in my pocket It smells like tropical rain And feels like The clam shells Washed up on the shore It tastes like fried bananas And heavily salted steak Sounds like seabirds cawing Samba on the streets And looks like a page From a storybook About parrots and palm trees Of finding a golden treasure A magnificent, uneasy place When she sun goes down So do we Leaving the night To the creepy crawlers And innocent stray cats

Miles Away

I refuse to sell my heart, not for twenty-five cents The auction is closed, ladies and gents I’ve already sold my eyes, when they caught sight of the streets So now everyone can see the beauty of my Italian retreat I sold my tongue for gelato, feeling so young Letting the wild berries dance around on my tongue I sold my feet when I traveled to see our Holy Mother in gold Like a saint on a mission, I’ll walk until I get old I sold my ears when I heard beautiful Aida open her lips Echoing through the theatre in which the ancients used to sit But I won’t sell my heart, it is still free For my heart belongs to God and not really to me My heart aches for home, too many miles away Yet for now I am here and I will live for today Yes, I sold my eyes to Italy; it’s all I can see How I wish you were here seeing these treasures with me I’ll try to buy back my sight, taste, and ears too So that I’ll be able to share these memories with you

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