"Thanks for the Memories"

This poem is inspired by the Twenty One Pilots album "Vessel"
The title is "Thanks for the Memories" by Fallout Boy

"I'm never what I like,
I'm double sided."

I was staring out my car window,
watching the dark raven sky pass.
The trees were blacker than the sky,
soaring around our small car.
My eyes fixated on a point far beyond me,
lost in the lyrics that reminded me of you.

Everyone tells me to dissociate myself away from you.
To move past the pain and the abuse
and go to live in a house of gold.
I pretend I'm above it all;
acting unphazed and uninterested
almost as if it didn't matter.

But when the trees turn black
and the sky is painted with the juice of blackberries
I listen to the migraine in my head,
and think of you.
I think of the two of us screaming and dancing,
laughing,
huddled on the ground crying.

I remember your hand in mine,
singing a prayed to me while I slept.

I remember back to a time when it wasn't all bad.
The happier moments hiding behind my manic depressive memories.
It's two o'clock in the morning in more than one place.
But in this moment I remember;
the millions of two in the mornings,
the billions of smiles, tears, and laughs.

We are finished,
but when the sky is dark
and I watch the blackened woods pass by my car,
I think about your face
the cheeky little right sided wink
as you sang to me.

I thank you for the good moments;
the nights where we sat and listened to vinyl records,
letting the music swell throughout the room.
And I thank you for the bad.
Because of the bad I've learned to be stronger,
to be more in tune with my emotions and learning to do more
for myself.
You taught me to give and the craving to take.

We are finished
"But I know we've made it this far, kid."

Internet Morality

Monsters can be good,
angels can be bad.

Recently I've been thinking about that which is around me.
The air I breathe has been weighed by something,
that I can not yet understand.

Smog created by a grey area of mortality have plagued my mind.

I have met demons who are good,
and angels who are bad.

I have witnessed monsters that are kindhearted,
and "just" humans who have terrorized the innocent.

I view a world that is plagued by hate, but preach love;
and people who preach a different kind of love,
are ridiculed by hate.

We live in a world where the idea of,
"you decide what's right, you decide what's good"
is gifted to people who advocate their morality
for a vote,
but those who truly and openly speak are targeted
regardless of if what they speak is acceptable.

This is a society that clings to weapons of mass destruction,
rather than take a look at the real nuclear missiles.
Our words are the most powerful thing we possess.

Using leaps and bounds in technology and science,
we create new outlets for words
but still haven't grasped the full gravity of them.
An apology can be meant useless by the words that follow "I'm sorry"

We mistreat the living
but strive to honor the dead.

I've come to question the morality of those around me,
the people I've believed were just
are now as bigoted and close minded as the people they hate.
Wishing death upon someone for politics has become a new norm
that I can no longer accept.

Monsters are living among us, but it is not those we first see and think of.
It is the monsters who live within the words on the screen,
and the anonymous comments we leave.

Morality is preached by those with very little,
their judgement is clouded by their opinions.
Belief trumps logic,
and understanding is undermined by experience.

Hard Knocks

Your age doesn't ever matter.
Your knowledge and intelligence doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter what you experience,
or the way your eyes view your world;
compared to he who stands above you

We. Are. Ignorant.

We are of the generation that sees the hypocrisy around us,
we trust a 15 minute voice on the internet,
rather than the corporate heads that tell us
what is important.

Because of people like you.
The people who undermine our views because we are young;
yes we are young,
but the young understand more than those who have been around longer.

It is not us who are ignorant or live to undermine you,
it is you who cannot see beyond your nose.
There is hate when there should be understanding.
Politics rule your compassion,
and when you should be open to new ideas and new concepts
you want to focus on the political views of he who spoke them.

We cannot change our world by focusing on a two party system,
We cannot change our problems if we focus on hate.

Opinions should not dictate views,
just like politics should not dictate our morality.