"UNTITLED"
Co written by Trace Carstensen
I have seen the darkest minds of my generation
slipping through the cracks of society
like a troubled pebble looking for a sewer
lack of control so slick like ice
covering a world of people
where no one knows they're dying.
We need help...
My generation
People looking at eachother through mirrors
only to be burned by the reflections of themselves.
at last a final realization
man was made to destroy himself.
Destroy himself and all he used to be.
Filling the emptyness that controls the heart.
fills the soul and angers the muscles
that destroy the inner body
While taking control of the situation
Feeling as if they finally have an ending
a realization to end the commotion
that has ruined their reflection.
A generation that spends their time searching
searching for a piece of life that doesn't exist.
Trying to know themselves with commotion overriding
who they are and what they wish to be.
Corruption hits.
Pain gasps.
Heart suffocates.
And true life ends.
We die when we are first born.
As soon as society hits our souls
we are no longer the innocent.
We are guilty of plagerism
pretending to be who we are not.
Brainwashing...
Horrifying...
Pretending...
Losing this generation...
I am losing myself within myself.
Becoming what I wish not to be.
My secrets drained from my soul
opening up to this horrid society.
Life is drained out of me
I am no longer the center.
The center of my own life
that is now overruled my battles
and wars that I am losing.
I am losing wars with myself
and the battles are overtaken.
The act of simple betrayel
opening up myself to myself
allowing emotions to breathe
I betray my own disguise.
I hurt my self alone, hurting my generation.
Degrading...
Disguise...
Disrespect...
Dishoner...
and its all upon my slim shoulders.
Taking on my generation
Look down upon by the world
Horrified by what I have allowed
be shown of my sinful self.
I am not as perfect as I am in your eyes.
These eyes that have burned my reflection
in the mirror.
The dishoner they bring to my family name
To my own personal self.
My eyes that don't smile with energy
but are rather the painful truth of my degrading image.
Eyes...
Simply the eyes...
Looking into the dark eyes
that have controlled myself
and inturn the society
are now begging to be set free
from the hostile misery.
Guidance controls who we are.
Not for who we want to be.
My skin is used to cover my soul
and my chest protects my heart.
Everything covers everything
nothing is allowed to be free.
I shut myself out from the world
hiding what little part is left.
I AM my generation
This pain and anger
belongs inside of me.
Not that I want it...
It belongs.
Pain belongs...
Despair belongs...
all with in the generation.
I need to live my life
outside of the shade.
Get into the sunshine
and enjoy....
Understand love...
Simply kiss the night...
Have courage....
Faith shelters...
Dare to dream...
Believe...
Act and believe what you see
the world that comes down piece by piece
Understand the relationships that come your way.
This is life, you learn as you go.
Each time I hit a calamity
I must not give up
I must prove to myself
how to work though the dance of life.
I was hiding my true vision
I was losing myself in my words.
and blocking my heart
that viewed what I didn't want to see.
Puting a guard infront of my eyes
was better then going to war.
Blocking a battle between me and myself
I was really winning all along...
I have lost the battle...
But I won the war.
I beat my generation
and stood with grace for my soul.
Burdans are piled upon my shoulders.
I am stripped naked with an imagination
that has carried me through and left me alone.
I am now alone with myself.
I have secrets that I hide from the rest of the world.
Memories that I have blocked from other views.
What I go through in life is a personal battle
My life is a war that I need to fight alone.
Tears I shed are for my own relief
Not societys personal entertainment.
My life should not be focused on
To please others that I surround.
Understanding eachother
Teaching others how I live my life
I teach myself...
insignificance drowns my heart.
I raise myself...
pain overflows my body.
I am learning as I run
through the road of life.
I am learning to slow down
to enjoy the air I breathe.
Blocking my pain
Ignoring the breath
that symbolized defeat
brushing away my burdans
That pointed away from here
and entered the home that left the life.
Filtering my tears
and using them to grow
Focusing my attention on life
rather then on ending my sorrow.
Life is meant to be won
I don't want to be defeated
by those who wish me to leave
They only need to move on themselves.
I don't want to be absent from the pleasures
that have carried me through this far.
I have been created to explore
the temporary universe that burdans my mind.
My wound has been re opened
and my flesh is visible.
The blood drains from my scars
as the sorrow pumps its invisible tears.
I hear the music in your eyes
That sing of such a beautiful toon
All my problems escape into the air
you lift the burdans off my shoulders
as I release my emotions into your arms.
The key to life is learning
The secret to life is accepting
the reason is live is life...
Live
Story about "Untitled"
I never could title this piece, because I never found the PERFECT title. But, this poem is expressing a young girls battle to fit in with society, although she doesn't want to be like her generation, she feels a need to fit in. Through the poem the young girls grows within herself and gains the confidence to loose the battles- to win the wars- giving up a little something for a bigger and more meaningful ending. This poem captures all the emotions- anger, sadness, happy and anxious. In the end she truely learns who she is and where she is going...and she never looses site of herself in the process. I am performing this beautiful piece at the state competition in Marshalltown, Iowa on March 16th 2001
