Hey, remember this guy? Turns out he’s been working on some pretty great poetry in his spare time… You can see for yourself right here, exclusively from the mind & pen of Omeed Boghraty:

My generation. Twisted, toiled. A collective of dreamers, sleepers, activists, non-winners, no-getters. Glued to the screen. Hyper, dissatisfied. My generation. Constant, evolving. Sitters. No direction thinkers. My generation. At home, homeless. A crass collection of every drug that was ever had. The strong stench of smug. Hope, hopeless. My generation. Rolled sleeves. Fashionable. Late. Clueless. Excuses, useless. Lack of manners. Bag of hammers. Running amuck. Debating. Flailing. Cocaine. Blogging. Alcohol. Shopping. Facebook. Stalking. Pirates on a sinking ship. No commander. Sending their own to the plank. My generation. Three dogs. No kids. Swimming in loans. Heirs to pathetic thrones. Parent’s debt. My generation. Vote or die. Don’t and live. Living loud. Hug it out. My generation. Whitman’s nightmare. Bukowski’s spit. Slime. Grime. Beggars. Without calculation. Talking. Talking. Talking. Comment. Post. Like. Add. Defriend. Block. Join. Subscribe. Unsubscribe. Anything but actually doing something. Something. Anything. My generation. Mentally obese. Plastic surgery. Everything made simple. Microwaves. DVR. No moral compass. Pompous. Dead poets. No society. My generation. Jersey Shores. Distraught. Disillusioned. Apathy. Nothing clear. Nothing dear. Easily amused. Xbox. Wii. Playstation 3. Reality TV. Movies in 3D. My generation. So dumb it’s funny. So bad it’s good. Racists. Hedonists. Pseudo-hippies. Trying to create their story. Conscious of life’s timeline. Missing deadlines. Hipstamatic. Asking about salary. Jobless. Majoring in social science. Liberal arts. Complaining. My generation. No smiles. Fake laughs. Shake hands. My generation. Study abroad. Return. Forever cultured. Applause. My generation. Fatally flawed. Cause without effect. Hours and hours to reflect. Staring at ceilings. Jumping from buildings. Never believing. In themselves. My generation. Definition of failures. Spoiled. Faux artists. My generation. The worst there ever was. The best never to come. My generation. Bow out gracefully. Beaten down graciously. My generation. Be real. What generation?

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Easy To Leave.

Cold stoics
Rise like dead poets
Who are lost at sea
Who are hard to please

Broken bells
Ring like ocean swells
Who pause to crash
Who despise their craft

Orange pills
Melt like exhausted thrills
Who came just to please
Who came just to leave

Closed doors
Isolate old deserted stores
Who wait for guests
Who hedge their bets

Rootless trees
Sting like angry bees
Who strike without cause
Who live without laws

Fractured tracks
Break like shattered backs
Who tear themselves apart
Who end before they start.

Cold poets
Die like chained stoics
Who are found at ease
Who are just too easy to please.

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Hardly.

Hardly ever comes a time
I battle within civility
Words tend to explode from my mouth
Tend to get the best of me
The rest of me
Is a test of me
I feel like im in custody
Waiting for a sulky judge
To sentence my instability
The will in me
Is clear and free
Enough to raise every hair
Of the people standing next to me
Stand next to me
Believe in me
Raise your glass
Oh everything is infamy
When nothing, no nothing, is blasphemy
You’re teasing me
Oh how you’re teasing me
With ideas of geography
Where the land breaks in half
Connecting the absent ability
To sleep with me
To sing with me
Higher than the highest trees
Sharper than the sharpest sting
Softer than the softest seas
Lovelier than the love you bring.