11/03/2008

Poverty

A smile measured in three bites of a chocolate chip cookie

Love counted in the music

Life assessed by the things we lose

 

A chance meeting without being able to look at one another

Romance blooming like a flower in the dark

Wills tested, tried and triumphant

 

A relationship measured by miscarriage and hate

Friendship broken

Choice made harder

 

It was too grown up for him

This chance to be a man

Forgotten

 

A marriage measured in placebo pills

Counted by a widget

Assessed by the things you don't know you'll face

 

This is who you are

A shattered, broken people

Unable to heal

 

You can't move forward

Hindrance is your best friend

Stuck in the past present

 

Still thinking of her

Cannot escape her visage

This phantasm of your misspent years

 

You should have made better friends with honesty

Cast away shadow

Lived close to light

 

Yet this is still your darkest hour

Lost the light

Retained the dark

 

Embraced nothing

Stood for nothing

Are nothing

 

And so you shall be remembered

The shell of who you should be

Living in abject, miserable poverty

 

 

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What's with this EMO stuff?

Posted by: Matt | 11/03/2008

Huh?

Posted by: autopia500 | 11/09/2008

*holds hand on top of head to form a question mark*

Posted by: arnieland | 11/18/2008

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