Join Us in Despair

You know when you were a kid and your diary was full of angst and woe-is-me-ness? That is what this blog is for. Lost your job, dog is sick, someone stole your parking spot, crashed your car, just generally glum? This is the place to put all that lovely grey and those long drawn out sighs.

Lists of sad songs. Depressing movie reviews. Top ten reason to stay in bed. All things not happy. Bring them here.

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Thursday, February 19, 2009

Unwanted.


I go by Carrie, but you can call me Shadows if you like. Without further ado...a poem for your enjoyment:

Unwanted

A brief span of mockery
thus defined their outlaw ways
tempted by love and lust, drained
through the hole at the bottom of their fading hearts
They held hands together every moment; clasping
fingers sensitive to learn
that the body is hopeful,
but the struggles of the soul
are intended to be lost.

3 comments:

Cat said...

Wow. Just Wow.

Grégoire said...

ha! I found yet another one of your haunts!

This was really cool. (drained through the hole at the bottom of their fading hearts...)

Shadows said...

He's stalking me I swear. >_>
Teehee.