An Unhappy Smile

Why do happy thoughts fly away?
Like birds on a branch of joyful decay.
Must one heart stop to start another?
This face with eyes shall convey,
A dismal grasp of life and enclosure.
And if I was dead,
Could I keep this composure— To fall,
To face destruction.
Standing. Standing for what is wrong.
We, the units of production,
Stripped of quality, and this cycle flows along.
Life is too short for what the people have drawn,
Till death and birth are both withdrawn,
Ill let go of love.
Dots in space demand and thoughts thereof,
Applaud for a loss, released into the rapture.
Like these dirty hands, that cannot capture.

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Tags:

• poem
• depression
• sad

[egrockstar93]

oh snap!

[Jsm000007]

dude, i wish i had a good video camer. I just shot some raw footage for an english project in Ojeda's on my reagular camera, and the quality is dismal....

[mcgriz]

Nice poem!

[frappuccinogyrl]

wow nice poem.

[DREakaPACMAN]

coo man like it

[skatergrl03]

nice shots! that was instense