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   PrWhy must I carry the heavy burden of knowing how financially draining I am? Why do I have to be told how much money I’m wasting while still freaking out over exams? I know I’m a burden, that I understand,
Bills, bills, BILLS... ...constantly, incoming.   Money, money, MONEY... ...constantly, outgoing.   Savings, virtually NONE...; As soon as 'any' money comes in...;
When I was younger, the word was foreign I knew of toys and candyland, monopoly and littlest pet shops  As I grew older, the word became a faint whisper  because at that time, my oldest sister was going to college.
Limbs numb, Hearing lost, Tears dried, Anger Concentrated, Frustration built-up, Spirit broken.  
Dear People With Money, Attending college is tough when the world ain't as sunny.   I've learned people like you make my debt appear. And it's also you who brought me great fear.  
Bits, Bits. It's digital reaching everybody. Use money without middlemen. My bits!
Thy desolate land cannot contain, the phenomenon of which is so mundane; And yet from each eternal ray of light, thou continues to amaze with everything right.   A glimmer, a response, none without; the true light within.
In hard times as these Life has a strong cost. To be begging on your knees, And all hope to be tossed.   I too, was the child who longed see a meal. I saw lavish spending from a friend.
In hard times as these Life has a strong cost. To be begging on your knees, And all hope to be tossed.   I too, was the child who longed see a meal. I saw lavish spending from a friend.
In hard times as these Life has a strong cost. To be begging on your knees, And all hope to be tossed.   I too, was the child who longed see a meal. I saw lavish spending from a friend.
In hard times as these Life has a strong cost. To be begging on your knees, And all hope to be tossed.   I too, was the child who longed see a meal. I saw lavish spending from a friend.
In hard times as these Life has a strong cost. To be begging on your knees, And all hope to be tossed.   I too, was the child who longed see a meal. I saw lavish spending from a friend.
I am the hunter, she is the bird. I reach and reach but cannot hold. Opporunity is her name. She flaps her wings and flies away. I hit my head, again and again. On the cold hard ground in pure frustration.
You walk in to talk about these economically issues, but instead you ask if your shirt matches your shoes. You blame me for not learning your subject, but you veer off on tangents, which I don't elect.
Safe is a word that bounces in my chest, it holds my breath in after thoughts like "future" Take it away, can you arrange my life so I don't cry at night?
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