poems

PLACING THE BLAME.....

one minute
that's all I need
for this to stop
and I think I'll be alright
but it's not going to happen
not tomorrow
not tonight

it's been playing in my head
all day
all the things
that i never got to say

what a mess i've made
now
who to blame
never opened up
never let them in
pushed you away

and now i look to blame...
anyone else...
but myself...






Delusions are all I have left
Mere memories of my love
Empty handed I’m alone
No blessing from above
Simple minds bonded
Complex plans plotted
Our thoughts are as one
It was always so much fun
Forget my name and my face
Let me walk away from you
With nothing left inside
I pay my final dues
Stupid ideas created
By my mind retarded
They all seem so good
Until I change my mood
Sitting by a willow tree
Staring at my hollow tomb
Blankly watching as you pass
Re-thinking myself drawn doom
Slouching as I walk away
Entering my final time
Nothing will escape my lips
Not a whimper or a whine
Finally I can end this
It’s only you I’ll miss
But I’ve caused you pain
No longer will I go insane
Emptying my mind of thoughts
With the trigger of a gun
A tiny snap of my finger
And this deed will be done


the room is full of bodies
and the floor is drenched
with dark red
blood
the empty bullet shells
lie dead on the floor
with the smell of gunpowder
still present in the air
the calm sets in
the surviviors stir in the night
trying to beat the disease
the remaning soldiers retreat to the barracks
to try and get some sleep
before throwing in the towel




Suffer.
I hope you suffer
and agonize in pain.
I want you to feel the hurt,
so you won't ever do it again.

You're not even a man-
you're just barely male.
You deserve far worse,
than residing in jail.

Jail for you,
is the only safe place;
If you weren't locked up,
I'd rip off your face.

Your horrible face-
It brings me nightmares!
They're so realistic,
they make me so scared.

I hate you
and i hope you die
ten thousand deaths
for each tear I've cried.

Life as an emo is hard indeed. I get what I want, but I still want to make myself bleed. I'm always so depressed, and everyone looks exactly like me. I slit my wrists and brag about it, I need the extra pity. I have no reason to be sad, but I can still pretend. The way I dress as made me into this pathetic loser. I get my emo hair cut, and I feel that I have problems. I feel like I am individual, even though there are thousands like me. They're not real though, but I am. Let me play my wrists like this cursed violin. Pain doesn't hurt when it's all you've ever felt. I used to be happy, but since I became emo, I need to fit this self-pitying mold. This act is really old, but I'll still put on my facade and make it look cool. I lost my black eyeliner, oh woe is me. I need to take a razor and watch myself bleed.

[vinnym86]

that was beautiful ... i gotta show you my mixtape and blog diary... we're so alike...

[driftinggrifter2]

Originally Posted by karmacae

Life as an emo is hard indeed. I get what I want, but I still want to make myself bleed. I'm always so depressed, and everyone looks exactly like me. I slit my wrists and brag about it, I need the extra pity. I have no reason to be sad, but I can still pretend. The way I dress as made me into this pathetic loser. I get my emo hair cut, and I feel that I have problems. I feel like I am individual, even though there are thousands like me. They're not real though, but I am. Let me play my wrists like this cursed violin. Pain doesn't hurt when it's all you've ever felt. I used to be happy, but since I became emo, I need to fit this self-pitying mold. This act is really old, but I'll still put on my facade and make it look cool. I lost my black eyeliner, oh woe is me. I need to take a razor and watch myself bleed.

You must be emo to how else could you know how we feel so detailed... (oh shit I almost smiled better not do that)
Seriously though that was priceless