ITT: Write some EMO poems

[KNYTE]

Inspired by the orange emo gif that WAW posted in another thread. Write an emo poem about how much everything sucks. Format can be anything, rhyming is not necessary, Linkin Park references are encouraged, funny is a requirement.

I wander about, how hopeless life is.
I would play Devil May Cry on Xbox, if it weren't so hopeless.
Linkin Park guys are sexy, I long to be gay and proud, but that is hopeless.
I can't brush my teeth, for it is hopeless.
My girlfriend left me for a guy with a Mustang, I could buy a Mustang, but why?
So I die.

[elpmis]

Sometimes it's okay for a man to cry in public, at the Dairy Queen over a Heath Bar blizzard, the tears let loose and they stream down my face and into my ice cream and melted what was there in front of me, the ice cream that the girl behind the counter turned upside down before handing it to me -- before I handed her the cash, and that bitch had the nerve to tell me to have a good day?

[elpmis]

Part of me hopes tomorrow has a good set of anti-lock brakes...slow-slow-slowing enough to ease me into her existence and hers into mine, tiptoeing slowly enough to peer through my eastern window as if only to survey the scene before proceeding to push her dominating weight around this room, these rooms, this building, this city, this county, this state, this region, this country, this continent, this hemisphere, this planet, this galaxy, the great beyond, We will acquaint ourselves, tomorrow and I, like dogs of the opposite sex meeting for the first time on a side street or path, sniffing apprehensively until we are comfortable with each others' existence, And we will smile our dog smiles, wag our dog tails to the rhythm of our masters' steps, pissing on every fire hydrant between here and eternity, knowing full well that yellow and red make orange, the color of Tang™.

[KNYTE]

Sometimes it's okay for a man to cry in public, at the Dairy Queen over a Heath Bar blizzard, the tears let loose and they stream down my face and into my ice cream and melted what was there in front of me, the ice cream that the girl behind the counter turned upside down before handing it to me -- before I handed her the cash, and that bitch had the nerve to tell me to have a good day?

BAHAHAHA :heart:

edit: I like how to TM'd Tang in the second one.

[elpmis]

there are times when i wish my pants were a little more polyester, my skin a little more pale, my girlfriend a little more hair-dyed and my band a little more desirable. but i'll never tell you that, kyle. never. don't you realize that the code of indieness rules your psyche like a Mac truck rules the Interstate -- like a frog rules the lilipads of life or like veronica rules my galaxy of loneliness? you should, man. you should. let's go get a burger.

[elpmis]

i may be attractive and skinny, educated and with-it. my hair comes over my ears, my sideburns are bushy, but not nappily so. i have a good personality, or so I've been told. But when I'm standing there, at the subway station at night, wearing my thrift store pants and extra tight t-shirt; waiting, alone, for the last train, i listen to the creeks of the tracks or the droplets of the leaky pipes overhead. and i notice the ache somewhere below my neck and above my stomach. i should be a heart breaker, i think. instead, i'm a heartbreakee.

[elpmis]

Hey kyle, i heard about your emo-ness and I'm figuring
that you're having girl problems and i wondered if you had
bought your conscience ... or your heart ... at the
thrift store. because one was giving your mouth faulty
signals -- it's happened to the best of us.

the reason is because i knew your aim was true, but
you were afraid of getting hurt, like the homeless
puppy who needs to sell extra kibble for a new collar
-- just to pretend he's like the rest of the
upper-middle-class dogs with private obedience school
educations.

the same thing happened to me last year when melody,
my indie rock ex-girlfriend, didn't seem the same. i
think she was listening to a lot of stereolab at the
time and she seemed so insular -- distant, like a get
up kids show in nebraska, when i'm in lonely
washington, d.c.

and i felt like her heart, her second-hand,
thrift-store heart had failed her. and it wasn't
telling her mouth what to say -- she wasn't telling
me the truth. she stopped hanging out with me. started
hanging out with ted, that guy in that band that's on
that label. she said they were just friends, but i
knew better when he wrote that song about melody,
called 'melody,' and performed it at the black cat in
front of all my friends and they were all like: "dude,
that song's totally about your indie rock girlfriend,
melody"

and i was like: "nah, man. it's called 'melody'
because a 'melody' is a musical term." (even though i
knew the lyrics: "melody comes to my house/ because
we're friends/ she does her laundry here/ because
we're friends/ she takes off her dirty clothes/ and
does her laundry/ and then she does me/ because we're
friends/ and then she says she has a boyfriend/ but i
don't know jack/ shit.")

but then i was in denial about the fact that i knew
she was being hurtful, like when your mom tells you to
turn down the smiths even though you tell her that she
doesn't understand. even though my heart was telling
me to be strong and pretend that i wasn't hurt, i was.
and my heart was telling my mouth to say: stay strong.
the message was faulty and so was my second-hand,
thrift-store heart. it's like that kubrick film.

i wrote a song about it:

don't get your heart
in a bunch
because i know
you didn't do that for me.

when i wipe the tears
off my plastic-framed glasses
then you know i'll be free

free from this heart
free from this heart
free from this thrift store
of the mind

don't do me once
and tell me you love me
that's what crushes are for.

ok.

[kiwi]

elpmis is writing a few too many poems that seem to flow naturally to him. Is this a sign?

[JPatrick]

Gettin my haiku on, mofos:

My ipod is broke
Linkin Park is no more now
The cuts go deeper

[elpmis]

elpmis is writing a few too many poems that seem to flow naturally to him. Is this a sign?
I'm money at writing emo

[JPatrick]

Blacker eye make up
Tears in my favorite jeans
Blood stains on my soul

[elpmis]

blood stains on my soul :lol:

[ChikkenNoodul]

Melons in her hair
Melons in her hair
She smelled like she had melons in her hair

Walking down the stairs
Afraid to share my cares
Melons in her hair
Makes me stop and stare

Orange people in the street
Radiance glowing in the heat
Oh I know that can't be me
Somewhere nowhere will I meet

Melons in her hair
Melons in her hair
I see her everywhere

Windows are kept shut
Curtains blocking out the dust
Of my heart streaming with the gust

On the lonely breeze of despair
I'm broken inside my lair
Melons in her hair

[elpmis]

emo
did you note my reference to the smiths?

[JPatrick]

Touch myself again
Mom comes home way too early
My door is unlocked

[elpmis]

Touching myself again
Mom comes home way too early
My door is unlocked
change touching to touch [ADMIN EDIT]

[ChikkenNoodul]

did you note my reference to the smiths?
:lol:

Hadn't gotten that far yet

YOU'RE THE BEES KNEES
BUT SO AM IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

[ChikkenNoodul]

Pinking shears colored read
She should've given me head
Not that fucker Fred

Hope she likes the necklace
I made from his severed penis

[reverendsaintjay]

From an open vein
My Feelings for you flow
Starbucks Coffee Girl

[JPatrick]

change touching to touch [ADMIN EDIT]


arg

[KNYTE]

myspace is down, I cannot update
I cannot update, myspace is down
How will I promote my message of hate to the world, if myspace is down
Curse myspace for being down
I wish Hitler were here, he would understand me, and be my companion
Together we would conquer the world, because myspace is down
myspace is down, I cannot update

[JPatrick]

Teacher is a bitch
Parents ignore me too much
Die Die Die Die Die

[elpmis]

I dyed my hair black
Soon I will cut my arm up
I have to go now

[Pandora]

Dark
in the dark
alone
I weep

[w_a_w]

she didn't call me back
my soul is flooded with blood
the blood of my tears

:fly:

[Pandora]

I'm an orange
she's an apple
we cannot be
I die alone

[w_a_w]

weep and cut for days
lack of blood leads to malaise
why did my fish die?

edit:whoops, screwed up the last verse...oh well

[w_a_w]

I'm an orange
she's an apple
we cannot be
I die alone


those aren't haikus there little lady :mad:

:)

[Sp`ange]

cutting.
stabbing.
the pain makes it hurt less.
quit making fun of me.
the makeup hides my scorn


haiku time.

I loath myself now
beating my head on the wall
dreaming more, crying

[ChikkenNoodul]

I'm a suburban kid living in a nice house
With two great parents who provide for me
My school is one of the best
With teachers that care
My friends are all responsible
And very supportive
It's time to cut my throat with a shiv

[KNYTE]

Running through the woods, it is raining, the rain is my tears.
Windows sucks, it's insecure, I do not use it.
I use Loonix, I must keep my poems and mp3s safe, and Windows is insecure.
I drive a Ford Escort, my exhaust is loud, and my car is fast.
I smoke Corvettes in my Escort, true story.
Someday I will write a computer virus and shut down the world.
They will share my despair.
Death to Smoochy.

[Sp`ange]

Running through the woods, it is raining, the rain is my tears.
Windows sucks, it's insecure, I do not use it.
I use Loonix, I must keep my poems and mp3s safe, and Windows is insecure.
I drive a Ford Escort, my exhaust is loud, and my car is fast.
I smoke Corvettes in my Escort, true story.
Someday I will write a computer virus and shut down the world.
They will share my despair.
Death to Smoochy.


ummm.. aren't you supposed to write an emo poem and not a personal essay?

[KNYTE]

ummm.. aren't you supposed to write an emo poem and not a personal essay?

You leave my Escort out of this you bastard!

[JPatrick]

My poo tore my ass
I held it in for two weeks
Never poo again

[JPatrick]

Poo on the celing
Poo on all the walls within
Outside on door knob

[elpmis]

I'm a suburban kid living in a nice house
With two great parents who provide for me
My school is one of the best
With teachers that care
My friends are all responsible
And very supportive
It's time to cut my throat with a shiv
u win the prize!

[Bubbles]

I'm so emo I can't even write about it.
If I try to express, I might cry about it.
And though I'm still down,
I went into town,
And bought a garden hose so I may lie about it.

[elpmis]

Fuck you [ADMIN EDIT]
I'm gonna bash your fucking head in like Vogel in Mordum
Where's my fucking hammer at?
Wake the fuck up you junkie
Smash smash smash
Do you know how hard clothing is to cut through?

[Sarcasmo]

My pulsing veins cry out in anger
Do you not see me?
Can you not feel me?
My halo is tarnished and rusty
From the tears of my forsaken trust
I am a pen with a nib dipped not in ink
But in life's blood

*spotlight - crying solo; drummer pees on me*

[Onnotangu]

FOR YOOUUUUUUUUUU
*cuts wrists*

[elpmis]

FOR YOOUUUUUUUUUU
*cuts wrists*
hahaha, straight and to the point

I like it!

[Sp`ange]

hahaha, straight and to the point

I like it!

*cuts wrists*

the act itself is poetry.

/thread

[Bubbles]

You want emo? I'll give it to you in 5 words:

I AM ON MY PERIOD

[elpmis]

damn just the thought of cutting my on wrists makes me sicks

[elpmis]

You want emo? I'll give it to you in 5 words:

I AM ON MY PERIOD
emo =/= angsty

[Bubbles]

emo =/= angsty

I have no idea what this means

[reverendsaintjay]

*cuts wrists*

the act itself is poetry.

/thread

One gem pulled from the WoW forums...

/wrists

[Sp`ange]

One gem pulled from the WoW forums...

/wrists


daaaaaaamn.

That'd make an awesome shirt.

[reverendsaintjay]

daaaaaaamn.

That'd make an awesome shirt.

But would it be an awesome emo shirt?

[ChikkenNoodul]

My dark and sensitive soul
Burning in the pain
You can't possibly know how bad
Sticking alcohol soaked QTips in my cock