Emo Poetry - DeathEmo Poetry - DeathEmo Poetry - Death8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The cloak of death,
slowly appears in my line of vision.
Its long scythe dripping with blood,
the blood of those who wish to die.
But why has it come to find me?
I, who live in a world of violence and crime.
I, who have the innocence of a child.
somewhere out there in another realm,
I wish to die.
I could not take the disappointments of life any longer.
I contradict myself.
Myself, who lives in this dimension
says that there are things worth living for.
Myself, in a distant location
says that there is more to life than living.
I want to die.
I don't want to die.
I want to...
I don't want to...
I want to...I want to...die.
I lifted my head,
and stared into the eyes of my doom,
who was waiting...
waiting, all this time.
I have just realized it now.
That the answer was so simple.
If I can not find the answer I was seeking for
all these years,
why should I keep living to find out?
There is more to life than just living
PoetryWith bitten lips and tear-burnt eyesPoetry8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you tell her your new tragedy
she listens to the hurt and pain
and smiles as she writes it down in her mind
what you cannot say, she will shout for you
or sing, or whisper- whatever you prefer
her arms are tight around you
as you spit your angry words
and she listens and remembers
and tones them into music
into her world
and she dances as she tells your story
and makes faces when you're happy
and cries with you when you need her
not everyone can hear her
some believe she says nothing real
she'd never lie, but they don't understand
when she speaks, they hear gold-toned lies
or steel-stained epithets
or excuses for more hate
but her gift is taking words from you
and touching them with a silver finger
and giving them her beauty
and it doesn't matter if they hear her right
if they understand your feelings
she's trying her hardest for you.
EmoThe Darkness becomes me,Emo8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As I fall into pain.
My life is nothing but pain.
Outside is gay,
So in the dark I will play
Im an individual because I dress like my friends,
And I will decide when my life ends
A swirling torrent of hurt and despair,
As I run bloody fingers through my own hair.
Unhappy and withered, for here I will sit.
All just because
My girl-pants dont fit.