"chokers" poems
I'm so emo
I never wash my clothes
I'm so emo
I can't even blow my nose
I'm so emo
My life's a tragedy
I'm so emo
Fringe is too long I can't see
I'm so emo
Mixing hipster with some goth
I'm so emo
Who is David Hasselhoff
I'm so emo
Twerking to Ronnie Radke
I'm so emo
My friend calls all her friends “daddy”
I'm so emo
I’ve got all three chokers on
I'm so emo
My squad’s called “Satan's spawn”
I'm so emo
I died in 2013
I'm so emo
I'm gonna cry myself to sleep
Apr 24, 2019
Apr 24, 2019 at 3:26 PM UTC
-lying on a bed with satin sheets and stacks of cash
-pastel pink lingerie and a matching pistol to go with it
-black chokers with pearl earrings
-crystal chandeliers to break
-making your girl ******
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 3:07 PM UTC
Your hands were too tight around my neck
But you said you like when I wear chokers
You say you like when I come over
Come closer
But only when you tell me to
Like how you like to tell me that it’s over
Watch my eyes turn to oceans that you control the tides to
Watch my body fall to pieces right in front of you
Watch me melt into myself
And question every “I love you”
Every “I’d die for you, would you die for me too?”
You see me dying for you.
Dying for your desire
Dying to see one piece of truth in the eyes of a liar
You see me searching for the man I fell in love with as you burn me with words of fire
You ask me why I’m crying
But as soon as I try to give you a reason worth while, you slap the tears from my skin
You dare me to open my mouth again
You say “baby put your foot on the gas, let’s go for a spin”
You give me that same sinister grin
The same on you gave me the night you told me you shot that man
The same one you looked over your shoulder with as you brought brass knuckles to the face of someone being too femme
That grin you gave the prophet as she warned you of the suffering to come due to your sin
That ******* grin
Not the one I fell in love with
But the one that laughed in my face when I said I was leaving
The one that put a gun to my head just to say, “I love you baby, I’m not teasing”
But that you scared me, it tricked me, it said you wanted to please me
But in reality in only made me confuse pleasure with pleading
Aug 17, 2024
Aug 17, 2024 at 10:37 AM UTC
i am just a glitch in the system,
a name
on a waiting list which is too long.
i am just a name, one you can't get rid of.
so you tell me i'll wait six months,
it has been eight.
you call yourself professionals,
yet you don't seem to realise that teenagers are –
impatient.
so my mother leaves endless voicemails,
and my doctor sends a string of letters your way,
all in a feeble attempt
to hurry along the mind numbing process.
i don't expect to beat the system,
and there are countless others like me –
but isn't that the thing that scares you?
you know, there is this fashion craze,
where we tie lengths of black cord around our necks,
and call them "chokers".
i wear mine every day, and i tie it a tad too tightly,
because i can't breathe
and i've ran out of excuses as to why.
Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 12:37 PM UTC
Rooms and rooms open and closed
For the regressed and depressed souls
Writers and blighters
All scotch and lighters
That search in earnest for truth
Doors and doors ajar and afar
To be entered and left by creatures
Walkers and stalkers
All botched and talkers
Misleading their way through life
Corridors and corridors long and narrow
Paced and rested by jokers
All jubilant and chokers
Laughing into space for eternity
Floors and floors large and small
Stood and wandered by lovers
All romantics and dull
Longing for love in an instant
Hotels and hotels sprawling and nestled
Visited and departed by society
All happy and sad
Wanting to sleep and wanting to mix
Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 8:37 PM UTC
Unchained day beneath dumpling clouds in a baby boy broth
I tumble from the snake's mouth into the belly of the bullfrog
kicking across the river in fits and starts of sloshing and falling
great mirror arms reach imploring
asking the sky to see their brilliance
as steel-grey bracelets encircle one wrist and
then another
and skyward we turn
and vomited unceremoniously from the bullfrog's mouth
I slog easterly through the setting concrete of the new-fettered day
kicking across the avenues in fits and starts of staring and falling
shiny electronic arms reach imploring and
ask the stars to hear the cries
as invisible chokers encircle one's throat and
then nothing
and skyward we turn
and jostled and sweating as fresh popcorn into the gluttonous hall
I ride the current past the kiosks and shuttered kitchens of boutique cafes
kicking down the rapids in fits and starts of surfacing and falling
a majestic and world-weary arm reaches defiantly and
shakes a fist forever at one moment and
then knows
and northward we turn
and
the girl shared my Luna bar
and
the phones were passed around
and
the woman had no shoes
and
the conductor took no tickets
and
the women shared their seat
and
the man gave her cab fare
and
the woman went home with no purse, no keys, no shoes
and
the girl went back to Buffalo
and
still we turn
and
still we turn
and
our shackled arms raised against the sword reaches
necessarily and
blocks the blow as if we were one arm and
then holds
and
still we turn
Sep 7, 2011
Sep 7, 2011 at 8:08 PM UTC
You know, I’ve wanted
to say this for a very long time,
but for a very long time
I haven’t believed that
you’ve been ready to hear it nor
have I been ready to say it.
Three.big.words.
So big my throat can’t store it
can’t keep it together it comes
out in stutters,
I Luh, I Luh, I Luhhhvee Y-yu-you.
this, is the first time.
This is the first I’ve felt
vulnerable and empowered
at the same time.
This time is kind of amazing
This duality inside of me
fighting against one another
My heart choosing sides,
Left and right, ripping me apart
A ****** valentine
a serious war. like,
the Devil and God are Raging Inside of Me,
Yes, this is Brand New. I wrote a ballad
For you, a love song from deep emotions
mixed up making
a ballad that cries out
the howls of true devotion
the secrets never spoken
under the sheets where I lie,
next to your embodied soul
You soft ************
Let me hold you, let me cast you
under the spell I brewed myself
brewed right here. Right here.
in the place where I actually love you
because I actually love you
in the softest portion of my heart
the most delicate, touchable, stababble
place in my heart
a sensitive baby
crawling into my throat
choking me with the words
the words inside my throat
I’m choking
on a flavored peanut caught
in the wrong tube I am choking
on something so dang sweet,
like sweeter than the 90’s chokers,
Love. Is. A Hard Peanut.
I believe in the like
Maybe some faith in the love.
I spat up the peanut
It left sugar in my mouth
but I spat it out. It was, after all,
Lodging my airway
Constricting my muscles
Suffocating my taste for reality
Organically altering the song
Of my tongue, like I found the tune at Whole Foods.
You Stupid Peanut, of course I found you at Whole Foods
You’re a Genetic Beauty, modified once originally
You hard Peanut
I Love You I Love You I Love You!
There, I said it
With my choking throat
My loving Soul.
My soft heart
I love you, Peanut.
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 5:50 PM UTC
Eyes feeling low
Mind feeling lifted
I don't know if I'm high or if I'm gifted
Selling souls but then I flipped it
Into bodies of the livid
Very lucid, to be descriptive
I went to graves and fulfilled the dead spirits
Prada, who said the Devil doesn't wear it
Demolished hope to walk over
With spiked out chokers
And demons spitting out fire and horrid odor
The Lord was facing a lack of attendance
I'm not the Devil but I'm her apprentice
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 9:00 AM UTC
distant visions of dancing women
giving pause to the loggers
reeking of pine
wine glasses *****
and clinking friends make amends
sending bygones to faraway lands
bark chips in unkempt beards
appear in the florescent glow
to show a road map to the mountain
crags and snags left
for wildlife habitat
rabbit foot key chain bangs
the leg of a drunkard
who flunked out
yet runs the equipment of
a multimillion dollar outfit
no quit in the eyes
of men realizing self-worth
through **** of the earth
taped fingers set chokers snug
upon trees laid like rungs
up the barren hillside
fireside chats about bobcat tracks
and the rack on the elk that got away –
Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 11:45 AM UTC
****** epidemic
Smart people glasses
Plaid shirts and chokers
Mixing patterns
Political candidates
Skin care products
Hair donuts
Starbucks or Dunkins
Hand sanitizer
Reusable vs Disposable
Body type
Big butts
Sexuality
Bathrooms
Water quality
Heel height
Cancer cures
To many babies
Haircuts
Piercings
Tattoos
Love
****** Language
Mustaches
Tumblr Quotes
******
Drought
You and I
Oct 7, 2016
Oct 7, 2016 at 9:57 AM UTC
Just needed one look,
as I gazed into ur telling eyes
to know the fire is still burning,
obvious it's still alive.
And baby girl its heating up,
catching wind, it strives.
Stretching to the pearly white clouds,
it disperses through the sky.
Your lips were smirked,
coated a hint of chocolate brown.
Melted right through me,
knocked all my defenses down.
Became Lost in ur look,
like a pouting puppy in the pound.
Perched on ur throne,
defiant, just missing ur crown.
Then as quickly as you arrived,
you instantly left.
Had me stunned and shook,
drowning with regret.
Missing the photgraphed chokers,
softly fit, yet snug on ur neck.
Fell back on reminiscing of the night,
the magical night we first met.
Jun 12, 2017
Jun 12, 2017 at 5:14 PM UTC
In the Mirror I see I'm stained
Draped in an ink cell, shelled in pain
Bent over with soaking black tears
Why must I live in this cloak of fear
Hunched over frozen in a case of black ice
Slipping and sliding over the constant fights
Trapped in a fishnet of lies
Choked by the chokers of cries
Hidden behind a curtain of bangs
Constantly licking my bloodthirsty fangs
Watching from afar cloaked in shadows
My ears cuffed and pierced, arrested, abused, and exposed
Eyes painted in Abyss' rain
Wrist spiked with black frames
I am a walking talking, cold night
Physically Freezing, and drenched in blackness' fright
Now hand me your blade, and let me begin
To slice the tar that is sticking to this light within
The thick, inky muck that shells and suffocates
Is a monster that feels controlled and constrained
You don't want me to shine, you don't want to see me bright
You enjoy seeing this jewel locked up tight
Won't I be broken free from the rock?
Afraid my colors will attract too many thoughts?
Let this angel rip her wings out from underneath your rule
Let my eyes finally look up, I won't be fooled
I am disgusted with this gothic disguise
I'm breaking through, going into the light
Jan 25, 2019
Jan 25, 2019 at 12:29 PM UTC
It seemed my mind would rather be preoccupied.
Crushed ice to cool off the burn on my tongue,
heady liqour to sooth the burn in my chest.
Tan lines to replace the once marked skin,
Velvet chokers to replace the pressure,
and new strumming to replace the wailing.
Summer dresses to cover my quivering,
along silver rings to cover the shaking.
Not so unexpectedly I glance a familiar countenance,
so I unravel and everything re-wires.
I'm fighting the studying of coincidences,
but the search is inevitable.
Old tears stain new sheets,
old methods replace new tricks,
and old memories replace new concerns.
Now it seems I haven't put you to bed.
Instead I lie in that bed wondering if you're the same.
Jun 11, 2017
Jun 11, 2017 at 2:11 PM UTC
TEUHTLILLI
Then down to brass tacks: These wan wanderers
Indeed match those who skimmed our shores last year.
See- Here’s my schoolyard scribbling of their looks:
MOTECUHZOMA
What are these? Iron pipes on lumbering wheels?
TEUHTLILLI
A roaring, dragon-mouthed machine of war,
Whose entrails discharge hails of shooting stars.
When leveled at a mountain’s rocky crags,
The cliff face cracked, disgorging its rich veins,
Then, splintered into chips a knotted pine.
Their porters picked their teeth with the remains,
Like sullied spirits in a sulfurous haze.
MOTECUHZOMA
What is this shambling menagerie?
TEUHTLILLI
Some over-magnifying strain of hound,
Whose urine-yellow eyes flash sparks of flame,
And lolling tongues lob down to glut for blood.
MOTECUHZOMA
And these? Some hybrid hash of man and stag?
TEUHTLILLI
No, sire, but merely stilted, toothy does
That suffer men to play at pick-a-back.
Their plate-wide hooves dig wells at each impress,
And lofty eyes peep over the city walls.
MOTECUHZOMA
What is their destination?
TEUHTLILLI Here, my lord.
They’re full of inquiries, but send you gifts:
These chokers of green glass- Quite lovely things.
MOTECUHZOMA
What is the subject of their questions?
TEUHTLILLI You, my lord.
Jun 11, 2017
Jun 11, 2017 at 4:06 PM UTC
First couple days back from the hospital
And already I am hostile
I see razors and want to bleed out
I see rope and want to hang
This is probably going to be a bad thing
I see socks that make good chokers when knotted together
I see paint that makes good poison when drunk
I've lost my innocence
I've found the ugly side of life
I used to see things as mere objects, not weapons
Staples, used to be just a utility for a stapler
Glass used to be something you sweeped away
Detergent used to be a laundry item
And knives used to be eating utensils
All I see now is suicide
I dream about slitting my wrist open
Watching the red spill from my arm
Smiling as I bleed to death
Sweet serenity
I've been writing notes
One to my friend
One to my brother
One to my teacher
And one to a ex-lover
I've become what I once thought improbable
I've become suicidal
Mar 2, 2020
Mar 2, 2020 at 5:44 PM UTC
#
to whom it may concern
up above the sky
beyond the human eye
i ask pardon for i have sinned
and guidance for i had
lost my soul and blood
but ******* it who am i
to be so selfish and greedy
asking from the almighty
how about the children
who starve to get to heaven
and pain is the fate woven
how about the innocent
who dreams amidst the nightmare
of chokers who do not care
how about the people
with pieces of hopes scatter
on the edge about to shatter
how about the toddlers
who were never happy nor sad
nor ignorant of god
to whom it may concern
pardon me first, you shall not
bless me first, you must not
for as blue as my problems seem
thou shall firstly elevate
those with purple bruises in their fate
Jul 14, 2018
Jul 14, 2018 at 11:29 AM UTC
Dear South Africa, worry not
Chokers, you guys are definitely NOT
Done your very best, you have
A lot is there, to love
In the way you play your cricket
Certainly, are you not easy to beat!
Dear South Africa, worry not
Losing, is the end of the world, NOT
You guys have scaled many peaks
Never given up hope
Even when the situation has been bleak
Always, have you gone deep
Whether it be chasing totals
Or for that matter, defending them
Never, have you not given it your all
So, no need to raise an alarm
Just because you lost one final
Which, by the way, was your FIRST
And you certainly played your best!!
Dear South Africa, worry not
You guys have done a lot
Brought in big hitting batsmen
Beefed up your spin attack
Improved your batting against spin
And of course, terrific, is your pace bowling attack
In short, have you taken all the necessary steps
In order to improve your winning chances!!
Dear South Africa, worry not
Always, do you guys fight
Till the very end
Soon, may your title drought end
Please keep repeating this to yourselves
"We are NOT chokers
The World Cup, will we soon WIN!!"
Amen!!
Jul 7, 2024
Jul 7, 2024 at 3:53 AM UTC
The doom of the marsh,
Of conversations,
consonants keying the walls
The trickling, like stroked water
Delicately balancing history
Atop The Dream of Money
Enough to not feel
Not to reel
From the chokers, the faucet
The bloodlet
Nov 7, 2016
Nov 7, 2016 at 5:31 PM UTC
Alien
That's how I feel around all these girls
I've grown up with since I was 4
I feel as though I might as well be on the moon
At least then I wouldn't get weird looks or get laughed at
They have long hair
Only in 4 colors
Black
Blounde
Brown
Red
They think piercings are gross
unless it's your
Nose
Ears
They all have the small town out look on things
Their opinions on clothes are
Boots
Ugg or cowboy
Blue jeans
Any top with sequins
They have a small out look
Anyokne who's different is
Weird
Freaks
Gross
Ugly
Trash
The List goes on
I get laughed at for being myself
For being
High heels
Short Blue hair
Lip rings
Fishnets
Skirts
Chokers
If you put us all in a crowd and were ask to pick out the one from a big city
It would be me
I've always felt out like an alien with these girls
And my teachers wonder why
Why I'm this way
Alone
Doodling
Back of the class
Quiet with strong opinions
Everyone says New York is gonna give me hell
But New York is gonna fall to it's knees when this alien comes to town
Jan 27, 2018
Jan 27, 2018 at 1:13 AM UTC