"emos" poems
when me an Gnat split
we kept our eyes open,
cause we could close them,
behind blindness,
and I could take her soul
for nothing,
and I could keep it forever,
so now what we do,
is set fire to those
in the same situation,
we put their hearts
on our grills,
and tell them to wait
until they have regained
the fire,
so then,
society wasn't ready
for the realest ****** alive,
becuase by then
society
had told them
that ******
emos,
true-ass emos,
them *************
could just drop
everything
to keep you on the low-low,
and they were the realest
I ever knew.
Mar 1, 2012
Mar 1, 2012 at 10:04 PM UTC
sdrawkcab lla si ti
semitemos
sgniht ta kool ot yap t’nseod
eb dluohs yeht yaw eht
ytilibats pu evig ot nrael
ytiugibma fo ssenteews eht ecarbme
ekil-gurd si rewop sti
sevird ti sa sessessop ti
shpmuirt taht ssendam a
tniop noitanimluc eht ta
ytivitaerc fo ecand eht
egru na ;regnuh a si ti
tcepser a sdnammoc taht
lausunu eht ,euqinu eht rof
!ylpmoc ohw esoht staiwa dlrow wen elohw a
-em evig
noitanimreted emos noissap emos
!ylf dna sgniw eht hcterts ot ssengnilliw emos
- em ekam
seil dna sevil taht sselraef a
ytirucesni nwo sti yb detrofmoc
- Vijayalakshmi Harish
27.08.2012
Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
Aug 27, 2012
Aug 27, 2012 at 2:27 AM UTC
you say I'm emo
just because I wear black a lot.
You say I am a queer
because I give my best friend a hug, and he just happens to be a guy.
You think I cut
just because I have scars on my wrist.
Truth is,
none of the stuff you say is true.
See, emo has become a fad.
Everyone wants to have attention.
But us "real emos" will tell you that its no fun.
I can't...we can't control when we are happy and sad,
glad and mad.
Its a ****** feeling.
I do not wear black because I worship Satan,
I wear black because it fits me
I do not wear my band shirts to be cool,
I wear them because they represent who I am.
I do not listen to rock music because I have problems,
I listen to it because the screaming helps my blood flow.
I don't expect you to know what it's like to truly be
emo
The only time you say that word,
the only time you say us
is when you make fun of us.
My hair is not long just to cover my face,
my hair is long because I like it that way.
You expect us to be like you,
but yet you rob us of our happienes.
Well,
who the **** are you to call me emo?
huh?
What do you truly know about depression.
Because your idea of depression is when you get grounded,
and my idea of depression is when I hold a blade to my neck.
You think depression is just tears,
but nope.
Its painful,
draining,
almost numbing.
This isn't even the start.
Do not call me emo,
because of what you think
because you will never know me
I won't let you get to know me
because I don't want that pain.
You are a ******
and one of the reasons why
I'm emo
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 2:00 PM UTC
'Poetry is for emos!'
screamed a prosaic once
Don't worry,
he's dead now
I shot him with my gun
which is made from words
'Poetry is for the beautiful minds'
Someone once said
'No, silly! Poetry is for the scarred soul'
replied a maiden
'Poetry is for people like me!'
screamed Mr.R
'No happiness but chests filled with money!'
'Poetry is my hobby.'
said a future entrepreneur
'Poetry is for the one dealing with loss'
said the scientist
'I don't care about poetry, How often do you floss?'
said my dentist.
'Poetry is dumb.'
said the misanthrope
'Poetry makes me think about him'
said the victim of infatuation
I cleared my throat and spoke to clear the confusion
'*You're wrong to say poetry ain't fun
poetry is for everyone*'
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 8:17 AM UTC
I wake up and feel something is askew.
Then I remember what I heard last night on the news.
Then I push it aside and turn on the TV.
I’m sure someone can deal with it better than me!
Our politics are failing. Society’s flailing.
Getting’ crushed under the weight of our own pompous detailing.
But I don’t mind, there’s nothing I can do.
I’ll just grab a bite, get another tattoo.
Maybe by the time I’m done, it’ll have worked itself out.
If it hasn’t I’ll just shut my eyes and think of something else!
I guess I could try to make a difference,
But I’ve got more important things I have to deal with.
Like the season finale of my favorite show,
A bottle of Jack to finish and a party to throw!
I guess I can try to help out, if I’ve got the time. We’ll see.
Hey, look! Beer over there is buy-one-get-one-free!
I gotta stock up for the big game tonight.
Gotta go. I’m sure you got the problem covered, right?
Drunks and liars and posers, you’re fired.
Idiots, ********* worldwide mob masses.
Outcasts that walk alone, self-loathers, homophobes.
Jesus freaks. One more drink. Intelligence levels sink.
Dumb jocks and ****** Gangbangers. Guerilla wars.
Drop the dime, save the time. Pretend you’ve lost your mind.
Uppers and downers. Immigrants, minors.
Emos and cheaters, and ******* wife-beaters.
****** ex-girlfriends, freaks, frauds, text message sends.
Alcoholics relapsing. Governments collapsing.
Oil spills, anything for thrills. Hold on, just one more ****
Suicide bombers, no mothers, no fathers.
This world’s so ****** up, how will it end up?
I don’t wanna know, don’t wanna see.
Don’t make me face reality!
Jan 31, 2012
Jan 31, 2012 at 12:22 AM UTC
if panic! at the disco
is just the store brand
version of fall out boy
*(an open mic frank sinatra
impersonation with a forehead
and the emos are a classical
knife wound in pop culture)*
then i am just the
store brand version
of who i used to be
looks about the same
tastes about the same
easier on your wallet
but something's a little off
and you can't
figure out what
but it doesn't actually
matter that much
it's just oatmeal
*(i don't know why i
decided on oatmeal for this
it was just the metaphor
that came to mind)*
and it will all be
gone by next week
anyway so
who actually
cares as long as
we've got some
kind of breakfast?
Aug 25, 2016
Aug 25, 2016 at 8:03 PM UTC
I feel for others but can't relate
That's destine and fate
I don't always know what to say
I dk the feeling but try to understand
Been on both sides one alive
The other is feeling dead inside
Trust is hard after being served betrayal
Years off being closed off not easy to open up
You want things to change but feel the same
Day after day time after time
Pushed out but once in its whatever
All the hazing meant for better
Jul 20, 2013
Jul 20, 2013 at 12:37 AM UTC
I heard about people that cut,
Emos.
I heard about people that put nothing in their gut,
Anorexics.
I heard about people that say if, and or but,
Liars.
I saw someone with emotional pain.
I saw someone with endless shame.
I saw someone trying to keep sane.
Jul 2, 2013
Jul 2, 2013 at 2:45 AM UTC
ou
'querer' em quatro tempos
1.
Você está aqui
Eu estou lá
Perco o espetáculo
Por querer
Demais, mas
Sem querer--
Todos querem
Um pedaço de mim agora.
2.
Você está aqui
Eu estou lá
Prendo-me ao espetáculo
Por querer
Demais, mas
Sem querer--
Porque querer foi
O que sempre fiz(emos).
3.
Você está aqui
Eu estou aqui
Cegos ao espetáculo
Por querer
Demais, mas
Sem querer--
Amanhã, quando 'quero' for
Sinônimo de 'podemos'.
4.
Você está lá
Eu estou lá
Partes do espetáculo
Por querer
Demais, mas
Sem querer--
Querer nunca foi,
O suficiente, foi?
Nov 29, 2010
Nov 29, 2010 at 12:32 PM UTC
Homeless guy
sits begging for change
where the streets
don't care for your name
lugging about
all he owns
home
a rough patch of turf
down by the docks
His plight ignored
shunned by those
that walk by with wrinkled nose
save the few
that flick him the odd coin
Guys got to eat
and the cold cobbled stones
ain't no solace
for a warm bed and a roof over head
As the emos and goths
passed me by
congregating by the flying v guitar
the hippies sat drumming
in a circle
singing
lets give peace a chance
As homeless guy
heads to Greggs
a hot drink
and a feed
the sun is setting
on the streets of Newcastle
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 7:30 AM UTC
We are the Forgotten, the Outcasts
We are the many
We are the strong
We are the bullied, the teased
We are the ones you left in the dirt
We are the ones you cared nothing of
We are the ones you laughed at
We are the Emos, the Goths, the Scene Kids, the Nerds
We are the weird ones, the Metal Heads
We are the ones who aren't the football or cheer-leading star
We are not the alone
we are not the unloved
We are a family
We are the faithful ones
We are the proud ones
We are the happily different ones
We are The Happily Forgotten
May 27, 2013
May 27, 2013 at 1:47 PM UTC
*Pretty color, pretty smile,
I hear your loudest cry
Inside.*
© 2015 J.S.P.
Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 5:53 AM UTC
Don't always wear black
Don't worship Satan
Are NOT evil
Do not want to **** people
Do not hate everybody
Are not always depressed
Can be happy to
Are usually nice people
Are normal, just like you
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 11:13 AM UTC
just i
opening
my soul
oD
and
drawtuo
fumbles
emos
unbright
ecnecsednacni
some
fuckhot
magic
peeling
out
the innumerable
jeer
of my
and me
deepest
Feb 11, 2012
Feb 11, 2012 at 7:08 PM UTC
We're called the freaks,
The ones society points out,
We are the emos, the shy, the awkward, the nerds, the transgenders,
The gays and the lesbians,
To name but a few.
We aren't freaks.
We're unique!
Compared to their cookie cutter demeanor.
We make the world go 'round.
We created the formula for gravity.
We make the best music.
A normal person is limited by society.
We are free!
To express ourselves however we feel to.
So "freak,"
Is nothing to fear!
Embrace who you are!
Follow your own values!
Make something out of yourself!
And let the world judge!
Because in the end,
The only opinions that matter
Are yours (and God's)...
Feb 28, 2014
Feb 28, 2014 at 10:34 PM UTC
Okay emos....
Today is that time of the year....
Killjoys, Make some noise.
Never be afraid to keep on living.
Never be afraid to walk this world alone.
We'll carry on.
So long and goodnight.
Mar 22, 2021
Mar 22, 2021 at 7:51 PM UTC
I know I put it there
typed upon your page
Please, I know you'll answer
but my comment, disengaged
Eliot is working on a fix
to see all of your emos and replies
I'm hoping it will be real soon
at least, before I die
Oh what a malady
it ****** my waking mind
Where are all of my comments?
craftily made, but ill defined
Apr 19, 2017
Apr 19, 2017 at 3:41 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
He was a loss caused teen with daddy issues keeping
To himself everyday in his room with books of magic
And teleportation to get out of this town,
Missing the days when he was little and mom and
Pops would show him more respect as a little addition to
The family more like a blessing as he was considered the
Miracle child around,
Went to school with iron fists and jean chains hanging
With the bad crowd like the emos mixed with nerdy rock
Fans that had no life just seeking attention from penny
Pinching,
Pulling a list of ******** in his life at home,
Watching anime to make sure he was not alone,
The hostility with his dad , it was home grown,
Everything in his life was an utter joke to him,
But until he saw a that girl across the lunch room,
Felicia Stone,
So he asked his friend Joe ,
Who's that girl sitting over there with high heels
And that red shirt on,
"Oh her! Her name's Felicia, she transferred from Italy",
Blue eyes like the Argentina oceans and her voice so
Heavenly,
Make boys fall down to their knees as they appease,
It was like clouds and stars and rain in one room when
She stands up to throw her tray away,
probably thinking he's gonna say hey today,
Gets up , walks to the trash, throw it away,
Walks her direction, turns back around and doesn't
Go through with it.....
Aug 18, 2016
Aug 18, 2016 at 2:07 PM UTC
A friend I call Sister Shawie silently sobs
And all of her children’s hearts’ knobs
are plugged with mics noise-cancelling
and bluetooth earphones desensitizing.
Old mixed emos - can’t relate, how brute
- worse than real deaf or numb or mute.
Their sympathetic eye implants blue night
and smiling chrysanthemums yellow bright
selectively blind. Their once flawless derma
now pock-marked with socmed anesthesia.
Beneath the optical cables of glass sublime,
the umbilical cords are cremated in time
as the much sought wifi signals reach prime.
The cyber world defies ethics and all logic . . .
A mother’s milk is replaced just like magic.
Sep 9, 2024
Sep 9, 2024 at 9:41 PM UTC