Saturday, February 27, 2010

Emo Love Poems About Death and Life

Oh life why are you so mean
A pain is in my spleen

This dark make-up on my eyes
helps me to realize

That all of my emo poems about cutting
are not very becoming

I write emo poems about broken hearts
and then the cute feeling starts

My life is better than death
so why cut my wrist and do meth?

I need to stop thinking of suicide
no longer do I need to hide... in my room

This is a poem about love
something I am always thinking of

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Funny Emo Love Poem

Emo love
just like a dove
in a trap
you can't put a cap....on love.
emotions run
just like a nun
when she births a son
the congregation it will stun... but wait.
Is it fate?
That this nun should mate
the Priest is who you should castrate
for he has been spreading his seed as of late

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Emo Man Boob Poem

Oh man boobs why are you there?
For people to mock and stare?

Why must I have such a droopy nipple?
Oh no baby you can't take a sipple.

I can't cry for fear
that my make-up will smear
tight jeans are not queer
I'll put on mascara and you steer... dear.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Emo Poems

Emo Poems show how I feel
bleeding wrist, oh what a thrill
I live a hard life
middle class strife
I want to be different than everyone
except for all the other emos under the sun

Sunday, March 1, 2009

Emo Poem

My tear soaked pillow
like a weeping willow
My smeared mascara
could you spare a
Write dripping red
my thoughts have fled
from me....
Pants so tight
I think I just might

Monday, January 26, 2009

Anatomy.... so sad to me

It's not them nor us, causing pain in my biceps femoris
The touch of your check, on my right oblique
with something to aid us, it hurts my serratus
As I dream of our palace, whats the pain under my pectoralis?
Like an octopus tentacle, clasped to my heart's left ventricle
all this love that im spendin, hurts my patellar tendon

Friday, October 24, 2008

What if?

What if going fast, meant you would finish last?
Would being in first, actually be the worst?
And the best would be slow? Nobody can know.....nobody can know