tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23911799299564450262011-07-07T21:24:11.620-06:00Sometimes you just want to let the world know how you feel in the inner most space of your body... I like to call it your innerstitial spaceAdminnoreply@blogger.comBlogger81100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391179929956445026.post-68943233708596168082010-02-27T09:49:00.003-07:002010-02-27T09:55:26.935-07:00Oh life why are you so mean<br />A pain is in my spleen<br /><br />This dark make-up on my eyes<br />helps me to realize<br /><br />That all of my emo poems about cutting<br />are not very becoming<br /><br />I write emo poems about broken hearts<br />and then the cute feeling starts<br /><br />My life is better than death<br />so why cut my wrist and do meth?<br /><br />I need to stop thinking of suicide<br />no longer do I need to hide... in my room<br /><br />This is a poem about love<br />something I am always thinking of<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391179929956445026-6894323370859616808?l=cadeandericsemopoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adminnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391179929956445026.post-38088118628459494922009-12-03T13:57:00.003-07:002009-12-03T14:05:01.353-07:00Emo love<br />just like a dove<br />in a trap<br />you can't put a cap....on love.<br />emotions run<br />just like a nun<br />when she births a son<br />the congregation it will stun... but wait. <br />Is it fate?<br />That this nun should mate<br />the Priest is who you should castrate<br />for he has been spreading his seed as of late<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391179929956445026-3808811862845949492?l=cadeandericsemopoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adminnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391179929956445026.post-52598623650545324962009-11-04T22:31:00.002-07:002009-11-04T22:36:49.999-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXU3vySjFYA/SvJjYYSmNZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4F1-s93BR5M/s1600-h/Emo+Make-Up.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXU3vySjFYA/SvJjYYSmNZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4F1-s93BR5M/s320/Emo+Make-Up.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400488173659108754" /></a><br /><br />Oh man boobs why are you there?<br />For people to mock and stare?<br /><br />Why must I have such a droopy nipple?<br />Oh no baby you can't take a sipple.<br /><br />I can't cry for fear <br />that my make-up will smear<br />tight jeans are not queer<br />I'll put on mascara and you steer... dear.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391179929956445026-5259862365054532496?l=cadeandericsemopoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adminnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391179929956445026.post-41140333863676422782009-05-13T19:45:00.002-06:002009-05-13T19:50:40.094-06:00<a href="http://cadeandericsemopoems.blogspot.com">Emo Poems</a> show how I feel <br />bleeding wrist, oh what a thrill<br />I live a hard life<br />middle class strife <br />I want to be different than everyone<br />except for all the other emos under the sun<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391179929956445026-4114033386367642278?l=cadeandericsemopoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adminnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391179929956445026.post-85782380742701607512009-03-01T15:20:00.000-07:002009-03-01T15:24:39.342-07:00My tear soaked pillow<br />like a weeping willow<br />tree...<br />My smeared mascara<br />could you spare a<br />key.....<br />Write dripping red<br />my thoughts have fled<br />from me....<br />Pants so tight<br />I think I just might<br />pee...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391179929956445026-8578238074270160751?l=cadeandericsemopoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adminnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391179929956445026.post-64689030557907423422009-01-26T09:11:00.000-07:002009-02-07T04:19:30.931-07:00It's not them nor us, causing pain in my biceps femoris<br />The touch of your check, on my right oblique<br />with something to aid us, it hurts my serratus<br />As I dream of our palace, whats the pain under my pectoralis?<br />Like an octopus tentacle, clasped to my heart's left ventricle<br />all this love that im spendin, hurts my patellar tendon<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391179929956445026-6468903055790742342?l=cadeandericsemopoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adminnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391179929956445026.post-65729255254109795372008-10-24T09:37:00.001-06:002009-02-07T04:18:47.947-07:00What if going fast, meant you would finish last?<br />Would being in first, actually be the worst?<br />And the best would be slow? Nobody can know.....nobody can know<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391179929956445026-6572925525410979537?l=cadeandericsemopoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adminnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391179929956445026.post-92074127405919104522008-10-23T16:24:00.000-06:002009-02-07T04:18:00.405-07:00Tick tock goes the clock of life,<br />as I live another day without a wife, in strife.<br />how many days do I have left?<br />I cannot seem to get rid of this cleft, in my chin.<br />My misery stems from a war within.<br />I slept another day away,<br />tinfoil on my window to protect me from the suns happy ray.<br /><br />Oh happy rays of sun, do you have any light that I can borrow?<br />To save me from this misery and sorrow?<br />If not today, then maybe perhaps tomorrow?<br />Its neither my row, nor your row, but our row.<br /><br />Tis October now, the season of fear,<br />my destination unknown, its so hard to steer.<br />Even though your whisper, I may not hear,<br />while wishing these chips were crisper, I shed a tear.<br /><br />My life is like a vessel in a tempest sea,<br />why won't you nestle up to me?<br />As I wrestle this beast that wont leave me be,<br />you have been my trestle in this stormy sea.<br /><br />Come back, I plead on bended knee,<br />without you near, forlorn shall I be.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391179929956445026-9207412740591910452?l=cadeandericsemopoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adminnoreply@blogger.com8