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
Saturday, February 27, 2010
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
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.
Labels:
cade emo,
emo poems,
eric emo,
funny emo poems,
sad emo poems
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Emo Poem
My tear soaked pillow
like a weeping willow
tree...
My smeared mascara
could you spare a
key.....
Write dripping red
my thoughts have fled
from me....
Pants so tight
I think I just might
pee...
like a weeping willow
tree...
My smeared mascara
could you spare a
key.....
Write dripping red
my thoughts have fled
from me....
Pants so tight
I think I just might
pee...
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
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
Would being in first, actually be the worst?
And the best would be slow? Nobody can know.....nobody can know
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