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 Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2007 2:07 pm
Emo
Tell me how
Tell me why
I just want to know
Just tell me
Am I emo?
I’ve been this way
For as long as I can remember
Please tell me
On this day in September.
I don’t know how
I don’t know why
Have all these days passed me by?
Please tell me
I want to know
Am I going emo?
I don’t know where
I don’t know when
Have I been like this
All the time?
You say I am emo
I need to know
How you know
And I don’t.
Is it my voice?
Is it my clothes?
Is it my mind?
Is it my style?
Is it the way I think?
Is it the way I talk?
Is it the way I act?
The way I dress?
The way I express?
Please tell me how you know
When I went emo.
This is all I have to say
I just want to know the truth
I just want to know what you think
I want to know how you know
That I am emo…
Okay....This poem was written, yes in seventh grade. My friend came up to me and said that I was "too emo to hang out with anymore." You have to understand that I was going throught a very hard time back then. I wrote this poem and gave it to her. Well, she laughed in my face and threw it away and hasn't spoken a word to me since then. Again, not very good flow. Make of it what you will.
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 3:01 pm
Do You?
Do you feel like a man now
As you watch her cry in terror?
Do you feel strong now
As her blood stains your hands?
Are you happy now
That she cowers in fear?
Are you happy now
That she cannot speak?
Are you scared now
That she is fighting back?
Are you scared now
That she runs from the house, screaming?
Are you nervous now
As she tells the police?
Are you nervous now
As you walk into court?
Do you cry now
As you pull out the gun?
Do you cry now
As you pull the trigger?
Do you regret now
Doing what you have done?
This poem is about a man who beats his wife and finds pleasure in it. Sick, I know. The idea just popped into my head. I wrote it during first hour while we were watching some movie. I don't even remember what it is called. Oh well. Read it, don't, I don't care. Comment and critique. Thanks.
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 3:03 pm
Sunrises and Sunsets
I watch the sunrise
I watch the sunset
I look into the skies
But I can’t seem to regret.
Sunrises are so peaceful
The clouds are tinted pink
Nothing is more beautiful
But seem to go away when I blink.
Sunsets are like twilight
They always end the same
Not quite day, not quite night
Something you can never tame.
This poem was written for school. It had to be somewhat apropriate and about sunsets/sunrises, 3 stanzas, and 12 lines. I met the requirments and got an A. How cool am I? Very. Comments are welcome.
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 3:07 pm
Dead End
I look to the tunnel
And what I see
Has become
A dead end.
I search frantically
For a way out
Yet all I see is
A dead end.
Looking for a light
Something to let me know
That I am okay
For all I can see is
A dead end.
Loosing air
Taking my breath away
I must be hallucinating
I can only see darkness and peril
I see a dead end.
Nothing I can’t see
Will betray me
For I can see nothing
Therefore, everything will betray me
Because all I can feel
Is a dead end.
Waiting for this cloud to lift
Watching as the arch unfolds
I am 6 inches away from the click
That’s why I have this to say
I am at
A dead end.
Looking through an hour glass
Is harder than pleading for mercy
No, I will not stand for this
I will not retreat
Though my skin is raw
From fighting the urge
To let myself know
That I am at
A dead end.
Mankind will never know
Why we live
It is a mystery
With an answer
That only God and the Devil
Will ever know
Because we saw through
Our chains of misery
To get to the other side
And we finally see it is
A dead end.
My work has doubled
Trying to resist the urge
That everyone has
Trying not to succumb
To the darkness in my heart
Because if I do
It will be a dead end.
I hate this
There is no reason why
You have to use
Psychology on me
I am not a puppet
But I will be
When I read the dead end.
I got this cramp
It’s in my style
It gives me pain
When I go the extra mile
To make someone happy.
Normal medicine
Won’t be a problem to find
But it won’t work on this pain
I’ve tried the anti-biotics
But it will not go away
But I know this kind of pain
It happens when you reach
A dead end.
There is one last question
I have about this
“dead end”…
Where is it?
This poem, in my opinion, is very bad. But I pu it up here for your enjoyment, if any. No flow, bad wording. The whole 9 yards. Read it if you want, but no need to be harsh on the comments. But they are welcome.
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 3:09 pm
Dreadful Cell
Please
Please, I’m begging you
Save me, please save me
From this black,
Black oblivion.
It engulfed me
Years ago
Along with your heart
This was not the end
But the start.
I’m stuck down here
In this dreadful, dreary cell
Some - most - would call this hell.
To me, this is nothing
This is not hell
Hell is living your life in the dark.
This cell confines me,
For I am not free.
This poem was written about the same time as The Raven's Song. Very dark, very 'emo' as my friend said. Comment your little hearts away.
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2007 4:09 pm
Noticed your message in my thread so I chose to come to yours to see what great poems you have for me to read. The poem that I really loved was, "Unloved". I felt as if I could relate in so many ways to what you were saying/expressing. You feel like your life is meaningless when you have no one to love you. With out love, you feel rejected, alone, and bitter. You feel as if death is the only way to go because you think it's easier than being betrayed by the one you dearly love.
I'm sorry if I didn't really quite captured the meaning of what you were expressing in your poem. Anyways, I love your poem and I will continue to read more of your poems -as long as I live-.
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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2007 5:40 am
Well thank you very much for taking the time to read my poems. And yes, you captured what I was trying to say. Exactly what I meant. I will continue to post my poems until I have none left to post. Thank you again.
~EP
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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2007 9:07 pm
I voted, "YES!" to your question.
I <3 your poems. You are so great at writing.
^.^
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2007 6:53 am
I thank you very much for your kind compliments. I also look forward to reading more of your poetry.
~EP
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2007 10:20 pm
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WildWildWindWhisperer Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 7:27 pm
Sweet and lovely. Very bright and filled with joy. Your mother has a gift for poetry.
You claim it has no flow. It has deligtful flow. It deeply touches me.
The pain of growing within a world that expects conformity, and shows a lack of understanding our individual uniqueness. A world that shows us that we are to be what the world expects and not be allowed our individual moments and feelings.
I so enjoyed this poetic work.
A well weaved poetic tale of deep emotion.
This touchs me greatly I have been the rock for many females that have been abused by others.
The darkness within a life is so profoundly intense when they are a victim. You not only express this but continue to declare the ending that for the abuser. Excellent work .
Enjoy the light flavour of this work.
You bring me to the quiet of life and to the joy of enjoying simplistic things and moments. Well written with perfect flow!
You take my breath away!
the beginning is haunting and lovely. I enjoyed each new word looking for the profound meanings and new verses.
Near the end I became lost but the wholeness of it is lovely.
Very dark and passionate. the poem taht erupts from a truly poetic person. Thank you! Truly lovely with perfect flow and excellent grammer..
So many...so lovely...so dark...so fresh...so light....so enjoyed.....so.......
Thank you for the kindness of sharing your wonderful talents and gift. Please do continue to write. Ienjoy all that you share.
..........WildWildWindWhisperer wink ( Vice-Captian)
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2007 3:57 pm
Quote: Sweet and lovely. Very bright and filled with joy. Your mother has a gift for poetry.
Well thank you very much, that all means so much to me! That I can birghten someones day, or have them clinging to the edge of their seat, wanting more. That is all I ever wanted. Thank you so much for so much lovely comments and ctriqueing. I enjoy reading what you have to say. I will get the rest of my poems up here as soon as possible!
~EP
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2007 4:11 pm
Forget
It's never good enough for you
I will never have you - for my own
Through the good times I laughed
Through the bad times I did my best to smile
But my best smile was still not enough to convince you-
You cast me aside - along with my heart
For this other girl - you said you would die
When I read that - I broke down to cry
My heart aches - It pains me so
Maybe I should give up - move on
I think it would be easier to just forget
Forget the time we met - forget about you
About me - never able to have you
The defeat inside - It's eating me alive
I don't know how much longer I can take
My smile means nothing - It's fake
I'm going to puch you away
So I can forget the pain - That I feel everyday
Just leave me alone - I don't need you pity
You are colder than this heartless city
This poem was written in spare time, for no particular reason. But I like it, and thought it was OK. Hope you like it, too.
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2007 4:19 pm
I'm Alone
No one notices
The girl walking alone
No one to talk to
Talk to no one
Her eyes are exhasted - tired
But something about her you admired.
Her uncanny knack, for getting things right?
Or the charm that she holds -
Even late at night?
But you'll never know -
You'll never talk to her
nless on the moment you spur
Like when your on the ledge
And you jump off the edge.
But you might walk up to that girl
Whose all alone
Whistling a son
In rythm and tone
But that would never be
Because no one ever talks to me.
This was a poem for Valentine's Day. Yes - DEPRESSING! I hated Valentine's Day. it was a horrible day for me.
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2007 4:22 pm
My Tears
My tears -
The acid of your bitter words -
Sting me, more than you could ever know,
As they run down my cheeks
I wait for them
To hit this paper.
Instead, they soak into my skin,
leaving a burning sensation.
When I go to wipe them away
There is naught
And all this pain
That you have brought
is the reason
For these bitter - sweet, acid tears.
This poem was written around the time of Dreadful Cell and The Raven's Song. You know the story.
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