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I was just looking back on this horrible emo poem I wrote in 7th grade, and thinking how stupid it was. How stupid an emo mentality is. My message to emos (including myself in 7th grade) is basically:
"Gosh, everybody in the entire world does not really have the time of day to waste hating you. So why do you insist on convincing yourself that they do? It's all a result of getting yourself too worked up, and not having any slimjims to console yourself."
And this uber-dumb (cant stop using that word, don’t know why) 'poem' is a prime example of what happens when you
a) don't have acess to slim-jims, or
b) have a bad attitude for too long:
---
hissing
always whispering
in my ear
in my mind?
from outside?
the voices
bitter with malice
thick with contempt
the ones that say im
worthless, not
smart, not
pretty, not
good enough
can’t, won’t
unwanted, unloved
ugly
every day, why?
wrenched my dreams
away from me
holding them hostage
dancing with them
in shriveled, wicked
hands just out of my
grasp, as slowly
they begin to
decay, becoming a
lie
everything
is a lie, love
even like is
a great big lie
that laughs,
cackles venomously
as you stand there
unaware
believing it, stupid
look, turn around see
it wasn’t true what
your face heard, not
in this cruel, dirty world
foul and rotted
nothing pure left, when
to stifle a life is
fun, like
blowing out a
candle flame
red hot, bright
radiant, illuminating
no more light
brutal, merciless
cold wind blow
it away
kill it, stand
heartless, unpitying
as it dies
leaving
only ashes behind
there
is the darkness
again
looming, so
close, engulfing
me, the luring
pull, down, down
into the pit of nothingness
resisting is hopeless
hurts too much
such fog, the
pall of sadness they
call emo, so catchy
but unreal
so unreal
these sweet sounding
euphemisms for
hate and fear and
dread and frustration
and despair
why?
don’t people like
me, must they
graffiti bad
names all over
me, constantly
stain my insides
can’t i just cover
my face, withdraw
leave, the shame
behind
fine then, i’m
not cool, ok
can’t they
shut up? always
talking, ever
critical
bickering
is it impossible to
acquiesce?
ugh, buzzing
like bees, stop
peering, probing,
prying into me
jeering, jabbing
stabbing me, it
stings, the pain of ridicule
is too much
too much to
bear, i’m nothing
weak, so weak and
vulnerable, powerless
voices, demons go
find someone
who’s not
nobody, nothing
never resting, I’m
awake at night, why
sleep?
eyes open
dark
eyes closed
darker
doesn’t matter, no
not a soul cares, why
would they?
ill be nowhere
forever
what? fluff, like
the stuffing in
shallow people
go away
superficials
fake like
mannequins,
porcelain dolls
sitting in the world’s
window oblivious
to my pain
watching
with unmoving, uncaring
glass eyes as
i go crazy
leave me alone, i’m
not like you, i’m
real, and flawed
torn and ripped
scratched and beaten
worn by the
scorn i can’t escape
this hideous
monster, me
beast, me
freak, I
need to hide somewhere
anywhere, just
make it stop, the
hissing
always whispering
in my ear
in my mind?
from outside?
the voices
of
satan
be
gone.
---
WHEW, that was long (usually it’s in 4 columns, but I don’t know how to format it on LJ)
My rule for writing emo poetry is, "the more badly used big words and metaphors, and vivid descriptions of pain, the better". Fortunately, this was written as a joke. (So no, I don't need mental help.)
Anyway, this isn’t even that bad compared to omar’s muse lyrics...
I am still laughing about the kissing lies… my parents are beginning to wonder why I just keep cracking up randomly…
<3WtG
"Gosh, everybody in the entire world does not really have the time of day to waste hating you. So why do you insist on convincing yourself that they do? It's all a result of getting yourself too worked up, and not having any slimjims to console yourself."
And this uber-dumb (cant stop using that word, don’t know why) 'poem' is a prime example of what happens when you
a) don't have acess to slim-jims, or
b) have a bad attitude for too long:
---
hissing
always whispering
in my ear
in my mind?
from outside?
the voices
bitter with malice
thick with contempt
the ones that say im
worthless, not
smart, not
pretty, not
good enough
can’t, won’t
unwanted, unloved
ugly
every day, why?
wrenched my dreams
away from me
holding them hostage
dancing with them
in shriveled, wicked
hands just out of my
grasp, as slowly
they begin to
decay, becoming a
lie
everything
is a lie, love
even like is
a great big lie
that laughs,
cackles venomously
as you stand there
unaware
believing it, stupid
look, turn around see
it wasn’t true what
your face heard, not
in this cruel, dirty world
foul and rotted
nothing pure left, when
to stifle a life is
fun, like
blowing out a
candle flame
red hot, bright
radiant, illuminating
no more light
brutal, merciless
cold wind blow
it away
kill it, stand
heartless, unpitying
as it dies
leaving
only ashes behind
there
is the darkness
again
looming, so
close, engulfing
me, the luring
pull, down, down
into the pit of nothingness
resisting is hopeless
hurts too much
such fog, the
pall of sadness they
call emo, so catchy
but unreal
so unreal
these sweet sounding
euphemisms for
hate and fear and
dread and frustration
and despair
why?
don’t people like
me, must they
graffiti bad
names all over
me, constantly
stain my insides
can’t i just cover
my face, withdraw
leave, the shame
behind
fine then, i’m
not cool, ok
can’t they
shut up? always
talking, ever
critical
bickering
is it impossible to
acquiesce?
ugh, buzzing
like bees, stop
peering, probing,
prying into me
jeering, jabbing
stabbing me, it
stings, the pain of ridicule
is too much
too much to
bear, i’m nothing
weak, so weak and
vulnerable, powerless
voices, demons go
find someone
who’s not
nobody, nothing
never resting, I’m
awake at night, why
sleep?
eyes open
dark
eyes closed
darker
doesn’t matter, no
not a soul cares, why
would they?
ill be nowhere
forever
what? fluff, like
the stuffing in
shallow people
go away
superficials
fake like
mannequins,
porcelain dolls
sitting in the world’s
window oblivious
to my pain
watching
with unmoving, uncaring
glass eyes as
i go crazy
leave me alone, i’m
not like you, i’m
real, and flawed
torn and ripped
scratched and beaten
worn by the
scorn i can’t escape
this hideous
monster, me
beast, me
freak, I
need to hide somewhere
anywhere, just
make it stop, the
hissing
always whispering
in my ear
in my mind?
from outside?
the voices
of
satan
be
gone.
---
WHEW, that was long (usually it’s in 4 columns, but I don’t know how to format it on LJ)
My rule for writing emo poetry is, "the more badly used big words and metaphors, and vivid descriptions of pain, the better". Fortunately, this was written as a joke. (So no, I don't need mental help.)
Anyway, this isn’t even that bad compared to omar’s muse lyrics...
I am still laughing about the kissing lies… my parents are beginning to wonder why I just keep cracking up randomly…
<3WtG