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People don’t see it
There’s always this big mask
Covering my pain and emotions
A funny mask
The complete opposite of my true emotions
The knife
Takes my blood
Drains it
It’s my therapist
It’s there for me
Unlike….
by Taj Coleman
Posted by emo poems on November 5, 2011 at 00:30 am
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why is it when i try im never good enough. my teachers say i have a gift in writing. but they just want to make me feel like im a fitting piece. i still see my self a soul set adrift. flowing down a river of pain and endless time. time is my worst fear. time yells the truth of misery and nevers fails to hurt you. time shows people the true you. time helps people jugde and dismantle you. time is the enemy of people like me. time is that fateful night that never goes away. time is in your dreams it lingers over you. its like a weight that pulls you down into that river of pain. it drowns you in your sarrow and past griefs. i wonder what life would be if time were none existent. i wonder if then i’d be set free. free from the dark cold waters of past and pain and up to the glorified light of day.
by time
Posted by emo poems on November 4, 2011 at 20:26 pm
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We sit and weep in memory
of days brushed by a Summer breeze,
that with it’s luxurious hand,
like the flick of a wizard’s wand
could dry away the falling tears
it’s agony and lonely fear.
Then does the Autumn come to greet
and drops it’s leave there at our feet,
crunch underfoot the fallen green
and purples, browns, a vibrant scene.
Faint rays of sunlight sneak within,
the scenic forest, free of sin,
and lovers waltz within the glades,
their waltz of love, within to stay
for Winter waits with sharpened teeth
awaiting it’s unwitting feast.
Once trees be bare, an ugly sight
and clouds do shroud the calming light,
howl bitter winds across the plains,
snow does replace the autumn rain,
and Pan does bring a frost that bites
it’s victim in the lonely night.
Pray for spring and the dawn again,
for birds to sing and call the names
of lovers that they’d duly left
as winter’s curtain freely swept,
across the lands with evil eyes
and beating hearts were soon to die,
as lovely ones forced to flee to warmth,
far South from home, abscond the storm
that belew all nature’s beauty far
from light into foreboding dark,
for months in such a gloomy place
do pray in quiet for the day
when sun shall shine with joyful love,
gleam it’s wishes unto the grove
where flowers shall begin to grow,
just as they had a year ago,
burst forth from buds to find their peace,
await the pure of Summer’s breeze.
by William Field
Posted by emo poems on November 4, 2011 at 17:53 pm
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things are hard in life.
its times like these that make us cry.
and yet i keep carrying on .the past is the past and i cant change it.
so i guess love is an incredible con.
The phone doesnt ring when he says it will.
skins untouched and lips unkissed.
disappointment fills my brian and heart.
the only thing that makes me fall is your broken promise after your broken promise.
tears fill my eyes but do you care?
sure you say u love me but its so hard to believe it.
if you could prove it i would probily believe because i love u.
those are all of loves flaws.
by Maribeth Jackson
Posted by emo poems on November 4, 2011 at 17:01 pm
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Do they care
Is it demented, that the pain feels good, the self-inflicted pain. The pain from the blade, how it feels to press it to my skin, to scar my arms. Everyone of them is oblivious that I do this. Why, do they not care, do they refuse to agnolage it, or do they simply not notice it.
No, they have to notice it, my friends have to notice it, my family may be oblivious, but they can’t be, they can’t be, they have to see. How can they not see, if they see how can they not ask or do something. I have gone so far, I may have lost myself in my depression, I have tried to end myself. How can they not notice. How can they not notice, they have to, they have to.
They, they care about me, right. Right?
by Avery
Tags:Avery, Blade, Depression, Scar, Self Inflicted Pain
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