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EMO here is mine I totally wrote this

I open my eyes
I try to see but I'm blinded by the white light.
I can’t remember how
I can’t remember why
I'm lying here tonight
And I can’t STAND the pain
And I can’t make it go away
No I can’t STAND the pain

*CHORUS*
How could this happen to me
I've made my mistakes
got nowhere to run
The night goes on as I’m fading away
I'm sick of this life
I just wanna scream
How could this happen to me

Everybody’s screaming
I try to make a sound but no one hears me
I’m slipping off the edge
I’m hanging by a thread
I wanna start this over again
So I try to hold
On to a time when
Nothing mattered
And I can’t explain
What happened and I can’t erase the things that I’ve done
No I can’t

*CHORUS*
How could this happen to me
I've made my mistakes
got nowhere to run
The night goes on as I’m fading away
I’m sick of this life
I just wanna scream
How could this happen to me

I've made my mistakes
got nowhere to run
The night goes on as I’m fading away
I’m sick of this life
I just wanna scream
How could this happen to me

Dang you can wright a poem

Happy Dreams of Murder


I'll tell you what is wrong with me
I hope you will not weep
Happy dreams of murder are enchanting my nights sleep

Nothing wakes me late at night sedatives stopped all that
I wouldn't even wake up if you hit me with a bat
My dreams are filled with bloodshed the massacre won't stop
I can't restrain the pleasure i gain from spilling every drop

I've killed the guys who've pissed me off every worthless sot
Killed Franks, and Jeffs, and many Bobs, and a guy whose name was Scott
My method is machine gun as they lined up in their cue
Perhaps they are all lawyers thinking i'm the next they'll sue

Maybe the media has trained me to be
Less sensitive to my fellows humanity
Or maybe i have inherited a relatives insanity

No matter what the truth is i chalk it up to fate
It's better to murder in your sleep than dream of a face you hate
Happy dreams of murder are giving me my good nights rest
Nightmares filled with violence excite my heart the best

Happy dreams of Murder are where my nights are mired
It's silly but i dream of killing when im truly tired

BEAU GOLDEN

Does it have to be mine?

Jeez what kind of stupid question is that , my poem is mine solely and not stolen from an emo band called simple plan like people would think

BEHIND THESE WALLS

Behind these walls I see it all from
shimering eyes to broken hearts.

Behind These Walls I hear it all
from loud whispers to quiet screams.

Regardless of the echoes, it doesn't reach my ears and the grace
slips through my fingers.

But behind these walls my broken wings start to mend
and flies me to a world of magic were dead dolls speak lively words.

Everyone is a shield that guards from the sharpest of swords
and the protection is based on who you are.

Let us dance with the stars but the only the
stars I can touch is created by our body friction.

Behind these walls the magic upon me is seen through the eye
of a pure soul and all of it is passed down to the blessed child.


By PlayDead

-Death-

Kill me! kill me!

poems suck haiku's are where it's at

writing a haiku
it is quite bad dont you think
the fuzz will kill us

@ logain: too bad I already know it's from simple plan

Can you do it or do you give up?

Do you know the feeling
When you’re standing on your own?
When your thoughts are reeling
Like there’s nothing you’ve ever known.
Then it’s time for you to be strong
The time to reach for the stars
To find out to where you belong.

Do you know the feeling
When in the mass you drown?
When you’re missing the healing
And they only try to bring you down.
Then ignore the ennerving stuff
Then take a deep breath
And scream out loud:I don’t have enough!

Do you know the feeling,
When you don‘t know where to begin to?
When you’re just kneeling
And you don’t know where to continue.
You need somebody to hear you
Because your’re calling
You need somebody to catch you
Because you’re falling.
Then say to yourself ‘‘yup‘,
I’ll try it!‘
Then you know
Can you do it or do you give up?

It does not have to be yours

haikus are poems

If You Forget Me - by Pablo Neruda
(love poem, but I think it is also a patriotic poem)

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.

no offence but i think i have just entered emo land.

Not really. If the poetry is good, I don't think you can call it emo