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emoNo one knows till they taste it
No one cares till they lose it
No one bleeds till they live it
No one wants to admit it
No one can be without it
No one truly lives till they feel it

Emo

I don't understand
How you can sit back
How you can make your family cry
As you attempt to mesh with the fad

You don't know what pain is
You don't understand what it can do
You never felt true pain
Your soul was never ripped out of your throat

Try losing your family
Not just your boyfriend
To be torn apart from the arms of your mother
To see the dissapointed eyes of your father

Try struggling for food and shelter
Watching your children starve
Because you can't feed them
Because you can't take care of them

Try watching your child
Slash open their wrists
Because they think that reality didn't love them
You don't know true pai

The Emo Song

Sorry guys, I changed the poem to a picture format and added that nasty watermark. I'm sick of people stealing it. I really don't know why you guys like this poem. It's really crappy and horribly written.

I don't care if you can't read it anymore, but I hope you still enjoy. c:

Emo....Arms fold
Head bows
Legs curl
Tears flow

How can someone understand
what it means to be
alone?
One
person, one
girl.
Alone, in
a grasping darkness called
life.

She sits in her corner,
tears blurring
the world created
for her
by others.

Unloved, unexperienced,
naked, naive.
Innocent.

Death seems her only path,
her only
escape.
An easy way
out,
from the pain,
from the fear.

Redemption in a
blade.

Silver flashes
Crimson runs
Flesh whitens

EmoCries
Cries
Cries
Stops crying
Cries again
Wears a girls shirt
Cries because that girl left
Feels sensitive
Cries
Cries
Should get shot so their mother can be Emo.
And so I can laugh for a little wile

Of Emo

"We are so emo."
That's the only thing in my friend Tyler's AOL Instant Messenger profile. It's his way of describing the two of us in the simplest of terms. As far as I know, we're the only two people alive that will own up to the title. Near as I can tell it spells death for anyone else.
What are we owning up to? Our tight shirts, straight-legged jeans, messy hair, and thick-rimmed glasses? Our penchant for bands our age that moan about exclusion, the girl that they can't have, and angry sex? Our shameless fancies for Mandy Moore, Love Actually, and Star Wars?
The stereotypi

Emo WhoreTears come to find my eyes
Why can't I find the courage to cry?
I can't live a moment without you
I'm trying to hold on to us
But you seem to let go of me
Nothing seems to go my way
I'm falling fast to the floor
They say that sticks and stones
Can brake your bones
But words can shatter your soul
Be careful with what you say
My soul is cracked near to brake
Nothing could ever fix me
I hold back the tears and try to hide
But I'm just another emo whore
I've been told to cheer up
But how can I when your not here
You say learn to let go
What is there to let go?
Don't tell me you love me
Show me you love me
I'm scared that time

emo girl

Your Longing for death
but your not willing to leave life
happiness left
with out saying good bye

but don't cry emo girl
wipe your little tears
save them for another turn
you've survived all these years

stirring in the night
not being able to sleep
wondering with a fight
"why did it have to be me?"

and in your waking hour
you still have the same mine set
the feeling creeping over like a tower
"I wasn't ready to let him go yet"

but don't cry emo girl
wipe your little tears
save them for another turn
you've survived all these years

your parents fight every chance they get
but it happens to a lot of us
please don't forget

EmoIs this "over-emotional"?
Is this "over-emotional" to you?
Crying in an empty glass,Worrying about the things you might do?
Am I some sort of a liar? Just wanting to be cool?
Is this "over-emotional" to you?

Behind my back I hear all the things you say,
Complaining about me complaining when I'm away,
So why'd you choose to stay?
Why did you stay?
It's not my fault my life ended up this way.

Is this "over-emotional"
Is this "over-emotional" to you?
When I slit my wrists, and you notice at school.
Yeah, I cry because I have feelings too,
I cry because of the things that you do.
Is this "over-emotional" to you?

I walk right past

Emo?Emo?
is it really that bad?
you cant accept the fact
that i get a little sad?
that i am a little mad?
so i favor black
and i dont like pink
you use those as reasons
to make my soul sink
so some of us cut
and some of us dont
we can smile
laugh love and live
we're just not like the rest
sure we cry
we want to die
but none of you understand
its not like we had planned
to live life like this
to spend our days
depressed and amiss
we're not bad people
we dont worship satan
we're not out to kill anyone
we just dont like the world
as much as everyone else
and we dont like ourselves
as much as we could
but we're ok with tha

EmoThe Darkness becomes me,
As I fall into pain.
My life is nothing but pain.
Outside is gay,
So in the dark I will play…
Forever Alone…
I’m an individual because I dress like my friends,
And I will decide when my life ends…

A swirling torrent of hurt and despair,
As I run bloody fingers through my own hair.
Unhappy and withered, for here I will sit.

All just because
My girl-pants don’t fit.

EmoSo what if I'm emo?
So what if I cry?

I'm not THAT emotional,
I dont want to die.

So what if I dress in a different style?
There's no need to scream and run for a mile

I dont like to cut and abuse my arm,
I am not depressed,
so why cause self harm?

Could it be that I am just like you?
That I can smile, giggle and laugh along too?

Could it be that I am happy with myself?
It's just that I am not some pretty doll on the shelf.

Could it be that the only reason i dye my hair black;
Is because I dont want to be some barbie in a bimbo girl pack.

These are the reasons, and I'll tell you why,
that I dont look in the mirror and start to

Emo

Falling, feeling so weightless.
So free, falling headfirst into…

I opened my eyes and saw,
Darkness and I fell into its embrace.
Into the nothingness,

The abyss is so quiet.
So peaceful and serene,
Is this death?
I never imagined it like this…

So quiet,
I smiled at the emptiness before me.
I could have sworn it smiled back.
I lay at the cold marbles of emptiness.

And slept,
I began to dream.
I dreamt of…

Bright light flashed into my vision.
I woke up with a start.
I flinched,
"Are you all right?"

"Yes" I said, as I felt your comforting hand on my shoulder.
This is just a dream after all…

Emo

Emo is black.
Emo is red.
Emo is a love of darkness,
But always needing some light.
Emo is the way you look,
But more the way you are.
Emo is resisting the world
Because you can't stand routine.
Emo is loving everyone you know,
Even if sometimes you wish they didn't exist.
Emo is hurting yourself or your body
When deep down you really love them both.
Emo is making your own choices,
While relying on your friends to make it through.
But really, emo is not caring how fucked up you are,
Cause there are so many friends just as fucked up as you.
Emo isn't hate.
Emo is love.

EmoA tear seems to fall from space
and land on her check.
It adds to a river
that falls off her chin.
The stain of blood on her sleeve,
She looks at her arm
with pulsing eyes she stares at the blood,
like her tears, running.
Afraid of her peers comments
labeling her for something she is not.
Emo, the word rang sourly.
The tears ran faster,
as though racing the blood.
Her black hair clings to her face,
and again she cuts.
One for the laughter,
Once for the looks,
another for her pain,
Her arm pulsing,
One for the names,
One more for the pushing.
She watches her pain drain from her arm.
She smiles, then thinks,
they will pu

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ForgottenI’ve forgotten what her voice sounds like.
I’ve forgotten the evil grin in her face
Every time I lay shattered all over the floor.
Weeks without her foul words and pointy personality
Has scuffed her out of my memory.
All there’s left is a rotten sock and
The distant image of her sharp-edged face.

She always tried to bring me down
Arrest me for my flaus and imprison me with her negativity,
Drown me in her freezing slime.
She tried to swallow me whole and
Decompose me
Along with her garbage, worn-out phrases and lousy debates.
She always tried to poison me,
And her criticism stung my face over and ove

HeartbeatI cut of my movements,
Put them in a box for you.
I placed my shoes
In your hands and chained myself in your office.

I put my tongue on your plate,
Gave myself to you in every way possible.
I deleted myself to be with you, and you only.
I set my pain on fire to fit into your small, white squares.

At the end
I ripped out my words
And made them follow your heartbeat.

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by ~LittleSushi, Oct 14, 2006, 8:45:29 AM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

I wear striped socks.
I listen to Lostprophets.
I sometimes wear a black tie with tiny little sculls on it.
I read books.
I’m not too pretty.
I eat chocolate when I’m depressed.
I sometimes feel as though
The only right thing to do
Is to crawl up inside of me and die
With Tori Amos in the background.
Am I Emo enough for you?

You wear everything striped lately.
You lined up your soul in black and white.
You hate pink.
You say that you hate it when people label you.

Then maybe you should quit labelling yourself?

Maybe you should stop looking down on girls because they wear pink.
Maybe they’re being themselves as well.
You don’t know if
They
Ever wanna crawl up in themselves and die.
You don’t know them anymore than you know yourself.
Maybe they also cut themselves and hate their life?
Maybe they listen to Lostprophets too.

And by the way;
I know your little secret.
You are not depressed.
The earth doesn’t rotate around you.
Your parents _do_ love you.
You _are_ special and unique
Along with every blond, pink-wearing girl out there.
You’re not more Emo then me.
You’re fifteen.

Emo?by ~LittleSushi

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

So... Just something I wrote in a few minutes... I tried to put it in scraps, but the stupid thing wouldn't let me! DX
I haven't really got the whole Emo-consept.

A guy in my class found a small, sharp metal-thingy in class once, and he said: "Hey! Let's play Emo." And I answered: "...or not..." And he replied: "Well you _are_ Emo, so you do it all the time."

I was wearing a black tie with tiny sculls on it that day. Obviously, Black tie = hardcore Emo. XD

Comments and stuff are welcome!

(Please remember that this was supposed to go on scraps.)

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~UKlinx233 May 3, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

i've been labed emo all because of the '!' cut on my rist... yeah so what i have a fringe that covers one eye. so what i laugh when im in pain, that happend only today. what the fudge am i??

~bizarrestar203 Feb 4, 2013 Student Artist

people think 'im Emo cause i'm difefrent that just because i wear hoodyes and jeans, screw those girls at my school,they can go suck it i'm not Emo though sadly I am suicidal I don't understand should I be feeling these emotions at age 11?

~slenderpony12345 Feb 7, 2013

No one should feel the need to kill themselves but they do. And I'm one of them and I'm 13..so...I guess..it just depends on the kind of people you know and stuff like that.

~bizarrestar203 Feb 7, 2013 Student Artist

oh..yeah im 11 but please don't kill yourself you don't just end it cause it's hard,you stick it out for as long as you need to help the folks,you care about.plus your very talented so..yeah.

~skull-thedevilsheart Dec 5, 2012 Hobbyist

i cut myself and no one knows but i hide it so no one will know but i'm happy most of the time i wear pink all the time no one knows i'm Emo

~NekkoVocaloid Nov 27, 2012 Professional Artisan Crafter

"Then maybe you should quit labelling yourself?"
Your obviously labeling yourself as an Emo.
Hypocrite.

!lokilondon321 Nov 14, 2012 Hobbyist Artist

that piece of literature is really beautiful. im emo too, i wear black and white striped ties tho, lol. r lostprophets a band? if so i think ill check them out. And i dont look down on the other girls coz they wear pink, its cuz they r bitches. (again, lol) and im twelve.
hav u heard of taking back sunday?

~izzyizz303 Nov 8, 2012 Hobbyist Photographer

I hate when people think that everybody who wears, black all the time is Emo....I'm Emo, I don't deny it, and I cut my self, I have the scars....But...seriously.....

~CheekyTekk Nov 5, 2012 Student General Artist

Yeh... I ish called emo and people ask me/// {which is fuckin offensive} and people insult me

~MischiefMeli17 Aug 12, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

haha sweet poem!i was and still am labeled emo and it is a bit offensive but i find it funny because that poem sums up my little step sister! i think she thinks i'm cool or something and now lately shes dressing like me and saying she's so "scene".

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