Profile of an Emo........?

Take heed that i wrote this. I do not do these things, it is simply observation and assessment. (What do you think of this poem?)





Profile of an Emo





I rest here and sit


Cutting up your pics


As i wish to slit my wrists


with rusted bits


of broken razor blades;


I hide behind this shade


of black that seems to fade,


and seems to erase


after tears run down and smear


my eyeshadow that bleeds black in the mirror;


No one seems to understand


this pain inside...


So, i run and hide


within the vessels of my mind;


The only light that resides


is within the back of my eyes;


I wake to a sun that's cloaked in black velvet...


I sleep beneath a moon


that hangs in a blue sky.


It shines bright


as it sets upon the


earth's western skyline;


As i write


The blood i bleed


mixes with the ink;


It forms words that coalesce and burn holes through the page;


I stand before you as i take my last bow on stage;


I shall fade away


back into this darkness i call shade...


Lachrymose;

Profile of an Emo........?
I personally think it should have been stopped after "The only light that resides is within the back of my eyes." After that is just like a whole nother poem. Good writing though.
Reply:woah i like love it


i went through an emo stage in my life before


but i love how you made most of it rhymes. very good
Reply:I loved your poem as it was great it but as a emo lady we all not in the same package as we have different styles inspirations and tastes.Yes we like the darker side of life but being EM is not bad as matter of fact i do so love it.
Reply:Wow,smile, its sad ,and , A beautiful,truth of pain, that no one should ever feel
Reply:I just wanna let you know get the gras on what a true emo is..before asking bout a poem bout us ppl! sO GoOd lUcK!
Reply:*sigh*...so dark...yet so brooding and deep...
Reply:Beautiful poem!





It's too bad that in this forum we can't be more honest. When I first started, I posted a poem, and some nice fellow said words to the effect, ... well, come to think of it, I'll just quote him, because, after all, he wrote it, and in a public forum: I'm sure he's actually quite proud about what he said.





This is his comment about my poem, my very first posting on Yahoo answers," By the way, you may believe your heavy handed overly worded insignificant jumble of meaningless tripe the greatest thing since Poe but its really a pathetic attempt.”





I'll be honest with you, I was a little hurt, because I have been in Yahoo poetry groups for 5-6 years and even have a couple of my own, and we don't talk to each other like that. But in this forum, any time you offer your writing, you stand the chance of getting this kind of stuff.





You also get a lot, I have noticed of comments that indicate pretty clearly that the person completely missed your point and either can't read, is lazy, has diminished mental capacity or serious social issues, if not psychological issues. And that is why you, and I, and we, have gotten smarter now, and write little intro's to our poems.





I once wrote this: "Enjoy the sentiment? You can despise it if you like. I know this forum now. If so, sorry wasted your time?" You know, and it's sad, but what I was doing was fending off, in advance, some of the real deadbeat comments. Yes, deadbeat.





I'm not angry about deadbeat answers; but I'm just raising the subject, because they cast a pall over the community. When people are allowed to vent their personal problems through this forum, it has an effect. You know, we used to say, "Put mind into gear; engage mouth (or pen) (or keyboard).





Words can cut like a knife. Yes words, and everyone knows it. I can say words to you that hurt more than a hard slap in your face or a punch in your gut. Sooooooooooo easy, just like that. And that's just chicken ... Really chicken, the numbies that hide in their little rooms somewhere and spew out their neuroses and ... enough.





It’s not hard to be mean: any idiot can do that. It’s not always easy to care about other people’s feelings and make a positive inter-personal and social contribution with our words, action, lives.





I'm actually making a point.





The point is this. That's a beautiful "love-lost" poem. At a certain moment, when we realize that a true love has been lost, it is like all life itself is lost. Life has no value or meaning, but more than that, the feelings are intense -max.





I believe that honesty requires all of us to admit, share and sign-in on this one. Further, if you don't, you're lying or you've never been in love.





Love is, in many ways what we ultimately live for, whether we realize it or are willing to admit it or not. Love: giving it and receiving it, sharing it spreading it around, treasuring it, nurturing it, experiencing it, feeling it, writing about it, sharing about it.





Machos who can't own up to this is are a sad case.





I'll take your poem just as it is.





I've been there, done that.





Too bad we can't share the most important things in life, isn't it?





Really too bad that we have to "lighten up" and swirl around in superficialities.





How are you?





I'm good.





What 's happening?





Samo-samo





You good?





Yea, good.





Liar liar pants on fire; your nose is as long as a telephone wire.





Social etiquette? Oh yes, it has it's place.





Keep your problems to yourself?





Well ... I'd say, "Keep your problems where someone can appreciate them and empathize with them."





And beautiful poetry?





sad to say, is truly not for the masses





...





Sorry, I just thought I'd engage





Everyone else does.
Reply:Tis true, as one said, not all emo are like this.


But if you were truely in the world of that pain, true emo you would be!!


To be, is to see.

teeth grinding