Emos welcome!!
Wull, I figured that Apathetic Obsessiveness was gonna get packed with all the emo poems I wanted to put in... but yeah! I have a whole ton, and if you want to contribute, please do! Please don't swear in them tho, Im tryin to break that habit myself, and I don wanna get kicked off here! Because if you swear, that sets me off, and....
Sorry, I digress. Have fun everyone!
And please PM me if you want to be a guest poster here... btw, i accept everyone, unless ur a jerk, ok?
This one's a little short, but I was thinking about the theme this morning. I'm conveying the message through the message, see? Agh. Lame.
nothing can hurt so much
as the words we humans know
yelled across the room
loud as thunder
or breathed into ones ear
quiet as a stream
each painful in its own way
used to degrade kith kin not just enemies
there is one
who takes the words
they make her stronger
soon she will use them
some for love
some for hate
all for revenge
this also previewable on my world
Reality.
A vortex of pain.
Why do we take it?
An emotion that creates
The starting point at which
We spiral into a void of nothingness
From which suicide comes.
A release known
Only to those
Who want to escape
The agony of life.
Some believe living to be simple,
But its a tragic drama.
We act as characters in a play.
Stopping evey time to change masks.
Again I ask.
Why do we take it?
The answer is simple.
We are nothing but shells.
What is there to guard with?
Once more simple.
Nothing.
For this is the pain of Shadows.
This is for you, frfry! Seeing as you like my emo goodness 
Here goes!
a past that i dont want to remember
memories ive blotted out
thrown into the light
i withdraw into the darkness
become the darkness
hoping that no one will follow
i became a heartless beast
attempting to hide myself
from myself
people follow
friends who are still attracted to me
attracted like a moth to the flame
for reasons that neither of us can
understand
except that we are attracted to destruction
our own destruction
it is my duty
to welcome them with warm embraces
and be a good hostess
while i try to repel them
they are the stars
upon the night
forever promising
to light my life
not knowing what waits for them
in the cold arms
of my embrace
I don't have a boyfriend, but if I did... with my luck this is probably what would happen.
waiting
waiting
my heart is heavy
hes not here
will he be?
has he finally ditched me?
with each passing hour minute second
days go by
and still i wait
here for you.
can you not see me?
the clock ticking
each tick pierces my heart
and still you dont come
i am sick of life
fed up with waiting
like a lapdog for its master
that was shot in the streets
fed up with you
who have no heart
fed up with myself
for being that lapdog
and thats how
you walked out
and i abandoned you before it could happen
and we will erase
each other
from our hearts
forever
Hey there wolf. i know this is not really a very emo poem but its a sad one and its the best i got so far. Please indulge my lacking skills.
Cycles
What’s your favorite season I asked
Laying in the light green grass of the fields
Spring you said when the clouds are soft
And the fields alive with green
In those days we would stay for hours
Talking of thing only lovers did
In the sweet and cool evenings
When the breeze whispers through the trees
What’s your favorite season you asked me
Laying on the emerald green grass of the fields
Summer I said when the days are hot, the nights cool
And the fields are high and green
In those days we would lay for hours your arms in mine
Doing things only true lovers could do
In the hot and passionate evenings
When the cicadas sung in the trees
What’s your least favorite season I asked
Laying far from you in the golden field
Fall you said as you looked away
When all the trees are dying and the fruit rots on the branches
In those days we had begun to fight
Screaming at each other over tiny things
in the bitter cold and empty evening
When the trees would moan their leaves falling like tears
What’s your least favorite season you asked me
As you carried your bags to the door
Winter I said when everything is frozen and cold
the fields are brown and dieing
That day You were leaving me
and there was nothing I could do
But look upon the sleeping land
and wish for spring to return
