Poems

Emo guys enjoy the highs,
Of wearing tight pants around their thighs,
Even though their sperm count goes low,
Out the door in their tight pants they go,
Love to paint their nails and dye their hair,
Elders don't understand, they just look and stare,
Black liner is found around their eye,
It drips down their face when they cry,
In depression they cut here and cut there,
Life sucks, it's so unfair,
Writing a poem and a song,
Sit sad and depressed all day long,
They love bands like The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus,
My Chemical Romance, Panic! at the Disco, and The Used,
[Where the bands came up with these names I'm totally confused],
Listen to music to feel at ease,
Go to Hot Topic and buy the tees,
Black is the number one color,
They wouldn't have it any other,

I don't understand why,

But a lot of emo kids are bi,
I sometimes wonder what will happen when the emo kids are all gone into their ditches,
Will their be any tight pants left, or will they all need stitches?,
There is one thing I do know,
After generation emo,
We'll be stuck asking, "Where did all the black nail polish go?"

The men walked through the night,

Armed and cheering for a fight,

At the first chance they get,

They attack without any regret,

Punched a stranger in the head,

They dragged him off into an old shed,

Wrapped him up in bloody ropes,

Lifted him up with high hopes,

Struck him down in his hip,

Took out a deadly whip,

Stinging lashes to his back,

His skin begins to peel and crack,

He has to set himself loose,

Or prepare for even more abuse,

Night brings severing pains,

With bolts, locks, and rusty chains,

Twisted knots tied even tighter,

Grab the fluid and get the lighter,

All that can be seen is the roaring flame,

He's at the end of his game,

 

People are burned with the image in their mind,

Ashes are all that are left behind,

The men are long gone into the night,

Never to be caught in anyone's sight,

A trial for this tragedy never occured,

Nor would the victim ever be heard,

Will the men ever have any remorse,

For their brutally cruel force,

Well the murders never stopped,

And eventually the case was dropped,

This justice system is so unfair,

But death doesn't really seem to care.

I'm the failure in part,

I couldn't reach you at heart,

I miss when it was just you and I,

And now you're tangled in a great, big lie,

I can't save you now,

I just don't know how,

 

I could never imagine this day,

We're both going our own way,

This nightmare is so horrific,

You're Atlantic and I'm heading Pacific,

A continent away,

That's where my broken heart will lay,

 

I miss the popcorn fights,

And flying kites,

Candy for brunch,

And old cereal for lunch,

The Sunday morning hike,

And learning to ride a bike,

 

Counting cars ride on by,

Staring at stars in the sky,

Watching planes fly away,

We watch again the next day,

Searching for fossils in the ground,

Dirt is all we ever found,

 

From blue to brick house at dinner time

We listen to Grandpa tell a rhyme,

After we eat,

We have a treat,

Some ice cream here and ice cream there,

Cookies and Newtons' we don't care,

 

We run upstairs,

Take naps in bean bag chairs,

Laugh at stupid things,

Make paper wings,

Learn how to play cards,

Run through other people's yards,

 

We laughed at each other,

You weren't just a cousin,

You were like a brother,

A friend greater than any other,

An amazing guy,

Why did you have to believe in her lie,

 

In my eyes you had died,

You were no longer by my side,

But I know it's not all your fault,

That our lives are put on hault,

And our dreams are crushed,

And our voices hushed,

 

If I could give you a word of wisdom or two,

It's always, always stay you,

I've known you since the day you were born,

Until the day you got your heart torn,

Keep yourself great,

Before it's too late,

 

I'll see you again,

My long lost friend,

Even in the bitter end,

Our wounds will mend,

But for now I miss you so,

I wish you didn't have to go,

 

Maybe we'll once again laugh and joke,

Drink flat, expired coke,

Watch T.V. until three or four,

Sleep on the dirty, smelly floor,

Read a long bedtime story,

We'll live again with all our glory,

 

For now innocence is a fail,

But one day it will prevail.