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poems from the darkSlowly, i fade...
... unable to become free,
I fall into darkness and shadows.
Save my the hand of God...
I ally both I hate life and
the enviable death.

Life is a messed-up dream,
a cold hearted coma
when you realize you place
and watch you life pass you by
you will know what a waste you were

Emo PoemsYou make me smile when I feel suicidal,
You made me grin when I downed the gin.
Bottoms up, half a cup,
Poisoned with an Overdose of pills.

That sadistic smile's been haunting me for a while.
He wanted me to perish so him I couldn't cherish.
He took my love and sent him above,
But I fear I'll be going the other Way.

Shadows creeping on the wall, they all hate me after all,
They did this to my soul, now they have reached their macabre goal.
Gun to my head, I feel slightly dead,
No matter what's Before me.

Perfume with blood, spots on my hair,
My life is torturous, too much to bear.
Alone I cry, alone I die,
Misery has left me Co

Poems of DeathDark Room
Here in this dark room
I sit in the gloom
They left me here all alone
With nothing to do but moan
I can hear Death's call
I think I'll end it all

Death's Call
I can hear Death's call
Into his arms I want to fall
I'll be out of this mess
There'll be no more stress
In the light of the moon
I'll be home very soon

Rot To The Bones
In this coffin I'm all alone
Left to rot away to the bone
Its quiet and dark in here
I'm at peace, there's nothing to fear
So leave me alone
While I rot to the bone

I Wouldn't Be Here
My skin feels cold to the touch
I long for warmth so much
When I feel hot flames licking at my skin
I

Emo Poems

Regret --

Many things I regret
I want to take them back
But it's too late
I can never take them back
They've already hurt me so much
What can I do now?

Inside this HELL --

Light fades away
Darkness takes over
My control is gone
I can't be free
Alone and trapped inside this hell
Why won't you save me?
Because it's too late
I'm gone
Lost forever in the darkness

Depressing PoemsSorry --

What if she died?
And at the funeral her parents told you,
"You could have saved her from herself."
How would that make you feel?
And that night you went home
Sat in your room alone
And killed yourself
Just to be with her again and tell her
"I'm sorry."

Friends --

Why do people try to help me?
Do they care?
I guess they do
But all I do is hurt them
Especially Sarah
She keeps trying to help me
But all I do is push her away
She's my best friend
Why can't I just let her help?

Emptiness --

What if I died right now?
How would you fell?
Sad, depressed, torn apart?
Or would you feel nothing,
But an empty place that

Poems...My Name's Red

The Color On
The Dead Rose
That Bleeds For You

Im A Single Tear
On A Suicide Letter
That Died For You

Im A Gravestone
In A Cemetary
With Etches in My Skin
To Only Remember Me

PoemsWhat These Eyes See

With these eyes, I look at thee
And see not what others see
Instead I see beneath the mask
To find out what, you need not ask
You need but look into your heart
To find out what you truly are
Your heart is black, far from divine
But shame on me, for so is mine.

My Angel

You are my angel, and even though
Your skin may not be as white as snow
Your wings they are the deepest black
That would put to shame a witch’s cat
And instead of a halo, you have horns
The tips of which are sharp as thorns
You’re still my angel, and you should know
Whatever your destination, my soul will go.

Trapped

I feel I

short poems

Unheard

My soul trembles as I speak
Pleading for acknowledgement
Strong words, full of meaning
Completely unheard.

Eyes

Gate way to the soul,
So they say,
I don’t believe.
People these days
Could care less.

Alone

Awake to the morn with no greeting,
Nor at night not a sweet dream.
Breakfast, nonexistent,
Lunch, mask wearing,
Dinner, listening.
When the day is done
Sleep by thy self;
Only dreams and loneliness to keep company.

Heart

Pieces fall off,
As the years pass by.
Bruises fade,
As time continues.
Scars reopen and close,
When I think of you.

Better this way

It’s better this way,
That’s what I

I HATE EMO POEMSI'm sick of poems
that that talk of death
and how your stupid
boyfriend left

lets not get up
and get a life
just grab your paper,
pen, and knife

lets talk of blood
upon the floor
and lovely darkness
we adore

all you say
is "my life rots"
and then you write
your emo thoughts

no one cares
about your dreads
and how you just
wish you were dead

they aren't as deep
as you might think
when you say in them
"my life will sink"

I really hate
your "broken wings"
and screeching songs
your dumb heart sings

these emo poems
are really stale
all they make
IS EPIC FAIL

you say your tears
are full of blood
and cry so much

2 depressing poemsFalling

I am falling
Into the endless night
Of darkness.
Things rush by me as I fall,
A wilted flower,
A ruined child's toy,
Still I fall forever

I am falling,
Not knowing where;
Or when;
Or why.
All I know is the darkness,
And the shadows.
Still I fall forever.

I am falling,
I open my hand,
Eyes straining in the black light,
My palm is streaked with blood.
I recoil, clench my fist hard,
With blood soaked fingers.
And still I fall forever.

I am falling,
My soul – like a caged bird,
But no bars to hold me,
No locks to keep me.
I must endure the pain,
Of eternal captivity.
And still, I fall forever..

Dying Soul

As

Collection of PoemsTell me

Tell me that they lie.
The voices in my head,
that are saying
It's my fault.
Don't tell me
That it was fate.
The truth will always be
If I hadn't have done that
Then this wouldn't have
happened.
So tell me they lie.
That it really isn't
My fault.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Alone

You are never alone.
Everything you've been through,
All you have seen,
You're not the first.
So when you feel
like everything is too much
Remember this and know
You're not alone.
I will always be here
for there is no where
I'd rather be
Then right here
Helping you through
all that pains you.
You're not alone,
and

EMO is notEMO is not
Side bangs
Black T-shirts
Or skulls
EMO is not
Cutting yourself
Or hating the world because it doesn't revolve around you
Not locking your door
Or a type of music
EMO is not a person
EMO is
A feeling of being completely alone
It is not hate the world for not revolving around you
It's hating yourself for not for not being seen by anyone in the world
Not hating the world
But yourself
Emo means Emotional
Not hate or goth
But the ability to feel and see yourself
And be able to express yourself
Wearing black because you feel you're not part of a set pack

Shakespeare Hates My Emo PoemsI’ve found myself,
time after time,
baring my soul for all to see.
And even now,
in simple rhyme,
set loose from bonds of slavery.
My heart’s fetters unleashed – I’m free.

Then you come
and crudely say:
“Who cares about your heartfelt work?
No one would
consent to pay
For something that’s one single perk
Lies in an accidental quirk.”

Your tone is harsh,
unlearned and brutal:
you do not think before you speak,
else you would re-
a-lise my cries
tell of more than just salty cheeks.
Can you see the blood that leaks?

And the great poet,
with plays and sonnets,
is dragged into the fighting

Poems Of A Demi-EmoDepression.
The Emo Roe.
Hit Me Hard.
In The Face.
With A Fist Of Glass.
Bloody Shards Of Pain.
Where Are My Tweezers?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sadness.
You Only Exist.
To Separate The Happiness.
From What Kills Us.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Haiku Is Good For You.
Like Cool Water In Your Soul.
Try, You May Like It.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Die.
You Lie.
Death Is Painless.
You Label Me, I'll Label You.
You Confront Me, I'll Run You Through.
Your Vision Is Clouded By Your Prefabricated View.
I Ponder Why You Hate Me So, So

PoemsA poem is something,
Not everyone can write,
A poem can make,
Long and restless nights,

A poem can be,
Anything you feel,
A poem is also,
Something you can steal,

A poem is personal,
From the start to the end,
A poem is one time,
No one can pretend.

Because when you write one,
It may be filled with doubt,
A poems a good thing,
Because its my way out.

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Dark Poems

by ~Legolas3-14, Apr 18, 2009, 7:00:24 PM
Literature / Poetry / Horror / Traditional Fixed Forms

This is my problem,
My burden to bear,
Searching for my Nirvana,
But it just isn’t there,

Don’t try to help,
You’d be wasting your time,
There’s nothing left to do now,
But poetry and rhyme,

My lust for pain,
My lust for blood,
This will be my undoing,
But for now it tastes so good,

Forsaken all my friends,
And my family, too,
They can’t help at all,
Their “love” is not true,

Carving poetry into my skin,
Red ink trickles down my arm,

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WARNING:These poems are very dark/depressed/emo

~ViperRawrs Mar 29, 2013 New member Hobbyist Writer

This is great

~ShadowsGirl9 Dec 29, 2012

"Forsaken all my friends,
And my family, too,
They can’t help at all,
Their “love” is not true,"

love this poem. i can especially relate to the above lines

~Murasaki-Shitsuji Jun 15, 2012 Hobbyist Digital Artist

Your poem's speak your thoughts. That's what makes them unique.

~TheMysteriousPoet Dec 26, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

i like them.

~purplemadness501 Dec 11, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

Luv it

~Xzaviur Jun 7, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

Great job.

~CeaselessLove May 26, 2011

Wow... Though I'm not emo, I find myself conecting with the lines as I read!! Very visualizing and just fantastically written!! PLEASE KEEP WRITING MORE!!

~Isoya-star Dec 5, 2010

Wow, this is really good and it's so well written. I really like the last two lines for some reason, either way its awesome!

~thanks-for-the-emu Jul 8, 2009

very deep. i like the line "Forsaken all my friends,
And my family, too, They can’t help at all Their “love” is not true," very good work. you're a better poet then i'll ever be.

~Legolas3-14 Apr 22, 2009

Well, I'd die either way, so okay, thanks.

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