#emo poetry

[tiefling-queer]

maybe when people of color around the world tell you that voting for biden is not harm reduction, maybe implying that they need to check their privilege and find in their heart the truth that maintaining the imperialist status quo is what's best for the world because we have a ~°☆Responsibility☆°~ to protect those ☆~•poor disadvantaged third world peasants•~☆ by voting for someone who tells us he's less genocidal than the other guy - look, maybe at this point youre stupid and racist.

[thewinniecollectivv]

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words that feel numb

in between my gnashing jaws

“i love you”

they’re so careless these days

but you asked me to come with you

what does that mean?

words that make my chest warm

and my cheeks hurt

perhaps it means

you find comfort in me

i soothe your anxieties

with merely my presence

you think to me

when you think of safety

you asked me

“will you come with me”

so yes i’ll go to the store with you

yes i’ll help you with your laundry

yes i’ll get lunch with you

i’ll go with you

wherever you want me to

for bee :3

[andy-with-a-pen]

friendly reminder that it’s always acceptable to start reciting the entirety of F.T. Willz’ poem “dismembering a politician” in any public space.

[sylrib]

22425

how terrifying it is to know every will, every want, every fear and cellulite curve of a perfect stranger. death to proximity, or death to myself - i hope one comes sooner than the other

do you see me, or am i an apparition floating in the rods and cones of your eyes? do you hear me when i speak, or am i the monotonous fuzz of the tinnitus in your ears? an everyday, ringing nuisance - is this all i'll ever be? will you please, please mold me into something more? or will you leave me as i am - watching from a distance, hoping that the ticking time bomb inside me won't vaporize us both?

the fibers of your sweater have fused to my skin and it feels like revenge - no matter how hard i scrub in the shower the itch and scratch of the knit never leaves. maybe in seven years when all my cells regenerate i'll finally rid myself of you, or maybe the fibers will be imprinted in my dna - replicating, replicating, replicating like cancer, unwilling to die, unwilling to grant mercy as if i was never destined to taste it a day in my life

don't leave flowers on my grave, instead, leave your hand prints in the dirt as you kneel to the earth - because no matter how much i'll try to quit you, i'll still need you around - like a prayer, like the fibers in my skin, like the leftover warmth from the life in your palms

[lv3buzzz]

no one gets it like pete wentz does

[damien-devil-art]

I rewrote an old poem I made when I was little

The original

[darkfrenchwitch]

you’re all thorns

no roses

like a mirage

just a bit further

just get better

try harder

but you’re thorns

no roses

i can feel you

pricking me

from the inside out

i bleed

to see your face

my pain is

your true color

pooling at my feet

my broken pieces

spell your name

but i can’t read

[severedheartsxo]

self hatred

𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹

[just-a-starving-artist]

Scraps

I will sit under the table and beg for scraps of the life I want to live.

I promise not to bite.

I promise not to snap at your hand.

As long as you, my love, are the hand feeding me.

[tiefling-queer]

i find it hard to get jazzed about harris' proposal to tax the rich if said tax dollars are going to fund more cops and bomb more Palestinians. i don't think it actually helps the working class if the rich are taxed and that money doesn't go towards making our lives better.

[andy-with-a-pen]

i have a large crack on my phone screen. it’s calling to me it’s calling to me. it’s telling me to join it. to just take a break. it’s tempting me.

[sylrib]

21025

dirty converse, rubber wristbands and wet hot summer nights - the air smelled like sugar sweet snowcones and fireworks. cherry red on your tongue and drip stains on your shirt and holes in the knees of your jeans - not ones you bought from the store but ones from living

your neighbor would tag along with her little pixie cut and freckles like mine and she's all i wanted to be

freedom was the word of the wise and we ran like comets with orange-yellow blazes making trails through the streets, like the firecracker you traced in the wind, like the lighter you always kept in your pocket, tucked in your pack of cigarettes you hid from your parents

all your magazines and myspace glamour and the way you lived your life - reckless and young and not like me, not quiet, smashing through the midnight stillness like a charging bull

and sometimes i'd watch through the window, from a passing car, a fleeting moment, and dream that i could go back again

[roulettewithaflower]

I got back into poetry recently.. I’ll definitely be posting some more of my poems later on. But for now here’s this one called “Is It Worth Being Told”

P.s. Don’t judge my cursive, it’s been a few years since I wrote cursive & done poetry. Actually go ahead and judge it i don’t care even if you judge my heart, bhahaaha (judgemmyheart reference to my real emos out there)

[jeremykillswitch]

Apology Poem 4 Alixxx:

Treasured friend, advisor, Emo,

Oh how I have wronged you so

I stole your man (sort-of its complicated)

And I know my name you must want to damn

But listen to my plea, I pray

And please believe me when I say

I'm sorry and want to put things right

Let us cease right now our fight

and when I birth our first child (metaphorically)

Our choice of name shall surely leave you beguiled

One that will lead them to adoration, worship, fame

After you, Alixxx, they shall be named.

[localchemicalweapon]

i need to write poetry but i rather just lie down and cry

[dire-exposure]

Could'nt Forget

(By: Jeffrey Neil Maradiaga)

Days pass so slowly...

The rain has turned to snow.

How the winds blow…

Leaves have fallen-

but why won't this damn feeling follow?

Follow the leaves.

Please just leave…

Leave Leaf leave-

Mind- 

Do I deserve this?

Will my leaves grow back?

Leaves that hide the dark...

Christmas lights on Halloween.

Sometimes I wish I could scream-

But the leather mask won’t let me talk.

My legs are tied; I can't even walk.

Yet you deny i’ve cried

And I question what exactly you provide.

You said you were my guide.

But you shy behind dead trees,

Every time the wind curses.

Just like you can run.

But, I can't hide.

Because I couldn't forget.

I promised I wouldn't. 

But my word is labeled "break.”

My promise begins to quake.

And when I let it drop,

It’ll be another "honest" mistake.