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For Those Full of Emo, and Haiku
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| *pokes* Is it dead? |
[Jan. 7th, 2009|09:03 pm] |
We were only kids.
So much time has passed since then,
You'd think it'd hurt less.
Again, that feeling
Of sinking weighs my chest down:
Real, physical pain.
It starts when I search.
I read once that's part of grief,
Obsessive searching.
Remember scanning
To find that green Toyota?
That lasted a year.
It's gotten better.
I still search the web sometimes,
But only idly.
You know what's crazy?
I think she's moved to London.
Maybe I just hope.
If she's that far gone,
Maybe I can get gone, too,
From then into now. |
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| Gotta love Corporate America |
[Jul. 3rd, 2007|01:18 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  EMO! | ] |
You are worth nothing.
We would fire you if we could.
Fucking parasites.
We fucking hate you.
We waste your valuable time.
Fuck off, spineless cunts.
And, on a similar note:
What a Goddamn waste.
We regret your existence.
Love, Your Mom and Dad. |
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| (no subject) |
[May. 11th, 2007|08:20 pm] |
I have lost my will
My chardonnay is warm now
This restaurant sucks.
My life is like night
The oven beckons me forth
It's fire will shine bright
My SOUL is cold now
But after my pie is cooked
I will be quite warm |
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| (no subject) |
[May. 10th, 2007|10:41 pm] |
E_H is not dead!
it lives, it flows, like blackest
despair in my heart! |
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| (no subject) |
[May. 9th, 2007|08:59 pm] |
My first haiku post
Angsty, blood and tear laden
Counting on fingers
Waiting for someone
No one ever comes for me
Alone, without me
Cat looks up at me
He wants food, I do as well
Too bad, no more food
My arms testify
Blood shows the pain in my mind
No one believes me |
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| (no subject) |
[May. 2nd, 2007|08:05 pm] |
Oh emo-haiku,
How much I truly missed you!
Alas, you seem dead. |
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| (no subject) |
[Sep. 24th, 2006|04:55 pm] |
Emo haiku is
the only place left in which
I can vent my woes. |
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| (no subject) |
[Sep. 13th, 2006|08:01 pm] |
I try, but still hear
siren calls from the kitchen.
The knives are calling. |
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| (no subject) |
[Sep. 13th, 2006|11:33 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | amused | ] |
I cut myself. Why?
because I need to feel more
than forlorn despair. |
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| (no subject) |
[Sep. 11th, 2006|11:44 am] |
Nothing can go well.
In fact, everything is crap.
so... nothing is new. |
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