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Well, since i'm absolutley bored today, i'm going to put in 2 entries. Sometimes, In times of absolute boredom, or detention....


WARNING: Please, i must ask you, if you support emo's in any way DO NOT READ THE FOLLOWING. It is possible this may offend you, if you are offended easily, please do not read.
I'm a happy emo,

People think they're sad so they never say hello,
Everyone just stares at them laughing "hohoho"

Emo's are really happy inside,
But they just get scared and cut themselves and hide,

They always wear girls clothes,
so people think they're weird,
At least they get attention 'cause they're too young to grow big beards.

They also shave their legs,
but never run or swim,
they do it for excuses to cut away every whim.

Some people think they're gay,
In which i also agree,
but mabye not they just want chances to get Freakee.

I wish my lawn was emo,
so it could cut itself,
Then i wouldn't have to and not worry about the grass health.

Some just wear girls make-up,
and want to kill themself,
They are so insecure and really must get help.

You always see them never happy staring at the ground,
Everytime you see them, they always have a frown.

Most of them have no freinds,
So they want their life to end.

Emo's act like girlies,
They always get toilet swirly's.

In all of this info. i finally know,
If you add it all together i'm a very happy emo.

Okay, so, It's very true about all of us. We're all emo's, except we don't cut ourselves, wear tight pants, ((Unless your a girl)) Or are always sad and depressed. If this poem offended you, Please tell me so in a PM or whatever.


Another poem. This poem was one that i wrote in 5 miniutes, because i had to read one time in class. I didn't have anything prepared so instead of failing i wrote this. Some of my freinds say it sounds kinda emo, But i'm not, well i'm a happy emo i guess. So, here it is.


If i died today,
Where would i stay?
Living in heaven or hell.
Heaven would be great,
Having fun all day,
Living as i was so rich.
But if in hell,
I would burn and melt in great pain,
I wouldn't ever die, just suffer and cry,
living in pain for my lies.
The souls of murderers, robbers, and evil,
Who all came becuase they were killers.

See what i meant? It sorta sound a little emo. But i never think about death, don't worry.


So, like my poetry? If so, i have like, 2 more i wrote. Or if you want i can write another.