Emotastic, tell me your thoughts

tell me what you think...

The knife in my hand

The stain on my shirt

Dark red

Different than dirt

Dig the hole deep

At least five feet

Cover it up

Make it neat

Months will past

Not a clue in sight

If they ever catch me

I’ll put up a fight

He shouldn’t have done it

The thing that he did

He tried to run

He shouldn’t have hid

The anger rose

Like an elevator from hell

When I was done

He was the one that fell

Months later

A knock on my door

A black and white waits

My stomach hits the floor

I’m taken to the station

Stuck in a room

A detective enters

It feels like a tomb

Cigarette in his house

Traced back to me

The mans family

Full of glee

They do not know

The things he did

The girl he hurt

She was only a kid

A broken heart

Can ruin your life

It ruined hers

Revenged by a knife

Sent to jail

I wait for my trial

Everyday I go to my cell

Fifth from the aisle

I sit and ponder

A way to see light

I see the future

His family full of delight

The judge slams his gavel

“Guilty� he declares

“Death� he shouts

My heart flares

Pumped with electricity

Until I am dead

I sleep that night

Sprawled out on my death bed

I will not be punished

They will see

I did a good deed

God will spare me

The morning comes

I’m led to my chair

A tingle in my toes

The burning of hair

Darkness over comes me

Fearing hell

I shut my eyes

I hear the sound of a bell

I open my eyes

Pearly white gates

Heaven in front of me

My new life waits

I enter the gates

Over come with joy

I feel like its Christmas

And I’m a young boy

There he sits

High on a throne

Thirty steps up

Carved out of stone

He tells me he spared me

To help those in need

Those who have been hurt

Because of my deed

He gives me wings

He sends me back to earth

To help the people

In my rebirth

I visit her first

With my white wings sprawled

I called out her name

She looked at me enthralled

She thanked me from her heart

Not from her mind

I could feel her love

Love of the strongest kind

I could not stay long

There were things to do

People to help

And this she knew

As a true guardian angel

I left her again

With a hug and a kiss

The warmth of her skin

I visit her every so often

Like Wendy and Peter

Every time I see her

She seems to be sweeter

I did what I thought was right

But I know now it was wrong

Murder is not to be forgiven

But I must stay strong

I was blessed for a reason

God would not make a mistake

I saved her life

And freed her from heartache

With a jolt

I wake from my slumber

The ringing of the phone

An unfamiliar number

I pick up the handset

It’s her on the line

She tells me what happened

A shock up my spine

I rise to my feet

Pickup my shirt

Not yet stained

By the blood of the one I hurt

I have a gut feeling

Not to grab the knife

I grab it anyways

Not knowing I will end a life

-- i am the master of my fate, i am the captain of my soul
 
cool i guess

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This is the llama. I have your cub. You must protect her, but that will be expensive. 500 colonuts, wrapped in brown paper. Midnight, behind the box.

I'll be the hiena, you'll see.

-llama

 
that was good if u wrote that

'Ever been hit in the head with a golf ball?'

-JF Cusson, making the argument that golf is an extreme sport

 
post the others, that was really good

'collars up are officially gay, but layering 2 polo shirts is still acceptable'

-ATLANTASKI

'r u sayin we r being censored by da goverment?

fuck pussy dick suckin lip
 
Join the carnival

Join the fun

See the freaks

Get ready to run

Lights and screaming

Excitement and mirth

The freaks are in town

Held back by a girth

Welcome to the show

Welcome to bliss

Welcome to hell

A place you won’t miss

Not a carnival

Just the big city

Back streets like hell

Full of pity

Forgotten people

An unknown place

Sections separated

Bye colors and race

-- i am the master of my fate, i am the captain of my soul
 
it was pretty good. definately emo, but good i guess. i respect people who write shit like that. at my school you'd get flamed for writing anything emo or about killing or anything. nice work man, and ignore the ignorant.

Freezing Point 32

OVO helmets

'Straight creeping on this bitch; Blonde haired chicken head.... she turned around and it was fuckin G to the Teezy." - OMAR
 
thats some good stuff man, im a huge emo kid, just one idea for you, dont make it always 4 line stanzzas, just kind free verse and let if fall into place ..unless its a poem and not a song then thats ok

In your eyes...Im melting
 
you fucking faggot

Hunter S. Thompson
1939-2005

'Soberity is not an option.'

Drivin that Train
 
you're def gonna be big if you use those songs. jsut the wendy and peter thing was kinda strange. but mad props if you wrote that

ive waited all my life to cross this line into the only thing thats true -ryan cabrera
 
its not a song, its a poem...emo people emo, sit and write poetry while crying your heart out over a girl who wouldnt go ut with you

-- i am the master of my fate, i am the captain of my soul
 
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