Emotion and feelings and all kind or stuff is related to Emo can't only be expressed in music, as we know that Emo is a culture, sometimes, musician emo or just emo fans write the things in a story or a poetry.
Emo poetry can be described as a provocative story telling, its contents are heavy and usually difficult to be understood by most people. The themes often tells about suicide, pain, and anger which usually caused by broken home experience, love experience, or any kind of emotion.
Before i write about emo poem, i have seek any source that related to it, and i have a conclusion.
The Emo Poetry serving a purpose of the writer, the important thing is in the process of creating it. Through the writting process of create emo poem, the writer is able to exercise the feelings that torment him/her to write more words into unfinished poem they created before.
here's some of emo poem, wrote by artist
Craig Owen - Product of Property
It's a start of a new year,
And as always, things are exactly the same.
I'm watching my closest get so far from me,
And I've never felt so alone.
I said all I could say,
Not a single thing has changed.
I left them here to doubt me,
They laugh, and then they leave.
I've realized now I'll never become anything.
Another long night of being strung out and alone.
Another night of hearing things
And having messed up dreams.
Another day of rejection.
The people I love seem to be giving up on me.
So, yes, it's true,
I'm snortin' lines off of the same books that I read.
And I dream of living in late night kitchen conversations.
So now you know, I try to soak up inspiration any way I can.
And if it's so hard to believe what I say,
Then I should stop speaking.
Another long night of being strung out and alone.
Another night of hearing things
And having messed up dreams.
Another day of rejection.
The people I love seem to be giving up on me.
(Products of poverty)
Just learn to love yourself.
Just forget the rest for now,
And learn to love yourself.
Just forget the rest for now,
And learn to love yourself.
Another long night of being strung out and alone.
Another night of hearing things
And having messed up dreams.
Another day of rejection.
The people I love seem to be giving up on me.
Another long night of being strung out and alone.
Another night of hearing things
And having messed up dreams.
Another day of rejection.
The people I love seem to be giving up on me.
And as always, things are exactly the same.
I'm watching my closest get so far from me,
And I've never felt so alone.
I said all I could say,
Not a single thing has changed.
I left them here to doubt me,
They laugh, and then they leave.
I've realized now I'll never become anything.
Another long night of being strung out and alone.
Another night of hearing things
And having messed up dreams.
Another day of rejection.
The people I love seem to be giving up on me.
So, yes, it's true,
I'm snortin' lines off of the same books that I read.
And I dream of living in late night kitchen conversations.
So now you know, I try to soak up inspiration any way I can.
And if it's so hard to believe what I say,
Then I should stop speaking.
Another long night of being strung out and alone.
Another night of hearing things
And having messed up dreams.
Another day of rejection.
The people I love seem to be giving up on me.
(Products of poverty)
Just learn to love yourself.
Just forget the rest for now,
And learn to love yourself.
Just forget the rest for now,
And learn to love yourself.
Another long night of being strung out and alone.
Another night of hearing things
And having messed up dreams.
Another day of rejection.
The people I love seem to be giving up on me.
Another long night of being strung out and alone.
Another night of hearing things
And having messed up dreams.
Another day of rejection.
The people I love seem to be giving up on me.
The Used - Light with a Sharpened Edge
Free from the torment of sin
All this I'm giving up much as
The sun would decide to give in
Explode into orange and
Hear all the voices sing praises with hymns
Mark the birth of a change
Free from the torment of sin
All this I'm giving up
It's not me
Bury wreckage my soul
It's not me
So who am I now?
Over and over again
Light with a sharpened edge
Cuts through the black empty space we call sky
Beginning the cycle that stays
And I know in my heart we all die
Like the day and the night
Like the sun in the sky
All this I'm giving up
It's not me
Bury wreckage my soul
It's not me
So who am I now?
It's not me
Bury wreckage my soul
It's not me
So who am I now?
Is there another side
Beyond the black and white?
A place I could meet you by
A place on the other side
I'll let you know when I go
I'll let you know when I go
When I'm gone
It's not me
Buried wreckage my soul
It's not me
So who am I now? (x3)
All this I'm giving up much as
The sun would decide to give in
Explode into orange and
Hear all the voices sing praises with hymns
Mark the birth of a change
Free from the torment of sin
All this I'm giving up
It's not me
Bury wreckage my soul
It's not me
So who am I now?
Over and over again
Light with a sharpened edge
Cuts through the black empty space we call sky
Beginning the cycle that stays
And I know in my heart we all die
Like the day and the night
Like the sun in the sky
All this I'm giving up
It's not me
Bury wreckage my soul
It's not me
So who am I now?
It's not me
Bury wreckage my soul
It's not me
So who am I now?
Is there another side
Beyond the black and white?
A place I could meet you by
A place on the other side
I'll let you know when I go
I'll let you know when I go
When I'm gone
It's not me
Buried wreckage my soul
It's not me
So who am I now? (x3)
See ? There's a rejection in their words, and so many pain we feel after we read about it isn't it ?
Emo Poem, Emo Poetry, really sad and make we feel great emotion
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