this page consist of emo poems in qwotes!!!!
quotes:
1. The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.
2. i cry for the time that you were almost mine, I cry for the memories I've left behind, I cry for the pain, the lost, the old the new, I cry for the times I thought I had you.
3. Do not assume that he who seeks to comfort you now, lives untroubled among the simple and quiet words that sometimes do you good. His life may also have much sadness and difficulty, that remains far beyond yours. Were it otherwise, he would never have been able to find these words.
4.Every night i talk to the stars pretending its you.. it acts just like you tho.. far away and never replies to my questions
5.Whats the sense of wishing for something when I always just wish it away?
emo poemes!!!!!! =)
Our Love
Loves memory has traced our outline in this place.But will the spider remember, or the sun?
Did the water capture our faces in permanence?
Does the wind create us anew as it blows?
Did the shadows from the trees record our passage beneath them?
Our secret been revealed.
Yet I have told no other.
I write these words in silence, in mute testimony
To what once was.
But our image remains alive in this place.
It can not be removed.
You, me,
We then,
Were here.
We saw the day and hoped for tomorrow.
We caught a brief glimpse of love's promise.
We were not liars,
But thieves of time.
For now time has now forgotten us,
Yet our memory lingers, and love remembers
This place that was ours.
Falling Away
I am bored with loveand it's passionless limbs
that drape over my bed
in a lethargic state of impotence
while wearing the same red heart
my soul picked up hitchhiking
off highway serendipity
Now here we are
alone in togetherness
trying to build dreams
with two by fours and glue,
but even a home
won't tie us together
when our hearts live alone
Poetic vows cliched
into nothingness
like all words do, eventually
and we allowed
our bodies to become
another pair of hollow shadows
that make love to a wall
instead of each other
and we wonder why
the roses are dying
wrong
The colors are afloat in the city
as the light reflects off your skin
This radiance from the sun
shimmering off the streetlights.
Footsteps and chatter
arise from the street level
My heart is hurrying
to catch the taxi cab
My life fluttering in front of your face,
I might be wrong.
If you're still here in the morning,
I'll soar to the top of the world
where worries shift away without a care
and I'll leave it all behind.
I don't want to go back
You might have been right all along
These dreams beaming all around us
Just waiting for a memory to be made.
as the light reflects off your skin
This radiance from the sun
shimmering off the streetlights.
Footsteps and chatter
arise from the street level
My heart is hurrying
to catch the taxi cab
My life fluttering in front of your face,
I might be wrong.
If you're still here in the morning,
I'll soar to the top of the world
where worries shift away without a care
and I'll leave it all behind.
I don't want to go back
You might have been right all along
These dreams beaming all around us
Just waiting for a memory to be made.
until next time
As you sit there staring at the ceiling, observing every single crack that's in the paint, you hear them. Oblivious to everything in the outside world; you're tucked in your room with curtains blocking the window. The sun doesn't shine through. The noises from children playing are very vague. Inside this room is where you're expected to be. The echoes of the shouting coming from the living-room forces its way past the closed door and into your ears where the memory will forever adhere to your mind.
You can't manage to cry or feel sad necessarily at that moment, all you feel is stress and fear. A never ending pang in your stomach, the feeling of dread. The screaming gets louder, enhancing the terrifying feeling you're currently enduring. Your heart is pounding and you're clutching your phone tightly with your right hand quietly praying for them to stop. You hear a crash; something breaking on the kitchen tile and you shoot out of bed flipping open your phone. They are screaming, you worry they're getting too upset, you worry what will end up happening next. You hear their threats, their hissing of words, their insults and vile language.
You're holding your angel charm with your left hand that's on the chain of your necklace that's laying against your chest trying to find hope, trying to find answers. You glance at the bag sitting in your closet that's already packed and remember the offers, and the acceptance people have given you for a place to stay. You begin to recall past experiences with this unfortunate occurence, this unstable madness. Temporarily blocking out the violent words to recall another instance. You had said some things to your mother that had gone too far once and next thing you know you're shoving each other and getting pinned against the wall. You both apologize later, and are glad that it doesn't happen again after that time but things continue to happen. Mentally fatiguing things.
If only this was one of your nightmares you've been having instead of reality. Although in reality you have the same reaction from one of your nightmares. The same fear, the same anxiety, the same hopelessness. Just like a lucid dream.
It's like you're stuck in the Twilight Zone with no escape.
Someone bursts through the door interrupting your thoughts and it's your mother asking if you're okay.
'No, Mom. I'm not okay. I haven't been okay for a long time.'
Of course you tell her yes. Things are quiet for now; temporarily silent.. Still clutching the phone, you sit there waiting for the panic that's coursing through your veins to cease. Waiting to be at peace. Waiting. You crave to be stable, to have a home that you can call home. You crave happiness that money could never buy. So it's quiet for now.
Until next time.
You can't manage to cry or feel sad necessarily at that moment, all you feel is stress and fear. A never ending pang in your stomach, the feeling of dread. The screaming gets louder, enhancing the terrifying feeling you're currently enduring. Your heart is pounding and you're clutching your phone tightly with your right hand quietly praying for them to stop. You hear a crash; something breaking on the kitchen tile and you shoot out of bed flipping open your phone. They are screaming, you worry they're getting too upset, you worry what will end up happening next. You hear their threats, their hissing of words, their insults and vile language.
You're holding your angel charm with your left hand that's on the chain of your necklace that's laying against your chest trying to find hope, trying to find answers. You glance at the bag sitting in your closet that's already packed and remember the offers, and the acceptance people have given you for a place to stay. You begin to recall past experiences with this unfortunate occurence, this unstable madness. Temporarily blocking out the violent words to recall another instance. You had said some things to your mother that had gone too far once and next thing you know you're shoving each other and getting pinned against the wall. You both apologize later, and are glad that it doesn't happen again after that time but things continue to happen. Mentally fatiguing things.
If only this was one of your nightmares you've been having instead of reality. Although in reality you have the same reaction from one of your nightmares. The same fear, the same anxiety, the same hopelessness. Just like a lucid dream.
It's like you're stuck in the Twilight Zone with no escape.
Someone bursts through the door interrupting your thoughts and it's your mother asking if you're okay.
'No, Mom. I'm not okay. I haven't been okay for a long time.'
Of course you tell her yes. Things are quiet for now; temporarily silent.. Still clutching the phone, you sit there waiting for the panic that's coursing through your veins to cease. Waiting to be at peace. Waiting. You crave to be stable, to have a home that you can call home. You crave happiness that money could never buy. So it's quiet for now.
Until next time.
