Guns and knives
March 7th 2008 by nuk in emo poemsIt’s fun to play with guns and knives,
Where I no longer have to hide.
I show myself, the mess I am,
Where I let loose all I can.
Where I can say all I want,
Without the taunts,
The names they call me,
Which yes I may be.
They hurt me inside,
And now I cannot hide,
I live in fright,
And in endless spite,
They’re all so scared,
And so they have to compare,
Me with the bad,
So I feel sad.
I try to hold my head up high,
But I still feel I need to die,
I want to cry,
But I can only sigh,
I can see the world,
And the man who sold,
My whole body goes cold,
As I’m strictly told,
I need to be brave; I need to be bold,
Or I’ll still be like this when I’m old.
So now I fold this piece of paper,
Feeling like a crisp thin wafer,
Easily broken,
No credit or token,
And I still haven’t woken,
From the dream,
Where I was part of the team.
And not be left behind,
For them to be nasty or unkind,
To be part of the reality,
To be considered inside sanity,
I just want to have a friend,
Where I can help and help to mend.
It’s fun to play with guns and knives,
And be there just to risk my life,
To put just myself in danger,
With a lethal unfamiliar stranger.
I couldn’t care less,
With the way I dress,
Or the way I look,
But I do with my life that you took.
You say my head is wrong,
And that my heart is badly torn,
You don’t know how wrong you are,
I just want to go so far.
Just so far away from them,
And always be able to defend,
Myself so that I don’t get beated,
So badly and so differently treated.
It’s fun to play with guns and knives,
But the gun that took my friend’s life,
Hangs high upon my wall,
Just to show how she did fall.
She took the bullets out of that gun,
Leaving a note for me and her mum,
It explained how her life had been,
Throughout, but she was just a teen,
With all the people being mean,
But her heart was set and she was so keen,
To leave this world that she had seen.
Disrupted, chaos, dark and gloom,
She took that gun and made it her doom.
No one ever saw it coming,
Because she kept on trying and kept on humming,
She left on a date,
The one that opposed her fate,
On her thirteenth birthday,
The twelfth of May,
All I have left is that gun,
And now I’m thinking how much fun,
It could be
If I were to accidentally have a catastrophe.
To take my life,
With gun or knife.
I do not care which,
I just want to leave the ditch,
That they dropped me in so long ago,
Wishing they hadn’t even thought of me though.
I got myself into this much trouble,
And my head is in such a muddle.
I want to be back, alone in my room
But also locked up with all the other loons.
It’s fun to play with guns and knives,
Where I was and am always forced to strive,
Someone once found in this position,
But I made sure it was only my decision.
With the gun to my head,
Enough had been said,
My shaking finger on the trigger,
The lump in my throat swelling bigger.
He saw the fears in my eyes,
To him this was no surprise,
I had removed my disguise,
Found time to bury the lies,
That had been wrongly placed on my shoulders
And the bullet hit me; I felt my body go colder.
I shot my chest,
And I wasn’t bothered about the mess,
I wanted to feel my best,
Remove myself; I’m the little arrogant pest.
As he held me,
I could hardly see.
Not even past my own nose,
But I saw the red rose,
He had bought for me,
I laid there in his lap,
About to start my eternal nap.
I felt his tears drop to my face,
I had let down the human race,
So I sweetly said,
As he held my head,
‘Please please don’t forget me…
Always remember the way I had to be…’
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i absolutely love this poem. its f-n awesome!
wow this is really deep!
how long did it take you to write this?
i wish i could write long poems
mine always seem to stay small
oh well
well done
its an awesome poem!
go home this is shit and waaaaaaay 2 long i got bored after the first line
I love this poem its so beautiful!
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u.are.amazing
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still.your.poeme
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its.the.best.
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its.amazyng!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
woah this is really good and mad emotional very excellent job here.
Hello,
I’m Jessica and I want to say WOW!
I bet you get that alot beause your poems are soo detailed and amazing.
Ever thought about being a write.
I love to write stories about girls and when my mom reads then she thinks I want to kill myself.
I think you writing these poems will only make you stronger!!
I really do hope to hear from you soon!!!!
Heres my aim
If you wanna talk okayy
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And if you have myspace
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I would love to here from you okay.
You are amazing.
Jessica.
It is an amazing poem i just think you should write more its so cool and emo
O WOW! luv ur poem ! its just so emotional …
i felt like i was goin to cry …
its a beutiful poem i hope u write more! i would luv hear or in this case read more! luv a lil fan Delilah…
aww.i read it and almost cryed, but a very good poem
SOOO Deep man u ROCK
wow, i spent at least an hour masturbating to this poem, can i have some pictures of you naked and your address so i can come round your house and spunk on your cat…
p.s emo = gay = you
hey this is tori and here is my poem
what hurts the most is saying good bye
lol it is ssssoooo true but like i dont feel that way bc i love some one very much and like his name is Aaron
Hey sup? dis is Angel and here is my poem
what hurts da must is trying to hide all of the pain you keeo inside you
what hurts da musts is saying goodbye to da one you love da most
nothinever goes anyway you want it and always go wrong
what hurts da must is moving every year to a different school and making new friends
well nothin goies my way and i cannt hide how i feel about it…
i lost da one i love da most and his name was Austin..cuz his parents didnt want him to date me..
what hurts the most id trying to find somone that will love you for who youare an not for who they want ou to be
be but right now i love some one very spacspacial and his name is Dolton
should i die now
or w8 to c
wait to c how
my future life shall be
should i bring the blade down
and let red be my shirt
or continue for now
and just let it hurt
Oh i hope to die, hope to die
Oh just to laydown and die, lay down and die
let me sleep, let me sleep
let me cry, let me cry
I need to the time, need the time
to sit and rest
just to lay down and be fine, be fine
just let it cry
sux, i no.
awsum poem by the way
–KSL
Your poem rocks! I really wanted to cry.You poem has so much meaning to it. While I was reading it ,I start realizing the pain,the sorrow,you must have went through writting this beautiful poem.
wow…wtf…i hate poems…but urs..urs is different…i like it….i love it…keep up the great work…
…It holds alot of meaning what you have written. Its is hard to place all your thoughts into such a little space, trust me, I have tried XP. You wrote in a way, exacty what I wrote…
Im not telling you to even bother talking to me, cause I know you wont. I have no clue who you are. I just want to say. This poem has a lot of meaning to me. I understood every single word you wrote. I dont know if people saw everything inbetween but in the end, I did and I loved it.
i think i should
i hate life
i want to die
wow that was soooo deep and beautiful. Before i read this i had a knife and was going to leave this place behind but your beautiful words stopped me.
Wow…..amazing…..seriously. I have one but it’s not very long, doesn’t rhyme, and is nowhere near as good as yours.
If only…
If I only had a heart,
I’d give it all to you.
If I could only love again,
It would all be just for you.
If I were only happy,
I’d owe it all to you.
But I don’t,
I can’t,
And I’m not,
All because of her
aww so touching
i love this poem my mom doesn’t understand me &i’m going to use it to make my life clear to her!!!!!!!!!!thx u it was awesome!!!!thx thx thx thx thx thx thx thx !!!!!!!!!
Stars are at my window
They look at me with mocking eyes
I wish I could join them
Up there in the skies.
And dress them with shitrs and ties
And bake them two apple pies.
But in the end everyone dies.
But in the end everyone cries.
The moon looks down on me.
And hands me some LSD.
Now I am free.
So I won’t have to attend P.E.
Where the twins in 10G
Taunt me
Becoz of my canceruss knee.
Why can’t they let me be!
I am in the skies.
Will I dise?
Or did I actually cut those pies?
Bringing with me the shits and ties.
For all the lies.
They told me in disguys.
… cryies.
love it muchly
this poem is very good i love it i love this part that say:
It’s fun to play with guns and knives,
Where I was and am always forced to strive,
Someone once found in this position,
But I made sure it was only my decision.
this poem i think is very good i want to cry
yes…that is very deep one of the poems i’ve been looking for to tell the story of my life…
This goes out to all my friends,
and those I’ve never met.
Take the time and think it over,
before you do something you regret.
I know that life gets tough sometimes,
and it really gets you down.
But if you take a minute or two
and have a look around.
The world is full of sorrow,
the world is full of pain.
If you take your life today,
you have nothing left to gain.
So let these feelings go somehow
and focus on your life.
Go and find some happiness,
and stay away from that knife.
People can be mean sometimes,
and I know love can hurt.
But you won’t find happiness,
buried in the dirt.
So, hold on to your dreams,
and love the ones that care.
Take ahold of your destiny,
find happiness, if you dare
(i just thought we need somethingto look at from the rightside)
i lovedit….ver very deep
This goes out to all my friends,
and those I’ve never met.
Take the time and think it over,
before you do something you regret.
I know that life gets tough sometimes,
and it really gets you down.
But if you take a minute or two
and have a look around.
The world is full of sorrow,
the world is full of pain.
If you take your life today,
you have nothing left to gain.
So let these feelings go somehow
and focus on your life.
Go and find some happiness,
and stay away from that knife.
People can be mean sometimes,
and I know love can hurt.
But you won’t find happiness,
buried in the dirt.
So, hold on to your dreams,
and love the ones that care.
Take ahold of your destiny,
find happiness, if you dare
salem krisley personish person
ur awsome nd so is thta poem of urs.
if only every one stoped to think.
woah i love this poem it explains just the way i feel when i get tormented by the chavs who go my school hope u dont mind who ever wrote this ive put ur poem on2 my bebo so check tit out
peace
the emo kid xoxoxox
i am emo,a love emo and….
yeha i think that all the shit that people say aout emo is just them being scarred to except that fact hat some people don’t give a shit about what others think and that they don’t care if ehat they believe is different…all i wan tto say to the emo kids in Mexico is that i am an emo in geogia dn that may not be that same but i got jumped by 5 black girls and all becasue they don’l like emo,,, WTF!they don’t even know what emo is, so just know that the rest of the emos in this world are here for you guys and i hope that the world is ready for this emo revolution!!!
emita.08@hotmail.com
Love ur poem it is very deep and emotional… Its AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! u shud definately be a writer. hope u write more poems
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i totallie LOVE dis poem.
cus i knoe hw dah feels.
& im goin thru stuff jus lik dah.
whch effin sukx.
buh yeauh;
guwd job & i wish uh dah bst.
if anythng & if uh have time.
uh can hit meh uhp on aim.
whch is: MiSZFREAkiEH
or jus email meh aht: babygurl269@tmail.com
[i wld rllie love dah]
|YARi.
thnx 4 this cool poems
really i like it!
don’t ask if i miss him he was always kind and true
he nerver mermered in his sufferings i just watched him fading like a flower
and i could not make him stay
we tended him untill last night when he pulled himself away
he said weep for him not
for now there will be no more cuts and scars on his arms
you loved me and still do
you watch for me and i will wait for you
and when it all becomes to much for me i will folow you into the dark
i love you
Fucking awesome I wish I could write poems like this but yeah.
Nice job.
I love this poem.. it is actually kinda depressing hey i know it may be because it’s an emo poem. but i love it.. it is really cool. and EMO.. i love emo.. haha lol
OMG
this poem is emotional but so true
it must of taken you ages to write this,
you must have loadz of talent and feeling to write sumthin as deep as this,
i luved readin it x
ok, I’m impressed. You have talent, and I sense some type of experience as well.
anyways, to give you an honest criticism, I’d say that although you keep interest throughout, I would recommend trimming it not for size but for quality. I actually find this quite lovely to read through, which is nice, as some some long poems can be a labour to read. I think what I find in your poem is eloquent and unique lines are placed next a few lines that are not as well phrased. whatever, you’re still very good.
P.S. the title line would make a total rad song lyric. Have you ever tried making this into a song? It would totally work in my imagination
Ur poem is amazing!!!!!!!
I read it, i cried and i took the liberty of printing it out and showing it to everybody!
I write poems too.
Its good fun…..
WHO IS SALEM KRISLEY? I SO LOVE UR LITTLE POEM, ITS PROBABLY SOMETHING MY BEST FRIEND WOULD SAY IF SHE COULD PUT THEM INTO WORDS AS GOOD AS YOURS!!
hey i realie realie like that poem man its deep man i just loved it yea so peace
i seriosley really did cry i actually had to stop reading it for a few minutes then i came back!its amazing! i love u!
omg i loved it i actually did cry i actually had to stop reading it for a few minutes then i came back! its amazing i love u!
omg i loved it i actually did cry i actually had to stop reading it for a few minutes then i came back! its amazing i love u!
i seriosley really did cry i actually had to stop reading it for a few minutes then i came back!its amazing! i love u!
such a beautiful and sad poem. u have so much wonderful talent.
wow. thats deep.
i wish my poems were that good. mine are no where near as good as yours.
xx
all they do is run me away
so in the dark, i always stay
i hate that they have me
locked in this pain
i hate that they loath me
and cause me my shame
but they make me realize
that i am not the only one
that there is a family
of daughters and sons
that are emo and hated
and have a way to live
these emos stay jaded
with but blood to give
so why do they hurt us
why should we care
why do we try
why even dare
to have a heart
towards those who dispize
the hair we wear
our darkened eyes
so i will ask again
why should i care
what we do
what we dare
just go to your world
of color and flowers
leave us our rags
bloody hearts and emo hours
we will go on to our papers
and write a peom
of heartless capers
very deep f#*kn amazing. my poem should be on the emo poem list soon titled Why?
wow.this poem is deep.i love it.amazing
Wow.just wow. This is really good. And salem krisley i LOVE your poem!
your poem is so beautiful and deep its realy amazing!!!
know this icelandic girl named Disa that writes both poems and storys and here is one of her poems
Thy head will be my home
Thy eyes will be my secret
Thy lips will be my own
I will die for thy honor
I will break for thy voice
I will kill with thy heart
I will kill for thy kiss.
For I will do all I can do
I will tell all I can tell
With thy kiss, upon my lips.
I die.”
this is her website
http://igabod.bloggar.is/
;_; *sniff*……………….*sniff*…….
<3
OMFG…It’s soooo awesome!! LOVED it!!
wow this is deep n made me cry when i was readin it it reminds me so much of mi ex bf cuz he was so depresed that we broke up i had no idea though cuz he acked like everything was fine so one day i went over to his house (december 12) and his mom said he wants to b left alone but i beeged her just for a few miunts so she let me at i walked in his room i saw him layin on the foor with a rose and a note to me in this hand witch was on his heart he was dread he cutt his wrist then cut the mail artie to his heart till this day ive never forgave myself but its like i feel him with me sometime like when im cryin for n about him its like a feelin that says im never alone u get where im comminfrom well id like to tlk to u sometime so eather send me a message at blueberryluver@hotmail.com or if u have a myspace look me up under alex spoerr k but mi names alex carey
oh ya btw i loved it
its the most amazing poem ive ever heard.
my names amy. my email is itsallabouttheluv@hotmail.co.uk if you wanna add me
That poem is the coooolest poem i’ve ever read!!!!!!!!!!
You Have a wonderful writing ability. Just How deep and life like it was. Very amazing. I am not the EMO person but, I still have to say this was wonderful. If you are ok with telling me, I would like to know your first and last name. Thank you.