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WHOA, HOLD UP, SLOW IT BACK.
What did you call me, jack?
... Emo?
Geez, no.
You did not just slap me
With that stupid bull, see?
Take a seat
And let me defeat
Your song
That is wrong.
With the truth,
Uncouth...
The thing called Emotion
Is a wonderful notion.
It isn't just sadness...
To think that is madness!
It ain't every goth
Found in the broth
That is the world's
Recipe unfurled.
'Cuz no emotion will kill
What you seek to fill!
The thing called Emotion
Is a marvelous notion!
Emotion is feeling,
endlessly reeling.
It's what you act and the way you act it.
How it comes out is how you attack it.
Emotion is our way
Through every day.
It's the way we seek
what we are to speak.
It's what they're gonna see on your face
As you walk about from place to place.
It's what you dare
to go out and wear!
It's how we're sly!
It's how birds fly!
It's why a strong mother protects her young.
It's what keeps a song from being unsung.
Emotion is gigantic, yes it's true!
Emotion even hides in you!
Don't you dare deny it!
You gotta LIVE by it!
There's no shame in letting it out!
Give it up! Go ahead and shout!
... Yo, If that ain't what you wish to do,
I guess u got no damn sense, foo'!
It proves to me what you doth know.
So get up and stomp out the do'.
Don't deceive it.
Just believe it.
Let yo 'Emo' say how to go,
'Cuz it's everything we are and mo'.
What did you call me, jack?
... Emo?
Geez, no.
You did not just slap me
With that stupid bull, see?
Take a seat
And let me defeat
Your song
That is wrong.
With the truth,
Uncouth...
The thing called Emotion
Is a wonderful notion.
It isn't just sadness...
To think that is madness!
It ain't every goth
Found in the broth
That is the world's
Recipe unfurled.
'Cuz no emotion will kill
What you seek to fill!
The thing called Emotion
Is a marvelous notion!
Emotion is feeling,
endlessly reeling.
It's what you act and the way you act it.
How it comes out is how you attack it.
Emotion is our way
Through every day.
It's the way we seek
what we are to speak.
It's what they're gonna see on your face
As you walk about from place to place.
It's what you dare
to go out and wear!
It's how we're sly!
It's how birds fly!
It's why a strong mother protects her young.
It's what keeps a song from being unsung.
Emotion is gigantic, yes it's true!
Emotion even hides in you!
Don't you dare deny it!
You gotta LIVE by it!
There's no shame in letting it out!
Give it up! Go ahead and shout!
... Yo, If that ain't what you wish to do,
I guess u got no damn sense, foo'!
It proves to me what you doth know.
So get up and stomp out the do'.
Don't deceive it.
Just believe it.
Let yo 'Emo' say how to go,
'Cuz it's everything we are and mo'.
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Literature
Mr. Gilbert
So here we are again,
Doing the same as we did before,
Waiting for the bell to ring...
Maybe today you'll do something.
We sit here waiting to be told what to do,
You sit there and tell us to stop talking.
You sit there and wonder why we do nothing,
We're waiting for you to do something.
So here we are doing nothing again...
Have you always done this before?
Have the others before sat waiting for you
Waiting to be told what to do?
Waiting for you to stand up and teach
While you were just biding your time?
Did they just sit waiting for the bell to ring
And waiting for you to do something?
So here we are again,
Same as we will hereafter,
Sa
Literature
What's In Store
Frolicking endlessly, the whims of
Saturday shoppers graze over nutritional labels
like sort-of-first date-tongues.
No matter how long the aisle, there’s a mile
between you and the people you shop
here not to see. They reciprocate the feeling.
A child’s lungs start the rushing spree,
and lines are formed to get the hell out.
There’s still nothing to talk about.
Literature
He plays her body
He plays her body
With black-tipped nails
Nimble and strong fingers
Delicately finding her weakness
One by one
Secrets uncovered
Lips parted with sighs
Longing and breathing hindered
The gaze unblemished
By lies of the heart
Mutual passion now driven
Dishonesty no more a shadow
He owns her now
Body, mind, soul
The smile of a devil
Sealed with a kiss
Dis is a poem that be spikin' dat infamous misconception about da term 'Emotional'. I'm puttin' it back up 2 show you fuas dat there be more 2 it than cryin' 'n' gothicness, beech. Enjoy, foo'.
© 2006 - 2024 BlitzMan
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Wow. Well done. I'm so fucking tired of emotion being trivialized by this 'emo' nonsense. Where the hell did such a silly label come from? I see truly sad people with scars on their wrists being made fun of, and it pisses me off. Anyway, this hit close to home.
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