Little Night poetry vol 29 (Very, very mad World)

Hodnú chvíľu som len tak sedela a rozmýšľala nad tou básňou... je pekná, ale tie dve predtým sa mi páčili viac.. Prečo? Lebo som len človek.. presne taký ako sú ľudia v tvojej básni - buď nechcú vnímať čo sa okolo nich deje, alebo keď to aj vnímajú, tak o tom len veľmi neradi hovoria..

velmi pekné

Táto je jedna z najlepších, čo som od Teba čítala.

Vidíš to všetko. No pravdepodobne dôjde k zmene. S vekom chodia klapky na oči a štuple do uší. (I'm negative about this)

Reakcia s podnetom- svet?

Dear Diary, Mood: Apathetic

My life is spiraling downward

I couldn’t get enough money to go to the Blood Red romance andsuffocate me dry concert

It sucks because they play some of my favorite songs like, Stab My Heart because I Love You and Rip Apart My Soul and of course Stabby, Rip, Stab, Stab

And it doesn’t help that I couldn’t get my hair to flippy thing either, like that guy from that band could do. Somedays.

I’m an emo kid, non-confroming as can be you’d be non-conforming to if you looked just like me

I have paint on my nails and makeup on my face

I’m almost emo enough to start shaving my legs, cause I feel real deep when I’m dressing in drag I call it freedom of expression, most just call me a fag

Cause our dudes look like chicks and our chicks look like dikes

Cause emo is one step below tranvestite

Stop my breathing and slit my throat

I must be emo

I don’t jump around when I go to shows

I must be emo

I’m dark, and sensitive with low self esteem

The way I dress makes everyday feel like Halloween

I have no real problems but I like to make believe

I stole my sisters mascara and now I’m grounded for a week

Sulking and writing poetry are my hobbies

I can’t get through a Hawthorne Heights album without sobbing

Girls keep breaking up with me

It’s never any fun they say they already have a pussy

They don’t need another one

Stop my breathing and slit my throat

I must be emo

I don’t jump around when I go to shows

I must be emo

Dye in my hair nail polish on my toes

I must be emo

I play guitar and write suicide notes

I must be emo

My life is just a black abyss

You know? It’s so dark

And its suffocating me

Grabbing a hold of me and tightening its grip

Tighter than a pair of my little sisters jeans.

Which look great on me, by the way

When I get depressed I cut my wrists in every direction

Hearing songs about getting dumped give me an erection

I write in a live journal and wear thick rimmed glasses

I tell my friends I bleed black and cry during classes

I’m just a bad, cheap, imitation of goth

You could read me Catcher In The Rye and watch me jack-off

I wear skin tight clothes while hating my life

If I said I like girls I’d only be half right

I look like I’m dead and dress like a homo

I must be emo

Screw XBOX I play old school Nintendo

I must be emo

I like to whine and hit my parentals

I must be emo

Me and my friends all look like clones

I must be emo

My parents don’t get me , you know?

They think I’m gay because they saw me kiss a guy ,well, a couple of guys

But I mean, it's the 2000's, can’t two, or four dudes make out with each other without being gay?

I mean chicks dig that kind of thing anyways

I don’t know diary, sometimes I think you’re the only one on that gets me, You’re my best friend, I feel like tacos.

wow tak teraz vážne neviem čo od teba ešte čakať

čítam ju už asi tretí krát

písal si už niečo na túto tému?

suuper je

Krásna...(ešte si ju niekedy prečítam opäť)

...škoda,že svet nenosí ružové okuliare ...

Tak opäť som si na teba klikla že si prečítam dáku tu kvalitku ,keď ja stagnujem už nestagnujem,ale to je jedno

ľubilo sa,chvalime