L.Ø.V.E

L.Ø.V.E
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From the bottom of my broken heart
Theres just a thing or two Id like you to know
You were my first love,
You were my true love
From the first kisses to the very last rose
From the bottom of my broken heart
Even through time may find me somebody new
You were my real love
I never knew love
til there was you
From the bottom of my broken heart


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# Posté le lundi 11 décembre 2006 22:56

Modifié le samedi 16 décembre 2006 22:47

Emø

Emø
Dear Diary:

Mood:
Apathetic.

My li
fe is spiralling downward. I couldn't get enough money to go to the Blood Red Romance and Suffocate me dry concert. It sucks 'cause 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 do that flippy thingy. Like that guy from that band can do. Some days, you know...

I'm an emo kid, non-conforming as can be
Y
ou'd be non-conforming too if you looked just like me
I ha
ve paint on my nails and make-up 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 dykes
'Cause emo is one step below transvestite!

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 sensetive with low self-esteem
The way I dress makes every day feel like Halloween
I
have no real problems but I like to make believe
I sto
le my sister's mascara now I'm grounded for a week
Sul
king and writing poetry are my hobbies
I ca
n't get through a Hawthorne Heights album without sobbing
Gi
rls 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
D
ye in my hair and 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 it's suffocating me. Grabbing ahold of me and tightening its grip, tighter than a pair of my little sister's jeans... which look great on my by the way.

When I get depressed I cut my wrists in every direction
Hear
ing songs about getting dumped give me an erection
I write in a live journal and wear thick rimmed glasses
I
told my friends I bleed black and cry during classes
I'm jus
t a bad, cheap imitation of goth
Y
ou can 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 hate my parentals
I
must be emo
Me and my friends all look like clones
I must be E-Mo

My parents just don't get me, you know. They think I'm gay just because they saw me kiss a guy. Well, a couple guys. But I mean, it's the 2000s. Can't 2... or 4 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 that gets me, you're my best friend...

I
feel like tacos.
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# Posté le lundi 04 décembre 2006 17:47

Modifié le lundi 11 décembre 2006 22:28

Tell me why ..

Tell me why ..
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Why did her uncle have to molest her?
Why is the bomb always getting the last word?
Why did all them cops have to be shootin' to kill
Why does human life always denied for loot?
What are we supposed to say to our kids when they say 'why'?


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Souls are captured
Dreams are stolen
Hearts are broken
Evil blantantly rewarded

# Posté le vendredi 01 décembre 2006 10:34

Modifié le lundi 04 décembre 2006 17:27