XxolliexX's emo tangents

  Were we too soon? We should have had the time to build what we had. Because once it starts it can't ever happen again. If only we waited maybe we could have gone out in a bang. Was I too far? I couldn't get that bass feeling in my chest. That for me is not just apart of life without it I can't manage. You were always that for me, something others could live without but for me if I didn't have you I would spiral and find myself drinking to fill the void and on the floor the next afternoon. You may look great from afar, but you are one in the same with fireworks if I can't feel it, it isn't there. Will it ever be there, that feeling that makes you nervous like you have to embarrass yourself for their amusement. Mabey later I will realize that in doing this I am just digging myself a deeper hole. But for now I will watch you from afar and know in my bones that I can't ever get close enough to truly feel you, to get my fill. Do I even truly want that utterly n

  I love the sting as you enter my lungs. Every mark you make the more I take you in. The Worse the better. You leave your mark and damage me leaving me only wanting more. You both fill and create the holes in my body. I don't know what your doing to me, but i love the way you hurt me leaving me on the floor and hitting me while I'm down, hacking and choking, but I keep chasing after your high. I think the risk is what attracts me. The sting the smell the initial pain and the way I get used to it every time. complaints of worry and disgust are skewed yet I still run back to you and hate it every time that I do. My response is almost like auto pilot I continue to ignore and return leaving me on the floor gasping every time I return disgusted with the way I treat myself yet I always turn around begging for more. I turn to you in droughts of strong emotion a response for those who are looking for comfort, yet I turn to you and get the opposite, like listening to sad music just to

  How do I say this without being rude your obsession is pathetic and crazed. It's loud anxious and worst of all fueled not by hatred or lust but spoilage. The only part of the years left uncertain that does not fit is my absolute understanding that you have never been told no. The fondness of your mother so much so you would bring her to a concert with your friends who didn't and your complete lack of understanding in a drought of rejection. You play down right stupid and say you don't understand when I have made it clear time and time again "Your welcome to join us but we don't want your mother to join us" a reasonable reaction along the lines of okay I will go and not bring my mom or I will go separately would due however you refuse to fit into others standards of comfort yet ask to be notified when doing something wrong just to blame and refuse to accept that you may be wrong or out of line. Threating to "do something stupid" when asked, yes blun

  9 Evaluate whether poets have any role to play in society.    laying on a bed after a long excruciating day thinking there may be no hope left in the world, are we destined to live in a cycle of consumption and greed forever working for the powerful and hungry a recipe for hate gnawing at the very confines of society. Putting on your favorite CD and listening to the artist pour out their heart through your bedroom speakers a decision is made to live life for yourself and change the very way you think. Many may argue that poetry is a mundane and irrelevant form of art this is wrong however because music is a form of poetry, poetry can change how someone may feel and, poetry can be used to strengthen many art forms.   Firstly, music is a form of poetry, many people love and live music and many artists are spilling their hearts out into their lyrics to convey a message. Many lyricists write about personal issues and usually that starts by writing words on paper. Many of these words on p

 The second you see me you beg to leave is the sight of me too much to bear. The thought of me a weight on your mind enough to squash your brain. Devoid it of all forms of being polite. No relent for your need to leave and forget it all. Yet you cant escape the ties are too tight every year we will meet whether its desired or dreaded. You get sick at the sight of me and I get blank at your image. Will it ever be the same or are the things we shared only due to forced friendliness and ease of access. 

  Hot, Wet, and Sufferable hot, wet, and sufferable, is that what we are destined to be? You shot me through the lungs so i could depend on yours. No matter the apologies you got what you needed and I needed when I got. I breathe through you just for you to infect my tract and blame it on me. Will you do better, can you do better? Is this just who you are, who you were raised to be. I thought you were better than this but you stabbed me with a dull knife just because you knew it would hurt more. Your blows are low but I can blow even lower. The line were your legs meet my face were your favorite and you know I will never be back. I fill your void in a way you will never replicate. I left you standing there craving something you knew you polluted. You are my smoke, I love the smell of you, your feeling as you fill my lungs but the damage will never be worth the high yet I continue to burn my eyes and lungs and breathe in your secondhand smoke not caring who may have concerns as your mor