Eddy's Emo Poems (non *b/dl)

[Eddy]

Well here some poems that I wrote in the last year or so, hope you enjoy them.

A Stoner and His Friend

A free loving soul who don't care what the law say...
This plant is his friend...
A friend that can be roll and smoke for his enjoyment...
To help him escape the reality of this world...
It speed up time for him while protect his body from pain...
This friend was create by an unseen force for enjoyment...
But fear by the people with no or little knowledge of it...
You seen the commercial, people telling you that he bad for you...
There just hater, because he wont be there friend...
Because he only hang out with people who like him for himself...
But don't be greedy with him...
Don't lock him in a box where he cant be share...
Let him out and share him with the world...
Let them have a taste of him...
He wont bite...


The Dream Of A Restless Soul Of A Nobody

He walks the earth unknown by the people around him
Some hear or seen him but never knew him
He was searching for a special someone
Someone that well love him the same way he love them
That was his dream that never came true
Without the warm of someone's love, he disappear in the shadows
Unable to enter the gates of the afterlife
He was doom to walk the earth as just a soul
With no one missing him or caring that he was gone
He was just a another nobody
Just living from day to day
But maybe one of these day
He would meet another restless soul also doom to walk this earth
Someone that well love him
Someone that share the same pain as him
Someone that would be his special someone
Then maybe, just maybe
They can both enter the gates of the afterlife together
And have their dream finally came true


The Footsteps Of The Dead....

Can you hear it....
The sound that you pretend to not to hear....
A sound with a beat to it....
A sound with revenge to it....
There coming after you but you don't believe it....
There coming for your due....
A due that you earn because of your past....
A past that you try to escape from but couldn't....
You hear the footsteps at the door, you prepare for the worse....
You know there no chance to escape from it.....
They got you surround....
They want to take something from you that you took from them....
There life....
The footsteps of the dead have came for there taker....


Love

It a feeling that bring happiness
but can bring great sorrow if lost
it a weakness and a strength
fear and worship
cause of it strength, power, and control
It can control in a snap
and hurt in just seconds
Turn Friend to Enemies
All because of a feeling
that was born in us
No cure for it
with no way to get rid of it
no knowledge on how it came forth
this is love
friend, enemy, self


Pain

There a pain in your heart
You smash your head against the wall to get rid of it.
You feel the blood run down your body.
Your skin turn gray because of it
Every second you stand there, your soul dies a little bit.
The pain is like a virus that wont go away.
It eating away at you.
You want to scream but nothing comes out.
You want to die but you cant.
So you fall into your grave.
Hoping that the pain well go away.
You lay in you own sadness.
Alone and scare


Revenge

You hear the sound…
The sound of his footsteps from a mile away…
You don't want to believe it…
That he has finally came for you…
You took his family away when you kill them…
You rape and murder his wife and daughter in front of him…
You saw the anger in his eyes when you did it…
Then you have the guts to ask him for any final worlds…
His final world was simple…
"I curse you with my revenge that you riot in the hell that you came from"
You just laugh and shot him point blank in the skull…
Thinking that the day well never came…
But now it is his day to shine and have his revenge on you…
He know where you live…
You try to escape…
But he got you surrounded…
He and his revenge for you...
He came to take what you took from him and his family…
His family life and soul…
He break into your house…
He want you…
He say with a smile that your soul is his now…
He got you in a corner…
You see his eyes and the anger that lives in them now…
You know now that it your time to go…
And pay for your evil past…


The Wraith

A mask figure.
He waited for you
In a place call the cemetery gates.
A place where the souls go to.
Each one came to the place with the help of his crow.
To meet him in the cemetery gates.
Because he decided if they go to heaven or hell.
He goes by many names, but his name is the Wraith
A cross between the Devil and the Reaper.
He is the keeper of the book of history.
A powerful book that has the history of everyone on earth.
He know when you been bad or good.
So he waited in the cemetery gates.
He waited for you to came and visit him.

[Digital]

Why would someone tag any poem as emo? Because it conveys emotion? Wow, that would mean even Wordsworth was emo.
Don't take the above statement badly Eddy. What I'm trying to say is, your poems are good, and you ought to keep trying, but never haste to label them as anything.