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Emo Poetry Day |
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 In celebration of ISFAT's resident philosopher and her famous poems, I hereby dub this day Emo Poetry Day on ISFAT! From now on, July 18th (lonely day's birthday) shall be a day of apathetic bursts of loneliness and despair!  July 18th is your chance to express the embarrassing inner fears and doubts that may often consume your mind. So let's start breaking down these walls! Reply to this topic with your confessions and online tears, or even start your own Emo Poetry Day inspired topics. What are you afraid of? What's making you panic lately? And most importantly, how do you feel? No, really... how do you feel? Are you happy? C'mon... you can tell us! There's a subscription package in it for the best emo confession. Once again, HAPPY BIRTHDAY to lonely day! It was with her bravery to share her most private feelings with the world that Emo Poetry Day was born. Too often we create these barriers around our feelings and somewhere along the road, we stop telling each other how we feel. No one's judging you, we all get to be emo today! I've also got a subscription package for the complainer who wishes lonely day a 'happy birthday' with the most apathetic Emo Poetry Day spirit. Oh, and since this is the first time, I'm gonna extend the festivities until the end of the week, festival style! Congrats lonely day, your birthday is the start to something  
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 Jul 18 2007, 07:37 AM
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 Happy one year closer to the day you die and suffer the infinity of sweet death day loney day! 
This post has been edited by slurpee: Jul 18 2007, 07:42 AM
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my life is a black abyss...
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death.
death. death. black. death. death. dead. happy birthday =)
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gee try not to be TOO happy
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i hate life
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how does it feel lonely day?
every single year you age is another one closer to heartbreak. all good things must come to an end. every smile seems to vanish a second after its started. waves, winks, "heys", all insincere. every single thing that anyone ever does to acknowledge anyones existence is merely to advance themselves in what they believe to be a self-revolving universe. so congratulations. you lasted another year. another year of pointlessly existing. we make up all these milestones in a life to make it seem like humans actually have an impact on the universe. make it seem like our lives actually matter, they dont. nothing does. the only mark we can leave on the world is in the memories of others. memories fade. and so will you. have a shit birthday.
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i shotgun the monkeys subscription package cause he already has one
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we all flick our emo fringes out of our face at you and mope along to MCR! keep cryin! love i mean err... yours in death. lozbox
*presents massive red hankie* hang it out of your back pocket of your black skinny jeans. it makes ya look more emo 
This post has been edited by lozinabox: Jul 18 2007, 10:57 AM
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Okay so I wrote an emo poem. Excuse the poor poetic use of commas/full-stops etc.
My life is a never-ending struggle. Each day I try and I fail, left with the memory of yet another thing I didn't get. Something I can never regain. Something I am doomed never to achieve. Another hope unfulfilled. I am completely alone. No one understands. Any happiness in my life is merely a brief prelude to the unavoidable pain that awaits me. Why even bother? What is there to look forward to? Love? Love is but a prelude to agony. The shattering of my heart into a million pieces. Hope leads only to disappointment and despair, Happiness to grief. The world rejects me for what I am so I shall undo myself, erase myself from the world until the end of time. A razor's kiss will free me from this tired lonely body, this life that offers only failure and misery. I cannot carry on. I am sick and there is only one cure. The endless dark awaits me... btw MCR is teh best 
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What is life but purpose, but without purpose what i am, why i am.
All will end vainly in dust, the same dust i was created from, the same dust from the belly of a star to end so shamfully in the belly of maggots is all that awaits, what does one have to look forward to? love? Love is fleeting and adventaully leads to agonizing pain through humiliating cruelty or the bitter bite of time which will make dust of us all. Friends, family? like a flicker of time that burns bright but fades and leaves nought but a cold chill in its wake. Why then does one bother with these bumps, why should we bother at all when we can end suffering, end pain and tragity, we can end suffering with one act that will leave our mark, if we can leave nought else behind then our moment of truth so be it, this is the gift of metal with its sweet bite or the tight embrace of the noose. I wont suffer no more and i welcome the abyss and enevitable dust. If im lucky, i might come back as a zombie. This post has been edited by slurpee: Jul 19 2007, 07:05 AM
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 HEED MY WORDS: 'tot is love |  G.Way4Lyf |  lolz iheartsyouguys!!
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QUOTE (CH!MP @ Jul 18 2007, 11:34 AM)  What is there to look forward to? Love? Love is but a prelude to agony. The shattering of my heart into a million pieces. QUOTE (slurpee @ Jul 19 2007, 07:23 AM) what does one have to look forward to? love? Love is fleeting and adventaully leads to agonizing pain through humiliating cruelty or the bitter bite of time which will make dust of us all. Reeeeal original *cough*  lol u slurpee
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the vice grip on my throat
is tighter than my jeans the red shadow under my eye is bloodier than my wrists the tears I choke back each day are saltier then the earth the shards of my heart are sharper than my eyeliner
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fuck u isfatters. stop hating on us.
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Thank you evil! I acutally had a bad birthday for the most part.... I think I got a peom for this
I'm lying on the floor with no one there, Thinking to myself is it worth all this pain, Don't try to save me, I can't even save myself from this hell I call my own, Without you I can't stand the pain, Life is so unkind, Knowing there is another her, Kills me inside, Don't try to save me, I'm already dead....
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I hope you didn't wallow on the floor in a puddle of tears....
A girl sits, in the darkness and the quiet. She wonders, were will I go now? That there is no riot. Kyle, she chokes as the tears fall down her face. Why don't you love me? Did I fall from grace? Never again will colour enter her life, The sun brings torture to her lost soul. Being emo, has caused her some social strife. But she found comfort in her eye liner of charcoal. Her family steps around her as she brings the blade to her arm, No one cares; she thinks; when it causes her harm. There is hope out there for people like her. When daybreak comes she may find a bright spark inside herself. And one day join the rest of us, and not think of life as hell.
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Happy birthday, You've sorta survived another year, though you were still alive just yesterday.
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Weirdest thing, I had a dream last night that I'd fallen asleep for four days and woken up on my birthday.
Then... well, it turned out I'm just sick. I quite like the poem I wrote.
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I like it to ledemente...Do you mind if I use it????? And thanks to everyone who wished me a happy birthday
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