tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39339332223354155642012-02-16T13:06:34.526-08:00let's be honest - we were all emo kids. maybe some of us wore it proudly on our sleeves, say, whilst screaming ourselves hoarse at Dashboard Confessional shows (ahem), while others chose to brood behind closed doors. but everyone was once a misunderstood, angsty teenager. and a lot of us wrote really shitty poetry to that effect. let us embrace it here.Amy Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13192750549078242969noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3933933222335415564.post-91103722710103380102009-09-03T10:55:00.000-07:002009-09-03T10:59:19.236-07:00thanks to Eric for this gem. slant rhyme FTW!<br /><br />***<br /><br /><i>You were like my pancake, I think I suppose.<br /><br />You tasted good with syrup, that’s all I know.<br /><br />But now the taste is gone, the sugars all slime.<br /><br />A lump on my plate, only plain in my mind.<br /><br />No taste, no flavor, you lie there dead.<br /><br />Was the taste for real? Was it all in my head?<br /><br />Your hardness to my fork is all but proof.<br /><br />You would make a good frisbee if I threw you from my roof.</i><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3933933222335415564-9110372271010338010?l=clovesandthecure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amy Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13192750549078242969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3933933222335415564.post-58191703398802115452009-08-29T12:35:00.000-07:002009-08-29T12:35:44.095-07:00written, rather obviously, for an unrequited love, senior year of high school. the character placement absolutely slays me. my english teacher would have beat me senseless if I ever thought to turn such a thing in.<br /><br />***<br /><br /><i>your smell is on me<br />and covers me like a <br />blanket that i can’t remove<br />no matter how hard i push and pull <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; and push and pull. <br />i can’t even look at your profile,<br />your hair looks so good, you just look so <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; good<br />to me and it hurts to look into your eyes. <br />those eyes that<br />used to follow me <br /><br />everywhere<br /><br />and now they’re just a part of my existence. <br />i can’t deal with this pain right now, <br />it’s squeezing the&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; life out of <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; my soul, i just can’t deal with my heart <br />throwing itself at the walls of my chest and begging me, just begging me to <br /><br />let it go. <br />let it go.<br />let it go.<br /><br />let it bleed <br /><br />out the sadness&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; and die, <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; die on the floor by my feet.<br />why can’t i&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; die on the floor by the feet of the chair that holds me<br />and refuses to fall through to the center of the earth. <br />i can’t do this, i can’t be strong,<br />i can’t just sit here in <br /><br />s i l e n c e <br /><br />and not do a single thing while you are right there next to me and i can’t hold you. <br />we said we didn’t want to ruin anything, <br />didn’t we? that’s why you’re not <br />in my arms right now because we didn’t want it to end up <br />in a tornado<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; of hatred and confusion. <br />but it’s ruined. <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; i can feel it.&nbsp; you no longer do <br />everything in your power to find me, you no longer <br />blatantly show how much you care, <br /><br />no, you were going to disappear on me again. <br />you were. <br /><br />but i won’t let you, you were the one who wouldn’t let it happen <br />so i’ll never leave you. <br />in your dreams you’ll see my face and the bittersweet<br />t<br />&nbsp; e<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; a<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; r<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; s <br /><br />falling down my cheeks will remind you.<br /><br />i don’t want you to hurt. <br />i don’t want you to hurt like i hurt.<br /><br />so then this might have to be.<br />goodbye<br /></i><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3933933222335415564-5819170339880211545?l=clovesandthecure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amy Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13192750549078242969noreply@blogger.com0