A red kimono
Red pearled lips
White painted skin
A Geisha is a midst
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you dont take things for granted
others do
-Melc
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The remaining march to the dark
Mel Reyes
Walk my soldiers
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I'm young, i know. Yes, I am only 16. But so what? Age doesn't make one a poet! I enjoy rhyming, and my mind is constanly doing just that! I could type 50 poems in a day! Not joke. I would never submit someone elses work, because I feel low. I like to think that I can accomplish by myself, not with the help of others. One of my poems, that I will not give much info about, will doon be published in a book! (Restriction do to theft and such) I like to rhyme about life, it's troubles, and ramble about myself too xD. Please read and comment my poems!)
Emo Tastic
Emo tastic
I'm emo tastic
I slit my wrists
I cry in corners
Cause you don't care
I wear tight jeans
Black liner to the max
Odd colored hair
Colored contacts
Am I goth?
Am I grunge?
Am I punk?
No, I'm Emo.
Did you notice?
No.
Because no one likes you.
Why?
Cause Emo's always cry.
Emo tastics should just shut up
Go jump infront a speeding bus.
So you didn't get concert tickets
Oh Jesus, kill me.
So you got dumbed.
Oh Satan, burn me.
So your fat.
Oh lord help me.
No, wait, stop going to Burger king.
No one like's Emos.
Over rated.
Go slit your wrists in a closet.
Where we lock you up to shut you up,
To not hear your annoying cries.
Emo's find no good reason.
They cry and cry because they 'think'
they live in misery.
Have a shelter?
Your not Emo.
Have food?
Your not Emo.
Go to school?
Your not Emo.
Fight with your parents?
Your not Emo.
Your the problem.
With your delusional eyes.
Get a grip
you annoying fly.