Always searching

Walking around in circles, lost and confused,

Can’t find what I’m looking for, always looking,
Always searching, searching for you.
Where you went I do not know.
All I know is I feel so very low.

Lost in an endless maze of loneliness and heart ache.

Can’t find what I’m looking for, always looking,
Always searching, searching for you.
Where you went I do not know.
All I know is I feel so very low.

I’m lost; I don’t know how to get out,
Don’t know the way, the way back to life, and the way back to you.
You’re not going to be there anyway,
So Ill always be stuck in this endless maze and loneliness and heart ache.

Can’t find what I’m looking for, always looking,
Always searching, searching for you.
Where you went I do not know.
All I know is I feel so very low.

I’m in a daze, everything is fuzzy,
In this endless maze of loneliness and heartache all the colors run together,
Mixing into a black mess of nothingness.
I’m walking, where my feet are taking me,
I do not know.
I’m walking, always walking.
My feet won’t stop until they find you again,
In this endless maze of loneliness and heart ache.

Can’t find what I’m looking for, always looking,
Always searching, searching for you.
Where you went I do not know.
All I know is I feel so very low.

My body’s so tired, my feet want to stop and rest,
But my heart thinks you’ll come back,
So I walk, always walking.
Where you went I do not know.

Can’t find what I’m looking for, always looking,
Always searching, searching for you.
Where you went I do not know.
All I know is I feel so very low.
Searching, searching for YOU.




The Last

If I knew that, that day was going to be the last,
I would have never brought Her up,
I would have never mentioned Her name,
I would have lavished you with all my love, attention, and tenderness.
I would have given you a lot more kisses.
I would have held onto you tight an never had let you go,
But I didn’t know,
That it was the last.
The last time I would ever get to hold your hand,
To run my fingers through your hair,
The last time to hear your laugh,
To listen to you play guitar,
The last time I would ever get to look into your beautiful brown eyes,
To hear your voice,
The last time I would get to show you my love,
And every thing’s not as bad as it seems.
I never even got to say goodbye,
Or say to your face I love you.
Now it’s too late,
I missed my chance,
I let you down,
I didn’t show you life can be just as good with me,
As it was with Her.
I failed to show you that love can come again.
I failed to make you happy,
I failed myself
But more importantly,
I failed to save you,
I’m sorry.
Now all I can do is think of you,
Memory’s of us.
I lay on my bed and cry, listening to that one song over and over again.
I have no appetite,
I don’t want to do things I once loved to do.
I am numb to life,
All I do is think of you and cry.
Tears fall, like a torrent of water,
Down my face and drop onto my pillow case,
Tears,
My tears,
For you,
Over you,
Never ending.

thoughts of you

are you thinking of me too?

I saw you yesterday and today,

and i just wanted to run away.

you looked so perfect

and i remember why your worth it.

worth all tears that I cry,

worth all the days i want to die,

worth seeing you just for a moment,

watching your every movement.

I try to act like I don’t care

but living with out you I just can’t bare.

I know you see me,

I can feel your gaze wonder clumsily

oh how i want to reach out and touch you

but I know you dont want me to.

you said you wanted me to go away

and your wishes i wont betray

all I want is for you to be happy

even if that means,i have to feel crappy.

so I turn around,

my heart stomped into the ground.

Ignoring you is the hardest part

because,baby,you know you’ll always have my heart

I tried my hardest not to cry

but everyday with out you, is another day i want to die.

I finelly broke down

when no one was around,

mascara tears ran from my eyes

thinking how i believed all your lies.

Grammatically imprecise, structurally devoid and in general; the usual cliché crap as subject matters. This isn't poetry; no matter how hard you want it to be.

Grammatically imprecise, structurally devoid and in general; the usual cliché crap as subject matters. This isn't poetry; no matter how hard you want it to be.

fuck you she writes just fine.

fuck you she writes just fine.

thank you! at least someone understands me

Considering that's coming from a girl who also describes herself as 'emo' and who makes absolutely no attempts to give her argument any credibility through pointing out faults in my statement; I believe my opinions will remain unchanged.

I will grant you that she writes "just fine" for an angsty teenager who got dumped by her boyfriend and who hates her parents so, so much.

u know so what if im depressed i bet egar allen poe was depressed when he wrote he storys so just shut the fuck up

I didn't mention Edgar Allen Poe; irrelevant of the fact that I think his writing is not terribly awe-inspiring, he actually had pretty good reasons to piss and moan considering the way his life went.

Based on your poetry, the only thing you've had to endure is not being loved (possibly because you write really terrible poetry), getting dumped and liking a guy but not being able to tell him about it. Tell you what; pull the curtains open, switch off the MCR or whatever the cool kids are listening to these days, go out and actually experience fuckin' life instead of writing about what yours isn't. Love isn't that hard to find; there's more than six billion people in the world, I'm sure one of them has felt all the emotions you're feeling and would be happy to listen to your outpourings of them.

Read something more poetic than the lyric book in CD cases. Unless you want to read some Joanna Newsom lyrics, which are rather poetic. Read lots of poetry. Try and figure out what's different about it from what you're writing.

You may find things like very careful and deliberate word choice, complex and specific structure and rhyme schemes (if there are any. Many modern poets try and stay away from rhyme because it's hard to not sound like a Hallmark card, which is what your last poem dashes into), attention paid to rhythm and meter (do you have any idea what an iamb or trochee are? These are important to know about when writing poetry, even if you don't use them), and very particular line structure.

None of these considerations are very evident in what you've posted.

Cliche, as per usual. This seems to be emos Faux Pas I wonder if it comes naturally with the tight jeans and black hair. Please go and read some Romantic Poetry or Shakespearean and experience some true talent :)

I wrote a poem in light of the...the things you have wrote
Thoughts of Emo_Gurls Poems
They were just...
far beyond anything
I could concieve -
all of us have,
a poetic abomination,
recieved.

Give me some constructive critism. I'd love to hear what you guys think.
:D

that is brilliant :)
x x x