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Oct. 15th, 2006 | 10:19 pm
music: SUPERCAR - Drive

At times, when depression doth loom,
its ugly head shrouded in drapéd gloom;
when the sky doth scowl
and rage -
               and tear -
                                and storm most foul
when all my life seems dour and grey,
and time does naught but wither away
when all is sadness, melancholy and fear
and release
                   - sweet release!
                                         - is nowhere near;
At times like these, I sit and write
emo poems, long into the night.

And because they're silly
and I make stupid rhymes, willy-nilly,
they make me feel better.

beat THAT, emo bitches.

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So what is a missitar?

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from: missitar
date: Oct. 16th, 2006 05:48 am (UTC)


Any emo poem that uses the phrase "emo poem" wins.

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