It was so quiet when the clocks had stopped
so empty when the gates were locked
so vacant when the dreamers died
their hopes and love sucked ghastly dry
their dreams they withered to despair
which left their minds so bleak and bare
no longer blessed with zest and joy
their emptiness left to destroy
their darknesses painted works of art
and dressed in black their hollow hearts
which no longer were upon their sleeve
but buried far beyond their reach
they were told that on the other side
they’d find their missing joy and pride
but the knowledged that they sadly lacked
was once you’re there you can’t come back
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I remember perpetuate the stereotype.
That ***** was feisty.
Her poems no longer languish here
She seemed awfully bitchy.
Feminists. What can I say?
Ice – Cube. Can I get an AK?
will andrew luck get lucky tonight, that’s the big question
i don’t know who you’re talking about, i’m new here, just dropping by to meet some emos and get pick up tips from pedos
Nice poem not sue I understand it though, not to be stupid or anything.
I don’t either, that’s the magic of contemporary art
I did i thought the meaning was quite straightforward tbh
I did too. I think it’s about how much you lose when you lose your hope & dreams and how that leads to the desire for death. It talks about how the promise of the wonderful afterlife (or the nothingness we desire which xanadu cleverly explained can’t exist) may not be true & then you’re fucked since you can’t come back.
thanks so much you for your thoughts, guys
New England Patriots fan on a suicide site??
What a cliche.
Next thing we know there will be emos here using their personality as a form of birth control.
(Super effective).
Andrew Luck was good at Stanford.
Blah. Who cares. Time for another Boston Lager.
(Kindly delete this comment).
For fucks sake quit with the inappropriate comments. Can someone say harassment?
Hi Perpetuate. Don’t mind drunk morons. I like your poem.
thanks Percy, you rock 🙂
Someone’s butt-sore.
* lookin around, lookin’ nowhere in particular*.
Ouch.
Get over it.
*Again, addressed at no one in particular*
Have you realized how many of your comments on this site count as harassment? Sexual harassment, and other rude comments towards people like Perpetuate. What did she ever do to you? She’s underage. Have you forgotten that? Everyone doesn’t exist to be a fucking sex object. Grow the fuck up.
yeah shrubs! leave the underage girls to me, don’t be greedy, man
And you’re rude to people like WIG. Do you even listen to yourself? You sound like a sexual predator.
(My point being that you’re being hypocritical by hating on him when you say even worse than he does.)
I’m detecting a slight air of hostility.
Is something wrong, sweetheart?
Go ahead and spill yer guts, sweet cheeks.
Some thing wrong, babe?
There you are. Harassment right there. I hope Admin notices this.
Someone needs a hot_beef injection.
No one in particular. Just an observation. .
You know, I really hope you realize why you’re alone. I hope it sinks in someday. “Oh maybe if I didn’t want to be an asshole people would actually like me, imagine that.” It’s not rocket science.
not the chargers for sure, they already got their hot beef serving by the dolphins yowch
The Dolphins debacle was certainly an unfortunate occurrence. I’ll give you that.
Damn.
37-0. That’s my own personal holocaust. .
I know you Shrubbery, better than most of the people who visit this site. I know that at heart you’re not really an asshole, you just choose to be one sometimes (particularly when you’re intoxicated). If that’s the image you want to present to the world, suit yourself. It’s your choice, but it doesn’t mean other people have to tolerate it.
Seriously I do hope you learn self-awareness and try to be more of a decent person.
@Aquamarine; I kinda prefer being alone. Human beings are complicated and messy. They ruin stuff. They’re a pain in the ass.
Being alone doesn’t mean you’re lonely.
Exactly, that’s why I’m alone and why I don’t desperately flirt with everyone in sight.
Exactly. That’s why we need to spend the winter together.
Give me a call when you’ve learnt proper etiquette on how to interact with other human beings. And when you’ve learned to stop abusing the kindness of others and that you can actually be a likeable person if you try. You know, if somebody says they like you it means you don’t try to push them away at least once a week by instigating arguments and so on. And when you’ve learned that nobody likes being sexual harassed on public sites.
Maybe once you’ve grown up, you’ll actually be able to manage being someone’s romantic p*rtner. Or perhaps you’ll never learn and you’ll end up old, alone and miserable like Ebenezer Scrooge in The Christmas Carol. Who can say.
So you’re sayin’ I’ve still got a shot at getting a blowjob?
With comments like that, no. I guess you’ll just have to be happy with paying hundreds of dollars for whores after all. 🙂
@shrubbery I hate trying to communicate with you when you’re drunk. You must like being a drunken idiot since you drink so often. C’est la vie.
Whores are often very nice people.
If you gotta problem with whores, well…try not to be so judgmental.
Oh no. I don’t have a problem with sex-workers. I have a problem with you, not them. 🙂
I have better things to do. I’m out. I hope you learn to be classy someday.
I will allow you to email me.
You may email me. Apologize, profess your love, and I might welcome you back in.
Choose your words carefully.
I am shrubbery.
G’nite Doll Face. 🙂
You could apologize to me but to be honest I think it’s too late for that. Ciao.
Your loss.
Wanna spend the winter with me? I have large mittens.
P.S. @shrubbery As a whole, I don’t dislike you (I only have a problem with your behavior when you purposely act like a jerk).
I wish you the best.
Nice to see you back. Enjoyed the poem. 🙂
I like this poem alot, especially the last sentence.