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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Emo is what I do.
First real Poem
Short And Sharp, Like a Knife.

The Colours fade,
Only shades of Gray
And the blossom of red,
Feeling near-dead

If I had stayed my hand,
And the blade looked less grand,
If my hand did not slip,
The Blood did not Flow,
If I had chosen to Stay,
Instead of to Go

Red is Passion
Red is Life
Red is the Blood
Dripping from my Knife

Sharp and Bright,
Reflecting the Light,
Then covered with Life,
Portraying my Strife

As my vision Fades,
And my Tears Fall,
I realize my desicion,
Might be wrong after all.

Submitted: April 27, 2010

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Tree Star

Hindsight is always 20/20 eh? I'm not really into the whole emo thing, but this was a poem latent with conflict and pure emotion. I'm interested in reading more of your work ;)

Tue, April 27th, 2010 11:01pm

Alice Van Zandt

This is really good for your first real poem.I agree with Tree Star, I'm not into the emo thing that much either but this good enough to where that doesn't matter much.

Tue, April 27th, 2010 11:48pm


We have a lot in common, chek me out.

Tue, May 4th, 2010 4:50am

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