Ryleealyse-emo prep• Show poetry

my name is rylee im 15 ive gone through some stuff but not nearly what some people have,i like this site because it helps me understand myself more when i look back on my poems,i love to talk to people so if u wanna talk write meh
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~~Try Not Cry~~

Mommy.. Johnny brought a gun to school,

He told his friends that it was cool,

And when he pulled the trigger back,

It shot with a great crack.

Mommy, I was a good girl, I did What I was told,

I went to school, I got straight A's, I even got the gold!

But Mommy, when I went to school that day,

I never said good-bye,

I'm sorry Mommy, I had to go, But Mommy, please don't cry.

When Johnny shot the gun, He hit me and another,

And all because Johnny, Got the gun from his older brother.

Mommy, please tell Daddy; That I love him very much,

And please tell Zack; my boyfriend; That it wasn't just a crush.

And tell my little sister; That she is the only one now,

And tell my dear sweet grandmother; I'll be waiting for her now,

And tell my wonderful friends; That they always were the best;

Mommy, I'm not the first, I'm no better than the rest.

Mommy, tell my teachers; I won't show up for class,

And never to forget this, And please don't let this pass.

Mommy, why'd it have to be me? No one deserves this,

Mommy, warn the others, Mommy I left without a kiss.

And Mommy tell the doctors; I know they really did try,

I think I even saw a doctor, Trying not to cry.

Mommy, I'm slowly dying, With a bullet in my chest,

But Mommy please remember, I'm in heaven with the rest.

Mommy I ran as fast as I could,

When I heard that crack, Mommy, listen to me if you would,

I wanted to go to college, I wanted to try things that were new,

I guess I'm not going with Daddy, On that trip to the new zoo.

I wanted to get married, I wanted to have a kid,

I wanted to be an actress, Mommy, I wanted to live.

But Mommy I must go now, The time is getting late,

Mommy, tell my Zack, I'm sorry but I had to cancel the date.

I love you Mommy, I always have, I know; you know it's true,

And Mommy all I say is, "Mommy, I love you."
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A girl and guy were speeding down a road on a motorcycle over 90 mph
GURL:Slow down,Im scared
Guy:No this is fun
Gurl:No its not,please,its scary
Guy:Then Tell me you love me
Gurlkay I love you
Guy:Now give me a big hug
*Gurl hugs him*
Guy:Now can you take off my helmet and put it on you its bugging me
*In the paper the next day*
Motorcycle carsh due to brake failure
The guy realized half way down the road his brakes had failed so instead of telling her and scareing her he had her say she loved him,felt her hug one last time,and made her put on his helmet so she would live even though it meant he would die

If you would do this for some one you love put this on your page A.S.A.P
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HATE EMO? READ THIS: Isn't it funny that when you go to the shops with your friends you look down at the girl with black jeans and studs but smile at the girl wearing a mini with a t-shirt that barely covers anything? Isn't it funny you can change your music taste to impress a guy but when it comes to a girl who likes her own music and her own style, you give her a mouthful? ISN'T IT FUNNY that a guy can get away with being a gangsta but the emo gets a mouthful from everyone, are you laughing? Isn't it funny an emo can be quiet all through the week but gets more shit from everyone than the girl who sleeps around and sells her virginity? ISN'T IT FUNNY that you dont mind your friends drinking, smoking but the minute someone mentions emo music you can give them a lecture on melodramatic teenage outcasts? I'm not laughing. IT'S SO FUNNY that you and your friends can make a girls life hell and not know anything about the silent battle she might be fighting. ISN'T IT FUNNY that you can call emos, punks, goths the retards but still manage to get through your day without an inch of guilt in your heart. HOW YOU CAN CALL A GIRL A POSER? HOW CAN YOU SAY "YOUR NOT EMO" OR "ATTENTION SEEKER" WITHOUT SPENDING A SECOND TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHY THERE ARE CUTS ON HER WRISTS AND WHY SHE SPENDS HER LUNCHTIMES CRYING INSTEAD OF LAUGHING WITH HER FRIENDS? KEEP ON LAUGHING isn't it funny you can say and do all this without any idea of what is going on in this persons life without knowing her situation with her friends or herfamily or her life BRAVE ISN'T GOING UP ON STAGE AND STRIPPING! BRAVE IS NOT SAYING A SPEECH OR DUMPING YOUR BOYFRIEND! BRAVE IS GOING TO SCHOOL ON MUFTI DAY AND NOT FOR A SECOND CARE WHAT THE WHORES AROUND YOU ARE SAYING ABOUT YOUR CLOTHES! IT'S LISTENING TO YOUR OWN MUSIC AND BEING PROUD OF IT! IT'S GOING THROUGH EVERY DAY WITH THE THINGS PEOPLE SAY TO YOUR FACE AND BEHIND YOUR BACK AND YOU STILL KEEP QUIET.
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Place this on you account if you have ever tried or thought of suicide
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SHE'S BEAUTIFUL
She'll cut her wrist with diamonds
SHE'S GORGEOUS
she'll hang herself with pearls
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have u ever woundered why you are here why your suicide attemps have all failed i have woundered the same thing but i think its because some reason im supposed to be here i think thats why we fail at our attemps if you gree with my comment stick it on your page
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"My name is dannie
I am but three,
My eyes are swollen
I cannot see,
I must be stupid
I must be bad,
What else could have made
My daddy so mad?
I wish I were better
I wish I weren't ugly,
Then maybe my mommy
Would still want to hug me.
I can't speak at all
I can't do a wrong
Or else I'm locked up
All the day long
When I awake
I'm all alone
The house is dark
My folks aren't home.
When my mommy does come
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll get
just One whipping tonight
Don't make a sound!
I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Charlie's Bar.
I hear him curse
My name he calls
I press myself
Against the wall.
I try and hide
From his evil eyes
I'm so afraid now
I'm starting to cry.
He finds me weeping
He shouts ugly words,
He says its my fault
That he suffers at work.
He slaps me and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And I run for the door.
He's already locked it
And I start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me
Against the hard wall.
I fall to the floor
With my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues
With more bad words spoken.
"I'm sorry!", I scream
But its now much too late
His face has been twisted
Into unimaginable hate.
The hurt and the pain
Again and again
Oh please God, have mercy!
Oh please let it end!
And he finally stops
And heads for the door,
While I lay there motionless
Sprawled on the floor.
My name is dannie
And I am but three,
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me."

We need to STOP CHILD ABUSE!!!!
Help support this and put this on your profile please...
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if i died i would not wake
if u cared i would be great
to bad its been so long
to bad ive already gone
so now i think
it took only a blink
i felt no pain
i felt no heart ache
now im gone and i learned that was my biggest mistake
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my ap family!<3<3
my sister=slayersnipponesegirl
my other sister=YourGuardianAngel
my daughter=emo tears of sorrow
my cousin=mywristshurt
my big brother=xtyxXx
my mom=Rainbow Angel Char
if u want to be in my family message me an ill put u on
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this poem is by slipperson its one of my favorites

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Humiliated, and in the dirt.


With damper feelings, I feel abased.
It seems to me, my future’s erased.
I sit alone, it’s time to grieve.
Eventually, I might feel relieved.

They never try to work out why,
I always seem to want to cry.
They nitpick over silly things,
Agonize over what the future brings.

With life’s torment, it’s such a strain.
I feel no pleasure, there’s only pain.
I’m overwhelmed from past abuse,
And I’ve used up every known excuse.

In disheartened dismay, I turned to drugs,
And hung about with lots of thugs.
Friends turned their backs in utter scorn,
When in the end I turned to porn.

My family is still upset,
With all the things they can’t forget.
They use my past to punish me.
In their eyes, I’ll never be free.

Humiliated, and in the dirt.
I no longer want to feel this hurt.
I’m down as low as I can go,
Now it’s time to face this show.

I will not bother to do it again.
If I keep going, it will drive me insane.
I want to turn my life around,
And plant my feet back on the ground.

I’m hoping that with my family’s love,
I can fight it when push comes to shove.
To return myself, to all my glory.
And share with others, my awful story.

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Once on a yellow pice of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Chops"
because that was the name of his dog
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an 'A'
and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
That was when Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X's
and he had to ask his father what the Xs meant
And his father always tucked him in in bed at night
And was always there to do it

Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Autumn"
because that was teh name of the season
And that's what if was all about
And his teacher gave him an 'A'
and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of it's new paint
And the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot
And hist father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it.

Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Innocence: A Question"
because that was the question about his girl
And that's what it was all about
And his professor gave him an 'A'
and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed her
That was the year Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
of the Apostle's Creed went
And he caught his sister
making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
And the girl around the corner
wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do
And at three A. M. he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly

That's why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"
Because that's what it was really all about
And he gave himself an 'A'
and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn't think
he could reach the kitchen.