Emo Prose Poems

Jason texted Ray on his cell phone while they were riding their two separate
city buses in the opposite directions.

"I am so very sorry about my...

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all device features are described in the manual,
but we are still unruly in the streets,
I needed to know a lot more about fractions
that hide between...

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i once again in my life am trapped
couldn't break through
but either way it's lose-lose
myself, or you

for a moment in my life i wanted all of...

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Can't sleep
Bad dreams
Keep me 
Fearing 
For life 
For love 
Everything 
Starved of 
what I’m needing 
You 
Cant know 
You 
Wont know 
What i thirst 
Yet...

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"I'm fine..."

Is what I'll say
Everyday
But
My head is clouded
Never know what's happening around me
Blank
Is my face
Is the world
Is this feeling
How I see everything
Has no meaning
You say...

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Through the initial magnified eye of vital dawn, 
Pierced that long powderkeg wick underneath;
Mercilessly flammable, the combustible dusts candle flamed, 
Ran anguish on path with...

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Atop an inverted pyramid
A seismic shift in brain chemistry takes place
Channelling all mojo into a spiralling funnel
Bottom of it a mirage of an alluring treat
An...

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JUST ONE MORE cut i'll be "fine" If I cut deep enough i'll loose my "LIFE"... Wishful thinking.... I don't want to cry tonight....On the...

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This is how I look at the stars: with a heartbeat I look closely, my soul basks in every tiny light that is so far...

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Starched tears stream, crust
over like a spoiled sweet on 
pink cheeks, flushed,
from suffocated time,
gasping for air,
I shatter at his words like brittle rust,
crushed to dust,...

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Not everything in life
Makes sense to us
But if we take the time
To step back and look
At things with a clear mind
And a positive attitude
We can...

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I love the smell of fresh cut wood. Did you know that? I bet you didn’t know.
Why would you?
You never asked.
Wooden hearts dangling over a...

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Jaclyn said we were idle.
Idling was all we could do.
Alone, unsupervised.
I was supposed to be, tried so hard to be, keeping it in, suppressing my...

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I saw him as he grew up; I watched him as he aged. As he changed and shifted, being molded by the hands of time....

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Glorification
A troubled vanity
Of unseen clarity

A guide into the afterlife
Desperation in empty eyes
Seen through a misty mirror

Gone from mind
But viewed in soul
An incorrigible darkness

Present in the...

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