For Those Full of Emo, and Haiku

pokes Is it dead?

frizzzzle — Thu, 08 Jan 2009 03:04:25 GMT

We were only kids.
So much time has passed since then,
You'd think it'd hurt less.

Again, that feeling
Of sinking weighs my chest down:
Real, physical pain.

It starts when I search.
I read once that's part of grief,
Obsessive searching.

Remember scanning
To find that green Toyota?
That lasted a year.

It's gotten better.
I still search the web sometimes,
But only idly.

You know what's crazy?
I think she's moved to London.
Maybe I just hope.

If she's that far gone,
Maybe I can get gone, too,
From then into now.

Gotta love Corporate America

taterstales — Tue, 03 Jul 2007 17:20:57 GMT

You are worth nothing.
We would fire you if we could.
Fucking parasites.

We fucking hate you.
We waste your valuable time.
Fuck off, spineless cunts.

And, on a similar note:

What a Goddamn waste.
We regret your existence.
Love, Your Mom and Dad.

belkris — Fri, 11 May 2007 10:22:48 GMT

I have lost my will
My chardonnay is warm now
This restaurant sucks.

My life is like night
The oven beckons me forth
It's fire will shine bright

My SOUL is cold now
But after my pie is cooked
I will be quite warm

taterstales — Fri, 11 May 2007 02:42:57 GMT

E_H is not dead!
it lives, it flows, like blackest
despair in my heart!

welfycat — Thu, 10 May 2007 03:12:30 GMT

My first haiku post
Angsty, blood and tear laden
Counting on fingers

Waiting for someone
No one ever comes for me
Alone, without me

Cat looks up at me
He wants food, I do as well
Too bad, no more food

My arms testify
Blood shows the pain in my mind
No one believes me

taterstales — Thu, 03 May 2007 00:06:14 GMT

Oh emo-haiku,
How much I truly missed you!
Alas, you seem dead.

taterstales — Sun, 24 Sep 2006 20:55:24 GMT

Emo haiku is
the only place left in which
I can vent my woes.

taterstales — Thu, 14 Sep 2006 00:02:19 GMT

I try, but still hear
siren calls from the kitchen.
The knives are calling.

taterstales — Wed, 13 Sep 2006 15:35:36 GMT

I cut myself. Why?

because I need to feel more
than forlorn despair.

taterstales — Mon, 11 Sep 2006 15:45:01 GMT

Nothing can go well.
In fact, everything is crap.
so... nothing is new.

taterstales — Tue, 05 Sep 2006 17:47:22 GMT

Leaves falling from trees
remind me of razor blades
falling across wrists.

Unhappy

taterstales — Mon, 04 Sep 2006 21:22:29 GMT

I am not happy.
I am really not happy.
Yup, still not happy.

Please Apply Within

taterstales — Sun, 27 Aug 2006 20:30:00 GMT

Wanted: Emo Girl
Who Likes Emo Boys, Music
That Sucks, Slitting Wrists.

taterstales — Thu, 17 Aug 2006 06:12:53 GMT

I don't want tacos.
Seriously. No joking.
I must be real sad.

taterstales — Mon, 14 Aug 2006 13:04:11 GMT

unable to eat,
unwilling to rest my eyes.
work is gonna suck.

No food and no sleep
make lucas something something...
go crazy? why not.

taterstales — Mon, 24 Jul 2006 02:12:42 GMT

I'm so depressed now.
Colon followed by Shift Nine
shows pain in ASCII.

My world is bleak;
No more sex for the Tater.
Going to bleed now.

I'm in underwear,
bag of chips placed at my side,
damn straight. I'm single.

taterstales — Thu, 20 Jul 2006 00:58:45 GMT

Stuff is happening.
I don't really know what though.
YAY~! It's Apathy!

Stupid ex-girlfriends
who never leave me alone;
no more attention :(

Today sucks the big
fat, hairy, sweat-covered nut.
I like adjectives.

belkris — Mon, 10 Jul 2006 05:34:55 GMT

No on understands
I got into Death Metal
I best slit my wrists

I'm too sad to cry
I will never be happy
I will torture you

Darkness surrounds me.
The Darkness that cosumes me.
My life really sucks

Alone in the dark
Pain is my only companion
Until my show comes on.

I only feel pain
I read Wuthering Heights Twice!
Contemplating Suicide

The Higher I fly
The faster I fall you see
No Parachute? FUCK!

taterstales — Fri, 07 Jul 2006 23:56:44 GMT

Haiku? Not today;
I'm much too bitter to write.
Stupid poetry.

taterstales — Sat, 01 Jul 2006 09:20:44 GMT

There's glass in my foot.
It is there by accident.
No hari kari.

taterstales — Sat, 01 Jul 2006 05:27:33 GMT

I am so damn full;
Not of hate or rage this time -
But with good bagels.

Not butter needed.
Delicious soft and chewy.
Crunchy when toasted.

Poor crusty bagel
Burned in the toaster of pain
Like my fragile soul.

Sweet Tomatoes

taterstales — Thu, 29 Jun 2006 00:19:09 GMT

Oh Sweet Tomatoes
Restaurant of the gods: you fill
my belly so nice

Lady behind me
Will not close her gosh dang mouth
My lunchmate cannot hear

I am so bloated
Too full to slit my wrists
Food coma is near.

More Odes to the Love of Bagel.

taterstales — Tue, 27 Jun 2006 13:23:12 GMT

I miss my bagel.
Cruel Fate takes all that I love!
Damn you, Fate. Damn you.

- - - - -

My bagel is gone
and my stomach is empty
much like my dead soul.

- - - - -

oh, why do bagels
haunt every waking moment?
i pray for respite.

Ode To My Bagel

taterstales — Tue, 27 Jun 2006 06:37:34 GMT

I miss my bagel.
It was yummy. Alison
brings me another.

I love my bagel;
it is warm and so toasty.
Bagel love is pure.

The bagel is gone.
Two gone in only minutes.
I need more bagels.

taterstales — Sat, 17 Jun 2006 00:07:20 GMT

I am feeling good
my wrists are pale and cut-free,
I'd better fix that.