An emo poem

• Artist: Pikajane
• Description: I choose not to give this a formal title as this is not a formal work. About 2 minutes ago, I had a strong urge to write, so I pulled up Word and I started typing. I didn't think about what I was typing, whether it made sense, and I had no planning. I did not want rhetorical and literary devices screwing up whatever I had in my mind so I didn't aim for rhyming. I am not emo, and I have no idea who I am talking about in this. I just typed the first thing that came to my mind.
• Date: 12/21/2008
• Tags: figmentation grandfatherclock emopoem clock

The deep clunking of the grandfather clock lulls me into a hypnotic state of mind

A desperate moaning retches at my relaxed consciousness, and I am struck

The malicious nature of mankind overcomes me and suddenly I start to weep

Love is but a figment of the imagination, yet I weep for him, the man that never was.

The grandfather clock’s consistent ticking, the rhythmic clunking, stops.

And the last tear I ever shed breaks me free of this world.

Comments

[poisonbananas]

Very deep, wonderful =)

[BatzLove]

nice.

[Xxdeath_demon_rinxX]

wow. i agree. very nice jo.

[Isis4563]

The fourth line reminds me of Edgar Allen Poe. There is total excess of angsty, emo poems on this site, but this isn't like the others. It's original. I like that you include a grandfather clock in the poem. Nice job. smile