Emos make me laugh too, especially a lot of them that you find on these site who talk about cutting & suicide & depression while not knowing how these things actually feel like.

(C'est la vie.)

Well, I don't know. It seemed rather touching, and I feel that terrible loneliness every once and awhile. I prefer to write comedy nowadays, but I still have miserable self pitying pieces of ** floating about.

I hated it when I would be told to write something of the like in a class. I had a teacher, who said that sci-fi was not considered meaningly literature. I don't do the mainstream thing, okay. I digress.

So, what exactly is Emo. Suicidal folks? And i would be upset if she squashed a kitten on her way down!!

Ha ha ha. But real angst "poetry" can't rhyme. It can't have rhythm either. It has to suck. It is a law. So, while the content is Emo, the conventions are not.

Didn't you know that? It's the fourth law of Emodynamics...

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I love this. And your coolness just went up fifteen points. You've made my day a bountiful ray of sunshine. I hate emos too. And this poem was hilariously brilliant. Holding a kitten while committing suicide. That's almost as good as the fictional poem title I've stolen from an old friend, "I cut myself with pictures of my year book." You're neat. You're neat to the extreme max.