Ether's Emo Poetry/Lyrics/et cetera

Ecks Dee

Ecks Dee

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Here's where I post my serious poetry. The other topic "Weird Poetry" was just for my joke poems.

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I Remember, You Remember

I don't remember a thing
It's all a blur to me
In a trance of forgetfulness
My memory in a bin
In the whereabouts of "unknown location"
Desolate on an atoll, in the middle of a sea
I can't recall my name
I cannot visualize, in my head, a photograph of myself
I don't remember at all

You, on the other hand, remember in its entirety
Traumatically, you sing in ecstasy
Everything is overkill in your heart
Distraught by fear and negligence
You left (time to get away)
In a city of vague purpose and imagery
Where every fool begs to succumb to alienation
And you smile without a damn
Bewildered about my comatose home
Surrounded by a tranquil modem

We, as human beings, don't know the gag
Living in an age of nihilistic hopes and dreams
Moving on, we forgot about the time we spent waiting
For if I lived, I'd already be stone cold dead
And if you died, you'd already live to tell the tale
Uncertainty reigned.
A castaway introduced to machines for dreams
While in a nightmare of a reality
And I'm lost in a memory, mystery obliged
So... celebrate it.
 
Where I'm From

I'm stillborn in a house without emotion
The floorboards creak in pain and agony,
The top of my left eye is screaming
And the wallpaper deteriorates, leaning off the wall

Alone, I wait for the signal, humming in distance
Herring moving in the air, with physics dead
I hear colors from the iconoclastic kitchen
And see sounds on the reflection of a hypocritical screen

Ruined yet defined, my dilated hand
Joking with me about the time I spent waiting
An awkward chuckle, thoughts of disbelief
Managing everything with a camera for a head

I'm king of absolute monochrome homes
A broken vase on an end table with feet
So sleep, mortality making effort retract
Escaping into a realm, dancing to the sounds of screaming

Well thought out, prestige fan of somber dream
The sights of melancholic apprehension
Earthly figures fed me, understood surreal games
This is where I'm from in the bottom of my memories
 
This is a song I wrote about a month ago.

My Name is Chaos

You're lost at sea in misery
You only live twice peacefully
Crepuscular cyst drains you out
Fever in a wine bottle
But don't you see that it's only me
That confuses the downs blissfully
You're lost in space with the human race
And you're blanking out in the wrong place

This hypothetical abyss is making you feel ill
Skeptics pass by against their will
They've justified their pessimistic selves
And your wit is as wet as the marsh
But can't you see that it's only me
That's been driven by complacency
These sadists torn up our liberty
We fought back inadvertently

I channeled the signals
But we only heard static
Close by without a sound
Where have you been?
 
Another song, but I wrote it a week and a half ago.

Suburban Clip

Flickering lights in the walkway
They creep me out
I'm desolate in my own house
In the middle of no man's land
Scaremongering
No desperation in my television head

My eyes are bloodshot
My gums are sore
Suspended animation of the sea
Figures on my face
Milked out from everywhere
Feeling the bedbugs in my teeth

They erased us from the suburban clip
 
kewl a nu sawng i wrote today :^DDDDD

SIS

When I thawed you from under the ice
When I thawed you from under the ice
You quiver when you bleed but you don't shake
You quiver when you bleed but you don't shake
It's all building up in your clear veins
It's all building up in your clear veins

I'm pressed against the plastered wall
Tears running down your beet-red face
We can't succumb to subzero interface
No need to call

Since I've left my grief in my coat pocket
I've never fully grasped your pain
So I left myself wondering
How could I feel when I lost my sense of touch?

Control
 
A new song. :B

Ezra Jack Keats

Pretty little color in your neighborhood
Steam rushing around the drift
Snow days make me feel dreary inside
Coping with the kid that made my day
Dim lights shine in the dawning
A surreal view outside
Pretty little color in your neighborhood
But they want to wash it away

Pretty little color in my neighborhood
Animated snow against metal birds
The other side wasn't so beautiful
My eyes were tearing in the cold
The kid was digging into the white
A blank expression on his face
Pretty little color in my neighborhood
But all they wanted was gray
 
S'more poems for you crazy kids.

The Week in Review

Shaking in this bed,
a seizure in some respect,
but I haven't grown tired yet.
In fact, it keeps me wide-eyed.
These layers don't do me justice,
no matter how many there are.
This house is disconnected
from everything else,
and it has been for days.
Adjusting to the darkness,
everything in black and gray.
My teeth bang together furiously
as I drag the covers over me in agony,
and I try to drift away from this consciousness.
A bad time for this detachment, I believe.
And it's still reeling on. And on. And on.

Punk Music

The rundown disco,
down the street in no man's land,
is in its last days.

And I'm standing there,
gazing at you, hand in hand,
two steps forward, back.

And the beats goes on,
and soon we're the only ones
crowding on the floor.

Runaways

We are the runaways,
hearts pounding furiously throughout the course.
Eyes wide open and breath gone astray,
looking behind through night and day;
in a turn of events, now we're the prey.
And the ones chasing us, they've got no remorse.
We are the runaways,
hearts pounding furiously throughout the course.
 
Bitter Pill
It was a bitter pill
It was a bitter pill, oh
It was a bitter taste
It was a bittersweet malaise
But it wasn’t the wrong pill to take
My entire existence depends on the pill

It was a bitter night
It was a bitter night with you
Left me with a bitter taste
Laced on my bitter tongue
Who would’ve thought that this could happen?
My entire existence depends on the pill

And when I start to gag
And when I start to vomit
And when I lose control
It makes me wonder

Yes, it was a bitter pill
It was a bitter pill, oh
With that bitter taste
Causing a bittersweet malaise
But it wasn’t the wrong pill to take
My entire existence depends on the pill
 
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