Emo Haiku

I started this on a rainy, cold, nasty day on Facebook.  How would I know that it would be a great way to cheer up?  For those who don’t know, you’ve probably seen emo kids around.  They’re typically the ones with the black or raccoon tail colored hair falling in their eyes, multiple piercings and tattoos, and a permanent "could give a shit less" attitude/sneer on their face.  Either a branch, or similar to the goth culture.  Disclaimer, I’m sure that there are people who look like that description who are not that way. 

So far, the stars of this escapade are myself and my co-worker.  Credit will be given on each author.  Feel free to contribute.

 

First, my emo haikus:

 

Cold and rainy out

Like the inside of my heart

Just an emo day

 

I like to color

All of my crayons are black

So too is my soul

 

I stroke my dog’s fur

He died in his sleep today

Isn’t he lucky?

 

I hear your laughter

You sound so happy today

Whatever, you suck

 

I lay close to you

I feel my heart grow warmer

I hate you for that.

 

built a snowman

And I hated him so much

His heart was colder

 

Black lipstick, black nails

They are dressed just like I am

That is so mainstream

 

The thing I need most

Is to hear that you love me

Or don’t, I don’t care.

 

My dad is a clown

He tries hard to make me laugh

I make him cry first

 

Black balloons, black cake

Black streamers, black tablecloth

Best birthday ever

 

I see a red door

And I want to paint it black

This will be my room

 

I like Photoshop

The cut tool is amazing

Wish it worked on me

 

Tell me, is it wrong

That when someone cuts a cake

It makes me jealous?

 

My soul is so crushed

Where can I find ALF socks now?

Damn you, Hot Topic

 

Refrigerator

Mine is a lot like my soul

Cold, dark, and empty

 

Won’t you come over

And dust the walls of my heart

They’re full of cobwebs

 

Now, for those contributed by my co-worker:

 

life is beautiful

sun shines brightly on my face

I still cut myself

 

I had a girlfriend,

but she died from lung cancer.

So what… I don’t care.

 

Edgar Allen Poe

feared being buried alive

he was buried dead

 

the emphysema

makes it hard for dad to breathe

so does my pillow

 

I suck? You suck too.

I think everybody sucks,

but you suck the most.

 

I don’t see the good

or why people are happy.

Hair covers my eyes.

 

depression defined:

Sad, blue, and miserable

this is my happy

 

My clothes are all black

but I bleed red from my wrists

I’m so colorful

 

It’s a bitter pill

to know that I am un-loved

sleeping pills are sweet

 

I have zero friends

a social network of one

where is the unlike?

 

Once upon a time,

Everyone around me died.

All alone. The end.

 

All things considered,

If the eighties weren’t so lame

the Cure would be cool.

 

Hope you enjoyed, or not.

 

Brian