Screaming poems

Inspirational Music

Does Music Make Us?

If I love Screamo, does that immediately make me an emo?

Cutting my wrist; failing life like it's a test

I keep on trying, but my mind can't accept the fact of dying

So many emergencies, due to these suicidal tendencies

Dressing in black; listening to my favorite album track

I'm the key; nobody can replace me

If I love techno, is my music just for show? I don’t know.

Something I'd love to keep, is that awesome dub-step beat

Shuffling, laughing, skating, and, well, playing

I hate chores, but the pay helps to get my skateboards

I shop at fuckin' Zumiez; I own a pair of gummiez

I feel so embraced; I know that I can't be replaced

If I love rock, does the make me a rocker? Shock

Kurt Cobain is a legend; though, nobody knows what happened.

In mosh pits; who the hell ever sits?

Curly locks and flannels rock

I’m a high-school dropout; I think it's cool to shout

Scary Kids Scaring Kids and Chevelle's; The Red

If I love punk, does that automatically make me a drunk?

What can I say; I really love Greenday

Combat boots and British suits

Tight pants; it's all about the Misfits

Drinking, smoking, partying, and performing

Patched up jean vests, forget those people that make up the rests

Because I'm me, she's she, and he's he.

I love gothic, just by looking at my pic

I dress in black, the only color on my clothes rack

Learn to repent, for the devil within has been present

The Cure, is anything, but happy and pure

Wear the cross, obey God; he's the boss

I'm the key; nobody can replace me

Screaming through my headphones; comes the music

It's life; it doesn't come without a price

I'm judged; but this is the music I've loved

So am I still waitin' for everybody to just stop hatin'?

The Lovely Drug

Sitting alone; pure and innocent

Wasting away to nothing

Traveling through the wind, you struck me as beautiful

Following the trail, I came to what I finally needed

My addiction; my drug

You’re bipolar, but that's ok, I'm like an album with different genres

I listened to you; your words sank into me

Drowning into the shallow depths of my soul

Those notes burned into me like a Morse code

Being the match; the drug

You didn't need to be lighted; just enjoyed

Scream at me all you want; i can't seem to get enough

A constant reminder of my pain; a constant cure

Each song is so alike; but so different

You’re my life; if you die, I'll say bye-bye

Why go back to a life without you?

You gave me everything; I gave you nothing

I listened to you, that’s all I did

It's the least I can do for you;

My lovely muse, by the name music