Go all Emo on Us.

lixluke said:
The first one I posted was clearly emo.
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Like I said, you just don't get emo.
The next one I posted was to murder Dora who was talking trash.
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If you think your effort showed Exploradora was talking trash then you're further from reality than I thought.
After I murdered Dora,
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No you didn't murder her.
I have no intentions of wasting my time on his foolishness until he has some real lyrics to throw.
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In emo you don't "throw" lyrics. You miss the "point" (such as it is) completely.
 
This is actually in my novel; she has just discovered that the older man she is in love with, has been her mother's secret lover for the last 22 years. The story is set in Cyprus, hence the references to Aphrodite.

‘Oh Aphrodite!
You wicked bitch of the sea!
Oh goddess of lust and desire and passion and pain,
Why, you torment me so? Why, you distress me so?
Who gave you right, to cut people’s hearts,
Knife so rusty and rough in your clasp?
Your ragged blade cuts deep! Oh terrible whore!
Draws blood from the wound you dare to inflict!
Drains the mortal that a ghost may exist!
Who sired you? You whore of the gods?
Who placed you on these ragged shores of lime?
Was it your father, that old goat... that piece of slime?
That hater of women and sire of liars and bastards and swine?
That filled you with passion so terrible, so mad!
You struck out in hate and afflicted the young?
Why, oh wicked Bitch?
Do you awaken the carnal in my soul?
Shoot seeds of perversions and lusts to my bones?
Engorged as you bugger, my heart pierced as you probe!
As virtue to ashes burn, on pyres of black smoke!
Why, your stinking breath blow, into my broken heart?
You heartless, peerless, perfect bitch!
My soul you do blemish and you disrobe,
Oh Aphrodite!
Who gave you right to show me love?
Soak me in ardour, fervour... passions?
Promises dashed against the sand, my heart has judged you and your fashions!
Why not deceased and gone be, aborted torn and done be?
Stillborn in watery bloody womb! Oh aged bitch of the oceans?
Mother of whores and liars so coarse, they desecrate my emotions?
Your death at birth should you have sought and saved me this grief and pain and sorrow!
O desolate bitch upon the sea, why don’t you perish by tomorrow?
You stinking whore so foul and crude, born of the frothing mania,
In foam you flounder, sour and deep, no hope, no rope, no saviour!
How I hate you now and how I hate you forever!
How I wish you to hell and release from this agony,
Aphrodite, my poutana!’​
 
Oli said:
Like I said, you just don't get emo. In emo you don't "throw" lyrics. You miss the "point" (such as it is) completely.
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Oh boo hoo I'm going to write an emo about how CS doesn't get emo. I'm so sad for the rest of my life that I will slit my wristband all day long.
Does anybody really care?
 
RHOD (rhyming haikus of dispair):


Uncalled for slander
Soils me like clothes in hamper
My tissue damper

Jocks are truly dumb
Lifting weights till their brain numbs
That's if they have one

I hate PE much
Get me out this hellish dump
I hope I don't flunk

Sadness governs me
I been molested daily
By society

Them crackers opress
Every ounce of my sweet breath
Till I have none left

My thin body weak
Scars across my back all week
The whip cuts me deep

Prozac do not work
It's f**king placibic dirt
My shrink is a jerk

My shrink really sucks
He do not STFU
Me thinks he on drugs

F**k f**k f**k f**k f**k
F**k f**k f**k f**k f**k f**k f**k
My zipper is stuck

I really hate prom
Rather eat grass off the lawn
I shall remain home

Every day the same
Sorrow engulfs me in flames
It's starting to rain

I just want to dance
But Gaia aint that advanced
No poses how sad

My tears have no end
As many repeated threads
I cry till I'm dead

How cruel such a loss
Poor lifeless animals tossed
I grieve as they rot
 
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lixluke said:
OMG. Nobody has put this nonsense trash talk out of misery yet? No offense, but don't think you can waltz around claiming you know what you are talking about, and not get doused and utterly humiliated by real lyricists.
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The majority of song lyrics would be difficult to pass of as good written or spoken word. That's why they SING them ;) . There are exceptions to this rule however...

Anyway, I didn't say all emo lyrics are rubbish, I merely suggested that some would not be considered "good art" by my former teaching artists. I used the word lecture to suggest, ineffectively, that I knew my opinion would not be appreciated.

During parts of my life I have been surrounded by art snobs, and for better or worse they have rubbed off on me :shrug: .
 
I dare your former ugly teaching artists to battle the top of the meter
When they see me ride out the speakers they take they *ss hiding under the bleachers
I'm all about this game aint a motherf**ker that could f**k with me
My lyrics more wicked than anything ever been written from the beginning to ending of history
And that's on the moherf**king real aint a gay poet could see this raw gangsta shit
Accelerated the riddim the levels I'm hitting is ripping them limits like missles
You claiming that they taught you and you claiming they legit
You all so garbo it don't even take nothing for me to bury all of yall in a emo pit.
 
Oli said:
No you didn't murder her.
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*checks pulse* no i'm very much alive


lixluke said:
I dare your former ugly teaching artists to battle the top of the meter
When they see me ride out the speakers they take they *ss hiding under the bleachers
I'm all about this game aint a motherf**ker that could f**k with me
My lyrics more wicked than anything ever been written from the beginning to ending of history
And that's on the moherf**king real aint a gay poet could see this raw gangsta shit
Accelerated the riddim the levels I'm hitting is ripping them limits like missles
You claiming that they taught you and you claiming they legit
You all so garbo it don't even take nothing for me to bury all of yall in a emo pit.
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Are you trying to freestyle??? You know, freestyling is only cool if it's spoken.


July 22, 2004 - The Real Reason
- Look for the reprint of this poem and Tara's essay about this poem in the archives from October 1, 2005 at shopliftwindchimes.com.

The real reason you left is a question mark,
a comma with a crazy pause bent on gangsta lean
against the walls of my brain, an ellipsis
where every pregnant pause is abandoned.

No room is left in the well for wishes, just
enough water to be quenched
with dreams of stones
that hold water within
cemented congregation.

The reason you left is a sealed envelope,
a pot too hot to touch, a linch pin that
would crash the whole machine if I pulled it.
Why even ask for the reason?

When a chime through a litany of w's
does not count any of the ways
a mirror loves me, the number of smiles
collected in a day
like shells gathered in a pail?

Words litter the side of my bed
hollowed out on the left side.
This mouth down to my feet is
all sugar cane so the reason never mattered.

~Tara Betts http://www.tarabetts.net
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That is art I sit awe filled from.
 
You telling me what's cool is like a quadrapalegic telling Bruce Lee how to kick
I bury your ugly face in a ditch with these rhymes that you won't never get with
Sorry to break it to you but you did got so damn murdered
Your pulse aint sh*t but a reflection of my lyrical reverb
Your silly bullsh*t link don't mean a f**k sh*t thing
I place my bets that Tara Betts get left like the rest
Who try to f**k with me when it come to these raw a** sets
 
The winners:
Tabla Riddim
One Raven

The loser:
Lixluke a.k.a. CS
I'm sorry, but Emo's generally don't talk about MCs and crackers. Emo is this annoying crap on the radio that is sort of pop-punk stuff. Lyrics like: "And the record won't stop skipping/And the lies just won't stop slipping" or "you almost always pick the best times/to drop the worst lines/you almost made me cry again this time" or "Some days I wonder/Most days, just cry" That is a sort of more typical emo. You know, fall out boy, dashboard confessional, the used, ect.

July 22, 2004 - The Real Reason
- Look for the reprint of this poem and Tara's essay about this poem in the archives from October 1, 2005 at shopliftwindchimes.com.

The real reason you left is a question mark,
a comma with a crazy pause bent on gangsta lean
against the walls of my brain, an ellipsis
where every pregnant pause is abandoned.

No room is left in the well for wishes, just
enough water to be quenched
with dreams of stones
that hold water within
cemented congregation.

The reason you left is a sealed envelope,
a pot too hot to touch, a linch pin that
would crash the whole machine if I pulled it.
Why even ask for the reason?

When a chime through a litany of w's
does not count any of the ways
a mirror loves me, the number of smiles
collected in a day
like shells gathered in a pail?

Words litter the side of my bed
hollowed out on the left side.
This mouth down to my feet is
all sugar cane so the reason never mattered.

~Tara Betts http://www.tarabetts.net

That is art I sit awe filled from.
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Well, if we are going to talk real poetry, then I have the ultimate emo poem right here.

The Edge - Sylvia plath

The woman is perfected.
Her dead
Body wears the smile of accomplishment,
The illusion of a Greek necessity
Flows in the scrolls of her toga,
Her bare
Feet seem to be saying:
We have come so far, it is over.
Each dead child coiled, a white serpent,
One at each little
Pitcher of milk, now empty.
She has folded
Them back into her body as petals
Of a rose close when the gardener
Stiffens and odors bleed
From the sweet, deep throats of the night flower.
The moon has nothing to be sad about,
Staring from her hood of bone.
She is used to this sort of thing.
Her blacks crackle and drag.​

Beat that! This is so emo that she killed herself 4 days later.
 
yeah, but I bet your's sucked. Dead people aren't generally renowned for their poetry skills...
 
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