( every poem i wrote was based on my emotions and the state that i was ging through )

Standing bare feet; Shivering and bleeding
Searching for a place, to me has a meaning
I feel so numb; tired of standing
I lay on the ground, though I'm aching
I close my eyes, feel like sleeping
My lost soul is no more life seeking
Death is near, I'm yearning and waiting
Heart is weak, beating slowly
Mind is lost, thinking unclearly
Sight is fading, really abnormally
Logic can't sane me
Hope can't save me
Wisdom can't guide me
Weakness controlled me
It's so quiet that silence is talking
Voices of things that keeps on stalking
I can feel that something is watching
And I fear that it will start haunting
I hear voices of crows and owls rhyming
I open my eyes to see them flying
Then I realized that I am dying
I started weeping and screaming
'It's not my time, I'm not dying'
Suddenly I woke up screaming
WAIT! I was only dreaming
Thank you God I am still breathing
It was not real, but true in feeling
Thank God for that, I was only dreaming...

Written by : e M o

Nice poem Emo, liked how you expressed urself =).

and it astounds me... i think emo knows my opinion of her style by now ;)... good job

I think she knows mine too ;)
I love your style, keep it up ..

*hugs to all the three of you* thanks allot for commenting ..

So its events in your life that inspires you to write eMo :) Nice real nice . But if any member asks you to write about any event can you write or only your own personal events .
I would like to know more of you can you write about eMo or who is eMo ? Self description of poets have always fascinated me :)