<p>I just got this book called Teen Angst…A celebration of really bad poetry.
It has got to be one of the funniest books ever. Def. should be in every high school english class. Have any of you read it? Get it NOW! Get it for your friends! Get it for your mother! I will give a little pre-view.</p>
<p>Unitiled</p>
<p>Love cracks
Love breaks
but sometimes it can be sewn together
when it is together it can never break
forever and ever and ever</p>
<p>My body</p>
<p>Welcome to my body, dear
It’s not much of a temple, really. Just
a one-room shanty with a
Yard out back
A fire in the hearth and
Duct tape holding up the windows.
It’s haunted, too.
I’m a ghost that walks its corners.
Gliding through cracks in the walls.
I’m the wind that whistled in the chimney
I’m the creaking floor.</p>
<p>Their Love</p>
<p>It was split apart
Never to come together
so they loved different people
and made many mistakes
They tugged at the possessions
Not caring for nothing
BUt taking everything
They broke others’ hearts
One loved the children
While the other grew apart
But they hardly cared for each other
They hurt the children’s hearts
SO they live their lives apart
Trying to forget
The always ugly past
Where their love was never strong</p>
<p>The Cowlick</p>
<p>It’s sticking way up in the air
One single little piece of hair
ANd now I know I look like hell
What’s the solution? Must be gel!
IT’s wet and sticky on my hands
I look like I just joined a punk rock band
As I rub in all the Dippity-do
I hum the songs of Motlry Crue
I must hurry up to meet my fate
But he’s now downstairs, I’m already late
And as I’m at the top of the stairs
All we can do it exchange wondrous stares
His hair is defying graviety well
And all I can think is: “Ain’t love swell?!”</p>
<p>Alright, let me see if I can get this right. Kosuke is obviously unversed in the world of side popular culture. After mainstream became too cool other non-mainstream cultures developed that were not as main-stream. These cultures (punk, [goth kind of died out]) ultimately became main-stream. To combat this these spawn subcultures that are punk but aren’t. There is preppy-punk, hardcore-punk, off-beat punk, and so on. Emo (google the word to find out more) came off as sort of an emotional punk, lyrics with feeling and not just anger.</p>
<p>Of course that transformed into the whiny, crybaby emo kids we know and hate (explaining the pistol suggested) today. Crying over the loss of a girlfriend/boyfriend in a neverending pout. The obvious signs of a staple emo child are a sweater, side-bag (both having lots of angsty buttons), thick-rimmed glasses, and the blatant emo band Dashboard Confessional. Emo kids often write horrifically misguided poetry on their losses and sad lot in life thereby leading to the stanzas above. They often cry while doing this and dance pathetically to their sad, sad music in their blue little world. Cheer Up Emo Kid!!</p>
<p>Illini’s post reminded me of a great Maddox quote.</p>
<p>"Your boyfriend dumped you. You can’t go on because you’re the only person who has ever been dumped and this is the most painful thing that has happened to anyone who has lived 14 consecutive years, so it’s time for the solace only decapitation can bring you. Make sure to go all the way through the spinal column. "</p>