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Saturday, April 4, 2009 @ 10:55 AM

Jeric just took the "What color is your heart?" quiz and the result is Black.
You don’t care. You do what you want and don't give much of a thought to what people might think about it. You have a creative side, and want to be left alone with it. If you could spend your life in a dark room writing or reading you would. Some might call you Emo or Goth.


Monday, March 30, 2009 @ 11:14 PM

Jeric took the What season are you? quiz and the result is Winter
You like the coldness. Your pale and healthy. R A COLD MEAN AND EMPTY PERSON WHO CAN ONLY BRING UNHAPPINESS AND DEVESTATION TO PEOPLE"S HEARTS! YOUR SOUL IS A BLACK VORTEX OF COLD FEELINGS AND U WILL ONLY ACHIEVE LONLINESS AND FAILURE IN LIFE! get a job!


Sunday, March 29, 2009 @ 3:53 PM

What’s the point in ever trying to be happy when the very pursuit of happiness is what makes you miserable.



I’ve never felt I’ve been valued by anyone. I’m just a waste of space that everyone ignores, like a ghost without a home.



There are the days when I'm just oh so happy.
Ecstatic.on top of the world.
Amazed that I feel so light.careless..walking on air with these angels..
Yet, something is always missing.
I feel that shouldn’t there be more? is this all??

Then the days when just being amidst these angels is torture
Sweet pain..tears desperate to fall.
The talks..the smiles..
I cant bear them. I feel like they’re all evil in their own way..
Feel like telling them my heart’s deepest desire..wishes..
But I don’t know what they are..
I don’t scream.shout.even though for one day I want a devil-may-care tongue
Just once.
but I stay clammed up. who would I call? tell how I feel.
It’s not expected from me?
I have a great life..why cant I love it?
Cause I'm an ungrateful being.
I can never make a difference or make life easier for anyone,
Even though I'm supposed to..want to. Am yearning to..
I'm supposed to.



The time I spent waiting
The worry of what might be
The wonder if I’ll make it
These are all mine
The fear on judgment day
The excitement there too
The test awaiting me
These are all mine

The ticking of time after the test
The waiting on the results
The racing of my heart in my chest
These are all mine
The shock of the results
The breathtaking awe
The two little pink lines
These are all mine

The fear of the new
The worry of family’s thoughts
The pure excitement for now knowing
These are all mine
The joy of each day
The excitement of what’s to come
The joy of another life
These are all mine

The days go by
The classes we take
The books we read
These will all be mine
The weeks go by
The names we hate
The name we pick
These will all be mine

The months go by
The growth of my stomach
The readiness written on my face
These will all be mine
The time finally comes
The time to be a mommy
The birth of a new life
These will all be mine


The first day here
The first little cry
The awe of the baby
These will all be mine
The day he comes home
The excitement and joy
The family gathered around to see
These will all be mine

The time goes by
The feeling of him growing up
The love I see in his eyes
These will all be mine
The days go by
The first cry and squeal
The first laugh
These will all be mine

The weeks go by
The first time he holds his head up
The first cold he catches
These will all be mine
The months go by
The first tooth comes
The baby talk grows
These will all be mine

The years go by
The grief from him growing up
The joy of seeing my baby
These will all be mine
The time goes by
It seems lost
No matter what
I will always hold on to this

The pitter-patter of the footsteps
The soft cry in the night
The laughs and giggles
These will all be mine.



Its amazing to me
How Cruel love can be
To someone who has been through it all
Just to fall
Into the darkened sea
That always seems to be
Fly free as a morning bird
Just to be heard
By that one person who
Never knew
To spend your last wish
To soar into the abyss
For that someone to hear the unspoken words
Of the Morning birds
No Human understands
Until it lands
Close enough to the edge
To be pushed over the ledge
So they listen to loves words
Or the talk of the birds
To finally understand brings
The final wings
To soar above
To hear the words of love
And hear the unspoken words
Of the morning birds


@ 3:52 PM

: tears in my eyes
: my fears alive
: dreams where lost
: hopes were dry
: all alone
: breaking of my heart
: no longer wanting to be alive
: to play my part
: my family hadn't a care for me
: my friends barely spoke a word to me
: I feel left out
: not a soul cared that I exist
: and was actually there
: but as times flew by, memory of me disappears.


Monday, March 23, 2009 @ 8:41 PM

Emo,yes it is short for emotional. But,there is more to emo then hair and looks. Emo is a state of mind. Most people,made them selves appear emo. While in reality,they have to much hope to be emo. Emo is much like goth. But,goth is Darker. Emo is more emotional,harder to fake. Yes,some emos cut themselves,but there is more than that. Emo is one of the hardest things,to explain. People hate emos,b/c they view us as suicidal,cry babies,or just weak. That's NOT what emo is. Suicidal yes,at times. But,don't judge me for being emo. It's not what I chose to be. It's just what I am.


Saturday, March 7, 2009 @ 4:48 AM

I wrote u a poem
I wrote it on my wrist
I wrote it with a razor blade
It ended with a twist
The blade was sharp and narrow
I did it to kill the pain
As i finish my first sentence
I slit a vein
I saw my poem
Running down
On to the floor
I saw blood
and i saw no more...


@ 4:16 AM

She sits there crying.
Wishing she was dying.
She puts the razor to her wrist.
Knowing why shes doing this.
But do u know its all because of u.
U broke her heart.
So what if she dies.
There is nothing to live for.
You did it once u did it twice.
Now u cant do it again.
Ain't u happy than?


Me

Jeric AKA Emo Angel
Oct 09 1991
Libra
jeric_yun89@hotmail.com

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