The poems often found on the macintoshair laptops of upper middle class teenagers with dark eyeliner and gay (yet somehow awesome) skinny jeans in crazy colors. Usually depicts their horrible suffering after all their years of opression, overcoming all the barriers and restrictions their expensive private schools have put on their individuality. And by individuality, I mean comforming to the emo stereotype.
1. "My wrists now a river of blood My tears a forlorn ship
Drowning, sinking
Through the crimson abyss
Bleeding the pain away
My deep soul brooding
Yet death's whisper
Stays so far away..."
Boys who enjoy yaoi (a genre in Japan that contains sexual and/or romantic relations between two men); literally translates to "rotten boy"; corresponding female : fujoshi