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Phee's terrible gothic poetry thread

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I have done this sort of thread before.... It is time once again....

All of us have terrible gothic poetry within us... we need to get it out of our systems to become healthy, and not ruin good art with bad gothic tendancies...

I will start...

Love dies in the moonlight

Your lips that once kissed my lips

Pale face in the night

You had all the beauty of rain

Now I cry alone in the dark

Over black and white images of you

The heat of your body so stark

I miss you in my dreams

A rose falls into my hands

Our passion denys the tide of time

between the glass flows sands

A shadow of what we had....

Thankyou thankyou

Next please

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Heh. Kay, here's one that I wrote as the first in a series of sonnets a little over a year ago. This one is from May 26th, to be exact.

I just found them lying around the other day which is cool cuz I started getting into poetry readings at Trixie's. I'm gonna post this one here to make SURE I don't try reciting it in public, because it's really not that good. The other ones are better, I think...

A breeze that swims in honey-colored skies

And burshes skin like petals off a rose

Descends to mask my joys, my fears, my woes-

Prepares the overture for its reprise.

You turn your head, and fast avert your eyes,

Assembling now that most effective pose,

Which more than bristled pundits is verbose.

Rebuffed, but who am I to criticize?

I fall in step, a shadow to a slave,

Compelled by boyish wiles that you abuse.

I offer consolation, you refuse;

My mind withdraws and secretly, I rave.

What thoughts of violent passion I can't stave

I dedicate to you, my fickle muse.

Ugh. I feel dirty just typing it. At least it's in proper form.

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Woe!

My angst ridden demons cry out in tortured pain:

Yea, we bleed anon!

Thy mortal veins rent open

Drain the blood of one who is not goth

For ye do not listen to Covenant!

Woe!

I mean... Whoa!

Where the fuck did that just come from?

Where is my Izod?

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Woe!

My angst ridden demons cry out in tortured pain:

    Yea, we bleed anon!

    Thy mortal veins rent open

    Drain the blood of one who is not goth

    For ye do not listen to Covenant!

Woe!

I mean... Whoa!

Where the fuck did that just come from?

Where is my Izod?

Amen sista!

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this one i call i am so gothic i am dead. i just wrote it now for you:

i hate myself

i hate you

i hate preps

i hate jews

i hate white t-shirts

i hate the sun

i hate the light

i hate having fun

i hate this poem

i hate hot topic

i hate children

i hate anyone that is not misanthropic

i hate fitting in

i hate when i don't pout

i hate living

so peace out

*dies*

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I love this thread... Jane and Brass yay!!!

<{POST_SNAPBACK}>

Love?

What is love?

If all is black, then love is black.

Hate is black. Pain is black.

Love is hate and pain.

Yay is black.

We are the dead ones.

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I am goth

I wear black

I have no soul

I gave it back

I drink blood

I thirst sex

I like leather

I can hex

I sleep all day

Up all nite

I tribal dance

it's quite a sight

Forever Depressed

Forever Sad

Forever upset

Forever mad

I am goth

I have tried

to get trough life

but now I died

=(

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I am goth

I wear black

I have no soul

I gave it back

I drink blood

I thirst sex

I like leather

I can hex

I sleep all day

Up all nite

I tribal dance

it's quite a sight

Forever Depressed

Forever Sad

Forever upset

Forever mad

I am goth

I have tried

to get trough life

but now I died

=(

:tear that was beautiful

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Woke up quick at about noon

Just thought that I had to be in Compton soon

I gotta get drunk before the day begin

Before my mother starts bitchin' about my friends

About to go and damn near went blind

Young niggaz at the pad throwin' up gang signs

Ran in the house and grabbed my clip

With the Mac-10 on the side of my hip

Bailed outside and pointed my weapon

Just as I thought, the fools kept steppin'

Jumped in the fo' hit the juice on my ride

I got front back, and side to side

Then I let the Alpine play

Bumpin new shit by NWA

It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list

Then I played my own shit, it went somethin' like this :

Cruisin' down the street in my '64

Jockin' the bitches, slappin' the ho's

Went to the park to get the scoop

Knuckle-heads out there cold shootin' some hoops

A car pulls up, who can it be?

A fresh El Camino rollin Kilo G

He rolls down his window and he started to say

It's all about makin' that GTA

Cuz the boyz in the hood are always hard

You come talkin' that trash we'll pull your card

Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit'

Don't quote me boy, cuz I ain't said shit...

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Woke up quick at about noon

Just thought that I had to be in Compton soon

I gotta get drunk before the day begin

Before my mother starts bitchin' about my friends

About to go and damn near went blind

Young niggaz at the pad throwin' up gang signs

Ran in the house and grabbed my clip

With the Mac-10 on the side of my hip

Bailed outside and pointed my weapon

Just as I thought, the fools kept steppin'

Jumped in the fo' hit the juice on my ride

I got front back, and side to side

Then I let the Alpine play

Bumpin new shit by NWA

It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list

Then I played my own shit, it went somethin' like this :

Cruisin' down the street in my '64

Jockin' the bitches, slappin' the ho's

Went to the park to get the scoop

Knuckle-heads out there cold shootin' some hoops

A car pulls up, who can it be?

A fresh El Camino rollin Kilo G

He rolls down his window and he started to say

It's all about makin' that GTA

Cuz the boyz in the hood are always hard

You come talkin' that trash we'll pull your card

Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit'

Don't quote me boy, cuz I ain't said shit...

<{POST_SNAPBACK}>

yes! that is what i'm talking about. i heart paul.

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