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Phee's terrible gothic poetry thread

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And she cried. Not silent tears, which were the only ones she usually allowed. No, these were gut wrenching sobs she had been unable to hold back. The memories flooded her to tonight and all she could do was drown in the pain and salty tears.

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The cruel moon eats the mind of the heart.

The blackened well devours the sight from within.

This is the scar of the world, and this is the path we all follow.

Alas

 

If we ever whisper the eye will open and the past will leak to the floor

What dose of dream do we need to crush the idea of betterment?

Gnaw at the ropes as they gnaw at your wrists.

Alas

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Formless thing that follows, taking on what it needs.

It feeds.

If there is a weakness, it will put on it's costume. If there is a fault, it will cause it to crack.

Now we see it's truth.

Now we feel it through the echo of nothing.

It will always take a new calling.

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Darkness Descends

the night falls in a heavy, suffocating cloak, entwined are we.
the god for which you lust
flares once, then dies,
swallowed by the abyss.
all hope must surely perish.

your love is no more.
how could you not understand?
spirits surround us, crying,
we have lost our light.

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Every day that moves me a long I am just a little further away... and it is a little harder for me to come back.

What I like is not what you like.

What I see is not what you see.

What I miss is not what you miss.

I am okay with there being no answer.

Alone is a thing that we have all been since the beginning, we simply enjoy the illusion of companionship until the lie gets to be too much to bear.

 

There was a time when someone tried to prove me wrong, but the fact that I was being honest made that proof impossible. 

Close but the fact that it was close made it so far away. 

Close but it would rip itself apart before it would be true.

Close but but it was a promise that was broken before it had even been thought of.

Life goes on but it really doesn't.

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On 4/2/2016 at 6:16 PM, phee said:

Every day that moves me a long I am just a little further away... and it is a little harder for me to come back.

What I like is not what you like.

What I see is not what you see.

What I miss is not what you miss.

I am okay with there being no answer.

Alone is a thing that we have all been since the beginning, we simply enjoy the illusion of companionship until the lie gets to be too much to bear.

 

There was a time when someone tried to prove me wrong, but the fact that I was being honest made that proof impossible. 

Close but the fact that it was close made it so far away. 

Close but it would rip itself apart before it would be true.

Close but but it was a promise that was broken before it had even been thought of.

Life goes on but it really doesn't.

Nice

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Tell me a story

Tell me something that made a difference in the strange places where we met.

 

We could ask questions and have the storms in the distant sky answer in their obscure way.

We could avoid eye contact for fear that something might be conveyed that we did not intend.

 

 

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The cold that made the world 

The blood that made the food

The stars that made the light

The ones who watched us, fell apart.

 

The heat that mocks us still

The meat inside the mind.

The water fell and fought

The dark clouds that rise below

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Death Reserved

 

What have you wrought?
A shadow of shock as feelings twist.
Once we enjoyed bliss,
wide-eyed and untainted,
but your heart soured.


A vengeful fever of bitterness -
tears follow rain, follow night,
love ground to dust.
In a storm of righteousness,
I see you.

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Concrete black wall that reflects only my breath so sharply.

No sound inside me has broken my barrier.

 

This is how it shall be, and what I am.

Is it interrupted?

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What a dumb bitch! 

You played a beat for his heart and weep all the blood black from your veins

dying inside, yet nothing to hide for I've emptied my guilty, my shame

I let it all go, poured out my soul right unto an unwilling muse 

The nerve of me the beast I freed, laid it all, my misery how could I be so selfish for you didn't choose, of course you're amused! I created a delus that I brought you into, you unknowing, me unrelenting I encased and cemented something I had no business to do, no meaning to you and now all I can say is what the hell was I thinking..I wasn't..I was feeling so drag me into the fire and expose my stupid desire I hung myself for you but you didn't have to say such things to keep it burning, my passion my yearning but I bet it was fun to play with anyway.

Another dumb bitch move.

Edited by kat

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