Paper Hearts Posted August 1, 2006 Report Share Posted August 1, 2006 Oh, my God.... Paul effen rules. <{POST_SNAPBACK}> I really do. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
phee Posted August 1, 2006 Author Report Share Posted August 1, 2006 The blood falls from the burning rose fishnets and lipstick dreams full of lust and prose I wait for you as time deams You whisper into my ear your touch and your passion lost in want and fear in your blasphomous fasion I like pants Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Paper Hearts Posted August 1, 2006 Report Share Posted August 1, 2006 i sleep in the basement instead of in my room because i like creepy places because i am GOTHIQUE biiiiiooootch Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
holliwood66 Posted August 1, 2006 Report Share Posted August 1, 2006 Death - not so delicate in name He be a quiet minister of endings who holds all live things entire and brings that final justice - willed by his mighty eye However scarred, twisted, or broken we end whole. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
phee Posted April 26, 2007 Author Report Share Posted April 26, 2007 It was time to bring this thread back up.... The Angry Rose.... By Gothique Phee Rose.... Red like the blood of the Virgin Mary's menstral cycle... Crimson kisses of lust and hatred WHY ROSE? WHY MUST YOU MOCK ME SO? Rose... who's thorns are sharp like the minds of the fallen... Fishnets and art galleries, back allies and.... more fishnets. OH ROSE, YOU ARE SO BEAUTIFUL, AND REDISH *scene* Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Homicidalheathen Posted April 26, 2007 Report Share Posted April 26, 2007 you make me puke your such a fluke what an ass your so crass Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
phee Posted April 26, 2007 Author Report Share Posted April 26, 2007 I Saw Him..... by gothique Phee There he is from a far away land. He presses play on the ADAT/CD player with his hand. From accross the sea he came to us. In a monotone voice, I guess a plus? Turn up volume blow that amp Flutter his eyes at thine gothique tramp. "He is the one that made that sound" "He is the one that is so profound" Sexy and drunk they do so flock. Many times he thinks of his...er.... record label. Longer to play a song than it does to write. And on stage he sings over prerecording with delight. "He is so dreamy and so creative with himself." "I have CD's that he made on my shelf" "This makes him attractive despite the fact," "That all the music is canned and packed" "And why not?" he speaks out loud. "So little effort and such a big crowd" FIN Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Homicidalheathen Posted April 28, 2007 Report Share Posted April 28, 2007 This verse is crappy But its not sappy If you give me crap I will give you a slappy. Life is a tunnul A tunnel of crap Leave me alone or I give you a slap. Take it from me If you need to pee You can do it over there But not on me. If I want some shit I will ask for it Give me a bit And you will get hit Poo on me and you will see No one likes To be stinky. (hey this is actually pretty good I might use it ) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BrassFusion Posted April 28, 2007 Report Share Posted April 28, 2007 dread. dread the coming shift, the endless shift in time from whose embrace i cannot lift just one lucid thought one two three four five six seven EIGHT interminable hours or probably more than that if the fucktards don't know how to pick up after themselves (stupid cattle never do) and i shall roll down and roil after this toil and shake my ass at the club tonight provided the caffeine holds out khakis shall i wear and flat shall be my hair but i'll bring a shirt to change into so i don't have to wear my uglyass overcheerful work shirt to city club tonight Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
CixWicked Posted April 28, 2007 Report Share Posted April 28, 2007 Vigilanti - By CixWicked Digivolved to CixWurtal <sample> The dead know only one thing: it is better to be alive. - Full metal jacket </sample> <sample> I'm in a world of shit... yes. - Full metal jacket </sample> <sample> But I am alive. And I am not afraid. - Full metal jacket </sample> I feel the faith you breath in me, your hope your prayer for salvation You want to be free of the terrors you found in nights cold nation I feel the hope you give, the wish for something real to hold you But you don't prey and don't heed the words they told you You wanted a savior but don't look beyond the flesh You asked for something strong, and thought I was best You wanted a champion to stand against the wicked night You found what you looked for well beyond the light You wanted someone to make the moon shy away, and to make the wrongs right Wants for savior saw your dreams fade with the setting sun Cause in your hero see the monster I've become Wants for savior saw your dreams fade with the setting sun Cause in your hero see the monster I've become <sample> That was the first time I had seen my dad kill someone... but I got used to it. - Kane "Menace II Society" <sample> As eye for eye has left you blind, and blessed now I can see A waning gift of bitter warmth as night embraced me You beg for mercy from the feinds and ghouls, in truth you prey to me And when I give you what you wish will freedom be really free? I'll haunt the allys, breaking night, and bathing in it's screams But who will show me wrong from right, alike they always seem To take a life or two or three, for safety take them all For in the ground we are safe, from there we can not fall You wanted a savior but don't look beyond the flesh You asked for something strong, and thought I was best You wanted a champion to stand against the wicked night You found what you looked for well beyond the light You wanted someone to make the moon shy away, and to make the wrongs right Wants for savior saw your dreams fade with the setting sun Cause in your hero see the monster I've become Wants for savior saw your dreams fade with the setting sun Cause in your hero see the monster I've become Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
know_buddy_kares Posted April 29, 2007 Report Share Posted April 29, 2007 I am le uber goth! I despise the light a flesh eating moth wreaking havok in the night I have a black book to where i write poems but i won't let you look for they're emo moans my ankh is cooler than yours my favorite bands are from europe, bob i lie and say i've done all their tours but i'm too dark to get a day job Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Homicidalheathen Posted April 29, 2007 Report Share Posted April 29, 2007 Quote Phee: Sexy and drunk they do so flock. Many times he thinks of his...er.... record label. God that was funny. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Homicidalheathen Posted April 29, 2007 Report Share Posted April 29, 2007 Your writing isn't terrible though. Vigilanti - By CixWicked Digivolved to CixWurtal <sample> The dead know only one thing: it is better to be alive. - Full metal jacket </sample> <sample> I'm in a world of shit... yes. - Full metal jacket </sample> <sample> But I am alive. And I am not afraid. - Full metal jacket </sample> I feel the faith you breath in me, your hope your prayer for salvation You want to be free of the terrors you found in nights cold nation I feel the hope you give, the wish for something real to hold you But you don't prey and don't heed the words they told you You wanted a savior but don't look beyond the flesh You asked for something strong, and thought I was best You wanted a champion to stand against the wicked night You found what you looked for well beyond the light You wanted someone to make the moon shy away, and to make the wrongs right Wants for savior saw your dreams fade with the setting sun Cause in your hero see the monster I've become Wants for savior saw your dreams fade with the setting sun Cause in your hero see the monster I've become <sample> That was the first time I had seen my dad kill someone... but I got used to it. - Kane "Menace II Society" <sample> As eye for eye has left you blind, and blessed now I can see A waning gift of bitter warmth as night embraced me You beg for mercy from the feinds and ghouls, in truth you prey to me And when I give you what you wish will freedom be really free? I'll haunt the allys, breaking night, and bathing in it's screams But who will show me wrong from right, alike they always seem To take a life or two or three, for safety take them all For in the ground we are safe, from there we can not fall You wanted a savior but don't look beyond the flesh You asked for something strong, and thought I was best You wanted a champion to stand against the wicked night You found what you looked for well beyond the light You wanted someone to make the moon shy away, and to make the wrongs right Wants for savior saw your dreams fade with the setting sun Cause in your hero see the monster I've become Wants for savior saw your dreams fade with the setting sun Cause in your hero see the monster I've become Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
CixWicked Posted April 29, 2007 Report Share Posted April 29, 2007 Your writing isn't terrible though. Thank you... or I'm sorry... I'm not sure how to respond. Your humbled, and unworthy pleeb Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Homicidalheathen Posted April 29, 2007 Report Share Posted April 29, 2007 unworthy my ass. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Head Wreck Posted April 29, 2007 Report Share Posted April 29, 2007 coffins are black corpses are blue this thread is back i'll necropost too Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Homicidalheathen Posted April 29, 2007 Report Share Posted April 29, 2007 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BrassFusion Posted April 29, 2007 Report Share Posted April 29, 2007 coffins are blackcorpses are blue this thread is back i'll necropost too that gets my webby award Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
phee Posted April 30, 2007 Author Report Share Posted April 30, 2007 Thank you... or I'm sorry... I'm not sure how to respond. Your humbled, and unworthy pleeb You know you rock Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
CixWicked Posted May 1, 2007 Report Share Posted May 1, 2007 The Dark (Hopefully terrible enough, by CixWicked) The Dark I twist darkly through the darkest darkness With darkness in-darkening, my darkness, I darkly brood the dark Dark is how my darkness feels. Dark beyond the darkest dark It is dark within my vivid darkness, and darkness be my darklegacy Were I a pirate, I would be a darkly dark pirate of the dark Dark ranger, were I a power ranger, but only in the dark Darkness encompasses me, shrouding my dark countence with... well... darknes... i guess... It's dark... and I feel dark... is it dark enough for you The dark (Gotta end a dark poem the same way you started it... darkly) That bad enough? Thanks for all the complements. CixWicked Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BrassFusion Posted May 1, 2007 Report Share Posted May 1, 2007 lol cix, you're so... dark... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
phee Posted May 1, 2007 Author Report Share Posted May 1, 2007 lol cix, you're so...dark... he is....... you are Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Homicidalheathen Posted May 1, 2007 Report Share Posted May 1, 2007 I choke on your blood In my throat it does flood Into my veins and leaving stains... ...on my cloak. I disappear like smoke Into the night A bat in flight. Now I am gone and you feel wrong like something is lost And at such a cost. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Homicidalheathen Posted May 1, 2007 Report Share Posted May 1, 2007 This I like to see. You had to STRUGGLE to write crappy. Love ya. The Dark (Hopefully terrible enough, by CixWicked) The Dark I twist darkly through the darkest darkness With darkness in-darkening, my darkness, I darkly brood the dark Dark is how my darkness feels. Dark beyond the darkest dark It is dark within my vivid darkness, and darkness be my darklegacy Were I a pirate, I would be a darkly dark pirate of the dark Dark ranger, were I a power ranger, but only in the dark Darkness encompasses me, shrouding my dark countence with... well... darknes... i guess... It's dark... and I feel dark... is it dark enough for you The dark (Gotta end a dark poem the same way you started it... darkly) That bad enough? Thanks for all the complements. CixWicked Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
CixWicked Posted May 1, 2007 Report Share Posted May 1, 2007 This I like to see. You had to STRUGGLE to write crappy. Love ya. Here's a little lesson and some humor, and suprise all rolled into one. DID YOU KNOW... that Ebonic's dosn't cover a single 'subset of English dialect' but several? Did you know that there are more that 12 different dialects of Ebonics in america alone... and when you push out to england, and Canada, you have even more. Did you know that It's not just african american's who have their own dialects of ebonics. There are subsets popularized by whites, hispanics and even asians have their own subsect of ebonics? Did you know that different people from different parts of the same regions speak ebonics differently? I don't mean people in different states, I mean in different neighborhoods. There are forms of vulgar, and not so vulgar argot even in ebonics, based on how words are pronounced and what is being said. Here's the intersting. I met a girl who lives out Bellville way... She's -beautiful-, but she speaks in some of the worse, down trodden, pidgeon ebonics you ever want to hear. It's so bad that my black ass looks at her and go 'WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST SAY?' She actually has to speak slowly, and ask me if I understand what she's saying a -lot-. Now the other day she gave me a binder of her poetry, and asked me to read it. At first I was kind of. "Blah blah blah... " Girl can barely speak, how eloquent can her poetry be. That and she told me she tried to be a rapper at one point but found she couldn't rap... But I opened the pages, and Started reading... The letters came together in a way that would make Tolkien Furious... The girl misspelled EBONICS... I mean, the words were so bad, I wanted to put everything down, but I kept on reading... And after each line I took about 3 minutes to decipher what she was saying, and in the end... I was amazed at how beautiful her poetry was. I'm gonna try and get her to let me post some of it, but it was truely beautiful. And just completely drivle, because of how it was written. It's a hard line to cross... a thick shell to get to the meat, but it's really beautiful. It's funny, like when you find a broken rose taking bloom through the cracks in the concrete. Cix Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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