Simon Bar Sinister Posted December 9, 2010 Report Share Posted December 9, 2010 lost in the fog the hedges corral us and channel us towards our doom Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Megalicious Posted December 9, 2010 Report Share Posted December 9, 2010 Mother enjoyed the simple pleasures of watching her enemy's last breath gaze her wrists from above her hands... Her own flesh distant, remembering only tender days of drifting and carving themselves into sunsets of old. Dare he cling, his blackened eyes, only blue with seconds left and not counting. "You will never tell because no one can hear you".... he pushed with air through clamped teeth.. Then kissed with tattered strips of what use to be lips a lifetime or few ago; he kissed her.... good nightmare. Awww awful gothic poetry! I have one about the Mall somewhere around here - I have to find it! (lol) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Megalicious Posted January 10, 2011 Report Share Posted January 10, 2011 I have one about the Mall somewhere around here - I have to find it! (lol) I found it and added what I wrote the other day ... and yes, it is mean to be faceitious! I left my heart at the mall, between menswear, large and small. As I walk around the book store, I think to myself "How could I ever want more?".. I tried their soft chairs... I sat and played with my hair .. I walked along its shinny floors... and peered out of its translucent, shinny doors.. I saw someone power shopping... I saw someone power dropping... I found Macy's so magic.. and read love stories so tragic.. The mall has become my special place.. The mall has become my " I don't care" space... I'm going to stay here all day.. I don't care what they say... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
phee Posted June 25, 2011 Author Report Share Posted June 25, 2011 Among the ruined hearts my eyes finally opened. Do we find meaning in the shades of grey or the cries from the blackened sky? As the massive tempest turns us all against each other, my eyes finally opened. Loves final laughter at the destruction mocks the living. Uncaring hands that work to complete the endless puzzle, my eyes finally open. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ArcheressRabbit Posted July 23, 2011 Report Share Posted July 23, 2011 Never darker was the night absent of stars, devoid of light. that evening found me fast asleep aware of the horrors I would meet. I awakened to bright lumnious eyes so like a cat's in both shape and size. "Come with me" it hissed, and thus I followed it into the mist. I could not see but for the fog but I trusted my guide and followed along. My feet found fresh dirt and grass and I heard a Priest in the middle of Mass. I could not comprehend or understand what was happening, or who now held my hand. Then suddenly the night cleared and I saw myself in a place I feared A graveyard, the place of those passed, the home of souls who'd breathed their last. A wedding was happening but where was the bride? I looked down at myself and was terrified. "Who's the groom?" I wondered aloud. "Me." A voice said. I knew that sound. My eyes shot from my wrist to his face Oh the sight, I wish I could have erased! Swiftly I shrank from his rotted touch He protested, "My love, you wound me much!" "Long have I wanted you by my side, nothing has changed since I died." "Tonight my pet, I shall have you at last! It shall be as we said in the past." "This nust be a dream!" I gasped. I faltered, but he again rasped. "Tonight we will marry, my dove. Tonight I reclaim my lost love." I looked up at him, eyes bright with tears But before I could speak, he disappeared. I woke up sobbing on his headstone, heartbroken, crying, and alone. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
havoc Posted July 23, 2011 Report Share Posted July 23, 2011 (edited) you see sunshine, birds and hats I look around and i see bats you see rain and flowers bloom i see the clouds and only gloom you think their's a point to this i shake my head, what did i miss you never got out of bed a peaceful sleep join the dead yet i live despite my plight of hating the sun and all thats bright i cover myself with black cloth i am darkness i am GOTH Edited July 23, 2011 by havoc Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
theremper Posted September 2, 2011 Report Share Posted September 2, 2011 I don't think your poetry is bad. I like it. Here is mine Death and destruction in the air bodies lie in heaps flesh melts and flows screams stopped by death the only sound are the dead they speak out no one listens no one cares do you listen do you care who listens to the stories who listens to the songs who listens to the poems do you listen do you care go to the land of the dead stand on the gates and listen by god listen listen to the stories listen to the songs listen to the poems listen to the dead Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Class-Punk Posted September 3, 2011 Report Share Posted September 3, 2011 (edited) Call It What You Want This endless, grimy darkness stretches full on after dusk, it is of fatal pits and lonely, crawling stumps, kept dressed in trash by the nails of their wounds. Running from antagonist booms, the desolate, crisp echoes of Foster The People. Edited September 3, 2011 by Coffeenated Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Class-Punk Posted October 16, 2011 Report Share Posted October 16, 2011 Aging life blows away in the desolate night, there are no voices here, no guides to give false power. The frigid air is consummating itself inside of me, only eyes need talk about death. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Simon Bar Sinister Posted April 11, 2012 Report Share Posted April 11, 2012 roses are red violets are blue I'm so much more goth-er than u Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Anna Phylaxis Posted April 13, 2012 Report Share Posted April 13, 2012 The night descends into the darkness moving downward like a raindrop fallen from your eyes watering the plants with a can you let me out of this prison of hate my job so much to give you my gentel rose of beauty is in the eye of the beholder. You dance in my dreams never come true enough to act upon a time to get moving truck full of our stuff it up your ass you twisted jerk off by myself in a blackened room for improvement is a good goal to have or have not. This bottle of pills box from the war of the roses cut too short on cash to buy this is almost all gone fishing be back in a little while longer to wait until the end of the movie is on tv. I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm turned on. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
phee Posted April 13, 2012 Author Report Share Posted April 13, 2012 I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm turned on. *raises eyebrow* Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Class-Punk Posted October 19, 2012 Report Share Posted October 19, 2012 (edited) The psuedo-punk likes to dance. To misogyny, and kick drums, and vague insults-- and call fun Alternative capitalist instruction. Edited October 19, 2012 by Coffeenated Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
EagleRose Posted January 11, 2013 Report Share Posted January 11, 2013 The light of night rends the world asunder wicked delights stirs the richest blood the darkest angst stills the silence fulfill your hopes of arising again a sweetened kiss to greet the sun Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Class-Punk Posted February 3, 2013 Report Share Posted February 3, 2013 Some trees drink pure rainwater, but grow into twisted shadows; and if the insects get inside, the insects will die. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
uroboros1640 Posted March 3, 2013 Report Share Posted March 3, 2013 ghosts from the past come to aid in current cries for help. said i who all this time refused to believe, refused to feel. a particular ghost comes creeping into my deepest dreams. She is there in This whole entire being just like i remember. This only message, be happy i am here i love you. here in this waking state i stand beside here, the one who resembles. and i wonder if i made a mistake, and if i can ever be happy messages rummage through my psche as if i am computer i know i must continue in dignity and integrity and kindness and love to where ever this road leads me. here is not all. now is ephemeral. we are all connected as one. i posess not. i just am. i know you are. but why does it hurt sometimes? and why does She haunt my dreams... that's the paradox of human nature. i leave it to stream. go, swim with dolphins u. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TronRP Posted March 9, 2013 Report Share Posted March 9, 2013 Little Monsters in the hall Little Monsters on the walls Little Monsters over head Don't you wish the Monsters dead... doumo Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TronRP Posted March 9, 2013 Report Share Posted March 9, 2013 It crawled, It squawked, you hit it, fall...it did not You scream, you run, you fall, not...into the hall It lurches, it lunges, it grabs you, no...a miss This dance, it continues, forever, not...but a minute You're a victim, you're a quarry, a target, no...a survivor You see the lights, you see the night, trip on stairs, fall...into your saviour merci Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
EagleRose Posted March 9, 2013 Report Share Posted March 9, 2013 It walks, it talks, it creeps, it crawls, over the window and through the halls it walks, it talks, it creeps, it crawls, over the window and through the halls it walks it walks Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TronRP Posted August 9, 2013 Report Share Posted August 9, 2013 Oh, beautiful sadness, Work your magic on my heart, That it too may know, The love of your hollow song. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Simon Bar Sinister Posted December 26, 2013 Report Share Posted December 26, 2013 it' been overcast for so long that the cerulean slashes in the cloud deck seem at first to bleed the light I'd forgotten was even there Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Anna Phylaxis Posted June 26, 2014 Report Share Posted June 26, 2014 Roses are red Violets are blue How the hell did I get back here? It's your fault Eternal. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
~Tszura~ Posted June 27, 2014 Report Share Posted June 27, 2014 BEST POEM EVER!! And my sentiments exactly XD Roses are red Violets are blue How the hell did I get back here? It's your fault Eternal. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Anna Phylaxis Posted June 27, 2014 Report Share Posted June 27, 2014 ~ Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Raev Posted June 27, 2014 Report Share Posted June 27, 2014 Roses are red Violets are blue How the hell did I get back here? It's your fault Eternal. Yes! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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