Phee's terrible gothic poetry thread

[Simon Bar Sinister]

lost in the fog

the hedges corral us

and channel us towards our doom

[Guest Megalicious]

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)

[Guest Megalicious]

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...

[phee]

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.

[ArcheressRabbit]

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.

[havoc]

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

[theremper]

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

[Class-Punk]

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

[Class-Punk]

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.

[Simon Bar Sinister]

roses are red

violets are blue

I'm so much more

goth-er than u

[Anna Phylaxis]

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.

[phee]

I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm turned on.

*raises eyebrow*

[Class-Punk]

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

[EagleRose]

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

[Class-Punk]

Some trees drink pure rainwater,

but grow into twisted shadows;

and if the insects get inside,

the insects will die.

[uroboros1640]

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.

[TronRP]

Little Monsters

in the hall

Little Monsters

on the walls

Little Monsters

over head

Don't you wish the Monsters dead...

doumo

[TronRP]

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

[EagleRose]

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

[TronRP]

Oh, beautiful sadness,

Work your magic on my heart,

That it too may know,

The love of your hollow song.

[Simon Bar Sinister]

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

[Anna Phylaxis]

Roses are red

Violets are blue

How the hell did I get back here?

It's your fault

Eternal.

[~Tszura~]

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.

[Anna Phylaxis]

~

[Raev]

Roses are red

Violets are blue

How the hell did I get back here?

It's your fault

Eternal.

Yes!