Crazed Vampyress Posted September 1, 2007 Report Share Posted September 1, 2007 i just want to collapse into a heap on the floor and sob until i drown in my own tears. this is when i miss being a kid the most. when there was someone to pick you up, hold your face and gently wipe away the tears. someone to tell you it would be allright. everything might not work out how you want it to, but it does work out. i miss the faith i had as a child that another person could make the world right for you. my dad used to be that person. used to be. now, nothing. no faith at all. its not that i dont have friends, its that i dont have faith in "happily ever after any more" you grow up and you realize youre on your own. "every living creature on this earth dies alone" -Donnie Darko you go on and on until your legs give out. then you crawl until you arms are too weak. then you cry out until you have no voice left. then you wait until your soul finally gives in. then you die. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
phee Posted September 1, 2007 Author Report Share Posted September 1, 2007 Black No. 1 She's in love with herself. She likes the dark. On her milk white neck. The Devil's mark. It's all Hallows Eve. The moon is full. Will she trick or treat. I bet she will. She's got a date at midnight. With Nosferatu. Oh baby, Lilly Munster. Ain't got nothing on you. Well when I called her evil. She just laughed. And cast that spell on me. Boo Bitch Craft. Yeah you wanna go out 'cause it's raining and blowing. You can't go out 'cause your roots are showing. Dye em black. Black no. 1 Little wolf skin boots. And clove cigarettes. An erotic funeral. For witch she's dressed. Her perfume smells like. Burning leaves. Everyday is Halloween. Loving you was like loving the dead. (Gawd I am brilliant.... er... yeah) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Scales Posted September 4, 2007 Report Share Posted September 4, 2007 The same old sounds and some new patterns, like giant insects with knives we don't know how to use our words, and once the stabbing is said and done, the vultures, once merciless ideals of honorable worth- priceless and golden, become decadent hunters of raw flesh on moving scraps of bone and compassion. The power lines all stretch crooked and twisted, and the beasts are filled with energy to kill, ideas mad with sterilizing a disease: movement. So the wind stops blowing and the plants all die, and a wasteland fills the air and the oceans, clinging to the memories of every fading whisper, of every fading life in every growing shadow. Err, Do the Dew. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Fierce Critter Posted September 4, 2007 Report Share Posted September 4, 2007 Blackness A fortress Hatred Pain Sadness A countess Evil Dead Sadeness A mistress Master Slave Lifeless An abyss Bloody Grave Useless An excess Leather Lace Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
phee Posted September 4, 2007 Author Report Share Posted September 4, 2007 Kill Kill them Kill them all Kill them all watch Kill them all watch them Kill them all watch them cry Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
violentivy Posted September 4, 2007 Report Share Posted September 4, 2007 Black, is the colour of my ever-hating heart rising up to meet your fangs and rest in a deep slumber that should have been forever. *snap snap snap snap* From the dark side, he emerges. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
phee Posted September 4, 2007 Author Report Share Posted September 4, 2007 Dark is Darker then the light is lighter Hate is more hateful then love is lovely Numb is more numbing then feeling is felt Night is more nightly then the day is dayly Ice is more icey then the water is watery.... (ah fuck it you get the idea) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
phee Posted November 3, 2007 Author Report Share Posted November 3, 2007 You leave me alone in the lonliness of the dark fog My voice weeps to you in sadness, sorrow, and the eternal cloud of mourning Oh sorrow of the black rose that haunteth me Oh alas my stricken soul that was left so cold Oh the last kiss I shared was to be the most distant Oh darkness embrace this memory Oh desire that drowns me in the fold Oh your touch that made me dry and bent. I still feel thine whisper upon my poison ear... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
phee Posted November 3, 2007 Author Report Share Posted November 3, 2007 Your beauty so sweet Your soul so toxic Your face the heat your kisses I lost it Strobelight decadence And in my defence Life is so sugar coated Full of false devoted poison from within Forbidden *curtsies* Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
phee Posted November 3, 2007 Author Report Share Posted November 3, 2007 she spread herself wide open to let the insects in she leaves a trail of honey to show me where she's been she has the blood of reptile just underneath her skin seeds from a thousand others drip down from within oh my beautiful liar oh my precious whore my disease my infection I am so impure devils speak of the ways in which she'll manifest angels bleed from the tainted touch of my caress need to contaminate to alleviate this loneliness I now know the depths I reach are limitless oh my beautiful liar oh my precious whore my disease my infection I am so impure -------- wait that's not my terrible gothic poetry.... that's someone elses Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Destroit Posted November 3, 2007 Report Share Posted November 3, 2007 (edited) phee said: she spread herself wide open to let the insects inshe leaves a trail of honey to show me where she's been she has the blood of reptile just underneath her skin seeds from a thousand others drip down from within oh my beautiful liar oh my precious whore my disease my infection I am so impure devils speak of the ways in which she'll manifest angels bleed from the tainted touch of my caress need to contaminate to alleviate this loneliness I now know the depths I reach are limitless oh my beautiful liar oh my precious whore my disease my infection I am so impure -------- wait that's not my terrible gothic poetry.... that's someone elses CHEATER!!!! Uhmm now that I'm here (I only do prose, but lemme give this poetry thing a shot) Darkness wraps itself around my thought Deep pit, never ending, leads further into black I tumble....circle...entwine myself in hate Surrounded, shifty red eyes, seething rage There is no God where I am It's bad AND goth...hmmm....what a rarity to combine those two words Edited November 3, 2007 by Chernobyl Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
GothicRavenGoddess (3) Posted November 3, 2007 Report Share Posted November 3, 2007 (edited) Death-An Unyeilding Friend-Andrea Edwards Gear God, my death amuses me Why should I care when Your touch abuses me Death is a much nicer friend Can you ask him to come out and play? I rather have him, then be your friend for a day Dear God, Death took my pain away Do you exist? I'll find out in an our or so Dear God, the poison is in my veins, now (oh wait, that's you) You and death gave up on me today Its not funny how you play You left me standing here again today Alone in my solitude I'll have to find another friend to play '04 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Secret Acid Trip-Andrea Edwards In a world where your fate is somewhat twisted Doing what you're told And what they've insisted Life without unblinking eyes and cookie cutouts What, in this life, is worth living for? What do people really care for? Life without meaning, or progress, or sound No real life to actually be found No music, no love, all deaftoned ears Emotionless hugs, and meaningless kiss Children being born Not knowing what love is All crime's screams Are fully ignored Blood on the sidewalk Just stepped over Fighting for your oun gain Instead of the greater good Individuality is lost, as conformity takes over The world is a stage No one's putting on a show Walking through the meaningless day-to-day, I am your break from reality I am your acid trip I am your dirty little secret And I am here to stay '04 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I'm Over-Andrea Edwards I'm over you I'm over the sight of you The touch of you The breath of you I'm over the pain of you The tortured spirit of you The hurt inside of you, I cannot fix I'm over the drug abuse The fact I can't save you The fear for your life I'm over your love for me You took so long to admit I'm over the fake you The real you The somewhere in between I'm over the Italian side The hateful side And the hidden sweet side I'm over your love of God Your loyalty to sin And your desperation for forgiveness I'm over your chef side Your creative side Your lazy side I'm over your love for The Misfits Your love for 'Halloween" And "She" I'm over your eyes The smile of you The quiet laugh from you I'm over the heart and soul of you And I am not afraid to love again "05 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Shadows Calling Me-Andrea Edwards I'm lost inside Can't find my way out of the maze He was waiting, at the finish line Now, he's another demon He makes things worse In trying to make them better He smiles in desparation Hoping I'll reach for his hand I need more friends than lover Open minds, hearts, sins To reconnect to my past lives To know that I'm okay I scream in frustration No one hears it, but me Drowning in the light Wanting someone to save me (not sure who) Pick a number Wait in line My insanity is my only attraction (that's just my insecurity talking) I only want myself Smiling... Is that my true desire? Maybe you'll know A wrong turn, now Another obticle to overcome A whispered laugh, now Is somebody watching me? Fall flat on my face Fail, with another wrong turn Closer to the center Instead of the finsh line Come find me in your hidden nightmares Drown me in the shadows of your life Wipe my blood-staind tears away And lick my blood from your fingertips I see the finish line A figure stands in the darkness Calling out my name... Can you tell me who he is? '06 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Thooughts on Paper by: Andrea Edwards I thought.... I don't know what I thought. Maybe i over analyze. We got along great, now, i'm not on his friend's list.. Without a word. What happened? What did I do? I thought that you liked me. I think I'm spazzing out... I think that I'm so use to being hurt, that I expect it. My saddness is taking over. Come find me. You are my "Sixth Shadow" '06 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I Can Remember-Andrea Edwards I can remember The contours of your body But not the shape of your face. I can remember The touch of your fingers But not the heat of your hands. I can remember The Smile on your lips But not the sound of your laugh I can remember The feeling of your whispers But not the words that were said I stumble around Searching for what's missing The part of my soul That was ripped away Why won't the wound heal? Why won't the pain dissapear? Why do I still need you? The memories hurt so much I just want to forget But part of me is gone The hole will never go away The part of you that I rememeber Is what haunts me the most But despite the pain that you have caused I forgive you, still '07 Edited November 4, 2007 by GothicRavenGoddess Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
freydis Posted November 4, 2007 Report Share Posted November 4, 2007 Why? Why not? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
phee Posted November 6, 2007 Author Report Share Posted November 6, 2007 *please read allowed in the voice of Tim Curry from Legend for correct effect* The power of DARKNESS So complete The forest whispers my defeat Hide in shadows till the end Feel the moonlight Can't defend. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bean Posted November 7, 2007 Report Share Posted November 7, 2007 my heart bleeds droplets of sorrow. my cuts bleed hatred. beat me down. joy and pain. she will always win. misery. blackening blackness growing more black. my soul dead my heart empty. all for you. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bean Posted November 7, 2007 Report Share Posted November 7, 2007 die death destruction desolate destitute dry drought demure debutante doom! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
CandyQuackenbush Posted November 8, 2007 Report Share Posted November 8, 2007 I will always remember, The kiss you gave me before I got on the plane. "Click." You said, and you held my head to yours, "I win." Was all I could say in return, My heart broke with every step, The tears on my face burned. Months went on, my heart turn cold, My emotions drained, I was all alone, with no one to hold. I saw you again, Too many weeks too late, One night I broke down, And told you this set fate. You gave me my one tear, That was supposed to be used at my death, Instead it was wasted, On what felt like your last breath. Now sometimes I look back, On what I said on that horrible day, But all I need to say is this: I never loved you more, then the day I walked away. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Homicidalheathen Posted November 8, 2007 Report Share Posted November 8, 2007 You make me sick you big fat dick and your head is just this------------thick. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
GothicRavenGoddess (3) Posted November 8, 2007 Report Share Posted November 8, 2007 uhm... I'm gonna paint a picture, A picture with a twist I'll paint it with a razor blade I'll paint it on my wrist As I paint my picture A fountain will appear And as this fountain flows My pain will dissapear Ok, so its not mine... it makes me laugh, tho.. for some reason, it makes me laugh.. is that sic? I know, I cheated..... sorry.. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
GothicRavenGoddess (3) Posted November 21, 2007 Report Share Posted November 21, 2007 i know, that last one was un-inspiring.. sorry folks Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Scales Posted November 24, 2007 Report Share Posted November 24, 2007 Destruction magnet, the fire and the shrapnel conditioned to come clawing at the mind's door, take all of the possessions, witch's cursed trash that brings the halt of the brutal assemblies. Treasure in the holes of wasteland graveyards, stripped for the profit of starving, dying gods whose eyes only see sifting threads of worth, bodies replaced with cold concepts of ghosts. Weak misconceptions birth marvelous hands to strange to look upon without chaotic reason in tune with isolated madness, popular deceit, so that the saved can ferment circus dreams. Strong reactions to crawling ambient spiders dripping like the poisons from hung cadavers, smiles adorn the guests of freight promises held to the cage of a skeleton who still waits. The building is abandoned, memory is still, and all the mysticism was damned, corrupted with anchors to a ferocious, cemented dream, and shadows laugh her sunlight to it's grave. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
nilhil_glory Posted November 24, 2007 Report Share Posted November 24, 2007 There once was a crazy ass bat the damn thing flew out of my hat he flapperd his wing then started to sing and in came the cat in the hat??? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
phee Posted March 20, 2008 Author Report Share Posted March 20, 2008 I am a monster I hide, one room way. I am the beast Don't tell please I am a monster because of what I do I am a beast Unknown Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rev.Reverence Posted April 6, 2008 Report Share Posted April 6, 2008 DARKNESS, IMPRISONING ME... Oh, wait; that's some Metallica song... my bad. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rev.Reverence Posted April 10, 2008 Report Share Posted April 10, 2008 sick and twisted murderous thoughtsthrough my brain they creep about flashing steel till the blood won't stop I cannot let these voices out bring back stoning and lepers and slaves and for all the sinners who will not be saved bring back the CHRIST child..... so i can finally stand next to someone nice (This is about society and how much angst and grief it gives me) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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