Phee's terrible gothic poetry thread

[Paper Hearts]

Oh, my God....

Paul effen rules.

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I really do.

[phee]

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

[Paper Hearts]

i sleep in the basement

instead of in my room

because i like creepy places

because i am GOTHIQUE

biiiiiooootch

[holliwood66]

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.

[phee]

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*

[Homicidalheathen]

you make me puke

your such a fluke

what an ass

your so crass

[phee]

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

[Homicidalheathen]

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 )

[BrassFusion]

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

[CixWicked]

Vigilanti - By CixWicked Digivolved to CixWurtal

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The dead know only one thing: it is better to be alive.

- Full metal jacket

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I'm in a world of shit... yes.

- Full metal jacket

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But I am alive. And I am not afraid.

- Full metal jacket

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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

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That was the first time I had seen my dad kill someone... but I got used to it.

- Kane "Menace II Society"

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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

[know_buddy_kares]

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

[Homicidalheathen]

Quote Phee: Sexy and drunk they do so flock.

Many times he thinks of his...er.... record label.

God that was funny.

[Homicidalheathen]

Your writing isn't terrible though.

Vigilanti - By CixWicked Digivolved to CixWurtal

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The dead know only one thing: it is better to be alive.

- Full metal jacket

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I'm in a world of shit... yes.

- Full metal jacket

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But I am alive. And I am not afraid.

- Full metal jacket

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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

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That was the first time I had seen my dad kill someone... but I got used to it.

- Kane "Menace II Society"

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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

[CixWicked]

Your writing isn't terrible though.

Thank you... or I'm sorry... I'm not sure how to respond.

Your humbled, and unworthy pleeb

[Homicidalheathen]

unworthy my ass.

[Head Wreck]

coffins are black

corpses are blue

this thread is back

i'll necropost too

[Homicidalheathen]

[BrassFusion]

coffins are black

corpses are blue

this thread is back

i'll necropost too

that gets my webby award

[phee]

Thank you... or I'm sorry... I'm not sure how to respond.

Your humbled, and unworthy pleeb

You know you rock

[CixWicked]

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

[BrassFusion]

lol cix, you're so...

dark...

[phee]

lol cix, you're so...

dark...

he is....... you are

[Homicidalheathen]

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.

[Homicidalheathen]

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

[CixWicked]

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