Phee's terrible gothic poetry thread

[phee]

Yay gothic sluts

(I know it's a short poem I know, but it is all true)

[DeadBurgerKing (10)]

Not sure if I posted it allready, buuuuuuuut:

You don't see me.

Not many do.

I'm just transparent.

Nothing special.

Nothing new.

Just another target in the crosshairs.

Don't think twice about me.

I'm sure I don't need to tell you that.

Go on.

Do what you were doing.

Don't stop.

Don't glance my way.

Don't turn around.

No.

I'm not here.

I have taken my leave.

But to you.

I was never there.

[EAF (1)]

I like the love poem DBK...good, true, without being sappy...lol

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Basalisk bimbos and mischiviouse motherfuckers surround my every move.

They suck the life right out of me, make fun of all I do.

Fuck this place and all that live within blinding ignorance this is a place for "democracy" people lieing to their defense.

We sell, we die, we kill, we buy...

We have no morals left.

© M. K. A.

Gagged

Tie me down, bind me, i'm gagged with the truth...The wire of illusion cutting deep into my throat, as the rope tightens I try not to choke...

Tie me down, bind me, i'm gagged with the truth...Blood pouring everywhere, close your eyes pretend to care...

Tie me down, bind me, i'm gagged with the truth...Will no one say what they see? Will this end, all die with me..?

They tied me down, bound me, I gagged on the truth...

© M. K. A.

Fears...

To be in a world of horror and blood,

To never feel tears to come as a flood.

To want to shed tears, blood , or your life,

Afraid of never being someone’s loved wife.

Of being alone in a world that’s grown black,

Or the fear of all hatred known to come back.

Of being alone, left in the dark,

To want to be loved your only embark.

To be left in the cold, mute by death,

To want to be warmed by your own lovers breath.

To live to be loved and never to be,

These are just some of the fears owned by me.

© M. K. A.

Killing Death...

Killing death in the black of the night,

For death is that one worthless fright...

That we all fear, but don’t know why,

That no one holds dear, but rather makes them cry.

Cry from their undying, unrelenting, unknown, health,

From every peasant to others with uncountable wealth.

We all fear death, all but me,

I refuse to be like others, this I decree,

For no one will cry for when I have gone,

I want it that way, gone on a happier song.

Happier than the one I used to hear,

When I felt like death, and was never held dear.

© M. K. A.

Broken...

I don’t want to be here,

I don’t know what to do,

I know you wished me well,

But all I think of is you.

How much I want to tell you to come here to my aid,

To say you’ll always be here, that your feelings will never fade.

I want to keep you here,

Place you on a shelf,

Tell no one of you,

Keep you to myself.

Like a prized possession I’d cry if you ever broke,

But your broken heart I do try to fix back for you,

But your broken heart I do try, try to cry for you,

But your already broken and I don’t know what to do,

…to fix it and make you back to you.

© M. K. A.

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These are just some of my many poems...I was going to put my new one's but instead just copy and pasted my old stuff from my other forums...lol (I still have a lot more, but thought i'd put this and see if anyone will even give me any feedback...lol) They're all short, but there are just a lot of them...lol

[EAF (1)]

Oh well even if my poerty is shit, which I guess it probably is i'm still putting it here anwyay...

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Inside, inside, inside...

It's always inside, inside, inside,

like I feel that I have died.

I want the pain to go away,

in my heart is where it stays,

deep down inside, inside, inside,

I really want to die,

I do not know why, nor care how,

I just wish it would die,

inside, inside, inside,

only to me you ever lie,

so I beg you tell me why,

your the only one who makes me cry,

your the only thing I wish would die,

inside, inside, inside,

is where my heart used to lye,

you made me want to cry today,

please make the pain go away,

your the only thing that makes me die,

...inside...inside...inside...

© M. K. A.

Blades

The blades did slash,

as my life flashed,

right before my eyes,

or so I hypothosized,

it would have, had,

I went mad,

or went through with wanting to die.

Instead I just cry...

I know know that I bleed,

that the human race is my breed...

For that alone I am sad,

for i'll wonder if I had,

would god have saved me?

No one cares don't you see?

So now I wish,

I'd slit my wrists,

and watch all of my blood be set free.

© M. K. A.

In the night

The suns beating down like the fires of hell,

Come to engulf us in sin.

In the dark of the nights,

we forget all our fights,

and remember how to love once again.

© M. K. A

"Passing by"

It seems I watch my life pass by,

without as much as a wave or hi...

I weep for her I really do,

she never knows, she never knew...

how could I tell you would see,

all you want is not in me...

that poor dear girl passing by,

slowly weeping as her heart dies.

© M. K. A.

Quoting myself: (yes I quote myself)

"Even those with a dark past, can lead the brightest of furtures. Yet those with a pure of heart, can have the darkest of minds."

-MA

© M. K. A.

untitled

Burnt ash swirling with the breeze, twirling in the wind like black sand. All the moments just like these, of my world with no time or land. Being alone without you, with no love left to seize. All th moments I feel alone, are moments just like these.

© M. K. A.

[Msterbeau]

Die!!

Die!!

Die!!

Die!!

Die!!

Die!!

Let there be light, a butterflies and fluff...

Die!!

Die!!

Die!!

Die!!

Die!!

Die!!

Die!!

Die!!

Die!!

Die!!

Die!!

Die!!

Die!!

Die!!

Die!!

Die!!

Die!!

[phee]

Die!!

Die!!

Die!!

Die!!

Die!!

Die!!

Let there be light, a butterflies and fluff...

Die!!

Die!!

Die!!

Die!!

Die!!

Die!!

Die!!

Die!!

Die!!

Die!!

Die!!

Die!!

Die!!

Die!!

Die!!

Die!!

Die!!

Brilliant

[kellygrrrrrl]

If you love me let me free

If you love me let me be

Love me but hate me not

I'll be gone and soon forgot

I hope you nothing but the best

I hope your soul does get it's rest

I wish you something I don't give

I wish you love wherever you live

All my life I wander alone

now the reaping of seeds that have been sown

[Msterbeau]

Brilliant

The inner workings of my mind have been revealed to all...

[Scales]

TITLE: Don't Fall Asleep With Judge Judy On The Telly

ALTERNATE TITLE: Nightmare On Judge Judy Street

ALTERNATE TITLE 2: Friday the Judge Judy

ALTERNATE TITLE 3: Judge Judy Strikes Back

Life is fucking worthless,

everybody fucking sucks,

fuck it all to hell and stuff,

cause Judge Judy is comin',

she'll devour all our souls,

she killed all the politicians,

she kidnapped the children,

she raped all the drunk cats,

Judge Judy, she's from Hell.

Judge Judy, she's undead,

Judge Judy is "that smell",

she's gonna cut off your head.

Judge Judy.

*Ending Guitar Riff*

Edited June 7, 2007 by Scales

[BrassFusion]

TITLE: Don't Fall Asleep With Judge Judy On The Telly

ALTERNATE TITLE: Nightmare On Judge Judy Street

ALTERNATE TITLE 2: Friday the Judge Judy

ALTERNATE TITLE 3: Judge Judy Strikes Back

Life is fucking worthless,

everybody fucking sucks,

fuck it all to hell and stuff,

cause Judge Judy is comin',

she'll devour all our souls,

she killed all the politicians,

she kidnapped the children,

she raped all the drunk cats,

Judge Judy, she's from Hell.

Judge Judy, she's undead,

Judge Judy is "that smell",

she's gonna cut off your head.

Judge Judy.

*Ending Guitar Riff*

YES

btw putting my vote in for "friday the judge judy"

[Scales]

Thanks, it was based on a nightmare I had way back cause of the first title.

http://emuse.ebaumsworld.com/flash/play/707/

[Sybil]

roses are pink

daisys are white

i'll post where i want

and revel in spite

*claps and cheers!*

I give it a 10.

You're funny.

[CixWicked]

Me needs to spout some more stuff.

I wrote this back in December, but it feels like someone else wrote it (I was desperately heartbroken at the time).

It's not in prose, but it's poetic none the less.

Tell me what you think... be honest.

A hearts lesson

I have been fates fool, and fortunes parody. I have allowed my faith to blind me to the obvious, and have noticed only too late the object of my desire had changed drastically. The signs are all there, and that which I cherished so deeply before has become something utterly different. Adoration, and want has changed into cold indifference, and the prospect of the future changed from paradise, to purgatory.

My heart is breaking…

There is a difference between ignorance, and indifference that is at times too subtle to notice; the playful warmth of sarcasm blending so seamlessly with bitter spite. The hands that once caressed can shove with little effort. The smile of adoration seems so similar to the dark smirk of contempt.

Though I loose my breath at every glance, I feel eyes watching for the moment when I no longer breath. Sometimes the end of the relationship is not enough, or too unbearable to present. Our contempt for that which has brought us to this will not afford us the simple courtesy of a quick death. We hold on to the ghost of a feeling we once had, while waiting for the offending heart to stop.

We wait impatiently… together.

When one is willing to learn, the world becomes an unwitting teacher, full of wondrous lessons, and adventure. It becomes a wonderful puzzle, with secrets revealed at every turn. Each moment gives pleasure, and swelling anticipation of what the next might hold.

When one is unwilling to learn, the lesson becomes a burden, and the teacher an enemy, each word like the scraping of nail on board. Love becomes painful to endure, and concern begins to seem like control. Our every thought becomes 'how quickly can I leave', or 'how can I avoid the lesson'. Dire circumstances born of something so beautiful, made so darkly humored.

There is no more terrible a lesson than the one learned by an unloved lover.

[Scales]

My back is full of knives, I can barely hold the weight;

there's a bounty on my head, but I'm my only hunter.

They say you choose your path in life, but that's a lie,

you can just as easily get pushed down into a path;

tripping and falling down into a deep hole, alone.

Rising like a thin tower, a stranger dressed in blood,

wrapped in chains with a knife in each cold hand,

you try to pull them out, but belief wasn't made for you;

you are merely rotting, dying, and the cycle continues.

Struggling to climb the clock while crowds laugh,

inevitability that you will fall, every path is dirt and shit.

Deep down you feel that everyone wants you dead,

if your insides were filled with blades, you'd find peace.

[phee]

The darkness that consumes all watches from the hill top...

A silhouette moonlit dance of the night...

24 hours says the drive thru window... a picture of the cresent moon.

To consume the flesh of other animals in the dead of night.... I had her my cash...

She looks at me with the blackness of her inner soul as she hands me charred animal flesh...

My desire reaches through the window into her bra...

The cold metal encases my passion filled wrists...

The back of the car bathed in red light...

The red light of the night...

[Fierce Critter]

Black thoughts

like fluttering batwings

blind inside my head.

Begone! Harbingers of horror!

Back to the cave whence you came.

Haunt me no more.

Still, they persist.

Careening like confused birds

blood on the picture window.

My eyes.

[phee]

Black thoughts

like fluttering batwings

blind inside my head.

Begone! Harbingers of horror!

Back to the cave whence you came.

Haunt me no more.

Still, they persist.

Careening like confused birds

blood on the picture window.

My eyes.

If DGN ever has a scrapbook... this goes in it

[DeadBurgerKing (10)]

I like the love poem DBK...good, true, without being sappy...lol

It was a love poem? I thought I was being wistful?

[Fierce Critter]

If DGN ever has a scrapbook... this goes in it

[Fierce Critter]

Blackened ballroom ballyhoo

oontz oontz oontz oontz

dip and sway - POSE!

Flutter fingers, belly dance

boom tssss boom tssss

nibble neck - sigh.

Stompy bootie hoedown

tsap tsap tsap tsap

GET THE FUCK OUT!

[Fierce Critter]

I has no bukkit.

Woe, alas, alack!

Bukkitless, I mourn.

Thoughts of deepest black!

Fruitlessly, I search.

Thither, yon and back!

Bukkitless, I stay.

Woe, alas, alack.

[phee]

Forces of the ultimate drunken mist in wait slit in the thoat so soar with pain of window open and let the air flow out side by side inside of middle

[Fierce Critter]

Forces of the ultimate drunken mist in wait slit in the thoat so soar with pain of window open and let the air flow out side by side inside of middle

That was gorgeous geometry.

I obtuse you.

[DeadBurgerKing (10)]

Roses are dead

Violets are doomed

Your rotting corpse

Is stuffed in my room

Haha, morbid enough to be considered 'goth'?

[freydis]

I has no bukkit.

Woe, alas, alack!

Bukkitless, I mourn.

Thoughts of deepest black!

Fruitlessly, I search.

Thither, yon and back!

Bukkitless, I stay.

Woe, alas, alack.

lolrus sez:

Edited August 6, 2007 by munin218