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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 8:50 am
by BearDragonLady
is there such a thing as good goth poetry???
haiku - gadzuuhntiyt
Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 6:23 pm
by moonstone84
the black soul calls me
further into my darkness
i fall and follow
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hit me, make me bleed!
red rivers down my soul run.
beautiful love.
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thirty seconds to
type these abominations.
sorry, so sorry.
Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 7:07 pm
by The Fallen
sticks and stones
blood and bones
a hex will ail
what cures you
Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 7:35 pm
by iblis
Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 7:40 pm
by iblis
yes, i'm pulling these from archives that should've been left archived.
Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 7:41 pm
by junkie christ
BearDragonLady wrote:is there such a thing as good goth poetry???
no.
none.
zero
staplestaplestaple blood
blahblahblahblah whine
drinkdrinkdrinkdrink dark spooky roses
the worlds a cold dark horrible place and im gonna die
it all sucks.
Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2005 6:57 pm
by Bone
Okay Folks,
I have compiled the poem for tonights Sanctus Bad Goth Poetry reading!
I will post it tomorrow after I read it, so as not to spoil the Reading, for those who will be at Sanctus tonight.
Hope to see you all tonight
Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2005 7:48 pm
by Jack
junkie christ wrote:BearDragonLady wrote:is there such a thing as good goth poetry???
no.
none.
zero
Dude, come on. What about Baudelair?
First. Goth. Ever.
http://www.poetry-archive.com/b/baudelaire_charles.html
Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2005 2:41 pm
by Bone
here is the final "Stereotypical Goth Poem" as I read it last night at Sanctus
"The dark darkness of my dark soul made of dark night falls with shadows of darkness"
-from the KG community
the black soul calls me
further into my darkness
i fall and follow
If blood is light
and sun is gloom
then picture life
as perpetual doom
My heart is beating red daggers
I dare not breathe the pain
On my chest is a beating stone
Covered in a crimson stain.
The sanguine stain
of my shattered soul
screams into the Nyght
Of eyes that mirror
the pain of worlds beyond measure
love bled from my heart
centuries ago
leaving the night
as my only friend,
all alone
Roses are black, hearts do bleed
dying and dead, and an evil deed
rotting here, rotting there
bones of a skeleton, bones are bare
crushed velvet desire
and black lace memories
i cross your path
like a sulking black cat
So I strive on in this world
Wishing for and silently debating
Still not knowing what I want
Only knowing that I am not.
My dark heart lies bleeding
bereft of love, of light
I am forever...alone
gloom
doom
boom
red balloon.
"i feel so bad.
i'm really, really sad.
*Staple, Staple, Staple*
*sniff.*
i feel better now. props to the bats in row 28!"
With thanks to:
junkie christ
iblis
The Fallen
moonstone84
Serenity
sapphirerose
badkiity
B_Ko
Celestial Dung
