Stereotypical Sanctus Goth Poetry

BearDragonLady · Post by **BearDragonLady** » Sat Nov 19, 2005 8:50 am

is there such a thing as good goth poetry???

moonstone84 · Post by **moonstone84** » Sat Nov 19, 2005 6:23 pm

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. ;-)

The Fallen · Post by **The Fallen** » Sat Nov 19, 2005 7:07 pm

sticks and stones
blood and bones
a hex will ail
what cures you

iblis · Post by **iblis** » Sat Nov 19, 2005 7:35 pm

iblis · Post by **iblis** » Sat Nov 19, 2005 7:40 pm

yes, i'm pulling these from archives that should've been left archived. :mrgreen:

junkie christ · Post by **junkie christ** » Sat Nov 19, 2005 7:41 pm

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.

Post by **Bone** » Sun Nov 20, 2005 6:57 pm

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.

:twisted:

Hope to see you all tonight

Jack · Post by **Jack** » Sun Nov 20, 2005 7:48 pm

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

Post by **Bone** » Mon Nov 21, 2005 2:41 pm

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

Stereotypical Sanctus Goth Poetry

haiku - gadzuuhntiyt