I am a Goth Poet

GasX

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the night falls as if slain by the sun, stricken are we.
the salvation for which you pine
flares once, then dies,
swept away by a velvet ebon nothingness.
all hope must not endure.

your soul thrives no more.
how could you fail to believe?
lost souls surround us, crying,
we are fallen.

Make Your Own!
 

ggnl

Diamond Member
Jul 2, 2004
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Originally posted by: Mwilding

Make Your Own!



It's like mad-libs for angsty teenages :) Here's mine:

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Slender beams of moonlight enter
this darkened prison as I kneel,
always in pain, always supplicating,
frozen here,
waiting.

Haloed forms wrought in panes of glass loom as
dust dances in the air,
forming an image in my mind,
rending my darkened soul.

Realization dawning on an angel's face.

I raise my head, now railing against
this callous mortality.
 

kranky

Elite Member
Oct 9, 1999
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This would be a fun thread if we wrote our own without using the Goth-o-matic. Surely the collection of angst that exists here doesn't need a program to churn out some bleak thoughts. Poseurs, represent!


She shops at the mall
Playing Barbie like her friends
Buying trendy logo clothes
I know that phase will quickly end.

Her smile will dissolve and she will turn dark
When I show her the place
Where everything's stark

Can you see me here?
I peek around the corner of the Au Bon Pain
See you and Jen and Tiff in line
I know it's me you can't stand.

You will turn dark and your smile will dissolve
When you give me a try
And I help you evolve.

The void of my being
Is growing each day
As you pile on your insults:
"How'd your skin get that gray?"

You will feel pain with no hope of consoling
I've told you before
My IM's are not trolling!