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16 Mar 2003, 15:49
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fascinated by bridges!
Join Date: Jul 2000
Location: Norwegiensis
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The Dark Gothic Poetry Thread
Here you write the Dark Gothic Poem you've been hiding under your pillow, afraid that you'd be shunned by friends and family should anyone discover what kind of creature you are.
Anyway, here's mine: It's called:
A Dark Night
In the Darkness -
I saw you.
You were not
Unlike
My Dark Dreams of Night.
Black Tears etch themselves
Into my skin, and my eyes
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My Black Eyes
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Turn Grey.
Take me Away,
Dark Emotions.
I suffocate where
I see children play -
For they are happy;
It should all be Dark.
THANK YOU
Matrim
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Holy smoke.
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16 Mar 2003, 15:52
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Banned
Join Date: Jan 2003
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Life sucks.
I wear black.
I look dead.
I 'd kill myself,
But then people
Would rejoice.
And joy sucks.
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16 Mar 2003, 15:57
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Prince of Amber
Join Date: Aug 2001
Location: Heidelberg, Germany
Posts: 1,313
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At Rivendell they gathered,
Their galloping horses lathered.
To Elrond's house they came,
Elf, dwarf, wizard and
What? This is not Goth...
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"We sleep safe at night in our beds because rough men stand ready to visit violence upon those who wish to do us harm." -- George Orwell.
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16 Mar 2003, 16:00
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Banned
Join Date: Jan 2003
Posts: 554
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Ravens and tombstones!
My only friends
Besides
All my black make-up.
I stare into
Nothingness
And see fishnet stockings with holes in them.
God is despair.
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16 Mar 2003, 16:05
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Moody
Join Date: Jun 2001
Location: Ithaka
Posts: 118
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Re: The Dark Gothic Poetry Thread
The bunny rabbit smilie should be brought back for this thread.
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Datta. Dayadhvam. Damyata.
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16 Mar 2003, 16:08
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fascinated by bridges!
Join Date: Jul 2000
Location: Norwegiensis
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This is another masterpiece:
When I Walk into Darkness
Great misanthropic Lord
Your melancholy gaze
Is Giving me dark shivers.
If I could make my friends -
Who are not my friends -
If I could make them understand
That my Image
Is not just a crappy
Teenage angst-attack
But something more:
An underlying Darkness
A feeling of everlasting Night:
I am so sad.
You don't understand me.
My feelings are dark,
And when I speak of them,
Mountains of sorrow rattle.
In a lake of blood,
I bathe in flames.
I don't care about you.
When you are glad,
I am sad.
Don't you understand:
My pain
Is in your hand!
Let go of me.
I am alone.
In Darkness.
Matrim
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Holy smoke.
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16 Mar 2003, 18:35
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The Twilight of the Gods
Join Date: Jan 2001
Posts: 23,481
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If you're happy and you know it,
Clap your hands
(Clap hands twice)
If you're happy and you know it,
Clap your hands
(Clap hands twice)
If you're happy and you know it,
Then your face will surely show it
If you're happy and you know it,
Clap your hands.
(Clap hands twice)
If you're happy and you know it,
Stomp your feet
(Stomp feet twice)
If you're happy and you know it,
Stomp your feet
(Stomp feet twice)
If you're happy and you know it,
Then your face will surely show it
If you're happy and you know it,
Stomp your feet.
(Stomp feet twice)
If you're happy and you know it,
Shout "Hurray!"
(Shout "Hurray!")
If you're happy and you know it,
Shout "Hurray!"
(Shout "Hurray!")
If you're happy and you know it,
Then your face will surely show it
If you're happy and you know it,
Shout "Hurray!"
(Shout "Hurray!")
If you're happy and you know it,
Do all three
(Clap hands twice, stomp feet twice,
then shout "Hurray!")
If you're happy and you know it,
Do all three
(Clap hands twice, stomp feet twice,
then shout "Hurray!")
If you're happy and you know it,
Then your face will surely show it
If you're happy and you know it,
Do all three.
(Clap hands twice, stomp feet twice,
then shout "Hurray!")
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16 Mar 2003, 19:25
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Angry Young Man
Join Date: Jul 2002
Location: Mister Cacciatore's down on Sullivan Street
Posts: 7,518
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need to find the "I LIEK SPAM" poem
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Believe in me, cause i don't believe in anything
And i wanna be someone, to believe, to believe in
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16 Mar 2003, 23:06
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Attitude
Join Date: Jan 2003
Location: Rich Part of Denmark
Posts: 435
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Rain filled clouds cry high-above.
The tunes of sad songs from my electronic phone,
whispers darkly in my ear - Rush to the stars.
Pavement surfing, tears lurkin around the corners of my eyes,
You're unique, just like [everybody] else.
Waves of busy men and women running forwards towards empty expectation,
So many different personlities with so different experiences,
so little time - we mean nothing in the end.
When we've killed the world, and thus ourselves.
Goodbye mr. Frankenstien.
My thoughts supossedly re-captured in a bad angle.
We scream to avoid [suffering] in silence
Death - The only possible soulution of the human race.
I am nothing, she hates me, he hates me, I loathe myself.
The liquid which in my sorrow swims shatters my sight,
bottles break, bones break, acting human won't save you.
Why do we care about the past, when we should care about the future.
"Sleep" my body screams, the process of resurection. Access denied.
Fingering, sucking, ****ing through the darkness.
Perfect world, paradise I wonder here you're hiding.
Adam and Eve; famous fiction charcters without a background.
If Criminals steal your money, steal it back.
Stupidity is the greatest sin.
Save me from myself before I wonder off and die,
then again, why ? Saving me will but make my suffering longer.
Die you bitch, a bullet to the head will paint the walls with red.
I am the prototype of the century.
Sanity / Insanity - Which one is best for you on the long ?
A corpse is but shell of a fake individual. All long gone.
I don't wanna wake up from myself.
No stars to night.
Steel pierces my skin while I search for a pain that I can relate to.
Wish these thoughts was in another head, but no
[Locked in mine]
Hatred has eaten me from within, love from without. Whores.
The throat of a rose is slit because of its beauty and fragrance.
Sick World I ask of you; wheres the exit ?
For a better place there surely must be.
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