shinobiryu

Politically Correct Goth Poems:


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death deserved
My wife is the most beautiful woman in the world.


what have you taken away?
a shadow of pain as memories twist.
once we tasted bliss,
untainted and hand in hand,
but your love drifted away.
a clouded vision of bitterness -
tears follow...
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Reworked the poems to a more "Romantic" style:


My Brethren, death deserved

what hast thou taken away?
a shadow of pain as memories twist.
once we tasted bliss,
untainted & hand in hand,
but thine Love drifted away.
a clouded vision of bitterness -
teareth follow pain, follow agony,
Love burnt to ashes.
in a haze of sorrow,
i still Love thee.

Around, all around,...
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death deserved


what have you taken away?
a shadow of pain as memories twist.
once we tasted bliss,
untainted and hand in hand,
but your love drifted away.
a clouded vision of bitterness -
tears follow pain, follow agony,
love burnt to ashes.
in a haze of sorrow,
i still love you.

Around, all around, the angels gather.
My dread grows as the angry hand of Heaven falls against my naked soul.
It crushes me, and darkly my
life's blood drips
to the barren land.
In agony I cry out
while the Reaper takes my hand.
Now alone, my cry of mercy are finally heard.

This is my salvation

eternal


It is a night of darkness, a song of dark desire,
wolves vent their loneliness. The dark one
stirs.

Evil shrouds her deathly form,
a timeless life.

Her silken hair cascades over
fragile milk-white shoulders, and her
full scarlet lips part slightly, to taste the
life streaming from the
pale flesh beneath
her.

Now a night of new awareness,
I smile vaguely.

Alone in Darkness


the night falls with a silent sigh, cold and alone are we.
the light for which you lust
flares once, then dies,
swept away by the all-encompassing dark.
all hope must surely perish.

your heart desires no more.
how could you fail to believe?
shadows surround us, crying,
sanctuary.

A God that is Yours


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

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

Realization dawning on an angel's face.

I raise my head, now crying out for
this oblivious...
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Found some great humor out there:
http://www.darkwave.org.uk/~bob/normals.html
http://www.darkwave.org.uk/~bob/prob.html

Luke Mitchell, satanist killer, got his comeuppence today. Good riddence. Giving us goths a bad name. May he burn long and well!

Ok. It's official: I'm a Vampire. The doc told me today. So I need to stay out of the sunlight and stuff.
This is not going to make any big difference in my life since I've never been a sun worshipper anyway, but now I have a good reason, and something to answer the normos when they bug me about it.

Life isn't just a game, it's also a dance on roses.

You should listen to your heart, not the voices in your head.
- Marge Simpson