EMO OR GOTHIC POETRY
ConsequentialChaos
Forum Posts: 29
Thought Provoker
2
Joined 7th Oct 2022Forum Posts: 29
Voiceless, Faceless, Lifeless
Silent steps, no one notices
Echoes in a crowded place
Voiceless, I blend in with the faces
A ghost among the living, unnoticed
In the throngs, I am invisible
A stranger in my own skin
No one sees me,
no one is able to hear my thoughts,
my cries within
The weight of loneliness, a constant load
Days tie together, a monotonous blend
I am invisible, unheard, alone
Trapped in my own personal end
I scream for help, for someone to see
But the world keeps turning, indifferent
The ghost inside me, slowly fading
Out of sight
Echoes in a crowded place
Voiceless, I blend in with the faces
A ghost among the living, unnoticed
In the throngs, I am invisible
A stranger in my own skin
No one sees me,
no one is able to hear my thoughts,
my cries within
The weight of loneliness, a constant load
Days tie together, a monotonous blend
I am invisible, unheard, alone
Trapped in my own personal end
I scream for help, for someone to see
But the world keeps turning, indifferent
The ghost inside me, slowly fading
Out of sight
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ConsequentialChaos
Forum Posts: 29
Thought Provoker
2
Joined 7th Oct 2022Forum Posts: 29
ConsequentialChaos
Forum Posts: 29
Thought Provoker
2
Joined 7th Oct 2022Forum Posts: 29
The Ghostly Craven
Once upon a midnight dreary,
I felt a presence, cold and eerie,
Watching from every corner, leery,
In the dark, where nothing's cheery
Silent shadows, creeping, crawling,
Whispering secrets, dark and appalling,
Stalking me, my fear enthralling,
Their dark embrace, forever calling
Every creak, every groan,
Makes me shiver to the bone,
Feeling lost and all alone,
In this haunted house I call my home
I try to flee, to no avail,
Their gaze follows, without fail,
Their laughter, like a mournful wail,
Echoes through my mind, an endless trail
Now, every night, I close my eyes,
And dread the moment, when I'll rise,
To face those lurking in the guise,
Of nightmares, in a thousand lies
The darkness comes, and with it, fear,
As I feel their presence, drawing near,
Watching me, with eyes austere,
And I know, that they'll always be here
I felt a presence, cold and eerie,
Watching from every corner, leery,
In the dark, where nothing's cheery
Silent shadows, creeping, crawling,
Whispering secrets, dark and appalling,
Stalking me, my fear enthralling,
Their dark embrace, forever calling
Every creak, every groan,
Makes me shiver to the bone,
Feeling lost and all alone,
In this haunted house I call my home
I try to flee, to no avail,
Their gaze follows, without fail,
Their laughter, like a mournful wail,
Echoes through my mind, an endless trail
Now, every night, I close my eyes,
And dread the moment, when I'll rise,
To face those lurking in the guise,
Of nightmares, in a thousand lies
The darkness comes, and with it, fear,
As I feel their presence, drawing near,
Watching me, with eyes austere,
And I know, that they'll always be here
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dimpy
dimpsmoon
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dimpsmoon
Dangerous Mind
6
Joined 9th Mar 2023 Forum Posts: 137
Longing for you !
HEY there!!
The darkness doesn't scare me
but everyday it comes
and brings me a hope
the moon and the stars are
bear witness to my wild feelings
every day it gives light breeze
to my weary mind
But do you know?
I am incomplete without you
literally I yearn without you
I need you and
I want your warmth
I have so many fantasies
about you
I want to love you
let me love you
I want to feel you
not to your shadow
I have a great desire
to merge only in you.
I want to measure
your heart rate
I want to lick your sweat
I want my boobs
to excite you and
I want that you find
heaven between my blonde thighs
I want every décor of the room
to hear our erotic love scream
but today....
the moon hid in secret
the stars are broken
but your glimpse
remained imprinted
in the image of my eyes
in the depths of the moon
in the height of the stars
what kind of silence is this
in the mirror of the heart
clarinet is ringing
echoing noises
without any reason
can't sleep can't hear
should have thought
but restless longing
even the moon didn't
break on my bed
and the stars remained unbroken
but only broken...only broken
but only my HEART is broken.
The darkness doesn't scare me
but everyday it comes
and brings me a hope
the moon and the stars are
bear witness to my wild feelings
every day it gives light breeze
to my weary mind
But do you know?
I am incomplete without you
literally I yearn without you
I need you and
I want your warmth
I have so many fantasies
about you
I want to love you
let me love you
I want to feel you
not to your shadow
I have a great desire
to merge only in you.
I want to measure
your heart rate
I want to lick your sweat
I want my boobs
to excite you and
I want that you find
heaven between my blonde thighs
I want every décor of the room
to hear our erotic love scream
but today....
the moon hid in secret
the stars are broken
but your glimpse
remained imprinted
in the image of my eyes
in the depths of the moon
in the height of the stars
what kind of silence is this
in the mirror of the heart
clarinet is ringing
echoing noises
without any reason
can't sleep can't hear
should have thought
but restless longing
even the moon didn't
break on my bed
and the stars remained unbroken
but only broken...only broken
but only my HEART is broken.
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(dimpsmoon)
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magichearts
Joined 3rd Apr 2016
Forum Posts: 28
Twisted Dreamer
Forum Posts: 28
LOST LOVE
an earnest plea, the quotations of my soul,
it never led me to that beautiful doll,,
i didnt know the magic, i didnt know the art,
to ask that angel to live beside my heart,,
with every failure, with every fall,
she moved further and i lag behind all,,
slowly slowly as the blue moon waned,
i saw her fading in the monsoon rain,,
and a day came when she was no more,
the tears from my eyes were pouring forth,,
but to my surprise then happened the sunrise,
i wished her good luck in a singing voice,,
u see, here the love paths are entangled,
some find it near some find it distant,,
but love shines, it shows its existence,
when u come to live without ur love's presence..
it never led me to that beautiful doll,,
i didnt know the magic, i didnt know the art,
to ask that angel to live beside my heart,,
with every failure, with every fall,
she moved further and i lag behind all,,
slowly slowly as the blue moon waned,
i saw her fading in the monsoon rain,,
and a day came when she was no more,
the tears from my eyes were pouring forth,,
but to my surprise then happened the sunrise,
i wished her good luck in a singing voice,,
u see, here the love paths are entangled,
some find it near some find it distant,,
but love shines, it shows its existence,
when u come to live without ur love's presence..
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Bluevelvete
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Tyrant of Words
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Joined 21st July 2020Forum Posts: 2349
Grace
IDryad
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IDryad
Tyrant of Words
126
Joined 25th Aug 2011Forum Posts: 16963
Yesterday's dying Light
yesterday's dying light
a lonely meander
in misty memories
raucous laughter
of people with their barking dogs
excited woofs
at passing angered felines
that hisses and yowls
a sight worth sighing for
again
wishing to return to days
without the screaming silence
longing again for bubbling brooks
the call and buzzes of cicadas
the tolls and clanging of bells
in the distant church
now mere existing in twilight memory
in yesterday's fading light
the rain rattled on zinc roof
the grating rattling
sounds of tree branches
rubbing together
accompanied my thoughts
how I wished I could hear
the sound of your laughter
again
--(Not an Entry)
a lonely meander
in misty memories
raucous laughter
of people with their barking dogs
excited woofs
at passing angered felines
that hisses and yowls
a sight worth sighing for
again
wishing to return to days
without the screaming silence
longing again for bubbling brooks
the call and buzzes of cicadas
the tolls and clanging of bells
in the distant church
now mere existing in twilight memory
in yesterday's fading light
the rain rattled on zinc roof
the grating rattling
sounds of tree branches
rubbing together
accompanied my thoughts
how I wished I could hear
the sound of your laughter
again
--(Not an Entry)
Written by Grace
(IDryad)
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Grace
IDryad
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IDryad
Tyrant of Words
126
Joined 25th Aug 2011Forum Posts: 16963
A Suicide's moment of Clarity
The darkest hour before the dawn
when spectres, ghosts, spirits and ghouls
walk the grey thin line, moaning
Eyes can see from deepest self
within the sense the third eye
perceive all things, light or darkness
Eyes gazing longingly, lights up high
Hoping for escape from such agony
tortured mind heart body and soul
Drink to invigorate, enjoy the taste
Savour each sip, like butterfly kisses
Love the warmth, like lover's embrace.
when spectres, ghosts, spirits and ghouls
walk the grey thin line, moaning
Eyes can see from deepest self
within the sense the third eye
perceive all things, light or darkness
Eyes gazing longingly, lights up high
Hoping for escape from such agony
tortured mind heart body and soul
Drink to invigorate, enjoy the taste
Savour each sip, like butterfly kisses
Love the warmth, like lover's embrace.
Written by Grace
(IDryad)
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Daevileyes
Forum Posts: 17
Lost Thinker
2
Joined 21st Jan 2017Forum Posts: 17
dear love,
what if I see you no more
my dried up tears preparing for a futile war
with your face blurred into the background
a faint echo of what meant to be safe and sound
yet here I am for you
pixel perfect skin
no blemishes
from within
eden of all wishes
what if I hear you no more
your empty promises I used to abhor
your words a whirlpool of nonsense
distant murmur of the past
yet here I am for you
an other empty vessel of pleasure
drained
of hope
of dreams
of life
your treasure
what if I feel you no more
I'm but a pile of dead receptors washed ashore
a temple for your abominable lust
nourishing a well concealed disgust
yet I'm here for you
answering your call
wet and ready to screw
I'm gonna take it all
what if I am no more
but a puppet you adore
bearing gifts galore
forever your whore
my dried up tears preparing for a futile war
with your face blurred into the background
a faint echo of what meant to be safe and sound
yet here I am for you
pixel perfect skin
no blemishes
from within
eden of all wishes
what if I hear you no more
your empty promises I used to abhor
your words a whirlpool of nonsense
distant murmur of the past
yet here I am for you
an other empty vessel of pleasure
drained
of hope
of dreams
of life
your treasure
what if I feel you no more
I'm but a pile of dead receptors washed ashore
a temple for your abominable lust
nourishing a well concealed disgust
yet I'm here for you
answering your call
wet and ready to screw
I'm gonna take it all
what if I am no more
but a puppet you adore
bearing gifts galore
forever your whore
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Bluevelvete
Forum Posts: 2349
Tyrant of Words
74
Joined 21st July 2020Forum Posts: 2349
The dark art of a sometimes girlygirl, submissive, expunk-goth and almost poet with a penchant for self hatred...
...(and other stories)
It's taken years
[hard fought and battle torn]
from first memories— to this very exhale
with pen in hand
to find even small-ish comfort
inside a skin
that should have always been
my safe home of harbored self security,
an abundant wellspring flowing healthy current
"Oh to dream dreams as that once, little girl"
Honest as these thoughts are
and as I will the words to be,
sort of scouring clean
my humanity
en prose,
it's not the whole truth of it
when haunted cringes
worthy of the finest self-hatred
still randomly
plague and poke
their particular echoed torment
piercing hard
rebreaking brittle bones
I crack open way too easily, even now
shame and embarrassment spilling forth
finding a way
to bubble to the surface
through red angry scars,
that even thousands of written words
never seem to fully heal
Leaks of boiling blood and marrow
are an end result
of 'a mother's love'
distorted by time-space,
childhood fractures and
my own voice's silencing
Arbitrarily disoriented
lost and losing myself
hearing faint sounds
recognizing rot
memories of name calling
slaps in the face,
thighs,
belly
or any jiggly bit,
was purposely tattooing reminders
Instant flashes — heartbeats beating old rhythm
I watch as my inherited black blood
slowly escapes each tiny fissure
of tainted acid ache,
burning a sad trail of total disappointment
infused by inferior-ugly
Oozing obsidian outrage
breathing in pants
like the rage dearly loves
while it breeds,
growing
taking control
"I feel my chemical composition rapidly altering"
At least I tell myself
I have that super power—
skills learned in captivity, I muse,
creating and recreating,
forcing by will
scabs to form and bones to mend
Etching hope into willed reality
with each gloss,
shade
and contour—
colors dawn from blackest night
born bursting the daylight
A spectrum opening
the vastness of possibility
and the proof to makeover a dark identity
into a full array of beauty
which always laid beneath
It's taken years
[hard fought and battle torn]
from first memories— to this very exhale
with pen in hand
to find even small-ish comfort
inside a skin
that should have always been
my safe home of harbored self security,
an abundant wellspring flowing healthy current
"Oh to dream dreams as that once, little girl"
Honest as these thoughts are
and as I will the words to be,
sort of scouring clean
my humanity
en prose,
it's not the whole truth of it
when haunted cringes
worthy of the finest self-hatred
still randomly
plague and poke
their particular echoed torment
piercing hard
rebreaking brittle bones
I crack open way too easily, even now
shame and embarrassment spilling forth
finding a way
to bubble to the surface
through red angry scars,
that even thousands of written words
never seem to fully heal
Leaks of boiling blood and marrow
are an end result
of 'a mother's love'
distorted by time-space,
childhood fractures and
my own voice's silencing
Arbitrarily disoriented
lost and losing myself
hearing faint sounds
recognizing rot
memories of name calling
slaps in the face,
thighs,
belly
or any jiggly bit,
was purposely tattooing reminders
Instant flashes — heartbeats beating old rhythm
I watch as my inherited black blood
slowly escapes each tiny fissure
of tainted acid ache,
burning a sad trail of total disappointment
infused by inferior-ugly
Oozing obsidian outrage
breathing in pants
like the rage dearly loves
while it breeds,
growing
taking control
"I feel my chemical composition rapidly altering"
At least I tell myself
I have that super power—
skills learned in captivity, I muse,
creating and recreating,
forcing by will
scabs to form and bones to mend
Etching hope into willed reality
with each gloss,
shade
and contour—
colors dawn from blackest night
born bursting the daylight
A spectrum opening
the vastness of possibility
and the proof to makeover a dark identity
into a full array of beauty
which always laid beneath
Written by Bluevelvete
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wallyroo92
Forum Posts: 1858
Tyrant of Words
153
Joined 11th July 2012Forum Posts: 1858
Dark Dreams
She breaks his heart,
For each night they spend apart,
Feeling the weight of loss and despair,
Sobbing in the pages,
That now seem lost in ages,
The lovely dream seems like a nightmare.
Now he writes in vain,
Sitting and writhing in pain,
Thinking his letters somehow will get to her,
But the ache is so deep,
As each night he loses sleep,
The sight of his beloved is becoming a blur.
He takes all the blame,
As the ink bleeds her name,
Pouring all his emotion on every leaf,
With each tear he drops,
He sighs and briefly stops,
Trying to breathe unable to find relief.
He cries out for mercy,
Feeling drawn and unworthy,
Of the love he has but cannot get back,
So he sits there sleepless,
In total and utter bleakness,
Wide awake as the night goes pitch black.
His poor tortured soul
Has been left out in the cold,
Creeping in the gloom with stark screams,
But he does not care,
As long as her spirit is there,
Weeping in the room of his dark dreams.
For each night they spend apart,
Feeling the weight of loss and despair,
Sobbing in the pages,
That now seem lost in ages,
The lovely dream seems like a nightmare.
Now he writes in vain,
Sitting and writhing in pain,
Thinking his letters somehow will get to her,
But the ache is so deep,
As each night he loses sleep,
The sight of his beloved is becoming a blur.
He takes all the blame,
As the ink bleeds her name,
Pouring all his emotion on every leaf,
With each tear he drops,
He sighs and briefly stops,
Trying to breathe unable to find relief.
He cries out for mercy,
Feeling drawn and unworthy,
Of the love he has but cannot get back,
So he sits there sleepless,
In total and utter bleakness,
Wide awake as the night goes pitch black.
His poor tortured soul
Has been left out in the cold,
Creeping in the gloom with stark screams,
But he does not care,
As long as her spirit is there,
Weeping in the room of his dark dreams.
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Bluevelvete
Forum Posts: 2349
Tyrant of Words
74
Joined 21st July 2020Forum Posts: 2349
lost in the loudness of solitude
It mystifies
marking indelibly
scarring
a stoney heart, stonier
left beating
forgotten beats
loud—
is the echo of silence
tears roll of quietude
where once,
a smile did shine
so loudly.
Written by Bluevelvete
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Girthquake
Forum Posts: 63
Twisted Dreamer
1
Joined 12th Oct 2020Forum Posts: 63
Mable: A Coy Dutchess
Two buns and some meat
A burger or some anal
Two drums of some skeet
The synagogue or the cradle
I have chosen the crib
The results could be fatal
This baby needs a bib
Some cream cheese for its bagel
It wants to reason with me
It’s age makes it unable
I’d ignore it if it could
Some would call me unstable
We sit at opposite ends
Of the mahogany table
I think “slip the tip in”
I want my hog in ye, Mable
But before I throatpie the infant
I gift my sack with a staple
My cock oozes sweet syrup
I’m not talkin’ bout maple
A burger or some anal
Two drums of some skeet
The synagogue or the cradle
I have chosen the crib
The results could be fatal
This baby needs a bib
Some cream cheese for its bagel
It wants to reason with me
It’s age makes it unable
I’d ignore it if it could
Some would call me unstable
We sit at opposite ends
Of the mahogany table
I think “slip the tip in”
I want my hog in ye, Mable
But before I throatpie the infant
I gift my sack with a staple
My cock oozes sweet syrup
I’m not talkin’ bout maple
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LoverofPeace
Luba1985
Joined 6th Apr 2023
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Luba1985
Strange Creature
Forum Posts: 2
"Thrice Scorned and Scarred"
The love of my life?
Who could that be?
Is it the same woman who scorned me so?
Thus creating such a blow to my ever tormented soul.
Per chance to touch or kiss those lips and place my hands upon those hips is to open my thrice scarred over heart to the possibility of another blow to my ever tortured soul.
It cries out for mercy as my mind and body betray it once more?
The love of my life?
Who could that be?
Is it the same woman who scorned me so?
Thus creating such a blow to my ever tormented soul.
Per chance to touch or kiss those lips and place my hands upon those hips is to open my thrice scarred over heart to the possibility of another blow to my ever tortured soul.
It cries out for mercy as my mind and body betray it once more?
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