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EMO OR GOTHIC POETRY

NANCY_RDZ_STORIES
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Poetry Contest

Write a dark, romantic, sad, love,, lonely, death or all type poetry either emo or goth or talk about what makes an emo or goth. Be unique detail and creative. Think and dive deep into the mind of an emo or goth person. Release emotions here.

This is a good opportunity for those going through something or a hard relationship, near or far. Maybe rejection or outcasted or judged wrong. Isolated and no one understands. This is good time to share and vent out all poison stuck in you.

HERE ARE SOME MY BEST EMO OR GOTHIC TYPE POEMS IVE WRITTEN AND HOPE THIS HELPS TO GIVE IDEAS OF WHAT TO WRITE ABOUT. JUST INK IT DOWN.

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 DEAD ROSE

I ᥲຕ tᖾᥱ ᑲᥱᥲᥙtყ ɩᥒ tᖾᥱ ᑯᥲɾƙ
  
ᙁᥱʋᥱɾ ᥴᥲᥒ ⳽ᥱᥱ ყoᥙɾ ᑯᥲყ
 
ᗣ ɾo⳽ᥱ ωɩtᖾoᥙt ᥲ ᖾᥱᥲɾt
 
ᖴᥱᥱᑯɩᥒɠ ຕᥱ ᑲꙆᥲᥴƙ ωᥲtᥱɾ ᥱʋᥱɾყᑯᥲყ
 
 
Ƴoᥙ ᥴᥲɾᥱ⳽⳽ ຕყ ρᥱtᥲl⳽ ωɩtᖾ ᑯɾყ loʋᥱ
 
ᙎᖾo ᑯo ყoᥙ tɾᥙlყ ᑯᥱ⳽ɩɾᥱ?
 
ᕼᥱ loʋᥱ⳽ ຕᥱ, ᖾᥱ ɾᥱᥲllყ loʋᥱ⳽ ຕᥱ ᥒot
 
ᙃᥱ⳽tɾoყ ຕᥱ ɩᥒto tᖾᥱ ɩɾᥱ
 
 
***************
 
ᙅᥲᥙ⳽ᥱ I'ຕ ᥲ ᑯᥱᥲᑯ ɾo⳽ᥱ
 
 
Ʈᖾᥱ oᥒᥱ ყoᥙ ᥴᖾo⳽ᥱ
 
ᥲᥒᑯ lᥱt ຕᥱ to ᑯɩᥱ ᥲloᥒᥱ
 
 
I'ຕ ᥲ ᑯᥱᥲᑯ ɾo⳽ᥱ
 
 
Ƴoᥙ ᥒᥱʋᥱɾ ɠᥲʋᥱ tɩຕᥱ oɾ
 
Ƴoᥙ'ɾᥱ ᥲ ᑯᥲຕᥒ ᑲoɾᥱ
 
ᙁo ᥲttᥱᥒtɩoᥒ ɩᥒ tᖾɩ⳽ ᥱຕρtყ tᖾɾoᥒᥱ
 
 
ᙅᥲᥙ⳽ᥱ I'ຕ ყoᥙɾ ᑯᥱᥲᑯ ɾo⳽ᥱ
 
 
ᙃᥱᥲᑯ ᖇo⳽ᥱ ᙃᥱᥲᑯ ᖇo⳽ᥱ ᙃᥱᥲᑯ ᖇo⳽ᥱᥱᥱᥱᥱ....

************
 
 
ᙎᖾᥱɾᥱ'⳽ ຕყ ⳽oɩl?
 
Ʈᖾᥲt I ᥒᥱᥱᑯ ɾoຕ ყoᥙ
 
ᙎᖾᥱɾᥱ'⳽ ყoᥙɾ loყᥲl?
 
I'ຕ ωɩltɩᥒɠ ᥴᥲᥙ⳽ᥱ o ყoᥙɾ ɾᥙ⳽ᥱ
 
 
ᙃᥱᥲᑯ ᖇo⳽ᥱ ᙃᥱᥲᑯ ᖇo⳽ᥱ ᙃᥱᥲᑯ ᖇo⳽ᥱᥱᥱᥱᥱ....

 
Ƴoᥙ ᥴᥲɾᥱ⳽⳽ ຕყ ρᥱtᥲl⳽ ωɩtᖾ ᑯɾყ loʋᥱ
 
ᙎᖾo ᑯo ყoᥙ tɾᥙlყ ᑯᥱ⳽ɩɾᥱ?
 
ᕼᥱ loʋᥱ⳽ ຕᥱ, ᖾᥱ ɾᥱᥲllყ loʋᥱ⳽ ຕᥱ ᥒot
 
ᙃᥱ⳽tɾoყ ຕᥱ ɩᥒto tᖾᥱ ɩɾᥱ
 
 
*************
 
 
ᙅᥲᥙ⳽ᥱ ɩຕ ᥲ ᑯᥱᥲᑯ ɾo⳽ᥱ
 
 
Ʈᖾᥱ oᥒᥱ ყoᥙ ᥴᖾo⳽ᥱ
 
ᥲᥒᑯ lᥱt ຕᥱ to ᑯɩᥱ ᥲloᥒᥱ
 
 
I'ຕ ᥲ ᑯᥱᥲᑯ ɾo⳽ᥱ
 
 
Ƴoᥙ ᥒᥱʋᥱɾ ɠᥲʋᥱ tɩຕᥱ oɾ
 
Ƴoᥙ'ɾᥱ ᥲ ᑯᥲຕᥒ ᑲoɾᥱ
 
ᙁo ᥲttᥱᥒtɩoᥒ ɩᥒ tᖾɩ⳽ ᥱຕρtყ tᖾɾoᥒᥱ
 
 
ᙅᥲᥙ⳽ᥱ I'ຕ ყoᥙɾ ᑯᥱᥲᑯ ɾo⳽ᥱ
 
 
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MORBID DARKNESS

MORBID DARKNESS
WRITTEN BY NANCY RDZ LL
1-16-21

 
 
 
Morbid darkness to its true evil state of aggression.  
The credible state of expression
A lost soul within a black cat
That always looks back
Cause it never shirks where it started at
It'll haunt and taunt what it wants to harm

 
 
But...
 
 
 
Don't be surprised,

 
If you wake with deep scratches on your arm
"Remember," not to feel alarmed....
 
hahaha...
 
No where could you ever hide
But runnnnn.....
runnnnn......

 
RUNNNNNN....
 
 
 
Follow the moon till dawn
Cause no matter where you go,
Fast or slow...
Your fiend will soon find
A precious heart so it will come....
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OBSCURE ROSE

Precious petals, rare thorns
 
'Prohibited to Touch'
 
Ignoring such matters to get dramatic burns
 
Love that's shown that intrigues so much
 
Affection that is there when it hurts....
 

One's heart is a rose
 
A rose that opens red
 
Receiving what all life has to propose
 
'Frailty in Unity of it Soon Dead'
 
The new beginning of a prose
 

The prologue it creates in each stem
 
that is impossible to ignore
 
'Meraki Black Gem'

To define what's hidden in it's core
 
Smiling vines genuine
 

Cannot deny its dark essence
 
'The Black Butterfly'

Admiring her elegance
 
She is uniquely shy
 
But don't be deceived she is also dangerous
 

Water drops that look like diamonds
 
'Twinkles and Signals'
 
Life's mad laments
 
Many shattered many happy many individuals
 
Witnessing all that happens
 

'Her Midnight Dress'
 
That blooms at right full moon
 
Ready to impress and express
 
For that soul to take her doom
 
Relating and forgetting the rest
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MORNING SUN VAMPIRE PRAYER

MORNING SUN,    
 
I HAVE A CUTE VAMPIRE DATE  
AND I CAN'T WAIT, I CAN'T BE LATE...  
STARS THAT SHINE....MY GOTHIC CAPE...
 

MORNING SUN,  

BLACK ROSES....THAT DARKENS POSIES
IS HIS TRUE HEART  
PRECIOUS SUN.... DON'T BREAK US APART....  
 
NO NO...  

MORNING SUN,  

HE IS A GOOD VAMPIRE  
HE ONLY BITES, IF THEIR EVIL BLOOD DESPISE....  
IN HIS EYES...THEY TAKE ME HIGHER...
 

❣❣❣❣❣❣❣❣❣❣❣❣❣❣❣❣❣❣❣❣❣  

PLEASE BE MERCIFUL WITH HIS SKIN
PLEASE DON'T BURN HIM
AS I WATCH YOU START TO RISE IN...  
LET A NEW LOVE ERA BEGIN...
 

CAUSE...
 

HE IS HONEST, AND NOT A LIAR.  
DON'T BE CRUEL WITH YOUR FIRE..  
OH OH SUN  
LET ME SEE HIM AS I WAKE...  

I NEED HIM WITH ME IN THE DAY  
FOR WE'D SPEND MORE TIME TO EVEN PLAY  
LET HIM STAY, LET HIM STAY...  
MORNING SUN...  
PLEASE DON'T TAKE HIM AWAY....  
PLEASE DON'T TAKE HIM AWAY....  
 
❣❣❣❣❣❣❣❣❣❣❣❣❣❣❣❣❣❣❣❣❣❣❣  
 
MORNING SUN,  

SINCE THE DAY WE MET  
OUR HEARTS BEGAN TO SPIN  
THOSE ALLURING LIPS...  
I JUST CAN'T FORGET.
THEY ARE A GORGEOUS SET...
 

MORNING SUN,  

DO YOU KNOW WHAT IS LOVE?  
OR IS LOVING A VAMPIRE A SIN?  
DO YOU NOT CARE....WHO I DREAM OF?
 

MORNING SUN,  

IF THY MUST KILL, THEN DON'T COME  
LET THE WOLVES AT THE MOON
KEEP ON HOWLING TOGETHER
TO ROMANCE FOREVER AND NEVER BE GONE...


UPDATED POEM TO CREATE TO A SONG  
AUTHOR AND WRITER OF LYRICS:
NANCY RDZ LL  
JANUARY 18, 2020
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MY BLACK HEART VALENTINE 🖤

 
IN A DARK PLACE. . .  
 
 
Shaped to fit in a form in which the body owns...
 
No distance or a face. . .
 
Marooned in what emptiness zones. . .
 
No time that can race. . .
 
Many obscuring in replica clones. . .

 
ALL ALONE. . .
 
IN A TEMPLE ASYLUM OF SADNESS. . .  
 
MY SENTIMENTS TO NO ONE I HAVE SHOWN. . .
 
NOT EVEN IN A WORLDS TRUE MADNESS. . .
 
 
EXCEPT. . .

 
 
Only one. . .
 
 
I have in long days in the past. . .
 
Written letters to the beauty of someone. . .
 
Who my breath longing to wait for and last. . .
 
 
Always hoping you could spare me a little stare...
 
A smile I could see from a mile. . .
 
A million years I would even then still share. . .
 
My simple foggy black heart still bedims a glare...
 
That lights only in between of its core. . .
 
On what's left merely for you to repair. . .
 
With the Simplicity of your touch,  
 
Not so much. . .  
 
Just enough. . .
 
Helping then to blaze more. . .

 
🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤
 
 
WHAT A BLACK HEART BESTOWS INSIDE ME
 
 
A sanctuary of roses. . .
 
Where I'm waiting for you there
 
A path of butterflies to you then coaches. . .
 
Your amazement to see loveliness everywhere...
 
As the princess approaches. . .
 
Fireflies start glowing, conveying radiance. . .
 
upon her hair. . .
 
The wind blows a fragrance. . .
 
being so unique and rare. . .
 
That's how you will know how much I care. . .
 
 
In all, I rest in my humble chest. . .
 
My true feelings and all its bleedings. . .
 
I bury in a sacred crest. . .
 
Hiding it from family and friends. . .
 
And from all the rest. . .
 
Solely for thee that can unlock the sealed ends...
 
A key that will be found as you truly quest. . .

 
 
MY REALITY NOW
 
 
The truth that your eyes would not see who I  
am...
 
The truth that you see me as just a plain man...
 
Nothing popular as all who you around stand...
 
I just wish to even hold your lovely hand...

 
BUT...
 
 
I'm just an emo--
 
A creep--
 
A weirdo--

 
Stays up late hardly any sleep
Sleeping beauty is on my mind  
Dreaming if one day I'll ever keep
Stars guiding me in darkness so to you I can find
 
 
A guy in all black
That carries very little in his backpack
Always checking watching my back
Haters scorn me and try to attack
 
 
BUT...
 
 
Above all that...
I maintain my dark side...
A little to the light side...
 
For only one thing keeps me going...
Keeps me showing...
Keeps me growing...
 
 
YOU...
 
 
Hope and believing in your heart...
That one day it'll be for me...
I'd promise that never would I break it apart...
To know what I mean, I'll help you see...
 
Here I enclosed a marble black heart for you...
It is small...
Not much is it,  
As it is, how it is and true...
It holds my massive love and all...
 
A faded low light in between it...
it's the little bit...
That still stays lit...
My heart is your heart to fit...
Your aroma that would give it a token glint...
 
So I dismiss, dear miss...
Leaving you my last crush letter...
As many you ignored to your convenience...
My writings to you with a black swans feather...
 
A kiss I wish from those beautiful lips...
But instead here's this...
My friendly gesture here it is...

 
 
"HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY"...
WILL YOU BE MINE?...
WHAT WILL THY RED HEART SAY?...
FROM YOUR BLACK HEART VALENTINE 🖤...
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"OH PENNYWISE"

"Oh Pennywise"
You're evilly nice
You took care of the problem I so much despise
 
Love your size  
Love your look  
Especially your glowing eyes
That scares like in the book.
imagining how far your laughter lies
 
Love your voice
Love how you can sense me
Doesn't leave me much of a choice
Yet it turns me on sooooo attentively
Seems it turns you on lasting you to belong...
 
"Oooohhhhh".... I could never from you runnnn....
The tunnels are so long.....
I could never never never....
That IT, IM IT I CANT FORGET
That you'll always come....
 
"Oh Pennywise"
You're full of lies
I no care just shadow me with your creepy disguise
 
Love how you change
Love how you're strange
You're a clown yet a spider
at the same time
Warning all how you get stronger....
 
Love your voice
Love how you can sense me
Doesn't leave me much of a choice
Yet it turns me on sooooo attentively
Seems it turns you on lasting you to belong....
 
"Oooohhhhh".... I could never from you runnnn....
The tunnels are so long...
I could never never never
That IT, IM IT I CANT FORGET
That you'll always come....
 
"Oh Pennywise"
In the sewers I hear Georgie's cries
Paper boat that can't escape but it tries...
 
Love your red balloon
Love for you to hand me one soon
You wait for that red moon
To trap me in your evil doom
I'll make it boom and become your abettor toon...
 
Love your voice
Love how you can sense me
Doesn't leave me much of a choice
Yet it turns me on sooooo attentively
Seems it turns you on lasting you to belong...
 
"Oooohhhhh".... I could never from you runnnn....
The tunnels are so long....
I could never never never.....
That IT, IM IT I CANT FORGET
That you'll always always come....
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robert43041
Viking
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The devil ruled

It was her heart he wanted
She would not give him the time of day
With good reasons,
For he was not like her, in any way

He tought he was nice
Found out he was mean, meaner
As his anger by the minute grew

Still he pursued, his thoughts
Growing increasingly darker and darker
As by Satan he was led
And even darker lines and thoughts
By the Devil he was fed
Till he killed her, knifed her heart out
The heart now kept in a mirrored box.
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Rew
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Your old Grin.

Ah, pity me for I have no pity
although you are the far weaker one now,
when you suffered me to come unto thee
In the authority of your cleric's gown.
 
Do you know you can hear trees drinking water
from deep underground, It soothes cares away,
a tinkling sound like some fairy laughter
where you will sleep easy, for all and a day?
 
Do not take on so, it will keep you safe,
from violent vengeance seekers like myself,
I shall allow you a moments prayer, or rage
before stripping you of your ruddy health.
 
So, meet your maker you O so strange thing
As under your chin, I carve your old grin...
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crimsin
Unveiling
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goth

 
lonely oddling of the emptiness
I collect in the shadows watching you
I keep memories in a grimoire of the damned

my ghost haunts your steps because I need to feast
cultivated pain brings me to my knees
so sweet is your sorrow and sin

pitiless forlorn object of my desire
I keen in moans
my soul cries out and echoes the void
I am desolate of hope I keep to the shade
let no light cast it's hate upon my kind

pale of hope
harbinger of doom
there is no way out

did you know?

a prisoner of the eternal
I walk dimensions traveling distance and time
to end up here again

twisted of faith
legion is my guide
demons of a royal nature
we are blue blooded, of an elite secret society

greetings from the dark side



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Betty
Dangerous Mind
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anthropophagist

Hands run up my thighs,
wind through my hair,
susurrate across each rib,

and I languidly give in,
allow myself
to be lost
in tactile
ennui.

I kiss his mouth
and I realize
how much you linger
on my lips

And fuck, darling
I would
I would

I would tie you to
the fucking bed
and burn your
goddamn
house down
to clear the
air of your
fecund stench

then walk barefoot
in hot coals
to dig your bitter heart
from your
blackened carcass
with
my
teeth.

And return as I am.

Return as I actually am.

Not some fucking whorequeen
but a feral goddess
naked, dirty, and covered
in scars,
crawling through
filth with flies
matted in my hair;
charred heart-blood
dripping down
my chin like
like vomit;
sinew hanging
from my lips,

black eyes flashing
ahead,
never back,
looking for the next
sacrifice

Because I fucking
deserve
to be
worshiped.

And Id take as
final tribute,
a hammer to your hands,
leave them socks of
broken glass,
if I could stop
your first touch;

Id ooze up your body
and dig out
your trachea with
my shit-covered nails
to never know
what you sound like
when you come

My darling,
Id eat your soul with
some fava beans
and a nice Chianti
if it would be enough

(fucking enough)

to take your first kiss
from my lungs.
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neves
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Subspace

 


offering her bloom ready
in my palms,
breathing in hesitation
spider lashes
flickering
on every petal
plucked,
slowly waiting
for my mouth
to reach
her blushing
bud.







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LibraSoul96
Fire of Insight
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Colors X

   
Black is the vivid picture I paint of life.

Red is the blood I shed through every slit.

Purple is what I turn when I
suffocate myself in sorrow.

Blue is the water I pretend to drown myself in.

Gray is my grave where I will lay peacefully.

Yellow is the sun that burns through my skin with its death defying rays.

Brown is the hand I use to strangle myself tightly with.

Green is how lucky I get to have thoughts of death.

White is what I turn when I feel every scar of hatred.
  
Fantasies that run through my mind of all these colors painting their marks on my naked canvas.

Each stroke of color painting its meaning on my body.

 Each color possessing me to forever live my life in utter turmoil.

Each color slicing my body open to enter its poison into my veins.

Making a florescent rainbow inside of me.  

Black is the bruise on my eyes.

Red is my dynamite of a heart that is about to explode.

Purple is what I get when I can't breath from demons forever chasing me.

Blue is my tears that turn to acid.

 Gray is life that has no meaning through my vision.

Yellow is the bright light known as the afterlife.

Brown is the mud that people constantly walk all over me in.

Green is the grass that dies when I step on it.

White is the paper that I am without ink all over me.  

Every emotion and every thought is a beautiful nightmare.

Blood turning into a stream of colors flowing down to my black heart.

I must have gold like a leprechaun is jumping inside of me.

No matter what colors are inside of me nothing can stop the dark soul that brews inside of me.

 Slowly letting the demons inside of me to control my existence.

With every sadistic color taking a tour of my body I start to feel a burst of sunshine come over me.

I feel as though I should cut out my black whole of a heart and throw it in a fiery furnace to burn in to ashes.

Colors start to be my new best friend turning my soul around.

No more damp days and nights being soaked in my conscience.

No more demons eating away at me. Only beautiful colors feeding my thirsts for reality and sanity.
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Jordan
D.O.C.
Twisted Dreamer
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The ''Elephant'' Children -- The True Gothic Tale Unending of Manifold Monsters Doomed

"The biological rarity captivates each freak of nature."
-- the Coney Island Sideshow by the Seashore
 
*
 
The creeping creepy creep show's cryptic carny crook and con
descending silhouettes bedimmed from out a darkling gloom
on creatures cracked and crazed encaged a living silence don
a worm bit costume stitched to bear beyond the clap of Doom
till relic time worn rusty creaking open Cruelty's doors
to stale salt peanuts popcorn jelled and thread spun sugar sell
while walking shadows strut on fretted barf beer cig butt shores
yet dotting oceans vast and deep wherein the monsters dwell
grotesques boxed up boxed in by backdrop backup thugs and screams
revulsion shudder shock shriek howl of laughter chilling thrill
and Murder moving in to circle slow the tusker dreams
each harvest turnip carving sliced in Gothic overkill --
and not one freak faint mercy feels beneath the drooling rain
as each dread thing reborn is on the coming Horror's pain.
 
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a dedication of Respect
for
the Suffering of each past, present, and future
''elephant'' baby
 
a revolving helios sonnet menippean satire on
natalism --
the ideology hubristic of countless doctors
unlicensed --
each named
"Frankenstein"  
 
march, 2023 -- the resurgence of carnival "freak shows" doing a business
brisk
 
. . .
 
feetnote
 
According to the blithely optimistic MedlinePlus,  
Proteus Syndrome --  
commonly called "The Elephant Man" disease --  
happily is a rare condition with a  
felicitous incidence of less than 1 in 1 million infants worldwide,
blessedly having affected  
"only a few hundred" cherubs --  
to date.
Written by Jordan (D.O.C.)
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ThePiper
Twisted Dreamer
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Winter Chill

Icy winter wind
Enfolds my heart
In an icy grip
Of desperation.
And despair
The icy weight
Presses me down
Into darkness
Will it ever end
Will it never end
Why not now?

Take me now I plead
Begging the dark lords
So that I can be freed
And join the dead hordes
Shuffling away from here
Into sweet dark oblivion
Where there is no fear
Let me join that legion.

When winters ice is gone
Spring brings life again
I hope that you will pardon
Me for I'll be free of pain
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