Submissions by GothPlusHeartBeat
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Real name: Amanda, Gothic poetry is my thing. My words can be gloomy, dark, decaying, and rotten its the best way for me to express myself.
DARK POEM
Published
14th Nov 2014 11:45pm
14th Nov 2014 11:45pm
Cheer & Joy Is All We Lack
Be as is it may these days are full of tears,
though someday I will find
the joy.
Once again cheers will be heard
instead of my cries.
Be kind to your soul,
for lost as it might feel
one day you will see
your soul was never lost
or empty,
and that I stood here
the whole time at your door.
I bring to ye,
good cheer and joy
not one day out of the year
but for 365 days in all.
I will be like a ghost from Christmas past,
I'll haunt you to your very last.
Tell the bells toll,
tell your soul...
though someday I will find
the joy.
Once again cheers will be heard
instead of my cries.
Be kind to your soul,
for lost as it might feel
one day you will see
your soul was never lost
or empty,
and that I stood here
the whole time at your door.
I bring to ye,
good cheer and joy
not one day out of the year
but for 365 days in all.
I will be like a ghost from Christmas past,
I'll haunt you to your very last.
Tell the bells toll,
tell your soul...
495 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
13th Nov 2014 4:57am
13th Nov 2014 4:57am
Cendersuit
Cendersuit played with fire
slowly her soul turned into a smoking blaze,
footprints into an ashened maze,
wiping up through the air
like a smoking haze.
Cendersuit became a burning bush,
slowly turned into suit.
Cender was nothing without her suit,
or her glassy shoe without her pretty little foot.
slowly her soul turned into a smoking blaze,
footprints into an ashened maze,
wiping up through the air
like a smoking haze.
Cendersuit became a burning bush,
slowly turned into suit.
Cender was nothing without her suit,
or her glassy shoe without her pretty little foot.
523 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Nov 2014 00:33am
13th Nov 2014 00:33am
I'm Old & Rotten
I am made up of rotten pages,
spelt ink,
and old smells.
Once I sat upon a pretty little book shelf
crisp and new.
My pages
none were torn or tattered,
but with passing of time
I became old
cracked,
falling apart.
With centuries that passed
many hands touched my binder
fumbled my pages
and reading my print.
Once never to be forgotten
now I'm old,
rotten,
and time has forgotten,
my importance,
my countenance,
my change.
spelt ink,
and old smells.
Once I sat upon a pretty little book shelf
crisp and new.
My pages
none were torn or tattered,
but with passing of time
I became old
cracked,
falling apart.
With centuries that passed
many hands touched my binder
fumbled my pages
and reading my print.
Once never to be forgotten
now I'm old,
rotten,
and time has forgotten,
my importance,
my countenance,
my change.
617 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
10th Nov 2014 1:34am
10th Nov 2014 1:34am
The Human Experience
Pain and heartache
it's a human affair,
life is to be lived
suffering and all.
We are made up of our experiences
our footprints are left behind us;
life in sequence left in the sands of time.
Walking upon an earthly shore
we humans know nothing more.
Sifting drifting on a whim
we wash upon the shores of heavens door,
as hell opens up below our feet.
Angels greet
as Demons eat;
Now we bear it all with our dirty feet.
It's nothing more than a human affair.
it's a human affair,
life is to be lived
suffering and all.
We are made up of our experiences
our footprints are left behind us;
life in sequence left in the sands of time.
Walking upon an earthly shore
we humans know nothing more.
Sifting drifting on a whim
we wash upon the shores of heavens door,
as hell opens up below our feet.
Angels greet
as Demons eat;
Now we bear it all with our dirty feet.
It's nothing more than a human affair.
679 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Nov 2014 6:28am
8th Nov 2014 6:28am
Her beauty kills my mood
The night movies with her,
and her shadow scratches on the walls
leaving a wound inside my heart
I'm watching it bleed out before me.
A beauty with a darkened heart,
she lurks on the edge of the night.
I can't help but to love her eternal shade,
her beauty kills my mood.
Like the full moon
she becomes a God to my waves
washing upon my shores
with her shadowy form.
Lucide beams streak from her hair,
spelling out upon my Plutonian shore.
Watch her beauty beaming before me,
like no other have I seen,...
and her shadow scratches on the walls
leaving a wound inside my heart
I'm watching it bleed out before me.
A beauty with a darkened heart,
she lurks on the edge of the night.
I can't help but to love her eternal shade,
her beauty kills my mood.
Like the full moon
she becomes a God to my waves
washing upon my shores
with her shadowy form.
Lucide beams streak from her hair,
spelling out upon my Plutonian shore.
Watch her beauty beaming before me,
like no other have I seen,...
738 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
7th Nov 2014 5:56am
7th Nov 2014 5:56am
I'm Nothing More
You might like it if I was shady like you.
I’d become something more than just a shadow,
more than a blackened rose going crisp.
I'm a horrid thing laying limp in the sun,
leaving my perfume to lingering on the wind.
I’m more to you than this shady rose bud
laying in your unforgiving hands,
Waiting to crush me.
Lift weekend
forgotten by time,
wilted,
crusted,
and rotten.
Life has no need for shady affairs,
me forgotten.
I’m nothing more than a
Shady Black Rose.
I’d become something more than just a shadow,
more than a blackened rose going crisp.
I'm a horrid thing laying limp in the sun,
leaving my perfume to lingering on the wind.
I’m more to you than this shady rose bud
laying in your unforgiving hands,
Waiting to crush me.
Lift weekend
forgotten by time,
wilted,
crusted,
and rotten.
Life has no need for shady affairs,
me forgotten.
I’m nothing more than a
Shady Black Rose.
626 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Nov 2014 7:19am
4th Nov 2014 7:19am
A Love Fair Between The Cocklshells & Blue Bells.
Kisses upon your mouth,
brushing your hair with my hand;
slowly sinking into your breath,
with my kisses upon your neck.
Sighing deeply now,
sinking deeper now,
lovely passions breathing now.
Lovely are your eyes,
softly caressing as our bodies rise,
deeply loving, melting into passions still.
Each footfall eacos through us,
as we breath bringing it right into us.
Hot like the sun,
sticky like the bees honey sweet.
Kisses stolen upon the evenings fullmoon,
rising to the calling beat,
sounds of lovers...
brushing your hair with my hand;
slowly sinking into your breath,
with my kisses upon your neck.
Sighing deeply now,
sinking deeper now,
lovely passions breathing now.
Lovely are your eyes,
softly caressing as our bodies rise,
deeply loving, melting into passions still.
Each footfall eacos through us,
as we breath bringing it right into us.
Hot like the sun,
sticky like the bees honey sweet.
Kisses stolen upon the evenings fullmoon,
rising to the calling beat,
sounds of lovers...
647 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
4th Nov 2014 6:49am
4th Nov 2014 6:49am
Ink Smears Stain My Heart
After a while my pen began to eat my soul,
while my words fell to the floor now they're running for their lives.”
Ink smears stain my heart,
with each beat ink squirts from its veins.
Pumping to a writers beat,
thumping to a poets dum,
living for another word.
After all is said and done
poetry flows from my strum
a song for the poet,
a song for a writer,
a vital vain has been strained
by my inky black heart and my pen.
while my words fell to the floor now they're running for their lives.”
Ink smears stain my heart,
with each beat ink squirts from its veins.
Pumping to a writers beat,
thumping to a poets dum,
living for another word.
After all is said and done
poetry flows from my strum
a song for the poet,
a song for a writer,
a vital vain has been strained
by my inky black heart and my pen.
575 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
1st Nov 2014 4:30am
1st Nov 2014 4:30am
I'm a Gothic beauty traced in black lace forevermore
Paint my world with grongy affairs,
inky black hair,
dark lips with black finger tips.
Splashes of ink drip down my cheeks
eyes full of Gothic tears.
I fall fully into his blackened heart
deeper deeper still
lovely is his stair.
Deeply dark
darker still
pitch black
hair hangs loose from its noose
beckons deeper
deeper still.
Lovely Goth with long black hair,
skin like ivory cream,
satin cheeks with crimson streaks,
blushing crushing on Gothic lore.
Give it to me ...
inky black hair,
dark lips with black finger tips.
Splashes of ink drip down my cheeks
eyes full of Gothic tears.
I fall fully into his blackened heart
deeper deeper still
lovely is his stair.
Deeply dark
darker still
pitch black
hair hangs loose from its noose
beckons deeper
deeper still.
Lovely Goth with long black hair,
skin like ivory cream,
satin cheeks with crimson streaks,
blushing crushing on Gothic lore.
Give it to me ...
677 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
31st Oct 2014 5:16am
31st Oct 2014 5:16am
You are everything to me
Lovely is my love,
You are a rose to my thorns.
You are the clouds to my skies.
You are the downs to my ups.
You are the bee to my bumble.
You are the honey to my comb.
You are the rain to my clouds.
You are the rainbow after I rain.
You are the king to my crown.
You are the diamond to my coalmine.
You are the 4th to my July.
You are the fire to my craker.
You are the pop! to my rice crispies.
You are the corn to my flakes.
You are the A to my BCDEFG.
You are everything to me.
You are a rose to my thorns.
You are the clouds to my skies.
You are the downs to my ups.
You are the bee to my bumble.
You are the honey to my comb.
You are the rain to my clouds.
You are the rainbow after I rain.
You are the king to my crown.
You are the diamond to my coalmine.
You are the 4th to my July.
You are the fire to my craker.
You are the pop! to my rice crispies.
You are the corn to my flakes.
You are the A to my BCDEFG.
You are everything to me.
804 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
31st Oct 2014 4:57am
31st Oct 2014 4:57am
I'm Gothic & Rotten
I'm so Gothic I'm rotten!
"My heart is stained by every pen I ever used,
They inked me with words so sweet
their words turned bitter with one touch of my poets tongue.
(My artwork is a reflection of my soul.)
"My heart is stained by every pen I ever used,
They inked me with words so sweet
their words turned bitter with one touch of my poets tongue.
(My artwork is a reflection of my soul.)
559 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
25th Oct 2014 4:07am
25th Oct 2014 4:07am
I'm only happy when it rains
I'm only happy when it rains,
when sun shine dwindles its sheen
behind clouds of gray.
It melts my mood so easily,
the smell of the falling rain.
I'm at home on cloudy days,
when the mist rolls down the windows paine.
Dripping down the glassy frame
I'm only happy when it rains.
when sun shine dwindles its sheen
behind clouds of gray.
It melts my mood so easily,
the smell of the falling rain.
I'm at home on cloudy days,
when the mist rolls down the windows paine.
Dripping down the glassy frame
I'm only happy when it rains.
600 reads
3 Comments
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