Gothic Seeking Friendly Advice Poems
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gothic seeking friendly advice poems. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
Withered Hair
Autumn's withering hair falls
fading into tomorrow's peignoir
lost in stillness among the dark
as twilight is my caviar
spread thickly in a silent shawl
from the shadows of the urn I recall
Autumn's withering hair falls
fading into tomorrow's peignoir
lost in stillness among the dark
as twilight is my caviar
spread thickly in a silent shawl
from the shadows of the urn I recall
Autumn's withering hair falls
#dark
#erotic
#gothic
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Rag Bones
In the darkness I wander, rag bones
a ghost in the night in an orchard of stones
festooned with garlands of peat and weeds
pawn to a knave answering the Piper's call
close to the vest listening to her chest
exorcising the corset in her atheist bed
listening to her scream for rag bones
from her anatomy, I silence her dead
a ghost in the night in an orchard of stones
a ghost in the night in an orchard of stones
festooned with garlands of peat and weeds
pawn to a knave answering the Piper's call
close to the vest listening to her chest
exorcising the corset in her atheist bed
listening to her scream for rag bones
from her anatomy, I silence her dead
a ghost in the night in an orchard of stones
#dark
#erotic
#gothic
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DeCaDeNt ArAmiS
what's in a grave
but memories
and a stave
listening, what comes first
silence or emptiness
perhaps thirst
filling the void unrehearsed
endowing you with the curse
loving you through the years
looking into Gitche Gumee eyes
of death's shallowness
beneath dark wind skies
feeling your aching body chapped
loose flesh now wings to flap
soon to don a fitting nightcap
pale lips and wilted kiss
no salvation bliss
of decadent Aramis
...
but memories
and a stave
listening, what comes first
silence or emptiness
perhaps thirst
filling the void unrehearsed
endowing you with the curse
loving you through the years
looking into Gitche Gumee eyes
of death's shallowness
beneath dark wind skies
feeling your aching body chapped
loose flesh now wings to flap
soon to don a fitting nightcap
pale lips and wilted kiss
no salvation bliss
of decadent Aramis
...
#dark
#romantic
#gothic
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How roses reek
Bathing foster waters
multi petalled vines entwined
my torn skin would ache
a crown of thorns
lay opened
in mosaics
my strained ear would hear
light birds
my hands became
five petalled
fragranced heart
drying and pressing
flowers I burned
reading
tarot
tundra oracle
opens in strength
clothed
Magician
empress and fool
all ardently adorned
o rippled rose
night my knight ...
multi petalled vines entwined
my torn skin would ache
a crown of thorns
lay opened
in mosaics
my strained ear would hear
light birds
my hands became
five petalled
fragranced heart
drying and pressing
flowers I burned
reading
tarot
tundra oracle
opens in strength
clothed
Magician
empress and fool
all ardently adorned
o rippled rose
night my knight ...
#gothic
#flowers
#music
#metaphor
#art
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Cutting My Veal
Playing me like a violin
feeling your breath
touching my pulse
like death's barbwire
cutting into my veal
as if a stromboli
naked against my skin
cold fingers on my throat
playing me like a violin
feeling your breath
touching my pulse
like death's barbwire
cutting into my veal
as if a stromboli
naked against my skin
cold fingers on my throat
playing me like a violin
#dark
#erotic
#gothic #vampires
#gothic #vampires
144 reads
6 Comments
Cozy In Bed
Eternal life beyond your pale blue
in death's mascara bleeding red
from your typhoid diary ribcage
of erotic epistle dark risque
laying gently cozy in your bed
listening to the howling guillotine
as the blade devours its prey
through the veil of negligee
in death's mascara bleeding red
in death's mascara bleeding red
from your typhoid diary ribcage
of erotic epistle dark risque
laying gently cozy in your bed
listening to the howling guillotine
as the blade devours its prey
through the veil of negligee
in death's mascara bleeding red
#dark
#erotic
#gothic
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Mr. Hennessy
..leaving a silhouette of memories on my pillow
a phantom's fingertips stroke my transparency
with its forbidden lyre-stained tongue
darkness insomnia Twilight's cognac
lusting caffeine calling for a Mr. Hennessy
a naked obscene dream unrehearsed
from the shallows of the mind's hypocrisy
a phantom's fingertips stroke my transparency
with its forbidden lyre-stained tongue
darkness insomnia Twilight's cognac
lusting caffeine calling for a Mr. Hennessy
a naked obscene dream unrehearsed
from the shallows of the mind's hypocrisy
#erotic
#gothic
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Naked Lobotomy
A darker silence, rising of forbidden tears
of despair without death's anesthesia
feeling the creepers in broken dreams
chilling echos that scream for the chemist
dripping from my mind's lobotomy
in conversation with the Big Bad Wolf
knocking at my door leaving me breathless
escaping from the womb of dark insanity
under siege by the devil's throbbing seed
casting a shadow without death's anesthesia
of despair without death's anesthesia
feeling the creepers in broken dreams
chilling echos that scream for the chemist
dripping from my mind's lobotomy
in conversation with the Big Bad Wolf
knocking at my door leaving me breathless
escaping from the womb of dark insanity
under siege by the devil's throbbing seed
casting a shadow without death's anesthesia
#dark
#erotic
#gothic
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Lording Over The Bones
Bathing in nocturnal dreams in my mind's gothic
brothel lording over the bones with a stranger in
my bed and no shadow of nakedness in purgatory
without footsteps touching me in lusting caress
mounting my Vesuvius erupting from the maw of
the genitalia's jaw leaving no graffiti behind in a
sarcophagus etched in hieroglyphics turning to sand
stagnant in memories lording over the bones
tasting the sweetness of the rind garnishing my soul.
brothel lording over the bones with a stranger in
my bed and no shadow of nakedness in purgatory
without footsteps touching me in lusting caress
mounting my Vesuvius erupting from the maw of
the genitalia's jaw leaving no graffiti behind in a
sarcophagus etched in hieroglyphics turning to sand
stagnant in memories lording over the bones
tasting the sweetness of the rind garnishing my soul.
#erotic
#gothic
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Something Whooshed...!
Something Whooshed…!
On a planet, in a country, in a state, in a town,
on a street where a lampost shines
and the houses, very warm, quiet dreamers in their sleep
like a hush after church bell chimes.
Something whooshed on the wind in the distance.
Something galloped in the lime moonlight
and its wings cut the air into slices of Fear
which it tossed in the night with delight.
And I shivered with a tremble and began to disassemble
with the fright now fused to my bones.
Slices landed on the rooftops, slid across...
On a planet, in a country, in a state, in a town,
on a street where a lampost shines
and the houses, very warm, quiet dreamers in their sleep
like a hush after church bell chimes.
Something whooshed on the wind in the distance.
Something galloped in the lime moonlight
and its wings cut the air into slices of Fear
which it tossed in the night with delight.
And I shivered with a tremble and began to disassemble
with the fright now fused to my bones.
Slices landed on the rooftops, slid across...
#dark
#gothic
#evil
#scary
#nightmares
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Corpse of Lipstick
#dark
#erotic
#gothic
187 reads
6 Comments
Seance of Annihilation
A seance of annihilation and essence of cashmere
blended with whiskey's cold pulse of death's
turning the twilight into a lampshade of dark allure
extract ground into rigor mortis touching her Ouija
clinging to the soil of her open grave
listening to the cicadas lacing their shoes
blended with whiskey's cold pulse of death's
scraping away the tears using the squeegee
blended with whiskey's cold pulse of death's
turning the twilight into a lampshade of dark allure
extract ground into rigor mortis touching her Ouija
clinging to the soil of her open grave
listening to the cicadas lacing their shoes
blended with whiskey's cold pulse of death's
scraping away the tears using the squeegee
#dark
#erotic
#gothic
229 reads
2 Comments
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