Gothic Poems
#gothic
Gothic poems, a genre of dark and atmospheric poetry, which may feature elements of romance and beauty. Gothic poetry often includes themes of darkness, shadows, night and death, and may be related to goth subculture.
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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Untitled 3 minute write#2
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Stanzas cascading down
words & structures formin
That this simple man doesn’t understand
Besides me today,
As I lay here,
Formless an torn,
broken into dust
blowin out on the wind
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I been told
every mans heart
grows cold
His mind gradually dark,
I know I let you down again… sweet darlin’s…
I am still fallin
breathless & torn,
formless,
Here, in mine Sagittarius December,
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Stanzas cascading down
words & structures formin
That this simple man doesn’t understand
Besides me today,
As I lay here,
Formless an torn,
broken into dust
blowin out on the wind
```~~~… …~~~```
I been told
every mans heart
grows cold
His mind gradually dark,
I know I let you down again… sweet darlin’s…
I am still fallin
breathless & torn,
formless,
Here, in mine Sagittarius December,
```~~… … …~~~```
#love
#gothic
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Midnight Ramblins#10
Why do I make her cry
When I’m the son of o’ Bitch
Why wont I
Take mine happy pills
To Help calm
Mine irritated mind
The scales of the scorpion
are tough, an run dry
In mine Sagittarius eye
I need to hear
The sounds of her tears
To recognize the pain in me
I can change,
I can change, I can change
When I’m the son of o’ Bitch
Why wont I
Take mine happy pills
To Help calm
Mine irritated mind
The scales of the scorpion
are tough, an run dry
In mine Sagittarius eye
I need to hear
The sounds of her tears
To recognize the pain in me
I can change,
I can change, I can change
#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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Hunting of the evil and downtrodden II;
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My son. come forth, and listen closely to what I say,
For, whom now is your teacher… if not for me… mine son;
It is not enough, to torture and kill the physical body
but the spirit & the mind must be broken
Completely;
Whether one leaves them alive
in pain an regret,
makin delicious sounds of their sufferin,
or one leads them down the winding paths of death,
too their eternal judgment,
Or if one takes the darker roads
Going further, much further, mine son…
Studying the arts of necromancy,
to summon...
My son. come forth, and listen closely to what I say,
For, whom now is your teacher… if not for me… mine son;
It is not enough, to torture and kill the physical body
but the spirit & the mind must be broken
Completely;
Whether one leaves them alive
in pain an regret,
makin delicious sounds of their sufferin,
or one leads them down the winding paths of death,
too their eternal judgment,
Or if one takes the darker roads
Going further, much further, mine son…
Studying the arts of necromancy,
to summon...
#dark
#gothic
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How Much
I aint no wanted man,
but,
How relentless does one have to be,
before the crows and the wolves
take your place
How much can gentle eyes see
till they grow cold
How much, does one have to suffer,
Before they can be a great writer
How much pills for depression can one take
before they are comfortabley numb
an can no longer function,
Play guitar, draw, or write anymore
Till the artist in one
suffers, & gradually dies
a slow, an painful death
but,
How relentless does one have to be,
before the crows and the wolves
take your place
How much can gentle eyes see
till they grow cold
How much, does one have to suffer,
Before they can be a great writer
How much pills for depression can one take
before they are comfortabley numb
an can no longer function,
Play guitar, draw, or write anymore
Till the artist in one
suffers, & gradually dies
a slow, an painful death
#gothic
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Lay me down;
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Oh Lord
Lay me down
And pour across my eyes
Even in the coldest winter
Bury me deep
Where the sun does not touch down
Even in the hottest deserts
Keep my memory
scattered even upon dusty mantles
May death finally bring me certain kinds of wisdom
Even across emotional hearted minds and wild vibrations of waters
Pour me deep
Laid across emotional towers
Where cowards keep jars of all their sorrow
Good Lord, send me home
Lord;
Oh Lord
I am ready now
Lay me down
```~~~… …~~~``` ...
Oh Lord
Lay me down
And pour across my eyes
Even in the coldest winter
Bury me deep
Where the sun does not touch down
Even in the hottest deserts
Keep my memory
scattered even upon dusty mantles
May death finally bring me certain kinds of wisdom
Even across emotional hearted minds and wild vibrations of waters
Pour me deep
Laid across emotional towers
Where cowards keep jars of all their sorrow
Good Lord, send me home
Lord;
Oh Lord
I am ready now
Lay me down
```~~~… …~~~``` ...
#gothic
#death
#peace
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Tomorrows Sun
The weightlessness of thought
can actually be heavy
for a body ill an in pain,
Weighing the math
of yesterday & today
what does that equal for tomorrow
shall the sun also rise without me
If so, if so
and if it does
look for me in the rainbow
after the sky sheds her tears
In the name of things that might of been
can actually be heavy
for a body ill an in pain,
Weighing the math
of yesterday & today
what does that equal for tomorrow
shall the sun also rise without me
If so, if so
and if it does
look for me in the rainbow
after the sky sheds her tears
In the name of things that might of been
#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
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I think of the night, when I think of you
I think of deaths winding doorsteps when I speak of you
I speak of you to the wind, where has it known your name
Your name whispered under the blind suns light,
you are known there from beyond the grave,
At the cradle of the world
I think of you, when I let steeled blood drip from limb,
I think of you, when I feel the rage beneath the skin
I taste it, licking along sharpen tip,
letting tongue cut, deepening taste upon my blade
I think of you, when I hear something go crazy, screaming...
I think of the night, when I think of you
I think of deaths winding doorsteps when I speak of you
I speak of you to the wind, where has it known your name
Your name whispered under the blind suns light,
you are known there from beyond the grave,
At the cradle of the world
I think of you, when I let steeled blood drip from limb,
I think of you, when I feel the rage beneath the skin
I taste it, licking along sharpen tip,
letting tongue cut, deepening taste upon my blade
I think of you, when I hear something go crazy, screaming...
#love
#dark
#gothic #passion
#gothic #passion
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I Desire You
I desire you,
Let me bring you to my circle of hell
I want to hunt you,
I want to see the terror on your face
Woman, I want to bury you,
I want to fuck you
after your dead an gone,
I want to eat you,
I want to wear you like a second skin
I want to feel you deep within
I’m gonna tattoo you upon my skin
Formless one,
Yeah, I will call your name out loud
Woman, bein with you
is being in love with death;
Let me bring you to my circle of hell
I want to hunt you,
I want to see the terror on your face
Woman, I want to bury you,
I want to fuck you
after your dead an gone,
I want to eat you,
I want to wear you like a second skin
I want to feel you deep within
I’m gonna tattoo you upon my skin
Formless one,
Yeah, I will call your name out loud
Woman, bein with you
is being in love with death;
#love
#dark
#gothic
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