GOTHIC POETRY

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Comment by ZapZidZone; R, Stogner on 5 July 2009 at 5:43pm

Vampire (End is not the end)
You must be careful what you wish for sometimes because life can show no mercy. Ye, who enter shall be damned for all time. Come all seekers of immortality and seekers of power all who enter these gates. I am a viper, a leach and I offer you these things, I do for he who stands in my door way shall be lost to my power for all time. In death new life is born onto earth to live in shadow as I do and to take all life that passes these crossroads. The night is my domain almost with a living breathing pulse where magical powers beacon imagination. A story told from time to time about the vampire gives the world warning that I have existed for the last 800 years, though no life beats in these veins. You must be careful what you wish for sometimes or life could take you to me. The dark, it separates the hunted from the hunter and keeps me from day, but I can still taste the sweet taste of the Sheep you shelter. Abandon all hope trade your pain for immortality, your truth for grey and enter and become what I have become.

The sign post up ahead reads the ZapZidZone zone, Look into the eyes of one lost and become lost yourself. Live forever with a thirst that won’t quench. Becoming a Vampire is not a gift it is being forsaken, forever and ever. Forever and ever.Forever and ever.

Comment by Olivera on 8 April 2009 at 7:58am

Comment by Snakescandy on 29 January 2009 at 9:43pm

things are becoming so unclear
from my unspoken words
filled to the brink of destruction
then pulled back by saviours hands
they ran and spoke into my ear
with hushed lips and cracking palms
rubbing my blushing cheeks
dreaming of rationed whispers
spreading disease
eyes so dark and lost
i can't see me anymore
this is what i have become
struggling to hold on to your hair
whisping over memories
of what was me
hiding in the shadows of our sanctuary
you crush the leaves to make it soft
blinking at your unnoticed touch
i had forgoten
what it was like for you to love me
i guess i always will
because i am back to where
i became who i am
looking down with tears filled with pain
and you are no where to be found.

Comment by sugar lips on 12 May 2008 at 11:07pm

Young girl new in town

Ambitious parents too busy to see the pain

Trying to adjust and fit in

At night she cries

At night she draws a blade across her wrists

Does not do sports because other girls would see the scars

She does not quite fit in

Just wants to be happy

She just wants to be loved

Her parents don't understand

Grown-ups never understand

She writes down her thoughts

She wants to be a write when she is older

She writes dark poems

An outlet for her thoughts

She sets up a personal website

To share her thoughts with others

Reaching out into virtual reality

Trying to make contact

She gets good feedback on the guestbook

And a few emails with positive messages

She logs onto a gothic site

And finds a poetry forum

She can get feedback from other members

Finally make contact with others

So many emotions tied up inside her hear and mind

She posts a few messages to other members

A support network for the depressed

One of the members starts to criticise her work

She can't understand it

Everyone else is so nice

But this guy is vicious

He just wants to hurt her and humiliate her

He is older and more manipulative

The girl has reached breaking point

Tonight the blade digs deeper than normal

She is found by her mother the next morning

Her sobs last for a hundred years

She reads her daughters poems

And shows them to others

Her daughter was talented

She sends them off to a publisher

Who shows interest

And agrees to publish the poetry

Under the title of An Anguished Heart

The book sells a hundred thousand copies

The young girl is finally reaching out from beyond the grave

Her emotions now shared with others

So many lonely girls able to relate

And understand the pain

A sacrifice which is a by-product of this modern world

So many anguished hearts pleading to be heard.