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| Sep 29th, 2003 03:47 PM | ||
| Perndog |
The sad thing is that when the kids who write this poetry grow out of their whiny depressed phase they turn from lame, boring angst-filled teenagers into lame, boring suburban adults with 2.3 kids, a dog, a white picket fence and a constant feeling of "is this really all there is to life? Am I missing out on something?" until their 2.3 equally mediocre kids put them in a nursing home as they slowly slip in dementia and then become worm food, to be remembered for maybe the next five years of their grandchildren's lives and then forgotten forever. Poor fools. |
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| Sep 29th, 2003 03:46 PM | ||
| Jeanette X |
I've written my share of terrible poetry when I've been depressed, but I at least had the brains not to show to anyone. Actually, I think I burned it. |
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| Sep 29th, 2003 03:16 PM | ||
| Cap'n Crunch | Nope, it's pretty funny actually. She is in one of my classes. Her parents are like rich, they live in a huge house, and she pretty much gets anything she asks for. So, pretty much, it is all a play. | |
| Sep 29th, 2003 01:53 PM | ||
| Rez |
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| Sep 29th, 2003 08:00 AM | ||
| Skulhedface |
I killed someone today he's dead Then I killed myself I am dead too The end. |
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| Sep 29th, 2003 07:05 AM | ||
| Dole | Anyone who writes 'poetry' and posts it on the net needs to be shot. | |
| Sep 29th, 2003 04:14 AM | ||
| Professor Cool | So many stolen morrisey lyrics. | |
| Sep 29th, 2003 12:59 AM | ||
| Snatchtastic |
. Slit my wrists in a tub Slit my wrists in a tub LALALALALALALALALALALALALALALALALA Slit my wrists in a tub Slit my wrists in a tub. Watch me bleed on my Hot Topic shirt as I slit my wrists in a tub. |
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| Sep 28th, 2003 08:41 PM | ||
| Cap'n Crunch |
I thought they were funny. 
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| Sep 28th, 2003 08:07 PM | ||
| Rez | tell us cap'n, what have we done to deserve this.... please. | |
| Sep 28th, 2003 06:08 PM | ||
| Cap'n Crunch |
Post your goth poems here thread. I like going through people's AIM profiles that I don't know and laugh at their poems. -People- Waiting for the day for the terrible place why they do this to me I can never find a trace The flies are waiting for me I'm already dieing Why can't they see even though that I'm alive I cease to be for the years i've cried they've killed me from the inside -Love- Darkness has engulfed my days. Happiness drowning in misery and pain, twisting and writhing joy is thier prey, or is love an illusion like a rainbow after the rain? Bright, colorful,temporary. Did I loose myself when love invaded my heart? Are my emotions still to vary, was I damned from the start? My soul feels like an empty vase, dropped down two flights of stairs. No one there to wipe the tears from my face I doubt that anyone really cares. Mascara Tears A tear that travels quickly with sad, angustic fury takes color from the lashes, running black and leaves a streaks: dark, abstract upon the palest cheek and like an artist seems to seek an audience in which to share the reason why the streaks are there a symbol of the pain the pain which will always reign forever over my being can I ever be rid of this feeling? -Hidden Mystery- The dark enimatic waters of this lake interplay of shadows and light for hours I can sit here and intake the dark and the bright placid the waters yet they still run deep. almost devoid of colours, sitting here makes me weep. for the memories inside me hide themselves How they love to resurface and drive me crazy. gaze into the lake and the stories it tells.' Glass Bottle I'm your pin cusion. That's how you see me. That's all I am to you That's all I'll ever be. I take your anger, and store inside me. So you can live your life, happy as can be. I'm not going to let your anger, be my pain any longer. It's plain to see, Your not any better then me. I'm not your pin cusion, not your glass bottle full of pain, because I've already shattered and I will never let it happen again. Dis-Missed Endless circle of destruction, Making me feel lost, like I'm nothing: completely tossed. From this reality I fall; I need time to settle this. Still missing you at nightfall.. I am quiet simply dis-missed. No use for me truely there is none I can see. So what is the point? I'll be alone forever, and heartbroken, never-more. This NightZ It hurts to be alone in this land of forever. but love doesn't feel right. I'm not in love this time, this night. I'm thinking it's lust thoughtless feelings, and that is all it will be just. Go ahead and scream at me, it wont change everything. I want love, but when I wish I don't get anything, Only this feeling of being lost in a dark world, this night. Broken Glass Words from your lips cut deep like broken glass blood rushing through my viens all I feel from you is pain I cannot stop the bleeding... -Prom Queen- I see that girl with her lipstick drawn. She's painting her face on. She never shows what she really does feel, She fakes it so real, She is beyond fake. sooner or later she will break.. With the wrong person it will be a mistake, Someone needs to shake her to get her awake. She will do whatever, to make herself feel better. Looking for what she doesn't get at home, into the streets she'll roam. Lieing as she does " I've done it before," She will turn herself into a whore. She takes the pills to ease the pain, and sluts around to keep herself sane. Searches for the lack thereof, She'd do anything to find some love. |
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