I have joined this site because I want to revel in my freedom to be sad, downhearted or depressed if that is what I am. I am weary with a world that rejects you if you don't bounce around with some Pollyanna attitude. If you are not happy and upbeat the world doesn't want you around. I suspect the true Goth is really willing to accept the rejection of others towards their attitudes rather than just put on a "happy face" and be fake. Better real Sorrow than fake happy. True Sorrow is better th... Read More
here is a poem i wrote that just came to mind:
Brought Down by a Bullet in the Heart: you sold your soul and burned your grounds. silenced my lips and raped our love. drank my blood and faked your death. cursed the day when i ran away. and lost your luck in finding me.
all is lost and all is gone. some i miss and most you've lost. at the end of our love, we disappear. at the first sign of my dark eyes you've bled. shed, all our dark sorrows. we are all brought down by a bullet... Read More
I close my eyes to see the world around me,
So black, so cold, and always angry.
You hate me, so I kill you,
And in the end, I get killed too.
Who plays your games when no one’s there,
Who heals your wounds when no one cares.
I have friends, but I’m still alone,
Who will miss me when I’m gone?
I close my eyes and see true life,
Clenched tight in my fist is my trust... Read More
[mecha-duplicate's note: Okay, okay... I'm not a poet. I suck at rhyme. Most of my poems are really weird/ ambiguous. This was written when I, after having such a large high on life, whittled back down to Sorrow again, after certain circumstances...]
"One for sorrow, two for joy, three for a girl, four for a boy"
One magpie
Is golden
O... Read More
