Hello, and welcome to Goth Poetry Corner. My name is "Void," and I am a troubled young man. Here is my Goth Poetry:

all is death
all despair
inseminate my eggs
return me to the earth
touch my lifegiver
drop a load
in my mouth
before the morning comes
stake my empty heart
upon a jagged card table
return me to the dust
spread me over the world

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~But now you realize / He's not selling any alibis~

As my last life's liquor
Crimson and tang
Drips from my wrist
I adjust my black lipstick
I scrawl
Bloodied finger
On the comforter from Wal Mart
"Curfew this, mom!"
I hope the paramedics find me
Before Buffy comes on
I am so goth my ass hurts

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I wanted my half in the middle and I wound up on the edge.

Third grade is so hard
Teacher ugly
Today is Wednesday
I must go to school
I think I will not
Cool kids go to school
I am not like them
I am so goth
I'll stay home instead
Screw you, mom

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Batman created by Bob Kane

I like puppies
and kittens
rainbows are pretty
flowers smell nice
i wish i was a butterfly
so i could be pretty
life is wonderful
man i'm fucking goth

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Poop.

god i hate miss jones
"write a goth haiku," she says
all the world is pain.

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- christ@myself.com - fuck a cat, kill yourself - my alter ego has five stars

Not haikus again!
I don't think I could take that.
Man, this really sucks.

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Life is a lot like getting mugged; you get your kicks, you take your punches, and when it's over, someone else gets your cash.

Bunner, how's come you
Never wrote such beautiful
Poetry to me?

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“It is only with the heart that one sees rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.” - The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry (1945)

I sent you my best
to win your heart, and also
puking chicks are gross

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I wanted my half in the middle and I wound up on the edge.

Stop with the haikus
You aren't Goth
You aren't dark
You are happy
And furry
And I want to put my penis
In you
But still
That's only because
You are so furry
Sprinkle my ashes over the world
Gravity will suck them in
Take them into the magnetic fields
And with them bar the earth
To keep us here

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~But now you realize / He's not selling any alibis~

I sit here
on my computer
playing games all day long
the thought of conquering
my virtual enemies
gives me a hard-on

Why does everything
Always come back to haikus?
I hate those damn things.

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Do you want ants? Because that's how you get ants.

Knock, Knock; Who is there?
Goth Haiku; Goth Haiku who?
Gesundheit! You suck.

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ken.kaufman@gmail.com

Fuck's sake, akirajim. If you have to hoover up bandwidth with animated gifs made from mpeg clips, could you find something less nauseating than two bored, self-absorbed millionairesses tonguefucking each other to pump up their flagging careers?

Maybe soemething from the Flintstones.

"Willll-MAAAHH!"

Now that's hot, ooh yeah. You know you like it, Wilma.

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I wanted my half in the middle and I wound up on the edge.

I agree. I'm really sick of hearing aboug how Britney and Madonna swapped spit on MTV. Big freaking deal. I would kiss Madonna for that much money too...

Well, no, no I wouldn't.
But I would think about it for a minute.

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Do you want ants? Because that's how you get ants.

I'd kiss either of them for no money.

Goth Poetry
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I sleep with the vampires.
In my tomb.
In my room.
In Boise, Idaho, with the other annoying mortals.
No-one understands me.
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Bleurgh, that wasn't very good. Come back when I've had some absinth and listened to Type O Negative for a bit.

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Please replace the handset, and try again.

The black fog pours in on me from the window.
And when I roll out of bed,
And stumble to the wood-framed window,
Peering through my Care Bear shutters
I see
in grizzly form
What no man should see

Gallagher naked.

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I ate a hooker half a bottle of knife.

Prime-time lesbian action! I lived to see the day! OH YES, it is a glorious thing. You nay-sayers can still watch Andy Griffith and Bewitched reruns on TV-Land. Don't worry-- Aunt Bea will never French-kiss Mrs. Kravitz.

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What others say about boorite!

What? And Andy Griffith doesn't have lesbian action?

Bewitched had Uncle Arthur. That's gotta count for something.

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Life is a lot like getting mugged; you get your kicks, you take your punches, and when it's over, someone else gets your cash.

This makes me want to put on my emo glasses and cry to Good Charlotte.

Tear.

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Dobb's your uncle.

Be amazed at the power of my lovely haiku!

Man I am so bored
I am glad i'm not a tree
Cupcakes are super

Now wasn't that just REALLY NEAT?

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It's grime time.

Blood on the cupcakes
Dismembered snacks of mayhem
The Keebler elf weeps

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What others say about boorite!

I told you fuckers
Not to write any goddamn
Haiku, and meant it.

Feed my penis to an earthworm-
I'll go down willingly,
Down beneath the well-raped earth,
Screaming, kicking, crying,
Pissing in my Care Bear pajamas,
Wondering what no man should wonder:
The wonder of my scrotum.
When I stretch it
It is like a monkey's upper lip
Stuffed with two plump grapes.
It is Goth
And you are not,
Faggots.

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~But now you realize / He's not selling any alibis~