My old college radio station used to have Bad Goth Poetry night and everyone tried to outdo each other. It was fun. And funny to see how many submissions were serious.

So c'mon ya'll! You have it in you! Let's write Bad Goth Poetry!

My amethyst voice cracked the gate of Destiny!
Tears
Tears
Tears
Like roses
covered in Death.
Agony prevails.

One of my submissions. It wasn't the worst though. Far from it. That night I got my ass kicked by a real goth who went on about the "darkness of my womb" and maggots.

Blood
Seeping from the slit in the open gash
Maggots from my soul creep forth
Withering from the oxygen that rapes their skin
Starless nights I peer and ponder in the mirror
And I wonder who stares back from blistered weary eyes?
Could I be half the shell I used to be?
Could I be the hopeless loner in the corner begging for a dagger to the throat?
Could I be the bastard child of all the loveless?
Or maybe I shoulda just had a fucking V8

:-D

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"AthiestDiary, you rock." - MikeyG (I'm LOVED! HOORAH!)

[insert line about coffins here]
[insert line about spiders, worms or some other invertebrate here]
[insert line about paint here]
[insert rain/life metaphor here]
I am sad.
[insert random pain-related word here]

mine sucks.

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Legalize Love!

Ode to the Coriolis Effect

When I broadcast my pain outwards like soundwaves
They miss the intended targets
Because the Earth rotates too fucking fast.

The End

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The giant three-phallused phallus of Uzbekistan will one day squirt the cosmic jizz of revenge all over Canada.

Mourning the already dead future
In the tomb where my soul lies rotting
Black, like my unwashed neck
I pet the dead puppies of my childhood
Mom wouldn't buy me the good kind of Jello
The blood-red ecstasy of Tropical Fruit denied my palate
In its place the green lip-puckering slayer of my haunted spirit
Foul florid happiness of cheerful Death with hellish chunks of banana in it
I am cast into the velvet darkness

Falling falling falling
Rising...
Then falling again

Upward I cast an orphaned gaze of darkest despair that betrays the angst within my impassioned soul
Fervently praying to...who?

A silent figure glides across the darkling plain of Nowhereness
To envelop me in its suffocating cloak that smells of mildew and Ben-Gay
Gramps? Is that you?
Mom said I could stay up late tonight
To watch Conan
Or to die...again...
I SAID "OR TO DIE AGAIN"
TURN UP YOUR FUCKING HEARING AID, GRAMPS

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Legend, oh legend, the third wheel legend...always in the way.

Love is silently weeping
Beckoning me with eyes blurred with tears
She understands my pain
And knows all of my pressure
I told her my new trouble
And she replied with vital news:
"He says he doesn't love you, dear.
But liars always die."

She smiled wryly, no teeth exposed
And took my hand in hers
And led me to the oasis
"Drink," she said, assuringly
So I did, but discouragingly
It was an illusion as oases tend to be.
"The world is full of hate," she said.
"But wicked always die."

And when she brushed my hand again
Bones scraped against my skin
When I looked up from this foul sight
She weeped, that wretched sin.
I wanted her to die right then
To die that cruel a death
"Wrath may be another book
But bookworms always die."

"You're free," her melancholy voice
Had sung throughout the void.
"You're free to live and free to die,"
And then was gone from sight.
As my eyes closed and fell asleep
I breathed out one last sigh
And then her voice rang out again
From dimensions still unknown:
"You dear, you dove, you hopeless love!
Why did you quit on me?
Are lucky ones the lovers?
Or those dead of sad isolation?
You must've been the one to love
...alas...
But lovers always die."

Man.. that one actually looks serious.

And another one...

My world
Do those words mean anything anymore?
What was once
..an immaculate pinnacle of spotless sublimity
..an enchanting pearl of radiant magnificence
Is now a disfigured matter
Smeared with sin as fingerprints

Agony's name is Sara.
Cold as icy flatulence.
Her skin like metal
her heart like steel
I wish I had a pony.

and look! a Goth Hie-KOO!!!

Blood death blackness death.
I am mourning my own death.
It all ends with death.

So far Ivy and AthiestDiary have come the closest to matching the brilliance of my Bad Goth Poetry. Here's another one from me:

What Comes After Life
Death.

The End.

Isn't that awesome? All right, all right. Just one more, for the ladies:

[b]The Blood Will Flow{/b]
The Agony
Is eating me
from inside out
from outside in
I scream and shout
I cannot win
How many times must I die?
Methinks it is the millionth.
How many tampons must I buy?
Thank GOD it is just once a month.

Thank you, thank you. I do Barmitzvahs as well.

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The giant three-phallused phallus of Uzbekistan will one day squirt the cosmic jizz of revenge all over Canada.

In high school, I attempted to write bad simile Goth poetry, so I'll attempt to recall some of it.

The night was a blanket purchased from a second hand store. It is black and thick and smells like an old lady long since dead or who smells like moth balls.

My eyes bleed water down the side of my face, like when you hold an evil baby and it's hard, stone like baby shoes kick you in the nuts accidently. Their feet swing like little pendulums inching me closer to testicular death.

They tangle in the night, like the wheels of Matchbox cars in the tendrils of a shag carpet and Mom has to cut the wheels out of the rug and puts you on restriction. The foot stool is placed over that spot of the carpet like a tomb forever hiding a long forgotten truth.

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Peeing sitting down is the gift you give yourself.

Umm, hey guys... where are the bats? Every bad goth poem needs at least one fluttering creature of the night. To quote Nick Cave out of context, "Release the bats!!!"

My submission:

The crimson blood flows down the drain
It circles like a buzzard hunting prey
I'm in my anti-Christ pose
Release the bats.

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I has a flavor!

quote:

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and look! a Goth Hie-KOO!!!

Blood death blackness death.
I am mourning my own death.
It all ends with death.

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Im dying...
I cant bear the pain!
Good Bye Creul World

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Laugh With The World and The World Laughs With You. Cry At The World And The World Laughs Louder.

This is inspired by the many times I have seen things like this on the message boards:

Stripcreator Melodrama

My life is endless agony,
seeping through the depths of dying time,
when will it stop?
Maybe I'll end it myself.
"I'm leaving stripcreator!" I call.
The message boards remain motionless,
still as the night that is my home.
Does anyone hear?
Does anyone care?

But then, a light!
I must return
I cannot live without my addiction.
"I'm back!" I say
filled with renewed hope.
Someone listens.
And I see a response float on the screen
like a lace winged bat flying through my mind
"Make up your mind, you f***ing n00b."
All is dark again,
and I go back to the destruction of myself
and the asian girls call to me to continue creating
the crap that is my comics.

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I think, therefore I make comments on a forum.

My soul is dark
dark
dark
dark
the night
the night
darkness
darkness of the night
my soul
dark
dark
dark
my soul
in the night
darkness
when will i see the light
not in the night
in the dark
dark
dark
dark
my soul is dark

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Poop.

This is one I wrote about 3 years ago:
(can you believe I actually won a major award with this crap?)

Screams From the Heart

The snow lay on the ground as I stare up at the stars
The crisp bite of the night's breath whispers across my face
Still, I lay, quietly somber
While I listen to the wind echo my lonliness

Tiny crystal streams glistening on my face
From tear ducts down, down to the ice
And still I wait, lying in the pasture
Still I wait as I die inside

Pains scream from my chest as the aching continues
A new hole rips through the fabric in my heart
Tiny slits from the knife that life holds
Tiny pin pricks that go ever so cold

And I wait ...

The snow lay on the ground as I stare up at the stars
Oblivious to the painful frost bite on my skin
Lips kissed blue by mother nature's tongue
Caressed by her cruelty under midnight sun

The dawn comes beckoning and teases the horizon
I turn my head while my ghostly breath fades away
A new hope? A new light? A new beginning?
Or is life being a sadistic bastard once again?

I breath in new air and open my throat
I try to gasp for finality
I shudder as a new tear forms to cover the old
And you disappear ... and shatter my soul

(last line altered cause the bitch I wrote it for fucked me over. Boo boo hoo :-P)

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"AthiestDiary, you rock." - MikeyG (I'm LOVED! HOORAH!)

^-^ Wrote this one in 6th grade and recently modified it. I had gotten an A on the project too :P

Night

Darkness creeps slowly forth
Slithering over the countryside as the sun sets
Inky tendrils filling crevices
Darkening corridors
Peering from under buildings...

Its claws wrap themselves around the innocent
Helpless children cry in its grip
As it squeezes all mirth from the people
Bringing its terror down as a cloak
For the unsavory to rape the land

Scent of sweat and tears fill the air
As it leaves nothing untouched in its wake
Ravaging as it pleases...

...Until the dawn

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Whoa, 6th grade? I don't think I even knew what sadness WAS in 6th grade.

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Legalize Love!

Whoa, 6th grade? I don't think I even knew what sadness WAS in 6th grade.

Its what happens when you've been harassed incessently by your peers since kindergarden.

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I will rate you hard, and unendingly.