Didn't someone here once accuse me of being goth? http://www.deadlounge.com/poetry/poems.html Remembrance of My Death Around, all around, the shadows gather. My dread grows as doom's scythe falls against my naked soul. It smites me, and darkly my life's blood drips to the broken ground. In abject fear I call your name while oblivion looms. Now alone, my supplication falls upon darkened eyes. This is my salvation. Oh, yeah!

well we would need to see a picture to determine that now wouldnt we.

nice poem

Dudes, did you follow the link? Write your own poem and post it. Lord's mercy. *shakes head*

no i didnt follow the link, ima schmuck *sobs*

Well, quit yer bawling and get to it, sonny! I wish there were a link to the Abyss of Righteous Hatred poem. That sounds like fun.

Trace, I hope to God you knew that poem above was a joke.

Uh, you never know around her Rhiannon

Well, if you had FOLLOWED the LINK like you were supposed to, you would have seen that it was. And then you would have made a poem of your own and posted it here for my amusement. Hurry, it's not too late!

Imprisoned Slender beams of accusation enter this darkened chamber as I kneel, always somber, always lost, frozen here, waiting. Angelic forms wrought in panes of glass loom as dust dances in the air, forming an image in my mind, infiltrating my naked soul. Blood on humanity's face. I raise my head, now defying this callous light.

hows that?

Ahhhhhhhh. Thank you. :)

the blackest gift it is a night of etherial pain, a song of blood, wolves vent their pain. the beautiful one rises. curling, icy wisps of death shrouds her gaunt form, an impatient desire. her raven hair cascades over translucent ivory shoulders, and her full crimson lips part slightly, to taste the darkness streaming from the pale flesh beneath her. now a night of ecstasy, i awaken. i always preferred the "why can't you die/so you won't be here/for me to blame/I CRY FOR MORE BLOOD" -type poem myself.

i didn't write this, but i'm quite sure it's about me...... spiders, don't worry. i keep house casually

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Untitled Slender beams of sunlight enter this darkened hall as I kneel, always silent, always somber, frozen here, waiting. Accusing forms wrought in panes of glass loom as dust dances in the air, forming an image in my mind, reaving my darkened outstretched arms. Blood on a clock's face. I raise my head, now caressing this airy Limbo.

oh my. shrine to duck tape

just another dang vampire wannabe It is a night of blood, a song of blood, wolves vent their pain. The thirsting one rises. Curling, icy wisps of death shrouds her deathly form, a lurking agony. Her raven hair cascades over pale and tragic shoulders, and her full really very deeply crimson lips part slightly, to taste the blood streaming from the pale flesh beneath her. Now a night of ecstasy, I weep. that's too much fun. I wonder if Steve the Gothic Archaeologist knows about this?

or cryptie, for that matter!

Pez, it's duct tape. Not duck tape. If you need tape for ducks, they break it down by type of duck, i.e., mallard tape, merganser tape, wood duck tape, long island duckling tape etc. Just wanted to clear that up.

Bastard Sem you stole half my poem dammit. untitled It is a night of sorrow, a song of dark desire, wolves vent their howls. The beautiful one awakes. Death shrouds her gaunt form, an everlasting wrath. Her ebon hair cascades over fragile milk-white shoulders, and her full blood red lips part slightly, to taste the life streaming from the pale flesh beneath her. Now a night of ecstasy, I pine. This is fun.

I am sooo impressed by your knowledge of sticky stuff Dougie. Why is it that all the truly sensitive, smart guys are always taken? (sigh) (pitiful little moan) (slight pout which could be mistaken for a grimace)

you forgot a few: indian runner tape, crested tape, rouen tape... i said "duck tape" for fun. i've used duct tape plenty of times, esp in accessories (duct tape and cardboard make a wonderful purse). but you wanna talk about ducks? you wanna talk about ducks? how i wish that i still had some for visual aids to go with the speech.

fuck a duck with a rubber buck or fuck a buck with a rubber duck or duck a fuck with a rubber buck or buck a fuck with a rubber duck or duck a buck with a rubber fuck (?) or buck a duck with a rubber fuck rubber fuck, is that like a blow up doll??? or mayber a condom

I saw someone the other day at a costume party dressed only in duct tape.