| Sorc's Goth Poetry |
| At the time of writing, roughly 2002ish, these seemed pretty cool. Now, I read them and think "Wow, way to go me and put different words in the same rhythm and rhyme schemes you talented dickhead." I still like them, but am a little concerned with what was on my mind at the times of these writings. D Cooney (Sorc) |
| ~Winter~ The days grow short, As time rolls on. The seasons set, As does the sun. A blanket falls, To cover ground. Winter comes, Engulfs us 'round. ~The Screams~ To hear the screams, Of souls long damned, The pain emerges, With one demand. It claws at sane men, Rips the mind to shreds. Tears at subconscious, The soul has bled. It calls our names, Beckons us to die. Tells us our set doom, Its voice does not lie. These screams nave no end, No end in sight. They're always repeating, "There is no true light." ~The Final Ring~ All the pain, All the suff'ring, None shall reign, With a final ring. My own prison, 'Tis not my bringing. Anguish within, 'Till the final ringing. Torment is petty, Yet still very puzzl'ng. All things are said for, Except the final ringing. The final ring, Be on its way. Always so close, Yet always with pain. ~Thus the End~ The simple madness, Set off by changes, So redundant, Due to small things. It sits in their mind, Driving the madness. Yet time after time, Its from the small things. The shouts and yells, Do drive them insane. Screams build dementia Feeding from small things. Yet they do pray deeply, That their death is relief. Life is a burden, Their death is sweet release. (This one is too important to go without special note on its meaning. Basically, 'teasing', embarrassing, even genocide like Hitler did, can be stopped if people would just accpet differences. that kid you harrass might just do something drastic...) ~Lonliness~ Solice never found, In emptiness abound. Being all alone, Is pure misery and woe. Harboring the greif, Keeping it beneath. May you find the one Whom with your love shall run. And when the day arrives, Hold in in your lives. Take it to the grave, For this you must be brave. Solice never found In emptiness abound... ~Embodiment of Horrors~ They rumble inside Tear their way through Smashing your thoughts Taking all with them To the depths of eternity. An endless abyss Of weeping and sorrow Leaving all in shreds Rampaging fury For total annihilation. Your mind help the enemy Your conscience killing you not Need of trust, but none So the horror still eats Away at your soul. The terrors just continue Ripping all away They don't ever stop The eating of mind and body Suff'rage until death and after. ~(Make up a title, I won't)~ If I were to die Just suddenly now it would be Ok Nothing of wow. I found my last purpose And succeeded it true oh dear.. i can't remember the rest =/ sorry ~The "Road" of Life~ 300 miles To the end of your days. and 100 miles should you smoke up the haze. 200 miles when you light up the stick and many less miles should you act like a prick 400 miles if you live a clean life but tortuous miles should you P.O. the wife 500 miles for those that are pure Just don't let your miles be just quite like the Feur's... |
| Cheesy Credits!! "Razo DeDezmona" for kicking off the thoughts in Embodiment of Horror. Good buddies from XBANE some months ago... we had gotten into a little writing duel... hehe... And... well... uhh.. I should get the confirmation of the others that helped out with them before I put their names on the internet... lol My journal and trusty pen for never failing me! (well, my journal got all ripped and torn.. lost a few pages.. and I lost the pen, so they really aren't that trusty, lol) |
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