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here i am.
it is now that i realize that i am nothingness
not the nothingness that comes about from feeling
depressed but the actual sence of not being here.
i am nothingness, here me roar!
I am nothingness, for it is just my innocent
little brain here. traped, in this body that i
call my flesh.
Everyday nothingness knocks on my door. Away i
scream. screams are all the fill this little
child's chamber.
My life goes by. Day-by-day. lifetime-by-lifetime.
everything is so still but time forces me to move
on. i dont understand why....
for I am simply nothingness,
nothing more, nothing less.
And when you've become nothingness you will
understand not at the start.
let the ages pass you and you'll then see that
theres actually nothing to undertand.
For the world is full of this nothingness.
i sit alone upon this chair. I watch the the
screen as these words type. But who wants to know?
who wants to know what I am doing?
Only Purging,
These empty words....
These words of nothingness....

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wow............

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lol, i was the newset member here after you. thats werid...

well if thats a compliment then im flatured :) . I've just begon writing poems in august.....

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wow your really good, yay i am not the newest member anymore. so i am kinda freakishly strange without the kinda part. but yeah...ok i am gunna shut up now.

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lol golgothica, nice poem! :D

just a suggestion, if you made your line breaks a little more meaningful as to put emphases on the lines and make it more rhythmic then i think it would flow better, but good job nontheless, your poetry is great.

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seeing how i can not post this in a new topic i will post it here. ive gotten some praise for it adn decided maybe it'd be worthy of this site....


Spiritulally Forsaken

i find myself surrounded by these black bars...
sin has now surrounded me and my heart
i have nowheres to flee for i am stuck...
you hold your hand out. you have such a beautiful
face. charming smile and large eyes. i am
attracted. do i take your hand? do I really want
out? these bars look strong. i dont know if you
could really pull me out from my cage. and if you
were able to would you be strong enough to hold me
for i am quite heavy with anguish. why is it htat
i do not except the fact that you care. that you
love me or that you want to save my soul? i do not
even know what to do. live a life where i'll be
happy or live a life where i can do whatever i
please? i am so lost and though i know your hand
is there... do i really wan to grasp hold? i have
come custom to the pain, maybe even to the point
of being sadistic. What does your god think of me
now!? here i am. lying in a puddle of blood, with
my face in my food tray. i have not been cleansed
for months. i wonder if my life style is better
suited to the left hand path. the direction of
destrution. the crooked road to hate. i have
forsaken my god long ago it seems. will my life
after my death be nothing? will my direct be
found? white or black? up or down? good or bad?
north or south? light or darkness? love or hate?
death or life? these questions boggle my mind as i
fall to the floor in confusion, in my ragged
clothing and sleep with fears of what the
tomorrow's will bring.

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This is the first actual gothic poem i write. i obviously picked an easy topic to write about but none the less am glad to be able to experiment.


Little Girl Black

cold. wild wind .when the sky becomes blue-like black
i stand there thinking of you. thats all i ever do.
i know what i has to be done.
But at this point it doesnt matter
For I'm part of what you've become

close the door. let the wind filter through my hair
dance along with my long black trench coat
I see through you like glass
The glass that is about to brake at any moment
if only you saw yourself like i see you now.

Look up. I dart through the late winter sky, looking for you
You take the black out of the gray
while others take the white
why? why do you do this to yourself?
You are too good for this world.
Sadly it will never know, never know who you really are

So innocent, elegent, danty, and ever so fragile
The moon light hits you so gently, you are a goddess
you are on the floor
bloodstains on the door
the little square room looks like its closing in on you
dont trust your mind. its a lier.
there is no such thing as truth anymore

You are a fool.
You should know better, little girl black
You dont understand but your killing yourself
i see you. I've alwasy seen you
your body says so much. hesitant with fear
youve forgoten yourself-lost in your own mind
latch onto my hand. I will take you away from it all

the fog sets in...
dont worry my love...
we'll be gone before the dawn



---> More Of My Poetry <---

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Wow Golgatha. I'm speechless.
Sint mihi dei acherontis propitii, valeat numen triplex Jehovae, ignei areii, aquantani spiritus salvete: orientis princeps Belzebub, inferni ardentis monarcha et demigorgon, propitiamus vos, ut appareat, et surgat Mephostophilis...

quod tumeraris: per Jehovam, gehnnam, et consecratam aquam quam nunc spargo; signumque crucis quod nunc facio; et per vota nostra ipse nunc surgat nobis dicatus Mephostophils!!!
-The Summoning Satan Scene of Faust

What I have shown you is reality. What you remember, that is the illusion.
-Sephiroth



When you choose not to give in with all of your being that is when you truly transcend your humanity.
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The Unspeakable
Yggdrasil
Beastmaster
The Great Sephiroth
Dark Messenger
The Unborn
Wolfen

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are you commenting on my latest one or all?

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<center>Hello?</center>


Hello?
He asks humbly if anyone is there.
And to this moment he still awaits for your reply
Indeed he is alone, was it that ovbious?
Slowly wonder away from this dismal place
Theres nothing for him here, he mutters, not now.
Into the mind the child goes and him only
He thinks of dirrty thoughts and bad things
People say hes out of touch-loseing grip of reality
Hes lost the ability to make contact with peers now-a-days.
Alone in his own mind,
A chain reaction of obscene ideas flutter though his head

He has been waiting for you for some time...
Waiting for a creature as dispunctional as him
He watched your body
Watches it slide closer
Does he touch?
Is she drenche din the same sin also?
The scene is already played out
Yes, this is what its come down to
and to be honest...
This is only one of the childs sick desires

He knows all too well she is not on the same page as him
No one would ever be.
He ripes off her shirt with his hands
To then lay his hand onto the the shirt.
She stares at him in complete unsecureity
He can see through her asif she was nothing at all
He slitheres upto her and lays hes head upon her stomac
"Do it" she said "DO IT!" she yells
And so he grabes his @#%$, gives it a couple of rumbs
The injects her with a new found poison
"Harder!", "HARDER!" shes a bitch that just wont shut up.
Finally hes here. the filthy cum that she has long awaited

There is a pause between the two.
Her mind is filled with contentful thoughts.
His mind?
He grabs kitchen knife...
He needs to remove the bondage leather from his mate
Oooops, he missed the leather...

Now you see the boy alone on the street curb.
No-one knows what hes thinging of
and
No one care

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The Children's Secret


For the past decade spirits had been traveling into our realm. Small eyes are open to these creatures and they should not be.

Children are one of lifes most beautiful creations. The are pure, honest yet timid. They speak of things of nothingness and irrelevent babble. Some say that they are able to see through the nothingness our lives have created, or are blinded from the truth.

In these distant years there is a plage. Diseases come and a cure if found, then a new disorder is brought about. satisics speak of a incline of distured children. What is causeing this is is on the mind of every specitalist. Baffeld they are. Simply put it just arises one day and never seems to leave. there is not a known cure. The only conclution... a fear of solitude and the night.

If you ask any adult they wont give you much for an answer. they all seem to agree that the state tbhat the little children are left in is whoreible because they are tramatized by something. Some figure its just a chemical in balence but interestingly enough none are able to say that they believe their children. Perhapshs because they cose the door to the mind

The children know for they are timid,
and have yet to grow.
and yet to forget.

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The Empty Truth -

A million miles I have ventured
No one has seen what I have seen
No one could compared the my distant thoughts

I am weightless, I have no insides.
I gave them up for the truth.
Don’t bother to shed your pity

My head tilts,
From my face up rises a smile
My hair out on end

Call me mad
You’re the ill-witted one
So say what you will

You’re the fool, so play along
It’s quite the game you see
Sadly I’ve beaten you all long ago.

I am eternity
I know and understand all
I control all that you thrive on

If only you were here
Perhaps it is I that closes myself off
But maybe its just you. Just maybe.

I hold the key
The key of truth

Lend me your life support
I’m hungry
And you will become empty like me

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My State of Mind

I scurry to the corner
The swept dirt
Dispose of it
There will always be the remaining traces of me there

I never watch what I say
I speak my mind
For that’s all I pride myself on having
Close the door open the mind
Close the mouth
And talk with the creatures in your head

I’m ashamed
I’m dirty
I’m naked
I’m filthy

My thoughts were interrupting
Colliding unto each other
Beautifully dysfunctional
Thought interrupting thought
Care to get entangled in my web of confusion?

I don’t know if I can trust you
People come and they leave
Your at another state of mind
So you wouldn’t be able to follow my heart anyways.

Grab the needle from your counter
Sew my mouth closed
My words have expired
Lost any relevance to you

Hate me
Choke me
Brake me
…Mute me

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oh my god...you and i think and write so much alike its scary...i was in tears when i read your poetry...it is the most beautiful thing ive ever read...i would seriously liek to alk to you maybe you can help me out




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