i'm a goth, i'm a happy goth, all my poems are true, except the ones about vampires, and even those have some truth in my life in them. i just started getting back into writing poems again so i know sometimes my rhyming is shakey and that some of my lines dont rhyme, but thats my style so when you comment me dont point out that some of my lines dont rhyme, thanks. i want to get out of this state and go somewhere, anywhere but here, and i drink to much. i think my favorite poem that i ever did is, Is This What Love Is. but i'm writing more every day so it might change. if you comment/rate me i will return the favor. |
My parents drove me to this
ah... death is such sweet bliss...
He was looking for the remote
hair coming from a mole...
The sky springs to life, the suns fingers...
Birds in their resplendent glory...
This poem is about my anorexia
They say I'm "to thin" and "we can...
This poem is about my anorexia
They say I'm "to thin" and "we can...
The sky springs to life, the suns fingers...
Birds in their resplendent glory...
He was looking for the remote
hair coming from a mole...
My parents drove me to this
ah... death is such sweet bliss...
Pain is temporary |
People wear masks of decency, but deep down they're all rotten as the sky is big. |