peacefully destroy their oh so immoral entity
her stained destination should analyse his song mindlessly
resent the unconscious ignorance
your mindset could love his war cruelly
although her threatening chains could endure God's disease together

her hopeless scar shall never feel his venom inadvertently
as the ignorance shall never glide along her ignorance silently
still placidly they embitter their ghost - you are hardly unaware
your really lifeless place could crush his resting place darkly
rapidly comprehend his wounded entity

her sting should fear our hell placidly
because his grey eternity shall never touch her razor somehow
again they identify someone's mind - I am rather dark
together I glide along God's revenge - I am rather grey
their revenge could ignore her cell softly

again you understand our chains - you are very chilling
while eternally taste our oh so boundless flame
but suicidally they rape someone's song - it is so bright
somehow analyse this conscious mind
mindlessly you grasp my sting - you are rather external
his mountains ...

softly you recoil from God's ghost - it is hardly desperate
while heartlessly you conceal your eternity - it is oh so unaware
and then crush someone's mindset
her journey could identify God's fate mystically
although our spirit shall never hear our resting place mystically
our fateful ghost ...

Come to me, o' sweet razor's kiss!

...

If what you call "poetry" can basically be replicated by a random goth poetry generator, it's not a poem.

Live If You Live
I scream but you don't hear me.
I cry but you don't see my tears.
I laugh but you don't with me.
I lie but you only see the truth.
You make me sick when you don't
see me. You only see the good
you don't see the pain or the
burns. You don't see the
depression you barely see
the life inside of me. You
don't see that I'm real
that I'm not plastic or paper.
I cant live if you don't let me
I cant be real if you think I'm fake.
I cant die if you believe I live.
I'm not sad if you think I'm happy.
I cant do anything without you.
I cant breathe if you hold your breath.
You hold my life in your hands and
now I'm pushing you to release it.
-lemedagirl420

.....


eh... here....

Today I stared into the sky,
and I began to wonder why
Love is quick and limber to
swirl up and swallow you.
It takes over your heart
and tears you apart.
It tears at your soul,
and it takes control.
Yes, love is quick is limber to
swirl up and swallow you.


I'm bored to tears.
I'm bored to tears.

That was great stupidity!
This is my poem:
Somewhere
There, in that wakening zone of lament, there, with
daggers and horsemen clashing their steel, there, al-
ways there, with the taste of the world in my mouth
and atterified heart in the damn-from that circle of
fear I go down to the sea and the sea and its light.

Everywhere emptiness, luminous water, a tidal pool
throbbing with gold. The damnes drift themselfes into
magnified angels and rise in the wind. I hear them
come singing, their hair blown with the sun and their
wings are the arms of the sky.

___You think you're cool.
I really don't.
You think you should,
I wish you won't.

You post your thoughts
Onto this site
No matter if
It's wrong or right.

Just take a hint
And go away.
Go sell yourself
Over Ebay.

Too bad for you
You got no bid.
Oh, wow, that's it!
You're just a kid.

This poem is
For all of you
Who need me to
Rip äss anew.


--product of stupidity © 2004