My Very Own Darkly Gothic Poem



Slender beams of accusation enter
this darkened church as I kneel,
always alone, always supplicating,
frozen here,

Accusing forms wrought in panes of glass loom as
dust dances in the air,
forming an image in my mind,
sparing not my darkened soul.

Tears on humanity’s face.

I raise my head, now crying out for
this uncaring salvation.

I have been wondering how my 16-year-old son was getting A’s for his poetry in English. You don’t suppose? Anyway, you too can create a “Put Me out of My Misery” angst-filled Goth Poem. Just click on the link at the top.

Poetry, ballroom dancing, fashion and perfume. Now, this is a seriously cultured-up blog.

Found at Crazy Jay Blue

  • Patty says:

    Amy, everything has its own leveling factor. It’s about time goths got theirs.

  • gingele says:

    mad libs for goths. love it.

  • Cait says:

    I think we should make a “what perfume blog are you?” automatic thingamajiggy.

  • marchlion says:

    hahahahhaaha! reminds me of the stuff I wrote in college… remember when you did the “What Bad Book Am I” post? I don’t think I ever fessed up that I was Mein Kampf. How frigging sad is that?