Random crappy poetry #1

I am angry
And no body loves me
becuse of the darkness
in my sole

-finite-


by: Dark Messiah

I wuv you, Heathen-weathen.

hmph. I guess my genius is too great to be appreciated in it's own time.

Uhhhh... yeah. Something like that.

Good.

lol...the sad part...i really liked that poem. Something nice about it. A break from everything else. Kinda like popart. Stupid stuff that anyone could really do...but its still cool...

Anyhow...DM, did you write it? If so, was it intentionally sole? or was that a typo for soul?

It would hardly be in the Crappy Goth style if it weren't riddled with grammatical errors, now would it?



Random Crappy Poetry #2


Wuv
What is wuv?
Wuv has no place
In the blackness
Of my hart.

Just in case anyone's actually remotely interested, here's something from a couple years ago.



Something Wrong


There was a house upon a haunted hill-
Or was it a hill upon a haunted house?
But the owner of this house was a headless corpse;
And he had to endure the antics of a fearsome mouse.

And whenever the cadaver would stop to eat,
Or sit by the fire enjoying his tea;
The mouse would rattle his chains and shriek,
And would simply never let the zombie be.

So the ghast concocted a ghastly scheme,
Involving a fierce yellow tabbey cat.
The zombie waited for the mouse to appear;
And when he did, that was that.

For though the rodent devoured the cat,
As clearly anyone could foresee,
He was caught unawares by the corpse’s trap,
And eaten by a vicious, ravening flea.

Random Crappy Poetry #3


There is
Is a
Is stuff
In my hart
And it is dark.

The panda
doth tear me
from the inside.

A beautiful liquid
of spoiled nurturing
spills forth--
and stains this
cold
dark
room
black.

Beautiful. *cries*.