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Goth Fall
Goth Fall
What a cool gothic chick I hooked up with online.
We shared the same interests.
A pretty, kind, intelligent, funny woman.
I thought this is it.
I've met my soulmate.
No more loneliness or being misunderstood by the wrong gals.
What a catch.
Something stopped us being together.
She sensed it.
Bad news got in the way of us.
Half a bottle of vodka engulfe...
Monday 19th February 2018 10:52 pm
Natalie. Politico (from my new series of Natalie poems)
Natalie. Politico.
There was trouble in The Argentine. A few of Natalie’s friends spoke out against the military junta who ruled the country. The two girls and one boy, all aged eighteen had simply vanished. Natalie was scared. Roberto warned her not to speak out. The same people who forced him into the army, ending his college studies, had apprehended the teens. Their fate was unknow...
Sunday 8th April 2012 2:41 pm
GOTHIC STORM
GOTHIC STORM
Gothic storm across the heavens, splitting
the sky in two creating a rip in the fabric
of the sky into which the earth will fall,
doomed and dead into the abyss of time
forever more. We are the generation of the damned,
condemned to be this for the rest of our lives
until we die, by our own hand
or that of Old Father Time or of our enemie...
Thursday 12th January 2012 1:27 pm
ANGST
ANGST
To be a Goth, do I have to suffer so? Have loneliness burn into my soul, sadness fill my heart, loss bring me to my knees?
All I have is my life and a few songs to help me by in this endless grey world of mine,
no Goth girl to save me, no real escape from this morose existence to gain ascendancy to the heavens.
A soul mate I yearn for, to escape the barest mini...
Monday 12th December 2011 4:36 pm
GOTHIC STORM
GOTHIC STORM
Gothic storm across the heavens, splitting
the sky in two creating a rip in the fabric
of the sky into which the earth will fall,
doomed and dead into the abyss of time
forever more. We are the generation of the damned,
condemned to be this for the rest of our lives
until we die, by our own hand
or that of Old Father Time or of our enemie...
Tuesday 25th October 2011 4:26 pm
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