#gothicliterature - Hello Poetry

This heart craves what is soft, What is of life, breath… love. It is a never-ending waterfall on those who wander across it— Unstoppable, unbending, unconditional, and sadly, all-forgiving. It attracts the bigger monsters, like prey in an open field; However, its eyes are bound to the closeness of their teeth. A rose-coloured cloth, made of fantasy and dust, Of a want—the need to be suffocated in love. It can’t help but be devoured by tempting, delicious lies, Like a dance of two souls, weaving in unison towards a sudden drop: Enchanting, hopeful, deadly. With every bite they take, a piece of my soul floats to the stars, Its rippling, golden shimmer that has travelled way too far. My subconscious flips between reality and dreams, Unsure if the gut-churning scream is coming from me. I feel my heart stutter as it begins to fade, All the pale scars etched on my skin are lessons I chose not to hear. I let them take bite after tearing bite, hoping this time it will be softer, But the hope and dream of "us" starts to falter. This heart has no flame; this hollow carcass remains. I’m clinging to hope that somehow, they will change. There is no boom, no beat, no whisper of life, Because my love is so deep, I will fight to stay by their side— Even if it means sacrificing my life. I tinker away, repairing the holes, But only so much can be done to save this withering soul. It’s all or nothing; I have always been this way, Born with this affliction that feels a lot like skin-boiling rage. I no longer have dreams of a warm, laugh-filled home, Or the joy of a cold band being slipped onto my hand, joining two souls. There has been more than one hunter to darken my heart; Once the current one leaves, I am done—I just can’t. I no longer want what is soft, warm, and full of love; I’d rather be alone and empty than full of hope. Love is a lie, a sick, evil joke.

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Apr 7

Apr 7, 2026 at 11:29 AM UTC

MelancholyMcintosh

The slow, never-ending death

This heart craves what is soft, What is of life, breath… love. It is a never-ending waterfall on those who wander across it— Unstoppable, unbending, unconditional, and sadly, all-forgiving. It attracts the bigger monsters, like prey in an open field; However, its eyes are bound to the closeness of their teeth. A rose-coloured cloth, made of fantasy and dust, Of a want—the need to be suffocated in love. It can’t help but be devoured by tempting, delicious lies, Like a dance of two souls, weaving in unison towards a sudden drop: Enchanting, hopeful, deadly. With every bite they take, a piece of my soul floats to the stars, Its rippling, golden shimmer that has travelled way too far. My subconscious flips between reality and dreams, Unsure if the gut-churning scream is coming from me. I feel my heart stutter as it begins to fade, All the pale scars etched on my skin are lessons I chose not to hear. I let them take bite after tearing bite, hoping this time it will be softer, But the hope and dream of "us" starts to falter. This heart has no flame; this hollow carcass remains. I’m clinging to hope that somehow, they will change. There is no boom, no beat, no whisper of life, Because my love is so deep, I will fight to stay by their side— Even if it means sacrificing my life. I tinker away, repairing the holes, But only so much can be done to save this withering soul. It’s all or nothing; I have always been this way, Born with this affliction that feels a lot like skin-boiling rage. I no longer have dreams of a warm, laugh-filled home, Or the joy of a cold band being slipped onto my hand, joining two souls. There has been more than one hunter to darken my heart; Once the current one leaves, I am done—I just can’t. I no longer want what is soft, warm, and full of love; I’d rather be alone and empty than full of hope. Love is a lie, a sick, evil joke.

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I don’t regret the way it happened; It was heaven on earth with the angel himself. He has a dark side that called to my soul, Yet his light is bright: pure, white, gold. The push and pull with this man, who has the heart of a lion, Is something totally addicting all on its own. I get high on his spirit, a new drug to behold; The come-down is hard, racing towards the ground. He has captured a part of me I thought had long since died. His kiss gives me oxygen in those private moments— The drive I need to survive. His hands in my hair, on my neck, down below— It’s possessive, yet gentle all on its own. When I’m with him, my body suddenly doesn’t feel like my own. His onslaught is wicked, sinful pleasure, his touch burning my soul; The obsession has taken over, and I can’t say no. For a few hours, he belongs to me—totally, completely mine. As we lie together during the come-down, side by side, The pillow talk of all the thoughts in his mind is my favourite pastime. To see the colours of his spirit, the vibrance in his eyes— When he talks about something he loves, I can’t help but smile. He is totally bewitching: mind, body, and soul. This spell he has me under has taken control. To hear his laugh, see his smile, know his spirit Is something I need; I can’t breathe without it. I want to know him—know exactly who he is inside.

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Apr 7

Apr 7, 2026 at 11:24 AM UTC

MelancholyMcintosh

I wanted it to be you, more than anything

I don’t regret the way it happened; It was heaven on earth with the angel himself. He has a dark side that called to my soul, Yet his light is bright: pure, white, gold. The push and pull with this man, who has the heart of a lion, Is something totally addicting all on its own. I get high on his spirit, a new drug to behold; The come-down is hard, racing towards the ground. He has captured a part of me I thought had long since died. His kiss gives me oxygen in those private moments— The drive I need to survive. His hands in my hair, on my neck, down below— It’s possessive, yet gentle all on its own. When I’m with him, my body suddenly doesn’t feel like my own. His onslaught is wicked, sinful pleasure, his touch burning my soul; The obsession has taken over, and I can’t say no. For a few hours, he belongs to me—totally, completely mine. As we lie together during the come-down, side by side, The pillow talk of all the thoughts in his mind is my favourite pastime. To see the colours of his spirit, the vibrance in his eyes— When he talks about something he loves, I can’t help but smile. He is totally bewitching: mind, body, and soul. This spell he has me under has taken control. To hear his laugh, see his smile, know his spirit Is something I need; I can’t breathe without it. I want to know him—know exactly who he is inside.

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I am starting to feel a lot more free, A lot more like me; The white spark of her soul is shining In these ocean-blue eyes, like the stars’ reflection on the water at night. I see her coming back, making her way towards me— I’ve missed her so much. The feel of her smooth, sunset hair, Like autumn leaves flying in the wind, Flashes of orange, brown, and gold swirling around. To see the rose-petal pink blush rise in her cheeks, Where a cold, colourless sheet used to be; Her smile, no longer mimicking a statue, Moves free-form on her face, Meeting the beautiful crow’s feet perched on the top of her cheeks. The laugh that once was a whisper echoing in the walls of her shell Takes up space again, dancing around the room, inviting others to laugh as well. She feels the need to dance again, Like water falling from a waterfall: shapeless, purposeful, powerful. No longer is she at the window looking through the glass, Yearning for it to shatter to join in the fun; She is front and centre, like colours flashing in the sun. She is beauty herself, looking at me in the mirror tonight.

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Apr 7

Apr 7, 2026 at 11:22 AM UTC

MelancholyMcintosh

shes coming back

I am starting to feel a lot more free, A lot more like me; The white spark of her soul is shining In these ocean-blue eyes, like the stars’ reflection on the water at night. I see her coming back, making her way towards me— I’ve missed her so much. The feel of her smooth, sunset hair, Like autumn leaves flying in the wind, Flashes of orange, brown, and gold swirling around. To see the rose-petal pink blush rise in her cheeks, Where a cold, colourless sheet used to be; Her smile, no longer mimicking a statue, Moves free-form on her face, Meeting the beautiful crow’s feet perched on the top of her cheeks. The laugh that once was a whisper echoing in the walls of her shell Takes up space again, dancing around the room, inviting others to laugh as well. She feels the need to dance again, Like water falling from a waterfall: shapeless, purposeful, powerful. No longer is she at the window looking through the glass, Yearning for it to shatter to join in the fun; She is front and centre, like colours flashing in the sun. She is beauty herself, looking at me in the mirror tonight.

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His gaze embraces me like a warm summer’s wave, The softness of these lips floats me away— Away from reality, this fire we call life. I’d get lost in this ocean if he was by my side; Every breath he breathes into me is like a soft sea breeze. His calm brings me to life, his storms surround me, Two sides of a coin: gentle and kind, But when the moon rises, the wild storm arrives. Lips on lips like lightning cracking into the water, Lighting up parts of me that I can’t even see. Skin clashing to skin, like the rolling thunder coming in, His hands dive down, surrounding all of me, They push and pull me under like the deadly, frightening sea. I feel like I’m drowning, but I love the feeling here, Under the water where my secret sins stay hidden. The weight of him against me is like a siren call; This is where I need to be, the waves rolling, pushing me higher. When I come up for air, he holds me until I stop shaking; I am not scared of this storm, I know he’ll keep me safe. There is a strange trust I have with the ocean; I know he sees me. Two souls colliding like water to the cliff is the most beautiful siren song to me.

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Apr 7

Apr 7, 2026 at 11:16 AM UTC

MelancholyMcintosh

Warm Blue Eyes

His gaze embraces me like a warm summer’s wave, The softness of these lips floats me away— Away from reality, this fire we call life. I’d get lost in this ocean if he was by my side; Every breath he breathes into me is like a soft sea breeze. His calm brings me to life, his storms surround me, Two sides of a coin: gentle and kind, But when the moon rises, the wild storm arrives. Lips on lips like lightning cracking into the water, Lighting up parts of me that I can’t even see. Skin clashing to skin, like the rolling thunder coming in, His hands dive down, surrounding all of me, They push and pull me under like the deadly, frightening sea. I feel like I’m drowning, but I love the feeling here, Under the water where my secret sins stay hidden. The weight of him against me is like a siren call; This is where I need to be, the waves rolling, pushing me higher. When I come up for air, he holds me until I stop shaking; I am not scared of this storm, I know he’ll keep me safe. There is a strange trust I have with the ocean; I know he sees me. Two souls colliding like water to the cliff is the most beautiful siren song to me.

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Lying in the cold wet soil, he has left me here for some time. The moss fusing to my slowly dying skin. The leaves etched to my skin like a carefully constructed blanket nature knitted just for me. Roots swelling from my back, solid, unyielding; morbidly beautiful. I lie as my heart shatters in my chest, the pain paralysing. Numbing; sorrowfully sad. Moulding to the earth is a better life than the different life I painted when my hope for love rested in you. Breathing short, shallow. Finally at peace with the fate I have chosen for me. A drag path at my feet the only evidence of where my grave will lead, Clothing littered like debris on the way: pieces of my ever-glittering soul the only shredded light to see. Torn pieces of confetti that once proved my love was alive and free. The memories ripped from me their gruesome, dull colours scattered segments on the ground for unlucky travellers to see. I look at the breathtakingly terrifying display, bark splintering, creating punctures in my skin. I feel the thick crimson liquid drain from my body starting to pool and congeal, creating a warm, adhesive, muggy bed for me. Watching the scattered memories - reminding myself of the life altering decisions that led me to this place. A melodic symphony followed by a thunderous, all-consuming rain. Being at the top of the mountain where he shoved me into free falling onto the needling rocks instead. Flying so high until he burned me, plummeting into a freezing abyss. …Every time a piece of my body violently cracked, my heart splintering, leaving matching bruises in between my broken, ruptured ribs. He heaved down this trail, my heel marks remain, Forever embedded in my last memories like a slowly decaying plague. The fight left my limbs during the last few feet, I do not see the point in exerting so much energy. Love just is not meant for me. The glistening rich remnants around me of who I once used to be, confirming my biggest fear. I am not meant to be loved, not now - not ever.

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Apr 7

Apr 7, 2026 at 11:05 AM UTC

MelancholyMcintosh

The Final Descent : Drag Path

Lying in the cold wet soil, he has left me here for some time. The moss fusing to my slowly dying skin. The leaves etched to my skin like a carefully constructed blanket nature knitted just for me. Roots swelling from my back, solid, unyielding; morbidly beautiful. I lie as my heart shatters in my chest, the pain paralysing. Numbing; sorrowfully sad. Moulding to the earth is a better life than the different life I painted when my hope for love rested in you. Breathing short, shallow. Finally at peace with the fate I have chosen for me. A drag path at my feet the only evidence of where my grave will lead, Clothing littered like debris on the way: pieces of my ever-glittering soul the only shredded light to see. Torn pieces of confetti that once proved my love was alive and free. The memories ripped from me their gruesome, dull colours scattered segments on the ground for unlucky travellers to see. I look at the breathtakingly terrifying display, bark splintering, creating punctures in my skin. I feel the thick crimson liquid drain from my body starting to pool and congeal, creating a warm, adhesive, muggy bed for me. Watching the scattered memories - reminding myself of the life altering decisions that led me to this place. A melodic symphony followed by a thunderous, all-consuming rain. Being at the top of the mountain where he shoved me into free falling onto the needling rocks instead. Flying so high until he burned me, plummeting into a freezing abyss. …Every time a piece of my body violently cracked, my heart splintering, leaving matching bruises in between my broken, ruptured ribs. He heaved down this trail, my heel marks remain, Forever embedded in my last memories like a slowly decaying plague. The fight left my limbs during the last few feet, I do not see the point in exerting so much energy. Love just is not meant for me. The glistening rich remnants around me of who I once used to be, confirming my biggest fear. I am not meant to be loved, not now - not ever.

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Her ******* arose and fell with mine Dare the foolish lip divine? Too rapt by Time's celestial wicks, Spend the days along the homesick. Young flowers with their own lesson given, The world's day and love are riven. Without the beam, from our dreaming, Bright as the need of a star. Rich in the red, unto the dew, Too fair, so shy, too new!

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Jan 29, 2021

Jan 29, 2021 at 7:39 PM UTC

enderblur

new romance

Her ******* arose and fell with mine Dare the foolish lip divine? Too rapt by Time's celestial wicks, Spend the days along the homesick. Young flowers with their own lesson given, The world's day and love are riven. Without the beam, from our dreaming, Bright as the need of a star. Rich in the red, unto the dew, Too fair, so shy, too new!

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Death calls to me. I kneel before her at full length— Beside my lyre she would now dwell, She was my smiling and my Soul! Laid her on my golden door— Beside my heart, she was my bride. Laid her on my throne in sky— An angel throng! with her bright eyes. Death kissed my lips. And when my deep blush went in gold, I reached the end of her bright eyes— She was my own sweet dream! Shed all around me in a winter night, Laid her wide head on my gold light. Thus on that eve, as on that night Held her white breast with its love light, Kind solace to her burning sight!

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Jan 29, 2021

Jan 29, 2021 at 7:36 PM UTC

enderblur

—death

Death calls to me. I kneel before her at full length— Beside my lyre she would now dwell, She was my smiling and my Soul! Laid her on my golden door— Beside my heart, she was my bride. Laid her on my throne in sky— An angel throng! with her bright eyes. Death kissed my lips. And when my deep blush went in gold, I reached the end of her bright eyes— She was my own sweet dream! Shed all around me in a winter night, Laid her wide head on my gold light. Thus on that eve, as on that night Held her white breast with its love light, Kind solace to her burning sight!

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**** me now, I'll put myself to a grave. The coffin gives the whole of me. The moment, but no power can ever save! Let me die. Sit in these gardens with your dark eyes! Silent the matter lies; Keep a wanderer out in sky. I won't return. Find no escape in me. Slow down the wilderness I see, That crowd around thy home and be!

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Jan 29, 2021

Jan 29, 2021 at 7:31 PM UTC

enderblur

under the willow

**** me now, I'll put myself to a grave. The coffin gives the whole of me. The moment, but no power can ever save! Let me die. Sit in these gardens with your dark eyes! Silent the matter lies; Keep a wanderer out in sky. I won't return. Find no escape in me. Slow down the wilderness I see, That crowd around thy home and be!

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I dreamt of you again Your anguish resurfaced And washed over me It was not enough For you to haunt me in life But you even haunted me in death I found your grave Brushed off the face Those lingering feelings remain Like a vampire in the night How did you sink your fangs In so tight? I dreamt of you again last night Your anger was ready to fight Bleeding Screaming I don't know what to do Anger Rage It took its toll body and soul You bestowed me with your love You bestowed me with the truth This is the end of a dream I wish you well.

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Oct 26, 2020

Oct 26, 2020 at 10:50 AM UTC

Oneofthegreats

The End Of The Dream

I dreamt of you again Your anguish resurfaced And washed over me It was not enough For you to haunt me in life But you even haunted me in death I found your grave Brushed off the face Those lingering feelings remain Like a vampire in the night How did you sink your fangs In so tight? I dreamt of you again last night Your anger was ready to fight Bleeding Screaming I don't know what to do Anger Rage It took its toll body and soul You bestowed me with your love You bestowed me with the truth This is the end of a dream I wish you well.

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