i think i'm gonna become a goth poet

[Bob]

and try and fuck goth chicks. i bet they're hot under all the belts

the human ants crawl up their mound
they roll their burdens for their insect queen
my soul is feces
let me pound your mound

[TAL]

It might be difficult getting those tight jeans off.

[cosmo105]

a goth couple is walking down the street. which one is the girl?




THE FAT ONE LOL

[Bob]

you laugh at me because i'm fat

i laugh at you because...you're fat

[zorra_chiflada]

i like how on tv shows and in popular culture goth chicks are portrayed as these sexy, mysterious girls. in real life, they're fat and weird looking and still can't do makeup so well.

[mickill]

I've kinda always thought of you as one anyway.

[yeahwho]

Being a goth poet is right up there with being a grunge barista in Seattle.

[mikizee]

i have a poem. its called 'how do girls pee?'

How do girls pee?
They never taught us in gym class
Splash

[Bob]

I've kinda always thought of you as one anyway.

as a poet? thank you!

[Lex Diamonds]

black walls close in
the choke tightens
devotion is slavery
love is dirt
a deathly kiss
from festering lips
rot with me

[mickill]

as a poet? thank you!

Well, a goth. Welcome.

[mikizee]

'From the perspective of a goth chick'

I once hated being fat and ugly.
I now embrace it
I pretend i make myself ugly and sad on purpose
Its easy being goth
when your fat
and
ugly.
splash

[skra75]

fragile breath forms a fragile kiss
framed in blood and shrouded in frost
a veil built of black
and a teardrop frozen
cold whispers across a cloudless room
a darkened sky, come haunt with me
drop together down a darkened path
we'll die in tears then march together
alone with voiceless, shadowed footsteps

[funk63]

I wrote a poem. its not really gothic but its on the emo side u could say.

[funk63]

u could assume*.

[Bob]

Well, a goth. Welcome.

i'd complain but i probably am a couple wallet chains away from becoming one these days

[Kid Presentable]

Black Bucket Special
KFC Goth Box
Meal deal
Special treat is a razor
slice off my nipples
if you can find them
darkness beckons
soul without a glo-worm
my eyeliner is running
straining from constipation
bowels of society
clogged with fibre of the pretty
scrub my face with coal
wash my hair with motor oil

[insertnamehere]

are there still goths these days? i thought they all went emo