Rose Gothic Poems

Within Me

Trapped within, a tempest roars,
Where demons dance and anguish pours,
In the haunted halls of my soul's estate,
Dwells a darkness deep, where love and hate...

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             Echoes of the Heart


I’ve walked this street before, through slick remnants of...

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I cut. 
I cut into my flesh to see the blood pool into 
Droplets, to feel the sensation of being ALIVE,
Instead of the incessant dream-like...

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I knew the damned
Descended from the angels yet locked in flight
Their utter beauty, deflated pale and the lilt of their wings
Distinct from the night

One of...

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I warned you about Mother telling her stories.
I warned you,
but you wouldn’t listen.

I warned you about the magic
of golem and djinn,
about lilac walks 
and mysterious...

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Something inside me is calling
Some things are caught on thorny thoughts 
Sometimes I radiate and deviate as thoughts linger

I bleed icy dreams
Dark as ink, silent...

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Suffocating from their world, breathe dark—
Block in the orbiting around each other’s heart;
Hidden the face, barring like glass,
Rather than pull the reverse of an upturned...

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I like walking in the park just so long as
it's not after dark 

Because when it is it bristles with
a sordid air of unease and...

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Big secrets, in rose tinted glass,
the grandeur of life just a mirrow view apart.
A sweet fragrance of falsehood guards the heart,
Beauty is at the price...

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..... SONG OF DEATH ......

Tick tok, Tick tok,
In the past, goes the clock,
Where there lived a girl...
In a cottage, white like pearl...

She used to sing...

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Night 3
It’s still in my garden.
It’s back with a vengeance.
I can it see it there, lurking:
face black and white, its tail mocking.
Three nights in a...

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Thunderheads tumble 
in from the north
the sky is 
Dull lead dark 
at its core a storm 
waiting to be born
Thunder clouds like
that of different deities...

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Down secret streets, I glide
Down boulevards that twist and turn
Down the lanes of lost imagery 
I have seen in vacant rooms
Of awakenings
Of wandering shadows
Your eyes...

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Crushed stones
trampled upon
desire raped
the rose vase broken

Diatribe and gothic screams
songs twirl inside my head
my cold cold face my fortress
a magic cruel horror place
in the dark......

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THE RUIN 
an Old English poem about fate & destiny
modern English translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

well-hewn was this wall-stone, till Wyrdes wrecked it
and the Colossus...

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