Virgo30's blog: "Gothic Love Poems"

When, my fingers searching, I whisper in your ear it doesn't mean what last night it meant: the pressure of the skies demanded a venting; tonight I need to go it slow. Slide my fingers along the fur of your stomach chills, saliva cooled. That taut canyon of muscle channels my tongue to damper ravines. Could you lick and kiss me yes-- this is the sensation. Here is my gasp. We have become of eachother one; this fluid is our snowmelt. By Jason Paul Fox

I'm smothered by a memory tonight, entangled in your finger's phantom touch, the filgreed chills of your delicious bite, trapped in the comfort of your drunken clutch-- for what your ardent kiss meant yesterday seems so clear it stings like shards of glass that slash my eyes to hear your echoes say "what is now, what was then, this must pass." If lost, these words are simpler than they seem; simply listen to the echo when they pass: they say I want to haunt your every dream-- it says "dream on, you're an ass." By Jason Paul Fox

Tell me how it happened in those strident tones that once shook my lips, shaken once the tones in those lips that told me it happened, how my strident touch quivered through you, as the echoes had flickered through the candlelight once- once your touch had echoed through flickering quivers, the candlelight, as through the lips that once in shaken tones stridently echoed my touch, through you. By Jason Paul Fox

When the candles gutter and the bedsheets entangle me in the convolutions of an indistinctly menacing emptiness, and i wander like a lost child through gaping chasms of the unfamiliar terrain of loneliness-- When the light flickers like a moth against the face of this black world and my soul is flailed in the silent faces of loves lost in time, and I feel the nails driving me through; when there is nothing to forgive, and the penance seems too light-- It is in these times of horror when the town clock rings only a moment, and the echos follow me out of the bedroom and through the door, that I wish you were with me; only you can dispell this horror. By Jason Paul Fox

When buzzing silence is the only sort of music my care-weary ear can stand, and I become a hairy, pus-filled wart that shames the muse's lovely powdered hand- When walls remove me from the pressing crowd, suppress me with their invisible load, my hands become too big, my voice too loud, I sit lost on dusty foreign roads friendless, devoid of meaning, all drawn in from contact needed from those I repell because I feel boorish, painfully thin, and on my magnified faults I must dwell- These times I yearn for you to save me, you can soothe this pain, and help me make it through. By Jason Paul Fox

The soldier raises his gun one last time The Nazis are on the march He is out numbered but he refuses to yield They are fighting in the streets He is situated at the corner of a building He shoots at the enemy He takes out three German soldiers But another seven remain One of the German soldiers and takes aim And kills the brave British soldier He falls to his knees And then keels over He breathes his last breath The war continues but the soldier has done his job He resisted the evil tyrants Back home his wife and child wait for news of their husband and father Some days later a letter arrives in the post The wife opens the letter with tears in here eyes She know by the envelope that the news is bad As she reads the letter she sobs uncontrollably Many years on the wife is in France to visit her husband's grave Her grown up son accompanies her They stand by the graveside and read the inscription "A beloved husband and father Who died to save our freedom" They lay down some flowers and utter some silent prayers As they walk away her son speaks to his mothers "Some things are worth dying for whatever the price" "To live in freedom rather then under tyranny is the greatest gift of all" "Sometimes we have to make sacrifices for things we believe in" The son later married and had three children And they lived comfortably and at peace All thanks to their father and grandfather Who will always be remembered for his bravery and courage.

James studied hard He wanted to work for an advertising agency Designing adverts that would stun the world He loved his art He fell for a girl called Sarah They were together for six months But in time Sarah lost interest She found him a little dull And found somebody else to impress James was devastated and crept silently into his shell He rarely went out and immersed himself in his art He still did his studies and got good marks But nobody notice him slipping away Into a world of his own He started to hear voices Telling him to paint pictures of demons and devils Telling him to start cutting himself His parents took him to see a psychiatrist Who recommended a spell on a mental ward So he could receive the appropriate treatment James was somewhat concerned He didn’t quite grasp what was happening And the voices kept telling him to harm himself So he slashed a knife across his throat They moved him to the Intensive Care Unit He continued to paint his pictures He was moved to long-term care out in the country He continued to paint The only thing that comforted him He still hoped to work in advertising But the world was passing him by His parents still visited every few months But his contact with reality was somewhat limited Such is the life of the mentally ill So take care not to lose touch with your friends Or you too may lose touch with the real world Think of poor James when you are getting married And having children He is lost in his dreams of glory and success Sitting on his bed in a mental asylum Still painting his visions and dreams

Serenity sat on her bed and listened to the music Playing over and over on the music box It was her most treasured possession It had been a birthday present to celebrate her tenth birthday It was a haunting tune and the pink ballerina pirouetted and danced To the tune and the music box play on and on Serenity was now 35 and had lived here for 10 years She had been engaged to Steve They had first dated at the school prom Just after her 16th birthday They had gone on holiday to Spain and Cyprus Bought a home together And soon they would be married But one night he found Steve in bed with her sister Sapphire She had screamed at both of them She screamed so much that she passed out with nausea She was taken to hospital and stayed over a few nights When she returned home Steve had move out A week later she discovered he was staying with Sapphire They both laughed at her and shouted "poor Serenity" One night soon after she took an overdose of sleeping pills Her mother found her slumped over her bed She was taken back to hospital And although she recovered physically Her mind could not deal with the shock of recent events She returned to her childhood lost in daydreams She was moved to the psychiatric ward And there she remained for ten years Some of the patients complained about the music going on and on all day The same simple haunting tune It drove them to distraction But it was the only thing that helped Serenity to stay calm and relaxed She remains there to this day listening to her music Lost in childhood dreams of innocence.

Goth girl Just trying to get by Searching for someone to love Longing to break free of the chains that bind her Cannot see the point in conformity All those around her have let her down Parents and teachers Nothing they say has any meaning for her She is looking for her own way She sees glamour and pride in the gothic community These people are proud to be different Living life on the edge A darker sense of adventure and enlightenment The secrets are there to be found Darkened awareness is there if you search for it A new perspective on life In which negatives can be turned into positives Enter the world of darkness And find comfort within These people are hurting inside Crying out to be loved And this unusual company of misfits Is like a pack of wolves Looking out for each other Even in your darkness you can find inspiration Let your imagination light your path And find your way to a new beginning