curgoth: (Default)
( Feb. 5th, 2008 10:39 am)
For [ profile] much_ado

There once was a man from Nantucket
whose walrus oh so luved its bukket.
One day walrus groaned,
it had just gotten pwned;
Said the lolcat "O HAI, I JUST TUK IT".

(From here)
curgoth: (Default)
( Feb. 14th, 2007 07:47 am)
I post this every year on Valentine's Day.

It's not directed at anyone.

I'm just generally bitter about Valentine's Day.

A Valentine's Day Poem

Violets are blue
Roses are red
I hate you
I wish I was dead.

curgoth: (Default)
( Jun. 13th, 2006 01:51 pm)
Caffeine paranoid
You are all out to get me
And my magic beans!

Chemically awake
Bad for me but I must work
I wish I could sleep

Creeping ants inside
I want to go hide away
Grey summer skies fume
curgoth: (Default)
( Mar. 2nd, 2006 10:53 pm)
More than one person has posted poetry today, and I seem to be in a mood for it.

So, recommend poetry to me. Who's your favourite poet? What should I read that I haven't?

(My favourite, by the by, is Yeats.)

Alternatively, write me a poem! I'll save you from having to read any of mine, though.
I post this every year on Valentine's Day.

It's not directed at anyone.

I'm just generally bitter.

A Valentine's Day Poem

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I hate you
I wish I was dead.
curgoth: (Default)
( Oct. 27th, 2004 10:44 am)
Exhausted people
Are less charming than normal
I need to sleep more.
curgoth: (Default)
( Oct. 16th, 2004 07:15 pm)
When you see this, post poetry on your journal.

For Anne

With Annie gone
Who's eyes to compare to the morning sun?
Not that I did compare,
But I do compare, now that she's gone.

by Leonard Cohen
curgoth: (bald)
( Apr. 22nd, 2004 08:45 am)
this one's a bit longer )
curgoth: (Default)
( Apr. 21st, 2004 10:40 pm)
He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven (W. B. Yeats)

Had I the Heaven's embroidered cloths.
The blue and the dim and dark cloths
Of the light and the night and the half light
I would lay them at your feet
But I, being poor, have only my dreams
Tread softly, for you tread on my dreams.
curgoth: (Default)
( Dec. 3rd, 2003 08:44 am)
Let's Play tag...
This is a new game [ profile] corwin77 invented. It's called LitTag. The gist is this...I post a quote or short reading or poem...then I tag some one this person posts a piece they like and tag someone and so it goes.

William Blake's "The Sick Rose"

O Rose, thou art sick!
The invisible worm
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,

Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.

I tag [ profile] webby!
curgoth: (sad)
( Sep. 12th, 2002 08:20 pm)
I'm not sure why, but damn near everyone I know is having a really shitty time with life right now.

(And I'll be there for you... As the world falls down...)

For myself, I've been on the edge lately; meandering through melancholy, edging through ennui, but today, I am beginning to feel truly depressed. The sort of mood where even when I smile I feel like crap.

(O Rose, thou art sick)

I recite bad goth poetry now;

Despair, despair,
As black as my hair

Despair, despair,
Joy has gone; where?

Despair, despair,
Wish I'd get killed by a bear

Despair, despair,
I wish life was fair

(It is the blight that man was born for; It is Margaret you mourn for)



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