Hey girls and ghouls. lol lame
Today something happened. I don’t have the time or the energy to explain how it happened but just trust that it was rad. Today, me and a couple of my sick and twisted family members had a GOTH OFF. A ‘goth off’ is obviously a competition to see who is more goth. Please keep up, I really don’t have time to explain the basics… In today’s game, though, it was GOTH OFF: POETRY EDITION. Why else would I like, be telling you this? You’re allowed 20 minutes to see who can write the gothest poem possible. It’s not hard. If you like a challenge you can copy us (as usual) and choose an anti-goth subject and make it goth. Let’s think of some examples, together. You seem like you don’t get it. Okay so let’s say.. ‘sprinkles’? Possibly. But that topic is not really deep enough. ‘Easter’? No, that’s way too easy. Easter is the creepiest holiday there is. Jesus literally rose from the dead. Talk about goth... XD Anyway, you get the point and I’m bored. For our topic we chose ‘butterflies’.
I know you’re picturing it— them in Texas, me in New York, our beautiful, sad, sexy selves working away at our gothic butterfly poems on a Saturday evening. It’s a beautiful day outside but none of us care. Look, how many times do I have to say it? Goth girls don’t play outside. Goth girls stay indoors with our black cats and internal screaming and… u guessed it, poetry. OMG, my lightbulb just went out in my lamp. This is coming at you live from the pitch black. haha sick
So now that you know why the hell this goth/emo/scene girl poetry is showing up in your inbox, please enjoy… or don’t. We don’t give a fuck either way. 💀RAWR
I Eat Them Like Broccoli
By Some Coward Anon
butterflies, butterflies in my head
flying, sputtering around
but they’re all so dead
sad whispering wings, in my ear seems so distant, so unclear
moth man prophecy
I pick your wings off
I eat them like broccoli
moth man prophecy
not a moth but a man made prodigy
you fly up to the sky
but the wind takes you down
you land on my nose
and my tears cry you down
I dream that I’m you
and I’ll just fly away
but I pick off your wings
just to make you stay
so we can be alone and retreat together
unwind the metamorphosis and lie with one another
to dream the dream of once floating again
I’ve taken our wings and this I cannot unmend
Painted Ladies
By Me, Obviously
Painted Lady
Do your dance
Upon my bones
When I rest.
For you know death
The best
12 short months
From egg till West.
Pretty poison
On your wings
Spots and colors
Warning thee.
Protect my flesh
As you did yours
In blackened chrysalis
Amongst the thorns.
And when I wake
With wings like yours
I’ll no longer
Fly alone.
ButterCRY
By My Loser Sister Hannah
Beneath the fallen twigs and leaves
Lies a monarch with torn up wings
And I can’t help but feel like I can relate
to this once-complete beauty.
No matter how hard I try, I can’t take flight
Fragility and transparency are what I try to shake
But butterflies like us weren’t built with strength.
I cupped it in my hands
Threw it up in the air
Prayed she could fly again.
I looked up into the grey sky
Watched spots of orange and black flutter away.
Well, if y’all aren’t slitting your wrists right now I don’t know what else kind of reaction ur having. I hope these poems show you how fucked up and DISTURBED we really are. Until next time…
Also reply to this email letting me know you like mine the best. Thanks.
xXx Alexa Marie xXx
!!SPECIAL GOTH UPDATE!!
My favorite goth of all time replied to my email with her own poem under the topic of ‘butterflies’ because she wanted to show us up and guess what, she did.
Her poem is short and sweet just like her (but like in a hardcore way, duh). And she even attached a photo of her from possibly 2010(?) looking like a Victorian angel from hell. 😈
(I love how distressed the photo is. I can tell her soul is damaged. Like mine.)
I’m Gonna Call It Monarch, Is That Okay, Lexy?
By Lexy Haynes
Monarchs
a name of power and of the dead
14 sunrises
14 sunsets
orange, black, and thoroughbred
your days will end
when wings descend
Truly hurting after reading that. She gets it…
P.S. That tumblr pic of the ribcage with butterflies in it was her desktop background back in the day.
P.P.S. She’s currently a silversmith who makes goth jewelry. Look here.
P.P.P.S. Lexy inspired me to post photos of myself from my dark, dark past. Unfortunately, I don’t have many photos of me during my peak emo/scene days in 2006/2007 but I still have minor goth elements in 2011. Let’s take a look. Keep in mind I hard a dark green bedroom with black furniture pieces and weird vintage children’s book illustrations on the wall…
A little goth lives in all of us…
signing off