Goth culture is for me. It fits.
morose subculture of Gothic fantasy.
Darkness at a safe distance.
Anarchy. Nostradamus. Doomsday.
Under my black trench coat exists the poetry
music and dress of the scene
that spans an array from passive fantasy
to brutal reality.
Whether in a dungeon or with a dragon
black is my keeper
in a world of medieval images in the shade.
Funerals and the macabre
are commemorated in my symbolism
that distances me from the school jocks.
Occult. I want to be left alone
but I want to be seen,
and see the shock and mystification in the faces I meet.
Body piercing, bondage items,
light-colored makeup
in my medieval, Victorian, and Edwardian history.
Religious symbols adorn, depression surrounds.
Sullen, withdrawn in the general public,
happy around other Goths
and my gloomy music.
Pain. Anger. Dysfunctional family
with troubled childhood are my scars.
Desperation, despair, angst
are my daggers.
Like a silent film I walk this life.
As a dark painting I populate it.
I see the coming destruction
and the world crumbling around me.
Where art seems to be lacking,
I bring darkness
and embrace it
with the murky recesses of my human psyche.
Dark sensuality, outlawed love,
deep sadness as we ridicule ourselves
then break out in laughter.
A good smoke.
If someone looks like a Goth,
and likes Goth music,
there is a good chance the person is a Goth.
Especially if they deny it.
Mohawks, fishnets, black eyeliner,
long black hair in 18th century garb
in crushed velvet and leather,
shimmering black satin and PVC.
A haunting female singer
on a doomed planet
dressed in black and white,
chained platform shoes,
streaming studded dress
spilling like a sad anachronism
onto the mystical stage of life.
I'm even fond of the books and gifts,
clubs and shops,
concerts, events,
bands and people,
blogs and gossip.
Into the future- wired with LED's and WIFI,
armed with lasersabres of Gothic light.
For now I am a corporate Goth-
less disturbing to my co-workers
and yet satisfying my tastes-
black-fitted suits, black shirts,
red ties, embroidered brocade vests.
toned down, but it still feels like me.
Conservative Goth.
People think it’s a designer thing.
Little do they know
how well it fits.
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I know this might've been pointless but I just wanted to get that in! I love the way you described the goth culture as more than just a fashion or music genre..once again you have proven to take your work seriously and this piece is obviously thought-provoking! welcome to my bookmarks list yet again! lol
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