Friday, June 02, 2006

The Goth-O-Matic Poetry Generator


For the tortured souls who aren’t creative enough to express their angst without outside help I present The Goth-O-Matic Poetry Generator!

Here’s my poem:

Alone in Darkness

The night falls in a heavy, suffocating cloak, cold and alone are we.
The light for which you sacrifice yourself
Flares once, then dies,
Crushed by the all-encompassing dark.
All hope must surely perish.

Your heart desires no more.
How could you cause such hurt?
Shadows surround us, crying,
We are fallen.


Boo hoo! Didn’t that make you cry?

3 comments:

Lt. Cmdr Oneida said...

Wow, like I totally feel your dark tormented pain. You should totally start a site dedicated to your sad poetry that you use to detail how hard your life is. You could call it something like March Snows ;P

Michelle Pessoa said...

The desolation of my soul is like the searing heat of August. Not March, dammit.

No one understands me!!

A Army Of (Cl)One said...

I feel like wearing black, hanging out at an indie college town coffe shop, smoking clove cigs and snearing at the J.Crew kids now.

I hope the feeling goes away before I burn all my Polo shirts.