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Not Goth

my  clothes are black

my hair is dyed

i keep to myself all the time

my mails are black

my makeups dark

why don’t you leave me be

i am who i am

my clothes are black

my makeups dark

i’m not as scary as i look

— CryingPagan89, Aug 30, 2007

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poet_inside

18 years 11 months ago

Good

I like this poem. Yes this world is very judgmental. A nice poem. The title just doesn't seem catchy enough yes I get the "idea" of Goth being black and dark but I think there could be a more creative title. Your language use I felt was nice. I know you don't want spelling corrected but I liked the poem, so I figured I'd tell you, you got mails instead of nails. A nice read thanks. Have a good one. Brittany Rae
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purplemoondoll

18 years 11 months ago

Agree with all the above

And its an interesting write. I feel this piece could be developed a little more though - see what you think. You have started some thought provoking threads here about assumptions and labelling - I would love to see if you can develop that a bit if you can. Please feel free to ignore if you think this runs fine as it is. There is another typo too - just a small one my makeups dark - should read my make up's dark? I enjoyed reading this - different to your other work here.. definitely look forward to seeing more. Cheers Kaz
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orgami

18 years 11 months ago

about you

liked the use of I and My in your poem i use edit when my fellow poets let me know of typos or a better word usage and i go back and try out different words and try to fix my spelling four years ago i wore black nail polish dyed my hair black wore all black clothes and i was scary looking before i did all of that but i wasnt scary inside and i believe you arent when you tell us this either good poem i like it!
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IKnowNoBox

18 years 9 months ago

I am not a loser/bum

I wear rags Thread bare my hair unkept My nails with dirt a smirk on my face why don't you get to know me I don't want to be them These clothes are rags my smirk is a plaque I am with you because you stopped to read . A muse of mine Belle Morte's Rose has an amazing gray Cloud over her and It is hers.I got to know a young girl while in the 5th (or so )grade and I so wanted to make her laugh,(as class clown that was my duty, Well she was barly in class gone for weeks at a time I learned she had her home work picked up .I got closer to her then my friends at the time and the one thing that struck me was she said,"you can sit close to me or hug me ,but if you kiss me I'll punch you out,"still makes me laugh.yet she "vanished".... Luekimia took Alicia at a young age that summer I found out .Friend living with knowing I never asked here Why she was sad.that I just wanted her to be Happy,Perky and Rainbow Bright I failed her.I will not repeat that mistake .What is your Whoa Friend? That wrings such hope from your being? Toward a grayer tomorrow. In ink, David
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Vasyl Puzanov

18 years 6 months ago

New idea! I like it!

Hm... My ex-goth friend always says so! :-)!

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