A Collection of Gothic Poems by Kitty the Dreamer

Wrapped in your black leather and lace

Black fingernails and heavy metal

All in my dirty face

I tiptoe down the hall

Barefeet on black plastic

Tap on the bathroom door

You pull me inside quick

My bonds fall to the floor

You stare at me with that look in your eyes

You're yearning to be satisfied

And I give into the desire

My body feels like it's on fire

Take me under

Take me over

Heavy Metal Lover

When we're done you put me away

Push me into your filthy velvet box

And you'll take me out for another day

Another day when you need to play

And that's alright with me

The moon was full

I could hear cats screaming in the distance

Children's laughter filled the streets with clues of candy stomach aches and empty enthusiasm

I sat on my front porch

sinking into a pool of my own misery

When a dark cloud rolled in

and he stepped out of the night to rescue me

His hair was black just like the Halloween sky

His eyes glowed with the wisdom and protection of an owl

My Jack O' Lantern,

He saved me from all evil that night

his morbidly beautiful demeanor weakened my detached blocked black heart

I fell in love immediately, but where did my king of the night go?

Now I'm left here all alone, once again

To await the next Halloween eve

Enter my dreams

Take me away

Away from captivity

And into Bliss

Granting me Freedom

If only for one dream

Give me wings

So that I might fly

Into your arms

Into your heart

Into your filthy charms

My Heavy Metal Lover

You have a "whiskey mouth"

Kiss me, make me believe

That this isn't just a dream

I want to feel you in this moment

You and I alone

In the shower

Take me under

Take me over

My heavy metal lover

Sing to me in that deep silky voice

Wrap your pale arms around my body

It's like I never once had a choice

I must give in to your every whim

Teeth sinking into my longing neck

Blood sensually dripping down my chest

Laces tightening down the center of my back

I live in a state of constant unrest

Thinking of you

Dreaming that you

Could come and make me a vampire too

Veins are bulging, longing to be punctured

Sink your fangs into me, through to my core

My heart and body yearn to be taken and ruptured

Sweet vampire lover, just walk through my door

Desperately swimming for land, struggling to find breath
All was quiet and calm just seconds beforehand

I look up in a moment of sheer terror and see my fears take shape
Into the ugly, monstrous form of a wave

So large it could swallow towns in its path
But coming forth to take me down

To swallow me whole, drown me in its deathly grip
The wave overtakes me and pulls me under...

To my watery grave

I fight against its force and ungodly power
Pulling myself towards the surface

Though I can't find which way is up
I push and pull against the ocean

Energy focused on finding oxygen
My entire might searching for a breakthrough

Then...all is calm again
The waves have diminished

Leaving me to fend again for myself
leaving me to my own wiles and destruction

Fifteen men on a dead man's chest....

Blood spilling over the sides, the moon's rays turning the tides
You watch as the world and what is love passes you by

The waves lap up and over the sides of the blackened boat
Your soul and forgiveness is a hole, a drowned moat

Surrounded by despair and doubt, of which you'll never find out
Guts and glory overtakes you, wretchedness producing gout

Fifteen men on a dead man's chest
Or is it fifteen hearts stabbed by a dead man's wrist?

Death and decay creep up and over your entire being
Anything good has already faded or is dying

Spurting and spouting, the black and redness pours over
The sides of the chest, with moans and darkness under

Seeping from the insides, slowly renching down
A dead man's heart lost by a single, simple frown

Forever destined to sail the seven seas in search
Of one who he loved and lost, fated to be cursed

A hundred broken, necrotic hearts bundled up in a row
A dead man's chest filled with hatred, with nothing of love left to sow

Cold, sopping waves lapping at a withered chance of goodness
Hope is destiny's lost ship, enveloped by a storm of cruelness

Fifteen hearts fill a dead man's chest
Forever cursed by the hatred of one

This poem was inspired by a series of dreams that I've had lately. Dreams that scared me and yet enlightened me to see someone who has been hiding in the chasms of my mind and soul for many years. Maybe she has just recently awakened...I can see another person looking at me from the mirror, and I also see storms ready to blow that other person away forever...do I let the whirlwind of life tear her away from me? Or do I let her thoughts and dreams come out and stay?

Who would rule my life and decisions...the woman on this side of the mirror or the other woman from the other side of the mirror? Is the mirror double-faced or is the sword double-edged?

Of a Thousand Faces by NeedchemicalX

Why do these questions dance around the mind?
Looking out over the horizon, one I thought I'd always find

Waiting to carry me home, to the arms of the known
Comfortable and warm, never noticing the brewing storm

But it's here now, ready to envelope me completely and fully
Gazing into the mirror with two faces, one of confidence
The other of hidden, utter disgraces

Would I interrogate myself to go back to the beginning?
Maybe I would find something worth learning

Would my world crumble, the twister suck me up inside?
From this thought, I muster up enough courage to hide

Beneath the blankets of sheer reality, keeping myself oblivious
Ignoring everything to put it out of mind, to reject the obvious

The person in the double-faced mirror is me
And yet another me lies right behind...waiting to see

The destiny of my hopes and dreams becoming reality
No more mute existence, quiet utterances

Being loud and clear would be an enormous relief
Not hiding from fears or doubts, but dealing with the grief

From pulling that doubled person out from behind
The mirror of self-loathing and wondering will unwind

The clock is twisting and turning and melting into fate
Serendipity takes over my fantasies, I'll just have to wait

Wait for the right time to be that other person
To follow the true desires within my heart and soul

Letting go of second-guessing and slavery
Being free...completely and utterly

Waiting...I'm waiting...do you hear me?

Swaying to the beat
the snake slithers and shakes

The mother moves in slowly
Focused on this place

The spirits are awaitin'
Dancing for the season

Magic from the motherland
Eluded with Mary's hand

Come one come all
Spirits to the call

Fire's ablazin'
Ancient Saints achasin'

They come in
They take over

Women wiggle and writhe
Spirit rushes in like the tide

Nerves shaken
Souls stirred

Let the magic take over
Let it cleanse and smolder

Like the bright orange fire
Power and knowledge is desire

Saints and spirits
Meld together as one

Mother Marie steps out
into the middle of everyone

A woman so hated
and yet so loved

Who is this woman
Was she sent from above?

A woman full of magic
who nurtures and heals the sick

Who aids the needy
And welcomes the spirits

With the power to encourage
And the power to divide

The turn of the tides
The spirit has come

to New Orleans

Background to the Poem - Marie Laveau

Every once in awhile I am inspired by a powerful woman in history. As of late, my creativity and inspiration has been enhanced through the study and interest in the life and power of Marie Laveau. If you don't know who Marie Laveau is, she is considered the Voodoo Queen of New Orleans. She lived in the nineteenth century and was well-known by many. Some people loved her, while many hated and condemned her.

Marie Laveau was not only a powerful practitioner of New Orleans Vodou (Voodoo), she was also a nurse. This woman was not only intelligent and spiritually powerful, she was also a caring woman...some even say she could have been a Saint. While still others believe that Marie acquired her "magic" from simply knowing the right people in the right places, I believe otherwise. Her power and spirit have encaptured my mind and heart...let her do the same to you. We might all learn a little something about magic and life from the Voodoo Queen Marie Laveau.

Written and owned by Kitty the Dreamer ©, 2012. No replication of these poems is permitted unless permission has been acquired by the author herself.