According to Theme
1) Romantic Goth
Romantic Goths usually dress themselves with the Edwardian and Victorian Renaissance themes or anything with lace and frills. They usually have an outlook of being greater in their capacity for love than the normal people do.
2) Mopey Goth
Mopey Goths also dress just like Romantic Goths; however, most of them usually prefer to be in the modern apparel. They think that gentleness is effective just for sometime for gentle people always perish in the unkind world in their eyes.
3) Fetish Goth
Fetish Goths could be identified because they dress often in leather, PVC, chains, and fishnets. They are more of liberal Goths because they believe that gentle people are people who are just too prone to oppression.
4) Perky Goth
Perky Goths are “cool type” of Goths because they ride with the famous and usually go fetish, modern, and cyber.
5) Rave Goth
Rave Goths could be identified by their phat pants, t-shirts, tank tops, and glittery accessories. They usually believe in showing off what they have.
6) Geeky Goth
Geeky Goths act just like normal school people because they believe in the power of simplicity of a Goth.
7) Vampire Goth
Vampire Goths also love to show off, however, in the dark side. They usually dress in jet set, formal attire, and romantic themes.
8) Pagan Goth
Pagan Goths usually take some of the symbols and beliefs of occult of the old civilizations, such as Celts.
9) Renaissance Faire Goth
Renaissance Faire Goths usually come in fashion through their Renaissance, medieval, and Scottish attires and often use their skills according to the principles of humanist writers of Renaissance, such as Machiavelli.
10) Christian Goth
Christian Goths are just Goths who might also be in the scene, though they follow a certain religion under the cross.
According to Skill
1) Goth Writer
Goth Writers are skilled people who could compose different genres with topics of the Goth culture or anything which pertain to thriller. If not figuratively haunted, their writings might just give someone a psychological effect.
2) Goth Musician
Goth Musicians are skilled people also; however, they concentrate more on the combination of words, rhyme, and tone. Their lyrics often pertain to the occult or any other thing which seems to produce a feeling of darkness.
3) Goth Metal Head
Goth Metal Heads are also Goth Musicians; however, they concentrate more on the heavy tones of the simple band instruments.
4) Goth Death Rocker
Goth Death Rockers are also Goth Musicians; however, they concentrate on being behind the scenes even if they have a great musical talent.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
A Brief Goth Timeline
1967: Hippie, as a counter-culture, saw the world was so exhausted with war and they promised to change everything with love.
1977: The punk culture saw that the world was still so exhausted and made a violent pessimistic reaction
1981: Goth was established because people under the culture saw the celebration of dark recesses of the human psyche, which includes the beauty of ones dark sensuality, sweeping sadness, morbid fascination, forbidden love, and enduring pain.
1977: The punk culture saw that the world was still so exhausted and made a violent pessimistic reaction
1981: Goth was established because people under the culture saw the celebration of dark recesses of the human psyche, which includes the beauty of ones dark sensuality, sweeping sadness, morbid fascination, forbidden love, and enduring pain.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Vendetta
By Drake_Lestat1992
This serves as your bitter end, debonair
The wage of humiliation you gave me
Your burden and fury forever be
You punished your own self for what you dare
I make you suffer with my deadly stare
Such a living hell you will ever see
A worst feeling of insecurity
This is the feeling I would like to share
My blood of cold fire has just run too deep
For you killed me to break a holy creed
But then, I had no death or pain to feel
Now, I send you to your eternal sleep
You even wished to be finally freed
Then nightmare come and show you what is real
This serves as your bitter end, debonair
The wage of humiliation you gave me
Your burden and fury forever be
You punished your own self for what you dare
I make you suffer with my deadly stare
Such a living hell you will ever see
A worst feeling of insecurity
This is the feeling I would like to share
My blood of cold fire has just run too deep
For you killed me to break a holy creed
But then, I had no death or pain to feel
Now, I send you to your eternal sleep
You even wished to be finally freed
Then nightmare come and show you what is real
Nightfall in Avernus
By Drake_Lestat1992
The whole day was dull and dark
Though it had made a new remark
To let darkness sing like a lark
And start an eye-opening spark
Unto the blade of this evil hatchet
Are things that caused too much regret
Now, catch yourself in your own net
And accept the death you never bet
Now that I crossed the seventh sea
The pain is already gone from me
In your knees you will fall and see
The new supreme that is meant to be
Through great Marius' and Faustus' stand
Back from the great mage's land
I take the darkest strength on my hand
And hold this place unto my command
The whole day was dull and dark
Though it had made a new remark
To let darkness sing like a lark
And start an eye-opening spark
Unto the blade of this evil hatchet
Are things that caused too much regret
Now, catch yourself in your own net
And accept the death you never bet
Now that I crossed the seventh sea
The pain is already gone from me
In your knees you will fall and see
The new supreme that is meant to be
Through great Marius' and Faustus' stand
Back from the great mage's land
I take the darkest strength on my hand
And hold this place unto my command
Scarlet
By Kah
Smile, sardonic, wicked but fleet
Vitriolic like the potent poison
Stealing fragments from inside of you
For a moment, just a moment
Smile bittersweet…let it linger
Then pull the dagger outPay no mind to the raw flesh
It may snatch on its way Nor the elixir of existence
Turning putrid, reeking death
Gushing from the crevice
It won’t be much longer now…
Surrender the light unclench it
From blood-stained weary hands
Embrace nothingness…it is time
Smile just for a little while
Then smile no more.
Smile, sardonic, wicked but fleet
Vitriolic like the potent poison
Stealing fragments from inside of you
For a moment, just a moment
Smile bittersweet…let it linger
Then pull the dagger outPay no mind to the raw flesh
It may snatch on its way Nor the elixir of existence
Turning putrid, reeking death
Gushing from the crevice
It won’t be much longer now…
Surrender the light unclench it
From blood-stained weary hands
Embrace nothingness…it is time
Smile just for a little while
Then smile no more.
Excerpt from Nymphet in Red
By Janua Y
---
I am the nymphet whose your heart did desire… I am aware of it but dare not to comprehend. I took a glimpse of your eyes… they speak your emotions… but I would rather go blind than clearly see it through… It is delusional – forget it!---
Come, you little hypocrite - submit yourself to me on this realm of darkness, to my cradle of filth and forget what your heart did contain.---
Now, slowly - crawl crawl crawl with the serpents.
The Widowed Night
By Fallen Angel Slave of Music
I dream of a valley made of gravewhom bodies are for those soul are trapped
Imagine the city filled with blood
The sky who murdered all the starsand the moon who once bold in nature
Now sorrowed, drowned and thorned
Those eyes i see every night
Makes me fell my knees and pray in peace
For those I saw was as dead a blackI wish I could draw his heart
So I would stitch the part where it was ripped apart
To the ripper been cursed for so long
You made already to much pain in the heart
Now its time for your burial , I'll mourn for you
Wear your bloody gown for its your end of time
I dream of a valley made of gravewhom bodies are for those soul are trapped
Imagine the city filled with blood
The sky who murdered all the starsand the moon who once bold in nature
Now sorrowed, drowned and thorned
Those eyes i see every night
Makes me fell my knees and pray in peace
For those I saw was as dead a blackI wish I could draw his heart
So I would stitch the part where it was ripped apart
To the ripper been cursed for so long
You made already to much pain in the heart
Now its time for your burial , I'll mourn for you
Wear your bloody gown for its your end of time
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