the black abyss of righteous hatred -- a darkly gothic poem generator
on this cool and rainy september evening, a certain sacrilicious and darkly sinister colleague passed along a link to the gothic poem generator.
my own poetry is dark as marshmallows, but i'm always willing to try. i selected #5 on the menu, the "black abyss of righteous hatred" option, which yielded this offering:
what you have done
what have you wrought?
a smothering indistinctness of misery as sentiments twist.
once we drank of innocence,
open and untainted,
but your desire drifted away.
a clouded pool of bitterness -
drops of blood follow darkness, follow rain,
love bled dry.
in a haze of sorrow,
i still love you.
hmmm. this feels more metal than goth. that is, clouded pool of bitterness and haze of sorrow strike me as more volume 4 than head on the door (don't believe me? try the lyrics with this versus this). to cleanse the palate, i tried a simple love poem generator. here's mine:
Your skin glows like the pomegranate, blossoms warm as the sunflower in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your guitar voice and leaps like a lizard at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great hawk wing.
I am comforted by your snap-front shirt that I carry into the twilight of shackbeams and hold next to my arm.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of oil.
As my shoulder falls from my boots, it reminds me of your tin.
In the quiet, I listen for the last thrum of the day.
My heated neck leaps to my belt. I wait in the moonlight for your secret blacktop so that we may step as one, neck to neck, in search of the magnificient orange and mystical hood of love.
wow, this is much more difficult than making poetry from scratch. i ran into some confusion with the body parts on this one (my shoulder falls from your boots? my heated neck leaps to my belt?). that said, i think the orange and mystical hood of love works well with the secret blacktop and twilight of shackbeams imagery. i'm not sure which poem is scarier, but it is nice to have options.
if you dare to geek out and try this your own self, post the darkly sinister and/or fluffy marshmallow output as a comment. don't forget to choose an appropriate nom de plume -- i'd probably post as unlicked cub for the first poem but buck tenderness for the second.