Lips of a Stranger

Have you ever watched from a distance

And imagined kissing a stranger?

To wonder what they would say and do

As you held them close

And gently brushed their lips with yours

Would they respond to your touch

And kiss you back?

Would you be strangers any more?

Will it take away the excitement

That has built up over time?

We were strangers for a while before we met

But had passed words of love

Expressed feelings that were locked away

And trespassed in each others dreams

Strangers with a distance between us

Time could hold us apart no more

And the distance between us joined

A relationship bound forever and a day

Strangers we were no longer

As our lips finally met each others.

One Night Stand

I gave in to the temptation of lust

To have just one special night 

I knew the consequences I was to make

And the guilt that would follow me around

To feel his breath on my skin

And his touch on my body

I closed my heart to feel the magic

That we both made that night 

The magic of our entwined bodies

Feeling the heat and the ecstasy

As only two bodies joined together can feel

But the ache would grow when he turns and leaves

I knew he was with another

When he came to me that night

But I pretend he was all mine

Just for the naughty pleasure of a one night stand.

World Goth Day

Firstly, happy "World Goth Day", to fellow minded goths out there.

I suppose you could say I have been a self proclaimmed "goth" since I was 25yrs old.  I admit I started late there but at almost 36, I am happy to say I still follow the goth way of life (unfortunately I have to tone it down a bit for work).  I took that first step and dyed my naturally blonde hair, jet black, and I have not looked back since.  I always wore black clothes anyway so I was already halfrway there. 

Tell me this, how do you meet likeminded people in a town where you are the only goth?  Simple.  You use a computer.  I had my friends (very girly) but, they accepted me for me.  Admittedly they did try a few times to get me to wear pink or some other bright ridiculous colour but they finally gave in to my way and let me be the person I am today.  I used to get the odd stare or comment, sometimes it hurt but most of the time I ignored it.  My friends would give me the comment, "You rock", quite a nice comment really besides, who else were they going to borrow black eye make-up from on Halloween?  They certainly wasn't going to waste their own money just for one day.

What kind of Goth am I?  I am a hopeless romantic who loves the works of the great poets, Shakespeare and listens to the music of "Within Temptation, Lacuna Coil, Serena, and have to admit have gotten in the The Black Veil Brides".  Am I an evil person? No.

Why should we be classed as self harmers, moody, suicidal just because the way we/I look?  We wear dark clothes and listen to dark music, but we are still human.  And now we have a day to celebrate this.  Today was the first time I heard of it, but it is now engraved in my mind and it will be a date that I wont be forgetting in a long time.

Enjoy yourselves out there whatever you have planned for our day to be as one.