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Amanda Woolley Jul 2016
Look at how wonderful life can be
everyone seems to tell me
i cant blame them, its my own teaching
i wonder if they know its lies im preaching.

I dont feel happy, stuck in this flat
but of course i dont tell them that.
I tell them to fight with every last breath
I wonder if they know how much i want to embrace death.

I'm so trapped in whats supposed to be a normal life
with a nice flat, destined to become someones wife
with a few kids and a picket fence
I wonder if he knows that for me it would all just be pretence.

I just want to run away
Chase the sunset on a harley everyday.
Stop all the charade of a happy mandy
I wonder if i'll ever feel free.
I am in a stable happy relationship with a good life but something feels missing. And i just want to learn how to ride a harley motorbike and just ride off into the sunset. Brand new on the spot poem. Title is a famous quote by marvin the paranoid android from hitchhikers guide to the galaxy.
Amanda Woolley Jul 2016
I haven't been here a lot, I chose to escape this world for a while,
so I could control the feelings of hate behind my smile.
I was hurt in this world so into my daydreams I ran away,
in the shadow of the trees I hid from the harsh light of the day.

Whilst I was gone did you miss me?
Or was I just another forgotten memory?
Did my face haunt your worst nightmares?
Or did you think 'Shes gone but who cares?'

I hate this world I have ventured back too
I gave up all the fantasies and dreams to be with you.
But why should you care you ask? It's not your life thats dying,
At night in bed it's not you that is crying

I paint a plastic smile on my face whenever you're near,
and I pour sweet idolizing words in your ear.
I let you treat me like a slave because then at least I'm noticed by you,
but yet still you'll only be happy on the day my lips turn blue.
Inspiration song- Missing by evanescence.
Idea behind it- Someone who lives in their own world in their head to escape the harshness of reality leaves that place behind and tries to find happiness with her partner. But he didnt even notice that she had gone away into her own little world partly because he hates her.
Amanda Woolley Jul 2016
Mr Peeler, Mr Peeler, why do you creep into my room at night,
and feed nightmares into my brain to give me such a fright?
Didnt your mommy ever tell you its naughty
to scare a little girl like me?

Mr Peeler, Mr Peeler, why do you hide in the shadows of my room
and why is there a stench of doom?
Why, once you've pulled my eyelids from my face,
do you run away as if you are in disgrace?

Mr Peeler why, with my eyelids did you make pretty butterflies
once you had ripped them from my eyes?
Why mr peeler did you have to be so cruel
and never let me sleep at all?

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Okay so when i originally wrote this poem it was because i couldnt sleep very well and i had just remembered a grizzly tales for gruesome kids episode i once saw. (for those who dont know what grizzly tales for gruesome kids is, its a cartoon that aimed to scare children into being good by saying stuff like if you refuse to go to sleep mr peeler will come and rip off your eyelids because he thinks you dont need them.) . Out of all the characters I saw on grizzly tales for gruesome kids I liked Mr Peeler the best. Which leads me nicely back to my poem. I wrote this as if I was a little child who didnt want to go bed so Mr Peeler ripped off her eyelids. Let me no what you think, also i'd be interested in knowing who else has heard of Mr Peeler before now.
Amanda Woolley Jul 2016
I thought I was past it, the horror and the lies,
the hurt,the pain, all the things that made me cry.
I thought I could take the humilation of bullying jibes
and still want to be alive

But last night you tore open the wounds, made me bleed
and gave me more scars that I dont need.
The pain you inflicted caused more damage then you'll ever know,
maybe to escape soon into the ground i'll go.

Your insults didnt just create new wounds you know,
but also opened up the old scars I never show.
but I geuss you just dont really care,
because you never like to play fair.

Now I'm fighting hard to stay sane,
and trying to ignore my pain.
Somewhere along the way I lost my will to survive,
now I really dont want to be alive.
Inspiration- Repeated Bullying. I was bullied by a girl i knew when i was 20 and one night we all went off in a group to the local garage and she picked on me so much i walked off to cry but she picked on me on the way back as well and threw pop at me for walking away and putting myself at risk of being hurt by someone. (Oh the irony). Because according to her i worried the whole group including her when i walked off; funny way of showing me she cared.
Amanda Woolley Jul 2016
I hear the laughter and the rounds of applause.
Why did no one tell me there was no get out clause?
Everyones cheering because I've saved the day.
I smile graciously but I really want to say:

I'm not a hero even though I rescued you.
Helping people is just something I tend to do.
Although I'm superhuman, I am allowed to make a mistake.
I'm just so normal that sometimes I feel like a fake.

Dont look to me when you need to be strong,
or when your life starts to go wrong.
Remember this, its something I want you to know.
I'm just a girl, you're the real hero.
Inspiration behind this poem: the movie Hancock and the line 'I'm just a man not a hero' in the song Welcome to the Black Parade by My Chemical Romance. I really like this poem, I like how I managed to twist the title at the end.
Amanda Woolley Jul 2016
'O' piteous hate,
'O' hateful pity.
Watch as chaos ruins the city.

Watch as I,
with gun held high,
Shoot my lover between the eyes,
and smile as he dies.
Okay so basically the idea for this was that during a huge riot a woman shoots her husband and uses the riots as a way to cover that crime up.
Amanda Woolley Jul 2016
It’s a Saturday night and yet again,
you walk in and act the same.
Coz you’ve been drinking as I can tell,
I'm surprised you’re not locked in a police cell.

Good old Jack other people say,
he’s the life of the party every single day.
He can drink us all to the floor,
I wish they could see you when you walk through the door.

Every day you get mad because we’ve got no whiskey,
then you start to take it out on me.
You never really seem to care,
that you’re a drunk and you’re asleep on the stairs.

I try so hard to help you to bed,
and my reward is for you to punch me in the head.
So tonight once you’ve lay down to rest,
I’ll just go **** myself, its for the best.

And the next day when you’re more sober,
And go to the bathroom to fight your hangover.
You’ll see my body on the bathroom floor,
I’ve got about 10 minutes to live and then I'm no more.

You’ll hold me so close as I lie down to die,
'Please don't leave me' you’ll say as you start to cry.
I promise i'll change, I wont ever hurt you again,
my reply? 'its too late now, you caused me pain.'

So now as I draw my last breath,
and start to wonder if there’s life after death.
I look for one last time at your face.
and with my last words I’ll say you’re a disgrace.
The title ( well to be accurate the word cutting in the title) has a double meaning. The first is that the lady in the poem is killing herself to escape the violent relationship and two she cut her wrists to die. This is a fictional peice which kinda follows on from my poem same old brand new you. Kate and jack ( the two main characters) did get back together after he lied and said he quit drinking. This poem is what happens when things go to **** again.
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