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Ysabel Cruz Mar 2016
I am haunted by a past,
full of nightmares and a gun shot,
a melancholy day,
a restless night.

To when will I be,
at a place of a new me.
Here I am again.
Lost and never found.

I thought I was fine.
Little did I know
that I was wrong to say.
I was never fine.

A home is where
your undying heart stays.
I lost my home.
All I have is a place to live.

Every hour I am awake
at a place not a home.
I turn inevitably insane
like a gun unready to aim.

I am all alone.
Not a single one
can interpret what I feel.
Moreover, I am the black sheep.

Do I get to keep who I am?
NO--I can't.
I am limited to what I need.
How can I be better?

A water pipe that has a hole
can be fixed with a bit of tape.
However, it is never fixed
only pretending to be fixed --covered.

I was never fixed.
I was only pretending to be.
It's been a year,
and yet I am found at a grave.

Friends help.
Family don't.
I though we'd go as one
to overcome.

No one is listening.
I am watched over by
a ghost of
---nothing.
Pauline Morris Mar 2016
With bullet like words I'll let it rain
So everyone can ******* pain
Let them crumble under my strain

Someone needs to ring the bell
I already fell
All my life I've tasted the flames of hell

Hit after hit, bout after bout
No ones there to help me out
With deafened ears they hear my shouts

I've ran out of options, ran out of luck
Now I'm being ****** in, I'm stuck
Will no one brave the quicksand and pull me up

Look at the mess they made
Not helping a friend that could've been saved
I hope they never come to my grave
Echoes Of A Mind Mar 2016
I just don't care
Anymore
Load a gun
Shot me down
Put me
In my
Grave...

Free me from
Misunderstandings
And free me from
The pain
Load a gun and
Shot me down
Put me in my
Grave...
Viseract Mar 2016
Drop and give me twenty reasons
Why you shouldn't die

Drop dead and give me twenty more
For each and every lie

A gravestone awaits you
It even has your name
"Rest in Peace
You *******
For playing me like a game"
Don't **** with me
Haritha Seby Mar 2016
I am looking my name,
it was carved in the stone.  
Pines silhouettes dancing
in the dinky churchyard.
My life has abandoned me.
Now i am fragile!!
Now I stop fighting with my inner thoughts.  I am going to meet a lot of lonely people in the next week and the next month and the next year. And when they ask me what am i  doing, you can say, i am remembering. That's where i'll win out in the long run. And someday i'll remember so much that i'll build the biggest ******* steamshovel in history and dig the biggest grave of all time and shove war in it and cover it up.
Xan Abyss Feb 2016
Where is my love? Where is my child?
Where have they gone to, and where am I?
Where is my daughter and where is my wife,
Have they forgot me, after all this time?

My body lies under ancient stone
Encased in a box
Away from my home
Is there a Knight who can save my soul?
Take me back to the land I know

I wait and I long for my home
Under the sign of the Weathered Wolf

Here in my grave, not alive but awake
Weary and restless all the same
Where is my love, where is my life?
Do they miss me, are they still alive?
How long has it been? Have they gone with the wind?
No rest from the questions in my mind
Somebody please,  come rescue me
My soul is tied to the wrong side of the  sea

My body lies under ancient stone
Encased in a box
Away from my home
Is there a Knight who can save my soul?
Take me back to the land I know

I wait and I long for my home
Under the sign of the Weathered Wolf
A song about Chief Long Wolf being estranged from his home, prior to Elizabeth Knight finding and repatriating his remains.
Echoes Of A Mind Feb 2016
This is my grandfather
Or rather
It's his grave
You see
there's just the thing
that he and I never meet

He died before I was born
He didn't even meet his grandson
none of the grandchildren
did he meet
tho' he had always whished for it

So this cold stone
which is covered by grass
is the only kind of grandfather
which I ever had...
Cassandra Allen Feb 2016
I hear a melody in my head,
A song, and poem with an end.
The end is near as I command.
Left to be read by the living soon to be undead.
My poem,
Oh my song leads only to rotting flesh.
As my word are venom to your bread.
There no meaning just the ramblings of a mad person.
I am so mad, so tired, I sometimes seek death.
My heart shows no ache to the blind,
My voice shows no fear to the deaf,
My trust shows none to the shallow.
For my words are not a peace offering.
No, just the shovel.

The shovel for your grave.
Though I won’t dig,
But you will.
I did not undue you, but I began your undoing.
I feel somber today......
Silverthorn Feb 2016
The girl is silent
And there’re angels crying
Someone down below
Is singing
And a stone nearby
Is sadly smiling
Calling out “Peace!”
For another wearied traveller
Holey Feb 2016
You broke my heart
And had a part
In my early grave.
Yet you stand here and wander,
In a never ending ponder
Have you come to your conclusion?
Your eyes are scared
But your face holds a scowl
As if something is haunting you.
I forgot, I'm a ghost!
And I poison your dreams!
Maybe that's why.
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