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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.
Poetic T Jan 2016
sorrows clouds gather
souls breath does envelope me

leafs descend like tears
MdAsadullah Jan 2016
Austere, aged trees standing since years.
Shrubs, grasses and wild flowers abound.
Similar in appearance, grave after grave.
Serenity everywhere, tranquility surround.

But matter is different from beneath the earth.
Serenity is just an illusion beneath the skies.
Let not the perpetual calmness deceive them.
All those who look with their worldly eyes.

Their deeds accompany them in their graves.
All alone the dead ones never dwell.
Grave is but a garden from gardens of heaven.
Or it is just a pit from the pits of the hell.
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