The lost graveyard of the souls forgotten long ago. poems by Pansy Wayero (changed name)

MyChemicalBlack:

I really liked "Mr. Peeler The Sleep Stealer", it made me smile.
I love stories like this (inner 'likes anything mortifying' freak coming out, lol). xD

Either way, 'twas awesome-- as usual. *claps*

thanks for saying you like it. i wanted to write about insomnia but didnt want to write it so that it seems boring.

oh page claim on my own thread! i'll call it nightmarish thoughts! lol random

barcoded.:

Sorrowful tears run down my face,
my head is bowed down in my disgrace.
And screaming demons are waging wars in my head.
But what do you care? You just want me dead.

You take great delight in hurting me,
by making me feel unloved and unworthy.
Slowly you are driving me insane,
but I'll never show you my pain.

I can't show you my tears,
or confide in you my greatest fears,
because to you sorrow is a sign of being weak
and you like to use that to make me feel like a freak.

So stolen tears I shall not shed,
and you shall never meet the demons in my head,
You taught me I dont deserve to cry at all.
Do you want to watch me crumble and fall?

Are you proud of what you have done?
You messed my mind up so geuss what? You won.
You managed to drive me insane,
so well done to you, you won the game.



you said you wanted to know if anyone can relate to this poem, and well, i kind of do.

but its more my father than my mother...

very much good poem
wiat that didnt make much sense.
i think you get the picture...

im glad you could relate to this poem, i just hoped someone else would like it and be able to relate to it.

Clara, Hopefully the Grim Reapers Next Victim.

I have not slept for four days now.
I think I have simply forgotten how
to relax and have pleasent dreams about being happy
because at night out crawls the monster in me.

In my dreams clara (the monster in my soul)
shoots a bullet through my friends heads and leaves a gaping hole
in the middle of their chests where their hearts should be,
coz shes an evil, conniving monstrosity.

Why does she make me kill them at night?
Why does she make me take up a gun and shoot anyone in sight?
She says it because my friends caused me pain
but what she don't realise is she's the one driving me insane.

Oh Grim Reaper I beseech thee, take away the demonic child,
that rages in my dreams so scary and wild.
Take her away so that no more tears I shall shed
and in dreamland my friends wont end up dead.

In my dreams clara (the monster in my soul)
shoots a bullet through my friends heads and leaves a gaping hole
in the middle of their chests where their hearts should be

My inner gore/horror fan comes out again...I loved these lines. xD
Excellent work on this, especially the rhyme-- which I adore lots.
Awesome job on this. ^_^

MyChemicalBlack:

In my dreams clara (the monster in my soul)
shoots a bullet through my friends heads and leaves a gaping hole
in the middle of their chests where their hearts should be

My inner gore/horror fan comes out again...I loved these lines. xD
Excellent work on this, especially the rhyme-- which I adore lots.
Awesome job on this. ^_^

yh i like the rhyming too. lately my poems have become more gory and surreal than ever!! woo! thanks 4 the comment

Shotgun sinner

Life is a wonderful thing to be living
But sometimes it’s taken away as fast as it’s given.
So make no plans for tomorrow, it may not arrive.
All I know is that only the strong will survive.

Baby, I know you’re hurting, I'm hurting too,
I can see your fight for our freedom is destroying you.
But darling if you if you pull that trigger tonight,
Who is going to carry on the fight?

You’re everyone’s hero; you give hope to us all,
You lead our marches and pick us up when we fall.
No one protects us better than you;
If you kill yourself, what will we do?

You’re our real life Jesus of suburbia, our hero in disguise.
You always tell us not to listen to our sorrowful sighs,
And to never let our pain tear us apart,
Or let it taint and poison our hearts.

You’re always saying 'death is a release from pain
but to kill yourself would be insane.'
So why baby do you have a gun to you head?
Are you so desperate to escape, you want to be dead?

Listen to me, this you need to know,
You will be missed if you do go.
But I’ll tell you what, go to heaven if you think no one will care,
Me, Jimmy and the gang will soon meet you there.

You see we all love you, we hold you in our hearts forevermore,
It would break our hearts to see you dead on the floor,
So please don’t break our hearts tonight,
Put down that gun and join the fight!!!


INSPIRATION

the song jesus of surburbia by greenday ( did ya see the reference to em? lol) and the video to welcome to the black parade (coz its awesome) i liked the idea of someone being idolised so much by their friends that if they killed themselves their friends would miss them so much they would kill themselves too (or at least think about it) (now lets get this straight though; I AM IN NO WAY PROMOTING SUICIDE, i like the idea behind this poem because of the feelings like loyalty and love and caring that surface in a deep friendship. thought i'd say that as a ( what i call) a just in caser, i.e to cover my back. lol laters guys comments wud be appreciated

Ah, I do enjoy poems like this (though they are rare).
You wrote it very well, it made me smile at the end (which is hard to make me do, lol).

Excellent work, mon amie.
'Twas kickass. xD

i really really like this poem i wrote. excellent work from me as usual.

^ i like it

thank you shattered glass. im glad you like it. i hope everyone had a good christmas

The Pathetic Martyr

Look at that girl so pathetic and alone,
so scared of life in her own home.
Look at her getting pushed around,
crawling pathetically on the ground.

Its sad to see her being a martyr,
sacrificing her needs so people will like her,
and shutting her mouth when she wants to speak out.
Her tears of sorrow means the end to this drought.

She's one step away from her death,
two away from insanity.
and underneath her breath,
shes saying I can't beleive im letting this happen to me.

This poem was written because i'm getting bullied where im living. im living in a hostel and the people there are just bullies sometimes. Grr

hope everyone likes these poems!

anyone got advice on how to deal with the bullies?

this poem and shotgun sinner are my favourite ones i wrote

She's one step away from her death,
two away from insanity.
and underneath her breath,
shes saying I can't beleive im letting this happen to me.

i like this verse what one does everyone else like?

-bump-

This one's my new favorite, it's definately relatable.
Well done, mon amie.

Depends on how intense the bullies are. Are they physical or mental?

well done on good poetry
again

i know it sounds dumb, and its easier said than done
but stand up for yourself
ignore them
be amazing

-(baby) bump- hehe very funny,

thanks for the comments and all the advice

Fighting to survive

Theres so much sorrow in the world today,
so much anger and so much pain.
And there's no superheroes to save us from a miserable fate,
they already abandoned this world full of hate.

We must be soldiers and fight to survive,
and find the thing that makes us feel alive.
We must find a love so pure and true
it washes away the sins of what we do.


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okay so i aint been posting on here for a while and as a result have shed loads of poems to type up here. however here is the first one that i will post up here. its inspiration came from when i was having a philosiphal day. sorry for not posting for a while hope u all like this poem

i feel like this poem isnt finished though