Gays in the mediaI would like to acknowledge the traditional owners of the land on which we stand today, and offer my own apology for the generations of displacement and mistreatment they have suffered since white settlement.Gays in the media12 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Though I live life openly as a gay man, I don't really conform to many of the current stereotypes.
On the surface, I've got a goatee -- granted -- but it's often wild and bushy only rarely clipped to perfection. And as you can see, the closest I've come to chiselled pecs and a six pack for many a year are man-boobs and a barrel-belly.
And while I sometimes secretly aspire to owning a collection of Armani suits, lately I've been wondering if I'm the shortest man ever to buy from the big men's section at Tar-jay.
I've never worshipped at the altar of Kylie Minogue. I suspect that if I was stranded on a desert island with a Walkman and just a Kylie CD to remind me of humanity, chances are pretty good I'd drown myself (Nothing personal Kylie).
I didn't 'come out' until I was 28 after
Not EveryNot every man is a sexistNot Every2 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Not every woman is a saint.
Not every white person is a racist;
You might think it’s so, but it ain’t.
Not every straight is a homophobe
Not every LGBT person is nice.
Not every rich person is a snob;
I won’t tell you twice.
Not every Muslim is a terrorist
Not every Christian is kind.
Not every cishet person is scum;
Please keep that in mind.
Not every human being is evil
Not every human being is good.
Can’t we all just try to get along;
I really think that we should.
Your life is not a British television showPeople on social media sitesYour life is not a British television show3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
tend to glorify things that hurt.
They brag about things
that people struggle with.
Mental illness is not a label.
It is not a badge nor a privilege
or something you have to earn.
they battle voices in their heads
that they do not even recognize.
People struggle to tame
their inner demons
and keep up an image
that the world expects them to uphold.
Mental illness is not cute,
being so anxious you cannot speak is not a quirk.
Relying on people to take care of you is not romantic.
Your life is not an episode of Skins
The idea of Effy and Freddie is fictional,
no one is going to save you.
We go home and muffle our cries
while dragging razors across our wrists
chasing pills with bottles of vodka.
Our thoughts turn on us
Like a loaded gun,
and we are stuck forever
in a game of Russian roulette.
We wear long sleeves,
and try to drown out voices with headphones.
We tremble at the thought of giving up the chemicals
we have become dependent
Happy BirthdayThis is not a poem.Happy Birthday7 months ago in Emotional More Like This
It's not even a story.
This is a simple observation.
Today I was on Facebook, a dangerously common occurrence for me. Borderline addiction, possibly. I looked to the right column where events and birthdays are posted, and noticed it was a friend's birthday. And I hesitated in saying anything.
I hesitated to say happy birthday to a friend. Why?
Was it because we only had one community college class together a couple of years ago, so our friendship is little more than a past acquaintance that hasn't yet ceased to exist on a social media site?
Was it because I didn't have the time to type out those two simple words, perhaps even a dot of punctuation if I'm splurging on free time? The answer to this question is no, because even though I have a quiz tomorrow and two midterms next week, I was clearly distracted on Facebook nonetheless. Besides, I'm typing this now, and it's quite more extensive than a happy birthday.
Was it because I thought it would be awkward if he got
The PoetThe Poet:The Poet1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
He smiles as he sees her sleeping
& gently covers her with a blanket.
He goes to the window and looks out
watching snow fall, ever so slowly...
He sees people in the streets,
Chatting, walking. Some happy,
Others sad. Hearts beating,
Hearts broken; some warm, some cold.
He looks back at her, as she stirs in bed.
A yawn from her, brings another smile to him:
"How cute," he chuckles as he strokes her head.
He runs his fingers through her hair and is content.
Yet, even if he is happy here, again -
He is drawn to that window and finds himself
Staring out at the street and watching;
Marveling at the disparity and wondering -
Isn't there something that I can do?
Isn't there a better way for us all?
He looks back at her, sleeping peacefully;
He thinks about the future and sighs.
He wants a better world for her,
One where she would always be safe,
But unfortunately, he has no power.
He is just one man with little to his name.
He picks up a piece of paper, one found lyin
Social NetworkingTwitter is for telling the world every single thing you do.Social Networking3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Facebook is for saying the thoughts that only you choose.
Formspring is for your self esteem to be attacked with a strafe.
and Tumblr is the only place that can be called safe.
Practice Poem - Man In CagePractice Poem - Man in Cage:Practice Poem - Man In Cage1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
When I was young I was taught that pain begets pain,
Anger and animosity, malice and cruelty;
So deeply inflicted, so lovingly gifted.
I tasted of its rotten core and dared to call it sweet.
But what do I have to show for it?
White hot scars that burn in my dreams.
Reminders of a fragmented bi-polar self;
Self inflicted propaganda, to reinforce the "truth".
Truth so lovingly fabricated by a weakness within,
So desperately crying out for vindication;
Openly denying all that might shed light upon me,
Seeking only the company of shades in shadows...
Within four walls I sleep in exile;
Quietly pretending that I am still sane,
Never noticing how it has all turned out;
Alone I remain the same...
Never reaching, never living; I am free within the cage
-Chen Yuan Wen, 1st January 2012
My Soul, My Dream, My TeamMy Soul, My Dream, My Team:My Soul, My Dream, My Team1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
We are dreamers, we humans.
We reach out eagerly to that which lies above us
Tempted by its unattainable nature and egotistically;
We simplify the task that lies before us...
We climb without any forethought, without preparation;
Recklessly we charge head on for our goal -
And eventually, we lie broken by our failure.
I myself, Captain as you call me,
Am little better than a foolish dreamer.
One who dreams in a childish manner;
Unaware of his impotence, when left alone.
How many times have I been saved by others?
When I lack time, it is my officers who stand,
They keep the ship running smoothly,
Expending hours of precious effort.
When I fall, it is my co-captain who rallies me,
And reminds me of our responsibility -
One that we owe to our readers and friends.
When I write, it is my team - my uncles,
Who lay the path before me;
They give their time and their heart,
Supporting my work from its birth as but a simple idea.
And when I am dow
Woman's WorldHe wakes upWoman's World4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and notices nothing unusual.
He wanders downstairs in skimpy pjs, switches on the radio
The breakfast show, a witty host and her regulation male sidekick-
the butt of the jokes.
The news is going, that abducted boy found dead, sexually abused, throttled
A woman helping with inquiries
Bored of the chatter he turns it off
Eats his cereal before the telly, a music channel
Women in baggy jeans singing about how nice men look
in clubs, dancing topless around holes.
He unconsciously scrutinises the semi-clad men that surround her
Winding their perfect bodies in sync to the beat, hip rolling
Looks down at his own belly, thinks, I'll skip lunch.
In the shower he shampoos his long hair,
Fretting about baldness
this constant battle with his body.
He shaves his legs, his armpits, his belly
Scans his chest and thighs for regrowth
wonders when he should next visit the salon.
He shaves his jaw.
He dresses uncomfortably
Can't buy anything without some kind of
Sing a Song of Sex and SeductionWhen the noise under your bed's just a little too scary,Sing a Song of Sex and Seduction2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Mommy, Daddy, a monster's coming to get me!"
So they'd check under your bed so you would see
That the monster in your room was only in your dreams.
We live in a world of lies.
What really happens when you turn out the lights
And half the world goes dark for the night?
None of us really knows what's right.
It's a world of destruction,
That we allow ourselves to divulge in.
And the sad thing is it's like a suction.
We allow ourselves to be sucked in.
Do you want your child, your baby girl, to ask,
"What's sex and seduction?"
Put two and two together to make the deduction;
Media's about to make an eruption.
My writing teacher once said,
"Ouija boards don't talk to the dead!"
It took me a while to get it through my head
That maybe he's right...
But I tried it instead.
It's so hard to see the truth anymore.
Kids younger and smaller are looking at porn.
DeceptiveDeceptive1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Tempting with beautiful wings;
-Chen Yuan Wen, 4th January 2013
Drawing FAQDrawing FAQ3 years ago in Comedy More Like This
EDIT: This is REALLY LONG, so feel free to search for the question you want answered by hitting Ctrl+F to bring up your browser's search function. Any and all insults contained herein are for comedic purposes only (except when I'm addressing excessively stupid people, in which case, they started it. I find ignorance offensive. Even my own). If it helps, I get tired of being cruel about a quarter of the way in, and although I'm still quite sarcastic after that, I'm at least informative. You may have better luck just looking at my tutorials. More pictures, less sarcasm.
My Drawing FAQ AKA The Long-Winded Philosophy Of Pencil Drawings
Q. Can I ask you a quick question?
A. I guess, but make it snappy. I'm pretty busy.
Q. You're just sitting there... and spinning around in your swivel chair.
A. That is not true! I'm also trying to balance a pencil on my lip. Anyway, what may be perceived as staring slack-jawed into space, or gawking at screenc
Social MediaPeople are like text messages.Social Media3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ready to tweet.
When people need something they send a message or two without haste.
But when they are in no need of you, they avoid you.
Like you have became translucent.
You then become the empty space on their screen.
No longer trending.
Who follows you then?
Antique Love CH2Antique Love CH23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Well, of course sorry for the wait, but please understand that school is really trying to kill me! I will try making the chapters longer, but I can't promise yet. I'll do what feels right.
Also sorry if Alfred is somewhat OOC at this part; it's that way in order to make the plot work, so please bear with it. I promise you guys he's not a bad man
Oh and I'm planning to make a small contest for you all to draw a preview-picture for dA! so make something when you feel like it? I have no deadline set yet, but I give you at least a month :3 make whatever you feel fits the story!
The bluest eyes I had ever seen; the ones that looked as if they were the sky itself, as if they were small portals to an unreachable world of dreams and eternal happiness. It were the eyes that were now staring down on me.
I was speechless.
"Hey wait a minu- " the man, almost still a bo
I Hate FacebookAnd to be quite frank, you make me sick.I Hate Facebook11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I can’t do it. I can’t do it anymore.
Sit and sift through their lives.
Preening and polished.
And I think I hate them.
Or maybe it’s myself I hate.
The lack of supposed importance.
The lack of substantial proof. I was there, I was happy.
And sometimes we are alive even when we are dead.
Tidbits of time caught on film.
Faces trapped in photographs.
Something. I was someone.
Your Eyes Shine No Brighter With the Hudson FilterI promise you nowYour Eyes Shine No Brighter With the Hudson Filter6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I’ll never pose with you
For a bland staged picture
Arms ceremoniously draped around shoulders
Eyes so full of what must be love
And they must all know it
When this picture is captioned
I won’t ever hold my lips on yours
While a camera snaps away
Because this kiss isn’t for them
It’s for only us
I have my own photo album
In my mind
Of every time we’ve lain entwined
I’ll document it all
To share with only you.
Social (media) SuicideAnd just like thatSocial (media) Suicide1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
birds fell from the sky
memories were erased
faces were lost, scrubbed free
from their prisons. Everything
became a mixed drink, a spilling
of information and half formed
realizations. We had to go back
to what we knew from a time before
we even existed. If memories
are ancestral then maybe I can
make it home by following the
north star. Maybe I can chop
wood and make bread.
Maybe I can stop worrying about
what is and is not appropriate
what can and can not be seen
and who I am outside of the public
eye. Maybe we can build houses
in the woods and talk about what
is really going on in the world.
Be BeautifulYou know what they say about beauty?Be Beautiful3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Buy more buy more buy more!
Are you skinny and curvy?
If not, you're ugly and fat!
Buy these new pills! New diet! New food!
Loose weight now! Shed your body of more and more pounds!
Do you have baby clear skin?
If not, you're revolting and wrinkly!
Buy more Lipstick! Foundation! Eyeliner!
Buy more makeup now! Cover your face in more and more chemicals!
Do you like to wear fashionable clothes?
If not, you're disgusting and a tramp!
Buy a new top! New dress! New Coat!
Buy more new fabrics now! Cover your body in more and more colors!
God forbid you're happy with your weight!
Happy with you're Skin.
Happy without clothes.
Happy with yourself.
Happy without products.
You can't be happy with yourself!
You can't be happy with you're weight! You're much to fat!
You can't be happy with you're skin! It's much to ugly!
You can't be happy without clothes! You're an indecent pervert!
You can't be happy wi
Is Critical Thinking Dead?The more I delve into the cesspool of social media, the more I'm convinced that my generation is incapable of critical thought.Is Critical Thinking Dead?7 months ago in Editorial More Like This
Consider rape, for example.
I always thought I was looking out for the best interests of my female friends by advising them not to walk alone late at night or to accept drinks from strangers.
But apparently, according to Tumblr feminists, offering that advice makes me a "rape apologist" and "victim blamer" because it assumes women deserve to be raped if they don't take such precautions.
By that logic, I must also believe that victims of theft deserve to be mugged if I advise people not to carry large amounts of cash and flash it in public!
No, clearly, rather than teaching women to protect themselves from potential rapists, I should be teaching potential rapists (i.e.: MENZ!) not to rape.
What I should really do is tell my guy friends not to have sex with women without their consent--which I'm pretty sure they already know, or if they don't know, they don't ca
I miss you.Indented in my heart,I miss you.7 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Your words and your ways,
I knew it from the start,
Your love never strays,
I miss your oh so broadened smile,
The feelings you sent to me for a while,
A mutual connection in a short time,
A bond formed so strongly it felt sublime,
But now that you're gone,
I feel you were the one,
To pick up the pieces of my shattered self.
My confidence had floundered,
'til in my life you wandered,
Infecting all of me,
with your positivity,
I'm glad that I hugged you tight,
and showed you that I care,
To keep the truth out of light,
I would not dare.
Though you're still in my heart in all that I do,
The closest friend I've ever made...
I miss you.
The Forces of SOPAThe Forces of SOPAThe Forces of SOPA2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"A recent survey shows that 13% of Americans are satisfied with the job their government is doing. That being said, here comes SOPA." Kevin Pereira, Attack of the Show (November 15, 2011)
It claims to be a champion of the people.
Here to support the common good,
To get everyone on its side.
But it has its missiles aimed at us,
At our cultural centers.
It has laser sights aimed at Google,
And tanks pointed at Facebook.
It has a bulls-eye on Youtube
And a stealth bomber over Twitter.
Torpedoes are locked on Tumblr
And C4s are strapped to ProBoards.
They also have nukes ready to strike
The heart of this country,
The Constitution, Freedom of speech.
Ready to go up in flames
Thanks to the folks behind SOPA.
The Stop Online Piracy Act?
You want to steal our rights
You guys are the pirates.
StreamingRamblings of a Bored College StudentStreaming3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The body of a missing woman was discovered by police this morning during a routine traffic stop. The driver, a former warden, was arrested. He made no comments in regard to the grisly discovery.
No one knows what to say. Dad changes the channel. Another anchorman reports an Amber Alert. They find the boy's body in a field. A girl finds her father slumped in his office. He gave himself one to the head because authorities had seized his computer that morning.
There were pictures of sixteen different boys. The warden only had one victim. No one walks away whole.
Someone told a story about the corporations going after babies. They need to create lifetime customers before the customers are even born. Toddlers need to know that Pepsi tastes better than Coke. Or is it the other way around?
Who chooses what product is the best of its field, anyway? The people on the morning shows set in New York invite guests to dish about the lates
social media will be the certain death of meim sorrysocial media will be the certain death of me6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
you think like this
you hurt like this
ive been through the
only vastly different
i cant talk right now
i'll be back later
we can talk then
later on darling
i can see the green dot
next to your name
i can feel your face
lighting up as you
chat the night away
with your real friends
i can feel my heart
breaking because i try
to care for you but
it's not really enough
to make you spend those
two days out talking
to a girl so hopelessly
and romantically in
love with you