A pencilA pencil3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A pencil is a small thing
Irrelevant to most
But it can create anything
It can create images of a beautiful coast
It creates images that can change your life
It creates images that will withstand time
It creates words that make you feel alive
It creates words that can describe a crime
It tells a story of the past
While looking forward to the future
A pencil shows you a world which is quite vast
It can create images that are quite obscure
A pencil can defeat a sword
But it can also create a sword
So if you're ever down
And you are sitting in your room with a frown
Pick up a pencil
And let it guide you to a world
Beyond your wildest dreams
Serial KillerHandling knives with utmost care,Serial Killer4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The smell of death lingering in the air,
Blood splattered on everything I wear.
Motive or disease;
A quick kill just doesn't please.
The loud tortured screams,
Tears flowing in streams.
I cause quite a scare,
Limbs of my victims strewn here and there.
They scream that I'm going to Hell,
But oh, very well.
It's better than this society that fell.
I always get away,
In this game that I play,
I love to kill every night and day.
And I will not cry
Over the day I will die,
Because death and I aren't very shy.
I'll kill to my demise,
And I will say no goodbyes,
For it's in the ground where all my friends lie.
A 40K ChristmasTwas the night before ChristmasA 40K Christmas9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and all through the barracks
not a creature was stirring not even the ferrets.
The servitor stalked through the hallways with care
as though in fear they may be mauled by a bear.
The Space Marines all tucked in tight in their bunks,
dreaming of blowing the 'nids into chunks.
When all of a sudden there arose a great clatter,
I called an Inquisitor to look into the matter.
I ran to the hanger, Laspistol in hand,
and saw a red Thunderhawk with a single white band.
From it there walked a man clad in red,
no sign of a helmet atop his great bearded head.
He carried a sack filled with hundreds of boxes,
and for a moment my fear fell upon poxes,
but then he laughed, in a great 'belly-laugh',
knocking me down, out of reach of my staff.
And then in a time no more than a heartbeat,
he drew out a present and laid it at my feet.
He made his way past the security beams,
giving presents to soldiers who were deep in their dreams.
When he w
The DictatorSitting in a palatial wardroomThe Dictator3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Surrounded by bullet-ridden walls
He watches the latest soap opera
Tearing up as he learns
That Jeffy won't be playing football again
Fool the people
Play the game
Before you knock
Tell me my name
His guns are shiny
His shoes are too
His teeth are capped in platinum
His arms are tattooed
Fool the people
Play the game
Showering with filthy billions
Still you reek of shame
It's the U.S. on Line 1
It's the Kremlin on Line 2
Is my yacht ready
Make sure it's stocked with champagne
Fool the people
Play the game
Are you winning
As you run in vain?
Schmoozing with the debutantes
Of Princes in your land
They bow to kiss your ring
Isn't life grand?
As choppers cut down the rabble
Thrill to the 30mm auto-cannon serenade
Blood fills the gutters
And new orphans weep, afraid
Fool the people
Play the game
Satan has your table ready
At the Chateau d' Profane
Cameras flash as reporters query
Do you still intend to parry
The critique of your sty
Twas the night before FrostfallTwas the night before Frostfall3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Twas the night before Frostfall and all through the hold
Not a creature was stirring, not even a troll.
The loot chests were stacked by the hearth with care,
In hopes that Dovahkiin would soon be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sweet rolls danced in their heads.
And Lydia in leather, and I in my steel
Had just settled down to rest and to heal.
When out in the yard arose such a clatter
I sprang from my bed to destroy the mad twatter
Away to the door I flew like a dragon
Tore open the store and drew up my flagon
The moon on the woods gave a sinister sneer
As the wind gave a yell like frightened reindeer
When, what to my wondering eyes I did peer,
But a large wooden sleigh and eight frost trolls did appear.
With a grizzled war fighter, so nimble and pissed
I knew in a moment twas not a scene to be missed
More rapid than arrows his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name
“Now Thrasher! Now Smasher! Now
GrapefruitI hold a microcosm in this globe,Grapefruit3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
heavy on the palm of my hand,
full of regret and heat.
it is heft and heady smell,
the unexpected roundness discovered on the ground
after the season's first rain, a secret shielded
by shining leaves pulled open like wet, wide eyes.
The skin blushes with nervous goose-flesh,
fragrant as a summer promise.
It is the dark light behind your iris,
lemonade on the green porch,
hair stripped by the sun until it is soft and wild.
It holds the flesh of the hot season
tightly beneath its puckered skin
and I knock on the door of its fullness
with my teeth.
We are sharing this summer secret together,
in the gray plant nursery
where the mud sucks your shoes from your feet.
A stooped tree glances at us from the spot
where it burst through a fence,
speckled with moss.
SilenceSilenceSilence5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What many say,
But silence is also,
Which too many freely,
And often misunderstood
Not because they had to,
But because they could
Can be suffering,
It can be,
Be mistaken for defeat
Is a tool,
Sometimes the sharpest,
Of them all,
And it echoes,
Hollow and accusing,
Like a voice,
In an empty hall
Can be a gamble,
But not for me,
Silence does not,
For me it sounds,
jlp January 26, 2010
BedriddenBedridden:Bedridden2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Here I lie, motionless,
A prisoner within my own body.
Yet there lies a subtle clarity;
A moment of understanding, achieved by infirmity.
And though my body is racked with pain,
My conscious mind delves ever deeper into the pool of the soul.
My mind is flooded with a racket of noise.
I am cast into the swirling rip-tide of forbidden knowledge,
Clinging to the flotsam of sanity as a Leviathan roars below.
It swallows me into an acidic whirlpool.
Drowning me deep beneath the bubbling surface of the past.
And there, in the murky depths where my very self begins to rot,
A grinning maw of tongues and fangs, bids me a cold "hello!".
-Chen Yuan Wen, 26th June 2013
SugarA young girl of the age of fourSugar10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sat silently on the kitchen floor
Eating cookies to her hearts content.
Unaware of any ill intent.
She ate until she could no more,
And quickly moved up off the floor,
She put her vice back in its stash
For her room she quickly dashed.
As she walked through the room,
She heard a voice mutter "doom"
Unsure of it she couldn't see,
What in this world could it be?
But the darkness made her blind,
No trace was there for her to find
So warily she kept on walking,
And silently it continued stalking,
Her heart raced as she peered,
Pace quickened as she steered.
Not stopping for any hesitation,
Kept heading for her destination.
In her room, door slammed shut,
Her imagination cought in a rut,
Of horrors recently conceived,
Monsters so vivid she believed,
Then as the floor boards creeked.
Overcome she quickly peeked.
Nothing seen, nothing moving,
but the danger was ever looming.
But she kept staring,
Struck down by fear,
Horrible images did appea
I don't care when a celebrity diesI don't care when celebrities diesI don't care when a celebrity dies3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why should I care that Whitney Houston dies?
Or Michael Jackson?
Sure they have made great music
I have never met them
They didn't die for a good cause
And they wouldn't care if I died tomorrow
So why should I care?
What about the hundred of soldiers dying for our country?
What about the starving children in Africa?
I would rather take a day of silence for them than hear about a celebrity's death.
I am not heartless
I just don't see the point
In caring of the death of someone society deemed 'important'
I will cry when a family member dies
Or when someone takes their own life
Or when a child dies
I won't cry when a celebrity dies
And I never will.
Society puts too much
On what they think is important
I just stopped caring.
daughterI find her in my kitchen, one ordinary morning with the harsh winter sun tipping full through the window. I haven't seen her for six months, and yet here she is, bruised knees pulled up under her chin, the light pouring through her hair like dull bronze. Despite the cold she is only wearing shorts and an old gray t-shirt, two sizes too big. Upon hearing my footsteps she looks up from picking at her nails, covered in chipped black polish, multicolored threads and silver rings slipping down her wrists. Her hair is tangled and long; longer than I can ever remember, and she tucks it behind an ear studded with piercings that glint in the dark strands. Her face is still in the shadows but a smile breaks through the silence and for the smallest moment I am stunned by the sheer momentum of life; the scent of baby powder, fireflies in the live oaks at night, the first time I felt her weight in my arms in a hospital bed, her tiny heart beating like a butterfly against my palm.daughter5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I have to sift
It Came From The DarkIt Came From The Dark:It Came From The Dark3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Amongst the ashes, swirling from the darkness of the pit,
Emerged a hand, dragging a battered body across the rocks.
Blood leaked from the wounds so callously self-inflicted,
And teeth ground with a focused determination and seething anger.
It cared not for the warm rubies - staining the jagged rocks,
It cared not for the sensation of pain...
All that it remembered was a dream, An obsession -
One that drove it ever higher; ignoring all else!
Eventually it emerged from this shadowy hole, this dreary depth,
And in that moment, it learned of the truth.
For this creature, denied sunlight and warmth -
-Chen Yuan Wen, 11th December 2012
The Empty ChildThe Empty ChildThe Empty Child3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hear everything too loudly
I am falling apart
I grew up too fast
I am still a child
I cannot stand still
I see every detail
I cannot remember what I'm doing
I talk about dinosaurs and doctors and darkrooms
I cry for no reason
I do not have the ability to cry now
I see the world differently
I wish you saw it like me
I have a puzzle to put together
I wonder if you'll help me
I hear a song and must sing it
I see a picture and must take it
I see a world, a broken world
I want to fix that, too
I want to play
I need to work
I close my eyes and fall asleep
I remember everything
I forget my head
I stand in blue light
I see the world in shades of blue
I am lost
I have been waiting for you
I am the empty child
Are you my mommy?
In Search of an Old RecipeDown a wintry lane, where streetlampsIn Search of an Old Recipe9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
rise from dimly lit snow hills and the
town is lightly covered in frost,
I pass an old neighbors house and
a village café. The gurgling noises
of a brewing pot and the sugary smells
of rising dough
always met with long conversations
or quiet contemplations, an old friend
or a new friend and a hint of the past.
Something that started the day and
ended the day with company and
a dash of hope
that time can always be paused
and people can always gather.
And behind the rising steam of
tightly gripped mugs, you can always
find laughter, stirring its warmth around
tables as we reminisce.
And sugar is sprinkled over cookies
and pastries the way snow is over the world.
And no matter how far away,
I can always make it home
on nothing more than a memory.
Perhaps these are the ingredients to make peace,
down wintry lanes, where feuds are blanketed
and grudges melt away into cups of coffee.
A Mountainhaving spunA Mountain6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on a record
strained to hear
it has grown
could pass through
of a needle
InsaneTwisted the Mind.Insane12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Distorted thoughts in me.
Changed I am now.
Multiply the personalities.
Crazy is the word.
Sane I am not.
Lost is my mind.
Scare you I will.
More of me?
Maybe just less of you.
Tormented in my own head.
You cannot realize,
Glockenspiel MemoriesTo expect, whatever comes nextGlockenspiel Memories5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
As we whisper in silent echoes
and the heartbeat lingers,
frozen, still in nothingness.
And then my fingers trace,
to the return; to the retreat
as my head begins to sing
in incomprehensible harmonies.
And grasped towards my heart,
there was your glockenspiel.
Because I wanted rememberance
to be the only takeover.
In the flashing cities,
I kept my basic melodies,
and my memories in a case;
so, that they'd be always close.
And even when I'd let go,
even when I'd remain sleepless.
I still held your little glock.
So that it lulled me forward.
To dream, and overflow.
With tears and memories.
Because these melodies...
they refused to say Goodbye.
Jordan I WhisperJordan I whisperJordan I Whisper5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In the dead of the night
When I'm supposed to be fearing and full of great fright
Jordan I whisper
When the wind is at ease
When there's no hustle and bustle throughout all the trees
Jordan I whisper
Will you please oh please be?
Mine to hold and mine to need?
Jordan I shiver
From the loneliness now
All night I must wonder, oh how I wonder, just how?
Jordan I scream
I need you so please
See that I need you; please make the pain cease!
Jordan I whisper
Once softer than before
Tell me you love me and tell me much more
CirclesCIRCLESCircles5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm everywhere at the moment
My emotions are controlling me again
I wish it wasn't now
I wish it wasn't then either
I wish I could change everything that happened
But it's the past that's shaped me
I'm going around in circles
Trying to feel like I did back then
But nothing can change now
I'm too different
You're too much the same
I'm never gonna be the same without you
I just hope you know that
I'll always remember you though
Even if it makes me cry
And feel like this