SugarA young girl of the age of fourSugar9 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
FearFalse afflictionsFear3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
running sharply from your tongue
embracing my aching heart
crushing it to dust
Evidence you created
emerging from your mouth
tears rolling down the valleys of your face
brow furrowed in desperate screaming
Appearing for all the world
as the victim of self satisfaction
your rage making almost truths
from disconnected incidents
Real world affections
rolling out of me and over you
like raindrops in the ocean.
No One KnowsWhen my eyes are closedNo One Knows4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are there to love me
But awake I've found that
I just can not believe
Do you really love me?
I can only hope it
I'm lonely on my own and
I hope that I can cope it
Boys, I really love you
And girls I hate to say
It's hard to fall in love
When no one knows you're gay
SugarYou areSugar4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
AliveYou're hanging by a thread,Alive4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And slipping bit by bit,
This is killing you.
Survive, you say.
Your knot has come undone,
There's nowhere left to run,
There is nothing.
But here you still are.
Is there a chance?
Any hint of light?
No, only dark,
Yet you still fight.
You cannot stop to ask why.
Haiku - MothIn web of spiderHaiku - Moth2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Dancing for very last time
Moth dies unnoticed
Suicidal LoveThere's a hole in my head.Suicidal Love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I carve your name on a lead bullet
And hold it up to my temple,
To see how big the hole will be.
This must be obsession.
This wound is your absence;
This ache, the gap where you should be.
Our memories, our us.
And I don't know why I bother caring,
When every time your eyes slide away from me now,
Is a splinter of ice to my heart.
When my heart is torn out every morning.
And all I can think is fantasy conversation with you,
And all I can see is your face next to mine,
And all I can hear is you not speaking to me.
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
Self-DestructiveI am feeling just a little self-destructive.Self-Destructive1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
And I’m confused as to why it is that I live.
I just wish that I could be somewhat constructive
But I still have nothing more that I can give.
I just feel like running, jumping off a tower,
At least then it would be over when I hit
But there is not clean way that I have the power
To end my life and to still get away with it.
I don’t think that if I disappeared tomorrow
Anybody would go out to search for me,
Besides, I’m to busy drowning in my sorrow.
For anyone else to care how I may be.
So if you ever want to know how I am feeling,
Open up my hands and check what you do see,
If the skin is dead and ripped or torn or peeling,
Then you know the wooden man was cruel to me.
Yesterday I made a discovery twisted,
That the razor hurts a lot less then the knife.
As a payment for all the pain I created
I came one step closer to ending my strife
I feel as though I have no one left to talk to,
Because that is what I said that I did n
05.for eternity I've looked upon05.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
injustice in its prevalence
I long to cup the Acheron
and sin to gain benevolence
with Michael's wing beneath my heel
my mouth is death to bigotry
which wrenches closed like screaming steel
to praise the lord of heresy
for retribution's decadence
for the seraphim's righteous denial
in my unyielding vehemence
I'll spit the ash of Sodom's smile
the penalties of lies profound
will reflect against my winter teeth
catholic girls in ashen gowns
will bow beneath my cloven feet
like the bloom of pestilence
like the birth of genocide
my hand demands god's reverence
and snaps the smile of Jesus Christ
Cross Country QuotesFunny Cross Country Quotes:Cross Country Quotes6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Warm up? Nah, that'll just wear you out.
Just shut up and run.
It's not bragging if you back it up, which is why we never brag.
Cross Country: The worse you are, the more playing time you get!
All aboard, time to take a ride on the pain train.
We bust ours so we can kick yours!
Run like you stole something.
Running won't kill you, you'll pass out first.
Anyone can run 100 meters, it's the next 4900 that count.
If speed kills than I'm a dead man/woman.
Our workouts are a lot longer than our shorts.
Why is everyone chasing me?
It hurts up to a point, then it doesn't get any worse.
This sport would be fun if it wasn't for all the running.
If I knew what I was doing, I wouldn't be here.
We don't stretch, we like to run stiff!
Our shoes have more miles than your cars.
Cross-country - finally a good use for a golf course.
Cross Country: no substitutions, no time outs, and nobody sits the bench.
Running is a mental sport and we're all insane.
Real athletes run othe
A New BeginningA New Beginning:A New Beginning3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On the sea.
With my friends,
Right by me.
We will sail,
To these lands.
But our hands.
Though we feel,
Lost at sea.
We still know,
We are free.
Come and join,
Raise your hands,
We will sail,
To these lands...
"Hoist the flag and let me see, what the jolly roger of Chen shall be!"
-Chen Yuan Wen, 18th February 2012
Go Forth, LinkKings of that land always say to boys,Go Forth, Link5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That tranquility is all, not war, that brings joy;
Such a point is unfamiliar to a child known as Link,
Who thinks that doom constantly doth shrink.
Obviously, as you know: that kingdom is sound,
Dissimilar to Koridai, which horror doth surround;
Harkinian did insist that his boy go and assist,
To go forth and fight Ganon - fist to fist.
Voyaging across Goronu, and in a shop, Morshu says,
"Lamp oil? Bombs? You want it?" - Link nays;
Such unavailing tools do no good for a saviour,
For much vigor was within him, with origins in Scandinavia.
Two months on, Link had found his goal,
That lair, in which Ganon doth stay - 'twas black as coal;
Our saviour, with a magic book, and Ganon said with a gurn:
"Nooo! Not into that pit! It BURNS!!"
On coming back again to Harkinian's court,
Gwonam was in, sporting an awful big wart;
This man did toast his victory, 'twas a glorious hit,
For this wizard had known it - as it was writ.
Onboard his magic rug, flying th