SilenceThere are times when I want to let the world my TRUE self.Silence3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Which is my full rage.
I want to let everyone know I am not always kind.
I am not generous.
I am not a "goody-goody" person.
And it is not just about my fury and rage.
It is my emotions and feelings that I want all to be pouring out of me before I explode!
There are times when I want to be screaming right out of my lungs as I wake up.
Maybe for someone to hear me out.
That could be a sign for something.
When I'm in love, I'll let that person know how much I love them and I'll even make sure they'll be the only one who deserve my love and who I should only be loving and I shouldn't be in love with all these other fakers and players.
When I am happy, I want to let everyone around me should be feeling happy about themselves and let everyone else get along but that could be a dream.
But when it comes to anger...
I'm not sure if it is safe to tell.
When my family gets me mad, I want to runaway and never come back.
I want to let them
Deception.Deception.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nothing more than a child I am,
In a life which is nothing more than a scam.
My parents tell me to pray,
They fool me by seeing that I will get what I want someday.
So on my knees I fell,
I start to pray like a lamb.
But not to "god",
Nor to a fraud.
I pray to those who are willing to hear me,
Because "god" only cares for those whom do not feel remorse.
The almighty only gives guns,
And no forgiveness to those who did not won.
I am nothing more than a child,
Yet I am exiled,
By titling me as wild,
Is this "gods" will now?
Luna's LoveLuna's Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sister I cry to you, please come rescue me
Drowning myself in misery I cannot sleep
Banished to the place where I feel alone
I beg, I pled, I want to come home
I cannot lay my soul to rest
With the empty pain I feel in my chest
My color slowly turning to grey
My patience slowly fading away
I thought you loved me and cared
By telling me you would always be there
But now I see where you lacked
I thought you always had my back
My vengeance growing and turning cold
The days getting older, centuries old
If you don't love me than no one will
I'm tired of feeling sick and ill
The Luna you love is buried away
Tonight shall begin another new day
Nightmare Moon shall rise from hate
Before it's too late
PlaygroundPlayground2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All that autumn her ghost haunted the playground;
no wisping phantom, but strident bits and pieces
clamoring for attention - a pair of black patent
leather shoes waiting expectantly by the teeter-totter.
And Sister Teresa had to pry red woolen mittens
off the jungle gym every morning.
Jimmy Boyle kept seeing her sweater at the swings,
its green wooly arms daring him to go higher
and trying to tag him "it".
And her best friend, Jenny Black
could see the flash of her pigtails
throwing copper across the kickball field
where recess waited to swallow them.
The toys vanished from the sandbox every evening
leaving nothing but a soft trail of disappointment
in their wake -
their accusations of neglect
and longing crouched under the
maple trees, swarming with the bees.
But winter proved a discordant grave -
the protest of frozen ground
an errant melody in the schoolyard
and her shoes kept shrinking
and stumbled down the slide,
leaving a thick crust of frost
like somber tracks that said good-bye
A Rather Hipster Way of Saying Something ClicheRoses are usually redA Rather Hipster Way of Saying Something Cliche3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Violets aren't normally blue
That's why they're called violets
I just ruined this poem for you
Gathering DarkGathering Dark3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the sun has a smile
angry - weeping - red passion
the sky wears a grin
Whispers of the MadWhispers of the Mad:Whispers of the Mad3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your lips remain painted with the scars of torment
Carved so as to split with every word of speech
The glass that slices through your softened flesh
Bears the marking we know as 'Vinashuka'
And now he lies beneath the falling sand
Drowning in a world that is sinking away
Though his feet will seek the stability of ground
He finds himself caught by 'Vinashuka'
A disturbing word that rings hollow at best
For it carries the tone of a tainted solitude
A heart that has been corrupted by physical pain
Can only scream 'Vinashuka!'
How does a man know when he has gone insane?
To descend into a world where logic is naught
A moon that carries the colour of blood
Shall paint my skin with 'Vinashuka'
I have lost all sense of meaning in this place
There is no where else for my soul to flee
Caught within the whispers of delusory madness
I can only repeat Vinashuka...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 13th July 2012
Wings Of LightWings Of Light2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wings Of Light
Upon me is the last dawn
Faded away has the last dusk
I leave behind all of the rights and wrongs
I don't deserve an afterlife that is also rough
Mesmerized in deep suspense
As I await the final arrival
My tears become so intense
These last moments of hope are vital
Allow me to break away
Accept the toll of my undying faith
I was careless as I fell
Mocking life itself
Every secret I held
Defined a broken side of myself
An inner slaughter I could not defend
A one-sided war that I could not fight against
My downfall is what I didn't want to prevent
I always lusted after the idea of my final descent
Because I knew that in the end I would ascend
All I can really do is live this divided life as best as I can
I realized that the only thing in perfection is being broken
And the only way to get rid of that is to wipe out my existence
Shine down and shine true
I will no longer be powerless
You don't know how long I've been waiting for you
An artistAn artist3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Staring at a blank paper
Is an artist's worst nightmare.
The artist is the shaper,
Their thoughts somewhere up in the air.
They are searching for inspiration,
Sometimes they are even searching the skies.
It takes a lot of concentration,
But you can always see the passion burning in their eyes.
Being an artist does not always mean you're creative.
It just means that you want to create something,
And never want to give up.
Our Numb TearsOur Numb Tears2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Our Numb Tears
Something deep within me / Is longing for relief
A haunting aura around me / Reminding me of the grief
Scratching at the core of my soul / Hope is swallowed by a black hole
Locked in the center of my heart / All that is left is the traumatized part
Laugh, smile, blink, and focus. You just need to act as normal as possible.
You cannot let this pain get the best of you. Don't do anything irresponsible.
The damage you do to yourself also effects everyone else, so don't let it become irreversible.
You're being too hard on yourself, no one is perfect in life, you're only human, you're not invincible!
Shock waves of guilt enter my system / While a deathly peace is in the distance
And aftershocks of regret strike me down / I can't show that I'm hurt when they're around
Tremors of anxiety / Infest my entire body
A true heroA true hero3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
don't back down.
You can win
if you only try.
Sword in one hand,
shield in another,
he stands over his charge
ready to die.
He was the person
that you told everything to.
The one you went crying to.
The one who never ran out of hugs.
The one who soaked up your tears.
The one who you carried around everywhere.
The one who always slept by your side.
He's your teddy bear.
He guards over you at night,
because while you might not believe,
the monsters are still there.
They come at night
when you don't expect it
to take what they want.
you don't run to him anymore
your teddy bear remembers.
He remembers the endless love.
He remembers everything.
Every night he stands
sword in one hand,
shield in another,
ready to fight.
All for the person
who loves him the most.
Open UpOpen Up6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the bitter truth
in the loss
when one must leave
while the world
EmptyEmpty4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
D-... Do you see me?
It's just an empty street...
C-... Can you hear me?
There's nobody here...
B-... But I'm right here!
Just keep your mind on the road...
N-... No... NO..NO NO NO!
It's all in your head...
P-... PLEASE! HELP ME!
It's all in your head...
Y-... You have to, PLEASE!
It's all in your head
NO! WHY CAN NOBODY HELP ME???
It's all in your head...
P-... Please sir, not many come here when I'm strong enough to stand..
It's just an empty road...
It's just an empty graveyard....
I Pinky PromiseI Pinky Promise3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let us talk for a little while
And let me make you smile
Let me take you out every night
And you will be the best sight
Nothing can compare
Because I love you I swear
Heart BreakHeart Break3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You sit there,
Crying a waterfall of tears,
Soaking the pillow under your head,
Wishing for the pain to end
The world seems as if it's crashing down on you,
All your focus is on making the regret, the heartbreak, the betrayal,
Leave your soul through your tears
I've been there.
Your heart feels abused and torn,
Ripped out of your body,
Leaving you gasping for breath,
Because he once was your life line, your reason to live.
Your love was toyed with by the boy you thought you knew,
Who you thought was the one,
Yet your heart was broken into pieces in the blink of an eye
I've been there.
His face is all you see when you close your eyes,
Every thought leads back to him,
He never leaves your mind,
As if taunting you into insanity because you know he is no longer yours.
He was your other half,
Your protector sent from above,
Or so you thought
I've been there.
I've been through all of this,
I know heartbreak is like a walk through Hell,
The pain makes you feel anguishe
AnonymousI am the girl who hides between moth eaten paper backsAnonymous2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And slips into bookstores and devours leather bound spines
I am chloroform lips bitten down, red and rosy
Ink stained finger tips that fold book pages between my pupils
I'm the girl who drowns herself in coffee and cough drops
While remaining curled between Tennyson and Steinbeck
Wasting days wondering why grass is green
And how it can be greener for others and not I
Then I realized its all artificial food colouring
And polystyrene picket fences
Sticky notes yellowed at the edges reminding myself how to smile
I've pasted them on my skin in makeshift paper Mache armour
But like all mangled words I will be thrown inside a wastebasket
Saved for a rainy day
A Sweet Kiss DarlingA sweet kiss darling, that's all I needA Sweet Kiss Darling3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A warm hug and your comforting words
A hard punch darling, that's all I need
A beating and the screaming makes my day
A dark corner darling, that's all I need
A place to hide away and be free
A sweet kiss darling, that's all I need
A word of sorrow and your cries for forgiveness
WarriorThe brave warrior have fallenWarrior3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He lies in the middle of the field of the soul
After a long battle for the one and only
He whispers the last of his words
I give up the battle for your heart
New day will see the beginning and the end
Smiles with tears intertwined like old friends
The warrior will rise again
For another battle in the lost fields of the soul
One step after the other here he goes
To open the window for new beginnings and new ends
A brave battle long and lonely one
With the sword made of dreams from another time
And silence fell in the fields of the soul
But it is welcome like lost friend who looks for a shelter
Heall the wounds and smooths the pain
All the warriors left.... But they will be back....
For another battle in the middle of the fields of the soul...
HugbeesHugbees10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
From out the cold, celestial night,
Came a sound of utmost fright
"Hugbees!" in my ear as I turned to see,
The source that teased my memory.
This word, Hugbees, familiar yet so unusual
So I ask the darkness, fathomless, abyssal.
"Tell me, O Spirit, darkling sent!
This word that you oh so present,
What is this Hugbees and why?"
But yet I heard no answer to my lonesome cry.
"Tell me spirit! Tell me sooth!
I must now know; I must know the truth!
Hugbees, why, why did you speak
Of such horrors and chaos Hugbees doth reek?!"
I stood there, horrified
At the Spirit's ghastly reply:
"Hugbees! Hugbees!" again he sings,
Endlessly into the clouds night brings.
"Daemon of Evil! I shan't hear it any longer!"
I cried as I fled from his malignant answer.
"No more! No more! I shan't take it again!"
The Spirit still chanted up into then
When the cliff of the mountain appeared
Ominously staring as it horribly leered.
"Taunt me no longer, Foul Spirit of Hugbees!
For now I meet the end all of my worries!"