Between DaysSlip a needle between the spaceBetween Days1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
of fingernail and flesh
in the spaces in between,
you are not dead yet.
In parallel worlds,
in that moment before awakeness
after a night spent dancing in stars,
and in my mortician's-prize heart
you are not yet dead.
So wrangle metal between then
and pump serotonin and coke
until my eyes fill up with the life left over,
the rounded up edges of years stolen.
The uppers aren't working
I'm under, under, over whelmed,
I stay awake all night, frozen animation -
guess I always will imitate you.
So I razed back my skin
til the raw bits seep out
and it doesn't hurt so much to be me,
to be me, without you.
To introduce myself, as myself
and not as a part of you.
Let's do that.
Let's soak rags in chemicals
that slow your brain down so far
that they forget things -
I'll sacrifice two decades
if you trade me for another day.
Another day to slip in between
the moment of supernova
when the world went so beautifically
and the moment when
my lovebird heart
The Flower of EvilThe Flower of Evil:The Flower of Evil2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Evil is but a blooming flower,
It is born from a humble seed
And grows to corrupt a forest.
To watch its infection spread;
To be a part of its existence...
I can think of no better prospect,
Indeed one might baulk at the idea,
Of seeing millions suffer.
To watch worlds scream and writhe;
To see them suffer and die, with living eyes...
Yet there is a mysterious beauty in such devastation,
Fear that shakes me to my very core;
Is transfigured into a twisted pleasure:
As I am frightened, so too am I aroused.
I am addicted to the ephemeral sensation;
To the borderline between rapture and rupture.
To see my own blood soaking from splitting wounds;
Leaves me maddened amongst these blooming flowers
-Chen Yuan Wen, 1st May 2013
Without the IndividualWithout the IndividualWithout the Individual2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Can you imagine a world, directed by a single mind?
A collective conscious, a living hive.
Each time we are born, we receive a part of it
And when we return, we share in the pool.
There would be no fear of death;
No fear of the unknown…
For a thousand souls would bolster our hearts.
We could live—truly LIVE—to the fullest extent of our capabilities.
And when we succeed?
That success returns to the hive…
That success can be shared across the next generation.
We would become an ever-evolving organism.
One with a thousand faces, but a single driving purpose.
Can you even imagine how that would feel?
But…I suppose that you can’t.
For you, as with all humans, share in a single flaw:
The nature of the individual, the ego of the singular man.
Existing in a void of his own thoughts—he has no point of reference.
He is alone, even if surrounded by other humans,
For he shall never share in their minds…
Aslant a brookSongbirds tumbled from her earsAslant a brook2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and swept down the cliff-edges in her hair
to swoop away and out - out of the way
of the turbulence of her drowning -
they skipped across the ripples in the lake
and dodged the mountainous willow leaves,
cuttling out of dodge, as Ophelia wept.
The nest dissolved, feathers strewn
like starlight to halo her descent
into the swamps of happy mouths
laughing and clapping water
into happy tide and tidings that ring out
and clamour until stuck fast in muddy death,
Lap-lap-lapping applause, as Ophelia slept.
Jackie!Jackie!2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You came from way down south, dodged the global flu.
Your family life was strong, it's love was tried and true.
You played against the odds, performed a major coup.
Eventually became, number forty-two.
You saw the world in gray, colors morphed as one.
No game you couldn't play, sport to you was fun.
Friends loved to have you home, yet urged you to move on.
Courage moved you forward, faith under the sun.
Wasps and haters fumed, a Negro out of place.
You shut the mouths of these, embraced the human race.
Lovers then consoled you, helped you through those days.
They had to face the truth; no one like him plays!
Your legacy lives on, hope was born that day.
A world with less constraints, now clearly on it's way.
We thank you for your strength, and hope and pray today,
that all alive will see the need to let the children play!
You Damaged MeYou Damaged Me2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
your tongue spits out venomous fire
vitriol spews from your lips
your words are a funeral pyre
you gloat, as my shredded heart rips
I was happy in my existence
carefree, fun-loving, and true
you hounded me in your persistence
changed my reds to depressing blues
you've damaged me beyond repairing
I'm broken, abused, and forlorn
this bruised heart is way beyond caring
you crushed my spirit with your scorn
are you happy with your vanity?
are you poised to move on to success?
will you hold on, dear, to your sanity?
carry a mop to clean up your mess?
as for me, the north wind keeps blowing
my days spent in endless despair
the pain, like an ember that's glowing
tell me, oh Delilah, did you ever really care?
SupranationalCome take my hand and we'll walk in the parkSupranational3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
We'll play in the meadow and stay until dark
Come now my brother, there's so much to see
So much to explore for you and for me
Come take my hand and we'll lay down these guns
Let's show our resolve, let us be the ones
Come now my sister, we'll exit this place
We'll show them we're all one big human race
Come now my friend, you're no enemy mine
Agape love transcends both space and time
Together we'll stand, divided we'll fall
True brotherhood lives, for one and for all
Come now and see, a paradise at hand
For love and for kindness we've taken a stand
We'll never tire of that peaceful new world
It's coming is soon, or haven't you heard
The DreamerThe Dreamer2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Cosmic dance above my head,
colors that blend sublime.
Blues and greens and striking reds,
I'm lost in space and time.
Such scenes inspire dreamers,
it's nature at it's best!
Poets, artists, believers,
translating beauty's fest.
Thoughts drift to my city home,
the foul, polluted air.
Smog creates a poisoned dome,
yet no one seems to care.
Planet earth, a 'jewel in space',
or so the spaceman said.
That saying now seems out of place,
a 'nest befouled' instead.
But for now I watch the lights,
and dream of better things.
A future day when earth is right,
and harmony takes wing.
O Death, thou hideous beast!O Death, thou hideous beast!1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
It happened at my grandmother's funeral. I was tired of the fake smiles and handshakes and the well-wishers and decided to exit the rear of the funeral home to, well, just be alone. That's when I saw it. A shadow at first, slipping away down the dark alley like a criminal on the lam. I called out:
"Hey there, you! What is your business here?"
It stopped for a moment, then again began to hurry away without turning around to face me. I don't know why or what came over me but I ran down that alley as fast as I could and grabbed it by the collar. With a snarl it turned toward me, and I knew at that moment that I had come face to face with Death. Instinctively I backed away, cowering like a lamb before a lion. For a moment, time seemed to stand still as we gawked at one another. Death was a foul beast, unlike anything I'd ever seen before or could have even imagined. It's eyes were hollow and listless, it's belly the size of Jupiter.
Three Blind MiceThree Blind Mice2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
three blind mice
three blind mice
see how they run
see how they run
they all ran after the farmer's wife
she cut off their tails with a carving knife
did you ever see such a sight in your life
as three blind mice
three blind mice
Dumpty here. As in Sam Dumpty. Another tale to be told, another mystery to be solved. And I'm just the guy to do it! After carefully considering all of the relevant facts, taking into account, of course, any mitigating circumstances, then factoring in miscellaneous possibilities, I have put together the pieces of this unusual and extraordinary puzzle and have come up with a working theory as to what actually occurred and why (deep breath).
I started my premise with a multiple query. Three things I considered: (a) How did the mice become blind? (b) Why did they turn on the farmer's wife and (c) Were the aforementioned facts somehow related?
I interrogated the farmer's wife first under the hottest light I could find and with
DeconstructionDeconstruction2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Their lives were built on lies
their bliss just a facade
for twenty years plus five
they'd vowed before their God
to live and love and laugh
and build forevermore
they hired a household staff
had friends and wealth galore
but life behind the scenes
was filled with booze and sex
he said "it's in the genes"
she said "it's just complex"
the children shake their heads
now grown and on their own
from the time they were kids
ashamed of what was sown
To deconstruct a vow
is treachery indeed
if they had known what they know now
might it have changed their wicked deeds?
Cyberbully!Cyberbully!2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
A beauty queen/or so it seems
top of her class/all cheaters pass
I know what you've done/I know where you've been
I know who you've done/so many young men
I'm innocent/so why repent
leave me alone/stay off my phone
There's nothing I've done/there's nowhere I've been
there's no one I've done/don't text me again
The video/it's proof to show
the things you've done/the world will know
You stole my bf/you vexed the wrong chick
you crossed the wrong girl/now live down these pics
The girl on tape/she's got black hair
they've called it rape/I was not there
why harass poor me/why slander my name
why can't you just see/that I'm not to blame?
why can't you see/you're hurting me?
why should I care/miss populaire?
I have a life/why cause me strife?
you have no life/I am your life!
please let me be/just set me free!
I never will/no, never will
I'll never stop/just wait and see
until you drop/you
ProximityProximity burns at the back of my throatProximity1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
incensed with the smoky taste of your cologne;
You're a mere eyelash away and you
in time with the slow motion thumper in my heart.
I reach for you and nudge my kiss into yours
'til we meet somewhere in the middle
of emotion and nicotine-tasting adrenaline
that sets nerve endings in my fingers to vibrato
as I hold on tight and kiss to show one
of my feelings for you.
Another DayTonight's sky is a fiber-optic forestAnother Day2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for us to lose our minds in,
for hopes to become the cloudscape
and for dancing to become the norm.
Tonight's moon is a promise made
to us to keep our dreams within,
for us to build a starlit staircase
and unlock that gilded cage.
Tonight's dusk is a champagne toast
for us to drown our sorrows in
and the reminder that tomorrow
our lives go supernovicly astray.
The meaning of x is not Algebra, Patrick!“Tell me the meaning of life” she said cradling the phone between her shoulder and her ear. She allowed her tongue to form questions her mind hadn't formulated yet; she was tired. She turned onto her side and moved the phone onto the other ear to give the left ear time to cool off. When her ears started burning she knew they’d been talking too long.The meaning of x is not Algebra, Patrick!2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Are you still there?” she asked, eyes open staring out into the darkness. Her brain molded furniture from memory, traces of a life lived in the daylight, but her eyes saw nothing but the faint etchings of a truth – and they wanted something more. She grasped for it; “Patrick?”
“’m here” came the reply. It fizzled through the sound of agitated wiring and she relaxed into her pillow at the sound. “You went quiet on me” she noted with an amused tone. “I was surprised that you expected me to know the meaning of life off the top of my head” he challenged w
Under the Willow TreeUnder the Willow Tree2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Memories of my past continue to dim,
decades now lost in the mist.
They tell me I'm wed to a man named Jim,
I say they're mad, yet they insist!
My thoughts on this day take me back home,
to a time when life was brand new.
I can't recall the town that I'm from,
but I remember scenes from my youth.
My most vivid memory lives here,
just on the edge of my consciousness.
It's a place where I never felt fear,
when the world still seemed to make sense.
It's coming, it's coming! Yes I see!
The vision is clear as daylight!
I'm lying there under the willow tree,
full shade and out of the sunlight.
The river is as clear as crystal,
the smell of the air is so pure!
The willow's about twenty feet tall,
I really feel safe and secure.
Am I alone? Wait! No, someone's there!
A boy with a voice like a dove.
Is it with he that my life I will share?
Or a gift sent down from above?
The memory fades as the dinner bell rings,
a man named Jim brings my food.
Just who was that boy for whom my heart sings?
Why do you cut?"Because it's a pain that I can control when it stops, whereas the pain inside. It doesn't stop. It never stops. It's not control over the pain I need, its that power to decide when enough is enough."Why do you cut?1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
That's what she told me when I asked her why she cut. But that wasn't the whole truth. And as the tally etched down her legs, the reverse of the marking of ages against a doorjamb in her parent's house, I saw another truth. I gave her space until she felt safe enough to say it out loud. An addendum to the truth:
"I need the scars, I need to be able to blame them for being unlovable. Need to be able to blame my past, my craziness, the pain and those who caused it for being unlovable. For no one wanting me. Need them to cover my body so people see them first and the shape of me second. I need them as a mask. Because if the scars are gone then the truth is obvious. That no one wants me because of my body first, and my mind second.. and I can't blame anyone but myself for those things. The sc
PressurePressure:Pressure2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You try to breathe, but you're barely breathing,
You can't think clearly; you can barely speak.
Your mind is filled with needless thoughts.
Your cheeks are red and feverish...
You know what you must do,
But you can't bring yourself to do it.
Instead you jump into a thousand distractions...
Mindlessly seeking the thrill of the 'anything',
You cringe at the progress of time on the clock.
And with lips gone dry from an internal hell-fire
You continue to evade what you cannot face...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 22nd June 2013
It's sadIt's sad,It's sad10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How people lock themselves up,
In their own little world.
We lie to ourselves,
Say that everything's alright,
We wear the mask,
And act the part,
And say it's all part of the show.
We live in boxes,
See in darkness,
And speak in lies.
I't's our world
That we live in,
Why should it change?
Under YouUnder You:Under You2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Beneath the surface of the water,
There is silence, peace and darkness.
To mute the mouths of men,
To drown the voice of the world.
Surrounded by ignorance,
I choose not to hear your whispers.
Without death or pain,
Without birth and life;
Surrounded by denial,
I reject this sense of self.
Without colour or light,
Denying all that is around me;
Surrounded by emptiness,
I am blind within this cage.
Muted, ignorant and blind,
I sleep beneath the surface of the lake.
Eternally drenched, eternally drowned,
I am the you beneath the surface.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 8th July 2013
Xenomorph battle marchXenomorph battle march4 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
This is my battle(x2)
My enemy´s Blood
This is my battle(x2)
This is our War
This is our enemy´s Blood
This is our Hive
The Elevator ManEight hours a day, five days a week, for forty-one years he had pushed those buttons upon command. His place of employment - The Jansson Grande Hotel in New York City. It was one of those hotels that had five stars for everything; suites, service, food, entertainment. Quite simply, it was the "best of the best."The Elevator Man2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Nevertheless, no one ever seemed to pay much attention to the little man who operated the elevator, the main one located just off the lobby. Occasionally he was even mocked or laughed at. Few ever spoke to him with respect, or treated him with dignity. From the time he was a child he was viewed as someone undesirable, someone that you would and should avoid. He was smallish in size, nervous around people and quiet as a mouse. He never looked anyone in the eye, always kept his cast to the ground, even when spoken to.
His daily routine never changed. At exactly six o'clock in the morning he would rise, fix the usua
UMvC3 Fan Moveset: YunUMvC3 Fan Moveset: Yun3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Origin: Street Fighter series
First Appearance: Street Fighter III New Generation (1997)
Voiced by: Todd Haberkorn (EN) Kentaro Ito (JP)
Theme song: A remix of Yun's theme from Super Street Fighter IV: Arcade Edition
Alternate costume: Yun's Alternate costume from Super Street Fighter IV: Arcade Edition
Stage: Downtown China -Midnight Thunderstorm- (Shared with Yang)
Standing light punch, Crouching light punch, Jumping light punch
Standing middle punch, Crouching middle punch, Jumping middle punch
Standing fierce punch, Crouching fierce punch, Jumping fierce punch
Hiza Geri: P + K
Monkey Flip: L or R + P + K
Gekihou Sui: M + K
Gekitei Futai: (R +) L + K
Ento Shugeki: L + P + K
Raigeki Shuu: AIR DR + K
Senpuu Kyaku: R + M
Dakai: R + H
Zesshou Hohou: QCF + P
Kobokushi: QCB + P
Fake Kobokushi: QCB + PP
Tetsuzan Kou: DP + P
Nishou Kyaku: DP + K
Zenpou Tenshin: close, HCB + K
Gen'ei Jin: QCF x2 + P
You Hou: QCF x2 + PP
(Lv. 3)Sourai Rengeki: QCF x2