InvisibleInvisible1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
For as long as I can remember, no one ever seemed to care.
My mom left my dad when I was two, since then he's never been there.
Mother works a full-time day job, and then a part-time one at night.
No one's ever really here for ME, somehow it doesn't feel right.
I go to school five days a week, the least popular kid in class.
Bullies seem to thrive on me, the easiest, I suppose, to harass.
My friends have all abandoned me. Why? I really couldn't say.
I feel as though I'm invisible, at least that's how I feel today.
But at night I get out my books, and they take me to worlds unknown.
I find myself fantasizing; here I thrive, no longer alone.
I've flown to the moon, spent time on Mars, and traveled back to the past.
I've run with the wolves, lived on a farm, partied down and had a blast!
Oh, how I wish to prolong such dreams, to live here in these sweet realms.
To reside in my dreams where reality fades, where I get to sit at the helm.
But the morning bell rings, time to ge
The Unmistakable Tragedy of Lakes and LightsWe are the evening, you and I.The Unmistakable Tragedy of Lakes and Lights1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Both painted in our sunday blacks
as mourning breaks upon us.
You are the vast, intense expanse
of a taurine sky dribbling crystals
that hang on invisible threads
from the deep blue smile of the galaxy.
You are those dead, iron-eating stars,
refracting beauty through dead air,
and blurring the edges until
no one can tell where beauty starts
and the spaces inbetween begin,
people gaze at you and forget -
forget - forget how empty spaces are.
You are layer upon layer of small lights
that combine to prick holes
in the darkness that keeps them awake.
That’s what you are, you are
the atmosphere and far beyond.
The bow of a universe wrapped tight
around the world, to hold it together.
I am a dark black lake gripping its shores
too tightly, and flooding them often.
I am a bottomless hole overfilled,
overwhelmed, unable to get over you,
but as I swill and slurry - as I stew -
as I remember contributing to something,
being a drop in the ocean, once -
as I re
The Day The World Went AwayThe world went awayThe Day The World Went Away1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
wild and untethered
from now-loose neurons -
Oh how it flew
for that blind moment
before the lacework broke
and flung serotonin
against baroque wallpaper.
A Mother's LamentA Mother's Lament1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A pretty bride with a pretty smile,
a wonderful future ahead.
Both wanted kids, career now on hold,
a family was her choice instead.
Before too long, a boy, then a girl;
Not long thereafter came twins.
Beautiful life, a husband who cared,
true love wiped away former sins.
She buried the twins on the sixteenth,
a day she would never forget.
They crossed the tracks and tempted the fates;
at just sixteen, they'd lost the bet.
Life still goes on but sometimes it crawls,
the days just seemed longer somehow.
Her nights were spent in memory's haze,
it was hard to live in "the now."
Her son finished magna cum laude,
for a time, her pain forgotten.
But the x-ray exams seldom lie,
the timing seemed ill-begotten.
She buried him on the twentieth,
a day she would never forget.
The monster called cancer had beaten,
a young man the world barely met.
The sixteenth, the twentieth, the first,
three days she would never forget.
On those days she buried her children,
black days that are filled with regret
Hail Caesar(s)Hail Caesar(s)2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
This poem is dedicated to the man I see on my way to work every day, standing in front of the Little Caesar's pizza shop, playing his faux guitar...
On the way to work I saw a funny little man,
guitar on his shoulder and a small pick in his hand.
He sang an indistict song as the cars passed him by,
I chuckled as I passed when I heard his soulful cry.
I thought about that man as I drove back home from work,
do some find him amusing, while others just a jerk?
His guitar had no strings and his pick's a piece of wood,
it made me sad to think this was the way he earned his food.
Just then I had a thought, an epiphany of sorts,
this man could be a clown, or a jester in king's court.
For who's to say what's right or to judge a man's career,
how he feeds his family or the values he hold's dear?
Now when I drive past that little pizza shop on main,
I see the funny man singing tunes out in the rain.
The man I used to ridicule I've grown now to respect,
to judge a man I do not know has made me
Porygon ReportPorygon (the Virtual Pokémon) is an exceptionally rare Normal-type Pokémon found primarily among research laboratories only, though they are also quite popular among major Game Corners worldwide and are found in the wild in the Sinnoh and Unova regions on rare occasions and possibly the Hoenn region. As the first artificial Pokémon created from computers, Porygon are fascinating creatures that truly tread the line between the living and the non-living, making trainers love them, loathe them or simply scratch their heads in response to their existence. If you plan on battling with one, try not to focus on complex strategies too much, because unfortunately for trainers, these strange critters were never designed to exceed their programming!Porygon Report4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Although they are commonly billed as the first artificial Pokémon, the members of the Porygon family are actually the most recent additions to this artificial world; it is true, however, that they were the first Pokémon create
The TravelerI've traveled to worlds unseen, I've flown to places unknownThe Traveler1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
witnessed wonderful things
rode a horse with blue wings
My time machine is my friend, strange things to me have been shown
no one's been here before
been to many new shores
I pray this fun never ends, 'least not until I am grown.
It's lonely out here in space, just me in my small tin can
I so long for a friend
a true heart that would blend
If only I had a pal, together we'd share a plan
Wannabe Cop911. Please state your emergency...Wannabe Cop2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
There's a homey in my 'hood,
there's a thug about to strike!
I'm familiar with this brood,
gonna tell him "take a hike."
'Cause I'm a wannabe cop,
I'm the man/I've got a gun.
I'm just a wannabe cop,
better hide/you better run.
Got a hoodie on his head,
what's he doin' over here?
Dude has got me seein' red,
time to show him who to fear.
"Cause I'm a wannabe cop,
I'm the man/I've got a gun.
I'm just a wannabe cop,
better hide/you better run.
What you doin' in my zone?
Why you stalkin' me so close?
Why you so far from your home?
Man, it's not what you suppose!
So I capped him with my Glock,
now this punk will steal no more.
Name is George and it's MY BLOCK!
Time's eleven forty-four.
911 call response:
Sir the cops are on their way,
from the other side of town.
Leave the young man where he lay,
AND MAY YOU REAP JUST AS YOU'VE SOWN!
"Cause you're a wannabe cop,
you're a vigilante fraud.
What Lies BeneathA pious man who goes to church not once, but twice a week.What Lies Beneath9 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
His lovely wife takes care of home, so mild and so meek.
They have a little boy and girl and one more on the way,
he bought the kids some candy canes just after work today.
He's working hard to make ends meet, does forty plus a week.
The boss-man raised his pay last month, said sales are at a peak.
They own a Town and Country and a little Subaru,
the neighbors wish they had his life and perfect family too.
But underneath appearances the rot runs through and through.
His wife's an alcoholic who's excuse is that she's blue.
Daddy never stays at home on weekends with the kids,
he tells his wife he's playing golf, she knows he's telling fibs.
Yes, truth be told this reverent man who wears the pleasant smile,
trades porno pics with other men who agents have on file.
On Friday nights he stalks his prey with evil, secret lust,
to have his cake and eat it too for this perv is a must.
So when you chance upon a chap whose life seems all
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!
For the World is Hollow..."FOR THE WORLD IS HOLLOW, AND I HAVE TOUCHED THE SKY"For the World is Hollow...2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
All of my life I have struggled;
reality vs. fantasy.
I have lived here in this bubble;
no one alive will listen to me.
They call me the 'ghoul-faced madman'.
If I could just get them all to see,
we're dwelling here in a tin can;
floating along through space endlessly.
"Lock him up! Throw away the key!
Yes, secure him behind bar and door.
Ignore the dreamer, let him be;
don't listen to his rants anymore!"
If only they'd just ask me why,
I'd tell them right straight to their face:
For the world is hollow, and I have touched the sky...
it's all a grand illusion; we're lab rats in this place!
Can You Hear?Can You Hear?1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Can you hear the children crying?
Some are hungry some are dying.
Numbing poverty's to blame,
tiny limbs on tiny frames.
Can you hear the children sighing?
Swollen bellies few are thriving.
Civil wars and genocides,
leave them nowhere left to hide.
Can you hear the children screaming?
Turn your head pretend you're dreaming.
Close your eyes and go your way,
say you'll help some other day.
Psalm 145:16 "You are opening your hand and satisfying the desire of every living thing."
Can you hear the children playing?
See them pet the newborn yearling.
Fun and food and lots of sun,
good things now for everyone.
Can you hear the children laughing?
Watch them plant the tender sapling.
Mom and dad and grandma too,
helping earth be born anew.
Can you hear the children singing?
Voices raised all ears are ringing.
Praising Jah for what he's done,
songs that also thank the Son.
Revelation 21:4 "And He will wipe out every tear from there eyes, and death will be no more
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 Man1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
But 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 mocked, derided. No one ever treated him with respect. From the time he was a child he was treated as someone undesirable, someone you would and should avoid. He was always 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 same breakfast of one poached egg, a slice of t
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
EtherealEthereal2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Motionless skies and meat-filled pies
oceans that are red with blood
trees without leaves and beds of lies
survivors of the global flood
Celestial light-bearing suns
spirits that sail through the void
Tartarus binds the misled ones
prospects for their future destroyed
Days of reckoning now nearing
yea, a dearth of goodness prevails
the endless abyss they are fearing
it hungers for the prey it jails
Heavenly and earthly delight
beauty and kindness to follow
endless bliss, forever in sight
promises certain, not hollow
Abaddon (Destroyer)Abaddon (Destroyer)8 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The dragon king has long beguiled
his minions steeped in deep denial
his reign now nears its end
The serpent spoke of things sublime
poetic words that seemed to rhyme
she thought she'd buy herself some time
deception at it's best
Edenic coup destroyed their hope
from this point on they'd have to cope
in darkness men would ever grope
to find the path of light
The maiden bore a holy son
forever he would be the one
his light shines brightly as the sun
our hope now rests with him
The battle he does now await
the dragon king who spews forth hate
will kneel before God's potentate
Abaddon is his name
Down into the pit he'll go
restrained to never more cause woe
a healing wind will gently blow
one thousand years of bliss
Without the IndividualWithout the IndividualWithout the Individual1 year 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…
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
Three Blind MiceThree Blind Mice1 year 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
Why Birds Still SingWhy Birds Still Sing10 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Flying high into the sky on a windswept summer day,
she feels the freedom flight endows; the choice to hunt or play.
The radiant sun calls out to her - 'tis time to tend your nest;
'tis time to nurse the little ones, then after take your rest.
Man's assault upon her realm keeps tugging at her heart,
if only they with shuttered eyes could see they'd do their part.
The sky was made for all to share, the air once pure and sweet;
would that men might feel the pulse of lamentation's beat.
Still she sings a hopeful song of a future happy day,
a song replete with words of praise for all His wondrous ways.
The time will come when Eden's dreamy paradise is here;
that blessed day when earth's reborn and nothing's left to fear.
The DreamerThe Dreamer1 year 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.
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?
Once Upon a NightmareOnce upon a mysteryOnce Upon a Nightmare2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Once upon a crime
Once upon a lullaby
Once upon a rhyme
Once upon a thunderstorm
Once upon a lie
Because every nightmare tends to start
With once upon a time.
Emerald SkyEmerald Sky11 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
What if things were different than they now appear to be?
Wouldn't it be awesome if the seas were made of tea?
I wonder what it'd be like if the sands were shades of gray,
would the people visit still and would the children play?
I'll bet that if the birds could speak they'd say a thing or two!
What if a fish could whistle or could hum a tune for you?
Imagine how you'd feel if you could breathe under the sea,
or could fly up through the clouds and meet a hawk, or maybe three?
If I had a paintbrush big enough to paint the sky,
I'd paint it emerald green and leave the whole world wondering why.
The grass I'd color purple and the clay I'd change to blue.
Think of all the fun things we could think and say and do!
Wouldn't it be something if a child could stop a war?
And wouldn't you be stunned if hunger plagued the earth no more?
How grateful we would be to celebrate diversity.
How happy I would be to share with you my shady tree.