Russian RouletteOh, darling...Russian Roulette3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How am I alive?
After what you put me through,
I'm surprised I didn't
Baby, love is a dangerous game,
and we played it like
Headspacethis is life without you:Headspace3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have lost a week, but every hour is endless.
Today, I wrote a love letter to a man who gave me purpose
but he will never know me better than in the line
which ended: "I want to share the peace you gifted me."
yes, I am allowing myself to hide in coffee shops once more.
Breath heavy and aching eyes I am tired -
tired and weightless, waiting as seconds steep slowly,
learning to live with the words which I have spoken
words which at long last
have chased you away.
you were warned,
you. were. warned.
ink-stained and cradling chai,
reading spice-leaves and honey which only manage to say
I am a mess. I am a mess, lost and lonely,
savouring the moment stolen where I feel at home:
the moment before the storm,
before moon captures sun,
before extermination, before I am held accountable.
yes, I am spinning one last yarn,
finding myself the cut which fits my raw new skin,
the style to suit this fearful new world,
where I am dodging eye contact with
Live by the CreedLive by the CreedLive by the Creed5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
To become an assassin you must be,
A loyal follower of these rules three.
Never harm the innocent,
No good could ever come of it,
Always be silent and discreet,
To make escapes swift and neat,
And finally never compromise the Brotherhood,
Or the fate of us all won't be good.
The Templars are all Assassins' foes,
Always causing the troubles and woes,
All Templar hearts are as black as coal,
As they clamber to achieve their single goal,
They forever strive to be,
The controllers of everything you see,
Use your blade to stab their backs,
And halt their plan right in its tracks.
Nothing is true. Everything is permitted.
The SindarAlso of the Third Kindred, were they,The Sindar8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And deep their loyalty to their King;
When, during the Great Journey, he mysteriously vanished,
Mournful songs for him they did sing.
When the others continued West, they refused to go on,
Still loyal to their lord, they determined to await him.
So when their Kindred departed, they remained behind,
And called themselves the Forsaken.
Their long vigil rewarded when at last did their King return,
A beautiful Queen at his side;
Now tallest of Firstborn was he, and silver of hair;
And glorious was the light of wisdom in his brides eyes.
Great was the peoples joy; for no longer forsaken!
And content to dwell beneath the stars, People of Twilight,
Named the Grey Ones, in honor of their High King;
For over 3000 years did he reign in great might.
The greatest of Firstborn in the mortal lands,
Were those who were called the Grey.
Mighty were they, and vast their realm,
The Queens Girdle ever held evil at bay.
Lovers of trees were the Grey
82. +I feel like a double82. +1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
hashed one on top of the
It’s confusing to look at,
I feel confused.
Two of the same face at
too many limbs
to count –
this picture of me
isn’t fit for human
i would do anything to get you to love yourselfi know your type, i’ve seen them around herei would do anything to get you to love yourself5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
before, browsing through my poems like
you’re flipping through vinyl records, trying to find
that one disc you were listening to the first time
he leaned over and kissed you.
the only way you’ll ever be able to love yourself
is if he leans over and kisses you again, is if someone
tells you about the seven wonders of your soul, if
someone sits down and writes a list of all your beautiful
fault lines that you’ve never been able to forgive.
you want to love yourself and you want to be loved,
but i know it’s hard to believe that you’re holy,
when your hands still shake when they touch food and
your breath always quickens when you drive
over bridges and no one can look you in the eye
when you ask them if you’re beautiful.
look, you’re stardust, you’re snowflakes, you’re
the sky’s gift to us, you’re comets on a cloudy night
when no one looks up to appreciate how beautifully
One last wishThe flow of time, the future, all that is aheadOne last wish2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
there's all these thoughts I cannot get out of my head
the more I think, the less I see, the more I start to fear
but there's still a little bit of time left and I'd like to spend it here
See, I'm not the kind of person, optimistic
because every ending is where a new story began
but you told me it was going to be okay before
can you do it again?
Won't you just stay here, let me approach you
then comfort me with your presence somehow
Could you please not pull back when I lean against you
just for a second, could you hold me now
And won't you just sit there and read a poem for me
there's just a few things I must have heard
Could you just sit here and tell your life story
I promise I won't say a word
DifferentDifferent on the outside,Different10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Different mask you see daily,
Different girl you call ‘Hailey’
To my surprise
Your ears are distracted,
So I tell lies, looking into your eyes,
“Yea I’m fine. Simply tired”
For that response my brain is wired.
Different mouth you hear speaking,
Different voice you hear screaming
Different eyes you see pleading,
Different person you’d befriended
I’m sorry this is how it’s ended.
.reflection.καμια φορα.reflection.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am a PoetYou ask me who I am , where did I come fromI am a Poet3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I say: I am a poet, I was born out of the blazing silk of my words
My heart is an eternal rebel, since the dawn of creation
I'm the master of my own words, the keeper of God's secret
I'm the story of that rose shivering on the freezing hill
I live in that oasis of light, in a world beyond your world
The stars stare at my hopes, and hell trembles between my fingers
The night dreads my pain, the morning sleeps on my pillow
I create my words from the tissue of my veins
I weave the images from the feather of my eyelids
I wash my sins away, when I repent between the lines
My words move slowly between your palms, climb to your soul
To hug that poet, who sleeps between the chambers of your heart
When the world is mud, thorns and empty substance
I create my own, where the ground is basil and the walls are none
Your pain is no matchYou hurt like an arrow piercing through a heartYour pain is no match5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Blood dripping rapidly at a alarming start
You destroyed what's left of me
Why is it so hard for you to see?
Will you ever know when to stop when to halt when enough is enough
But you continue to torture me with your words they are rough
Bullying is not fair
I've done nothing to deserve your terror affair
I stand strong to you because your not worth my time
Making me feel pain from the hurt you feel inside
A masked drama king in disguise you won't acquit
Just because you feel pain gives you no right to pass it
Just try to understand I've made mistakes
But I've always been true to you and never fake
At the time you were bored and our love had an impact
Grow up and grow a backbone your now the circus act
Your sensitivity is off the charts call me when your back on track
Move on with your life because your falling through the crack
You know who you are I'm calling you out
To scared to show yourself take another route
About ArtNobody will ever love an artworkAbout Art3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as passionately as the artist
And nobody will ever hate an artwork
as much as the artist,
cause it holds a part of himself inside
And it might be a photograph of
the beauty of his mind
but also a mirror for
the abysses of
Crows"Crows," I whisper and she flies,Crows4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
brown arrow shot
from the bowstring of a word.
Water fallWater fall4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Takes a daunting tool,
With a splash of darkened hues.
Be it small,
With only a few drops,
Or as might as a great white.
The water's crash,
Onto the mind's limestone.
Erodes both memory and will.
Drown in salty seas,
From the waterfall of darkened hues,
Where no form of hope may rest.
I'm afraid of losing you.I don’t know if you feel it too, the feeling of wanting to break looseI'm afraid of losing you.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And just screaming “I love you” but I’m scared that we might lose
Because just of our age, or the time, or any person that doesn’t want you to be mine
But I know that if this goes wrong I’d be the one who'd cause the crime
I’m a bit afraid; one false move would make everything go away
And I’m always left wondering if what I’m doing is okay
I just want everything to be alright between you and me
Or is there something that I cannot see?
My head is rambling with questions that fear is inventing
Maybe is not fear, maybe it’s because I’m too caring
Am I paranoid? I don’t want to make a mistake
You said I’m doing things right, then why do I always shake?
The Secret GardenThe Secret Garden:The Secret Garden3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To those who are waiting in the silent shadows;
To the sisters I've been trying so hard to find.
It is time we came together as one
For here we shall leave the past behind...
In this secret garden, my voice is clear
Soft and gentle like the flowing wind.
Yet here I am; a dirty spirit
A simple soul that sinned...
Gathered in silence, bearing cowls of night
You've come like moths, to a burning light.
These lovely witchlings, so tender and lush
Soon I will give you, a blessed blush...
Take my marking into your flesh
And bear the stigma of our ancient creed...
Tonight you feast in my humble honour
For in your bellies I have planted seed.
Soon it will grow and begin to mature
You will feel it breathing inside your heart.
The gift to change this wretched world;
But first it must be torn apart...
"I am Chaos and I am sin..."
-Chen Yuan Wen, 26th April 2012
NegligenceI am a faggotNegligence2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm unacceptable to the Peers, who never let me be
Hallowed be my name by their psuedoroyal decree
I am not as I'm told, only like me
A schizoid prisoner-victim
In a prison that is free
In here I'm bound by chains made by the words of the Peers
And I often wonder: Where did the words come from? How can they live such empty lives? How can they have no heart to speak from
nor the free will to acquire one? Not even a mouth with which to ask why?
Social status is an essential nutrient I've lacked all my life
Resulting in this disease known as faggotry
There is no cure, no rest, no light
No escape from this conviction as I am lost in this mirage formed by the repetition of synthetic repetition
Every night I dream of logic and harmony
(symptoms of my disease)
Every day they say to me that the way to live is as the silent scream in the throat of a collective dream
of a place where every kindheart bleeds and every blackperverted heart
Witch OilThere's magma boiling in her frostbitten veins;Witch Oil2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
incandescent pixie dust and
sluggishly making its way through
a childish heart — wishing for one last chance
to spread her wings and soar to
You're not a failure for failingHer small, anxious handsYou're not a failure for failing5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
grabbed the cup, a bit too large
as it slipped down and tumbled to the ground,
the milky mess covering the carpet:
her mother let out a disapproving sigh
and rolled her eyes,
“Will you ever do anything right?”
and that’s when she began
to limit her aspirations,
so that her dreams would never be too large,
so she’d never make any mistakes
she’d never again drop the cup,
but she’d never have enough to drink.
Skin.I love the way life leaves its mark on our bodies.Skin.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Every laugh and smile etched in the crinkles around your eyes and mouth;
Those tan-lines the time you forgot about sunscreen
Because you were so hell-bent on reaching that mountain peak
Or when you just became lost in the gentle lap of waves at the shore;
The scars you got skateboarding in the park at summer dusk
Or when life became pain and it was your only release.
Our bodies are a record of our memories and experiences
They are our travel journals and emotional diaries
Our delicate armour to the elements.
And no matter its colour, its stature, if it's not quite intact
If you sometimes think it takes up too much space, or if it has pointy corners
Your body is the vessel for your soul, and every wonderful facet of who you are
Sparkles from the surface of your skin.
Skin that may grow to be wrinkled, tanned, scarred, well lived-in
Although not always embraced by you the way that others embrace it.
Take the time to explore the s
Sorry (Poem)Not long ago I caused damage,Sorry (Poem)5 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To a worthy and innocent mind,
I was in a bad mood at the time,
And that 'good me' I just couldn't find,
I let it get the better of me,
I let it harm one who sought to teach,
As if teaching is even a crime,
Sometimes education seems out of my reach,
But before, I wrote another poem,
And Eve was the name,
I am sure that after reading it,
The real Eve must think I'm insane,
But I want her to know it's metaphoric,
Even though literal examples were used,
I think it may have really frightened her,
And I'm sure she wasn't amused,
I hadn't realised the poem's power,
Until the police knocked on my door,
Then they came in and told me,
Why I was visited by the law,
I had no idea they were worried,
It was just a poem after all,
I left it in my e-mail signature,
Like all my other work that I thought was cool,
I didn't even think they'd read it,
I left it there without thought,
And I don't think they were impressed,
In fact, they were rather distraught,
I was then remo
Sexism - a story untoldI. A mother scorns her infant boy forSexism - a story untold4 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
wearing a dress; the fresh print of a
hand mark glows on his cheek.
Meanwhile, his sister plays in shorts
II. Lunchtime and a child, no more than
twelve, hurries home early. Tears
smudge the sleeves of his favourite
shirt as he tries to muffle his sobs.
A girl hit him in the face, but boys must
III. Accused of sexual harassment, a
young man apologizes for complimenting
a lady at the bar. Somewhere in the
crowd, a girl pinches a stranger's bum
whilst her friends screech like hyenas.
She was only mildly flirting with him,
IV. In a restaurant, a woman insists her
date pays the bill. The following day,
he's accused of earning too much and
spending too little.
V. A man is pinned against the wall and
forced into sex. Even though he turns
away, he must enjoy it because he's
just a bloke. Women can't rape men - it
doesn't work like that.
VI. Somewhere in this world, a boy
holds the door open for his crush, a
For Every GirlFor every girl who was a ‘bitch’ ‘cause she said no to a boyFor Every Girl1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
For every girl who was a ‘slut’ ‘cause she said yes
For every girl who was an object ‘cause she had tits
For every girl who couldn’t wear that ‘cause boys can’t control themselves
For every girl who was ‘asking for it’ ‘cause she wore a short skirt
For every girl who was a ‘prude’ ‘cause she wore a long one
For every girl who was a ‘challenge’ ‘cause she liked other girls
For every girl who was ‘easy’ ‘cause she liked both
For every girl who nobody heard ‘cause she didn’t have a dick (or maybe because she did)
For every girl who everyone ignored ‘cause she was ‘on her period’
For every girl who was ‘fat’ ‘cause she had dessert
For every girl who was ‘anorexic’ ‘cause she didn’t
For every girl who was ‘insecure’