The Opposite of a ParadoxMisery makes me happy
Because it means I'm real
And pain makes me content
Because it makes me feel.
Sleep makes me tired
Because life's too short
And fun makes me bored
Because I know it's been bought.
Breaking makes me fixed
Because it makes me alive
And breathing makes me drown
Because life will deprive.
Lying makes me honest
Because it makes me me
And dying will make me live
Because then I will be free.
I Am Not ThemI've got the scars on my skin,I Am Not Them1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Reminding what I've done,
Who I've been;
Never letting me forget
Everything that I regret
And making sure I know
That I am not Them.
When the moon is way up high,
And the world is in a dream,
I will cry
For all of the death
Within my breath
Whispering into my ear
That I am not Them.
They make me Their shallow joke,
The things They say and do,
Making me choke;
World wants me dead
I'm sick in the head
All because of the fact
That I am not Them.
If I could transform myself,
Make me rich in beauty,
'Cos that's their wealth
I'd rather just die
I want to remain I
Proud of all I am and
That I am not Them.
I think I pity all of the liars,
The way They act like
Sirs and sires.
They aren't truly alive
Just a drone in a hive
Making me thankful
That I am not Them.
MelancholiaSoothe and subdue me,Melancholia1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
overthrow the ferocity
that harrows me nightly,
and all through the day,
when I should be
happy with you.
Say you will slay
all of my fears
and the forces that drive me
always to tears,
or this intensity
will surely devour me.
You won't escape its teeth, dear,
because you love me so.
You stand by your woman,
even when the wind is blowin',
threatening to tear our house down.
And the colder the winter,
you just hold me tighter,
will tear us asunder.
bravest of lovers,
have withstood all the tempests I bring,
but together we will drown,
stuck in its jaws forever.
Please don't ever say
I didn't give you warning
about the ghosts that I carry,
my love, they are hungry --
they want your everything.
I love you,
but it will be too late.
This is my destiny.
You chose your fate
when you held on to
the hull of this haunted ruin,
and the merciless,
mad allure of the siren
that has wrecked you
by leading you here to me.
Red ScreamsSmiling at me, shiny silver teethRed Screams11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Begging my wrist
For one chaste
Grinning at me, that evil smirk
Making my heart pound
So sharp so
I know I
And really I
Arm’s too full of blood
From attempts to
Join the stars.
Photo album of
My diary of my
I am still
Charade (or Dysfunctional Love)Something old, something new,Charade (or Dysfunctional Love)1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Just give me one perfect devious answer,
Or do I have to weed out of you a clue?
You say you adore me, but it feels like cancer,
To perform this childish charade every disaster.
Close shut the door and wave goodbye,
Look through echoes of grimy glass in regret,
To see a forlorn face but you don't know why?
Where times spent in trust you can never forget,
From chords of a pitiful piano that sing then cry.
Something borrowed, something blue,
Just give me one good honest reason,
Why I should give a damn about you?
You say you love me, but it feels like treason,
To play this churlish charade every season.
Open wide the curtains and say farewell,
Breathe through sighs of arid air in despair,
To see a sullen survivor but you sent him to hell.
Where memories lost in merit you say aren't fair,
From vocals of a guilty guitar that whisper then yell.
You take away my heart of sanity,
To pour in your seeds of vanity,
Now all I have left is my mind of insanity.
Horror Haiku: One Cold LoverI have a veryHorror Haiku: One Cold Lover1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
sweet love, though I'd say that she
comes off as quite cold
it's not the fact that
she has no head or hands or
she's rotten with mold
it's not that I've, with
so much grace, taken her arms
and eaten her face
I'd say it's more that
she never kisses back, and
she won't bat an eye
Oh, my dear reader,
surely you didn't think that
my love was alive!
Ink StainedI color your name,Ink Stained1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
tattoo your body;
it keeps us connected.
Lips reach for the words,
stutter and stumble;
you will never hear them.
Poems on your skin,
do you feel my pen
trying to find your heart?
Cry for meCry for meCry for me1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cry out loud
Tears are falling
They're falling down
I deserve these tears
At least you're here
I made mistakes, I'm proud of them
I'm proud of being here
I was here
Somewhere on the Earth I lived
I had faith
And I failed
Cry for me
It's the least you can do
Smile for me
Forget about truth
Be in this moment with me
Forget about the world, forget about life
We're running out of time
So cry for me
Cry out loud
I am afraid of myselfthe loneliness is a bleeding woundI am afraid of myself1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
mutilated my body
tortured my mind
with dark ideas has become a habit
I am afraid of myself
I do not like reality
I hide in my nightmares
order to escape from life
criss-crossed veins for the trigger girliii.criss-crossed veins for the trigger girl1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
"you're not okay."
"no, you're lying. i can tell. everyone has a trigger."
she's walking around in circles
and trying to pick up her broken pieces, but they're
not fitting like they used to,
something's damaged beyond repair.
"Why are you doing this to yourself?"
"because i've forgotten what it feels like to heal."
she regrets not cutting deeper, when she sees the life
still running through her veins, and her parents asleep
on the hospital chairs.
she comes to school the next day with a bandaged hand
and blue eyes that seem a bit dimmer.
"i broke a mirror."
her cracks speak louder than her words.
she slams her locker door and almost hits the boy walking past
and if this was a movie, she thinks, they'd fall in love
but this is real life, and she is too damaged to even
she's too broken and he's too oblivious
and it's too goddamn late, no matter how pretty h
Will You Marry MeYour face is smoothWill You Marry Me1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
like the edge of a freshly wiped blade
Your skin is warm
like teardrops in a steel morgue
Your hands are soft
like linen sheets over pale, cool remains
Your hair falls to your shoulders
with the accuracy of a weighty noose
Your stride is as confident
as a blood-spattered Gladiator
Your legs send my heart
into a state of hysteria with an assassin's efficiency
Never have I wanted so badly
something so fearsome
Now tell me, my darling,
How to Make it HurtOh dear, Daddy, look what I did!How to Make it Hurt8 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sorry, I forgot you don’t care
And that I’m just your bastard kid.
Oh no, Mummy, I miss you too much!
I ache for what I cannot have;
Your soft, gentle, loving touch.
Hey, God, I’m going to hell!
‘Cause I hurt myself
And others as well.
Sorry, Friend, for all I’ve done!
I never ever listened
And now two will be one.
Goodbye, Bitch, I hate you!
I hope you’ll cry,
You’ve made me cry too.
Hello, Dark Thoughts, I’ll let you in!
Help this hurt less,
Help me let them all win.
A Polished White SinkA Polished White Sink:A Polished White Sink8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
If I had to call this world a blessing;
I think I'd say 'I find it damn depressing.'
You might think I'm stupid from how I'm dressing,
But this is just the heart I feel like wearing.
I see street corners and absent youth;
Don't pretend you don't ever see the night.
Cause when it turns dark, the maggots start crawling;
Looks like God decided to shut out the light.
I can warm my hands on fire and watch the people go,
They don't know who I am, I just go with the flow.
I see streets that seem empty, clogged to the brink;
But that's the reality deep beneath the sink.
It looks clean on the outside, polished porcelain white,
But inside of the pipes are what you keep out of sight.
Yet they're already straining and distorted with strain;
Soon the flood water comes flowing, wash away with the rain.
-Unofficial release from Chen Yuan Wen, 8th April 2013
Please (Don't) Hate MeIf I told you a liePlease (Don't) Hate Me11 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But it made you smile
Would it still be a sin?
If I opened the door
But turned you away
Would you still come in?
If I sliced my skin
But it didn't hurt
Would it still be wrong?
If I acted all brave
But couldn't face it
Would I still be strong?
If I tied my noose
Around a tree's open arms
Would it be an embrace?
If I left tonight
And begged you stay
Would you still give chase?
If I committed sin
But hurt nobody
Would I be welcome above?
If I do something you hate
But only for your good
Could it still be true love?
To HerYou try to save your soul from sins,To Her1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
But you have failed, my dear, alas,
Your beauty everyone’s heart wins
And breaks them like pieces of glass.
When I see you, my heart starts beating,
But I am miserable, I know why:
This dreadful feeling from inside me eating!
Ah, my love, stop this way my poor spirit treating.
You are from heaven, but you burn me with hellish fire.
From everyone your existence I hide,
I was once honest; you made me a liar.
My pen your charm cannot abide.
From my mind you away I’ll never throw,
No matter how strong the winds inside me blow,
What wouldn’t I give to see your blue eyes glow!
My words will reach your ears, I vow!
My World to bits you tore,
But nothing matters anymore,
Until the grave you I shall adore!
Love is a DiesiesI am a mad-man, nothing more,Love is a Diesies11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who is too foolish to turn away.
Who dares to knock on the forbidden door,
Who doesn't understand why he decays.
A mad-man who does not understand
The grief the diesies brings.
Who grabs his untrusting loved ones hand,
Who answers when the Grimm Reaper rings.
No medications can cure the illness
Of those infected by the diesies.
For love brings no relief besides numbness
As it fullfils its deadly deeds.
Drowning, suffocating, undeniable death
Is what comes to those who are ill.
Who curse their foolish desires to love
Who try to reclimb but fall to Life's Hill.
I pity thee who falls so easily
Under death's taunting spell.
So maybe I am a fool to love thee so openly,
But I do so anyways, even if it means my
The ForgottenWe are the forgotten onesThe Forgotten1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
left within the shadows,
at rare moments you get an inkling
of our presence,
when you think you are alone
and the hair on the back of your neck stands on end,
you turn around only to find nothing,
awakening in the night unnerved,
believing someone was standing beside you
watching you breathe.
Even so you try to deny us,
to push us away like bad memories,
we are unwanted,
but the darkness is ours,
static on your arms as we brush against you,
sometimes in nightmares we come.
In the light of day it all seems fine,
and you attend to your lives
which are refused to us,
but there are always hidden places,
where we lurk, and we know
all your little secrets,
we are your sins and your regrets,
as unwanted children.
You create us but cannot destroy us,
and you will never be free from us,
though you neglect to nourish us,
thinking you can step right over us,
like the starved in the streets,
we are there while you sleep,
and we crawl within the walls,
we are here, we will
I Wish You the BestI hope you know that I still wish you the best,I Wish You the Best1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Because at one time, I put you above all the rest.
Though the communication may be gone,
I don't want it to be that way for long.
But I'll respect your wishes, give you your space,
Even though I just want to see your face.
Days turn to weeks, weeks to months,
And I haven't seen you, not even once.
How could we spend these years together,
For you to say that you want to see me...never.
I was your first, and I wanted to be your last,
But alas, everything is now a thing of the past.
Now there's nothing left for me here,
And the time I sign my life away grows near.
I keep a smile on my face,
And try not to retrace...
Reflecting on the memories that we once shared,
And the times that we both cared.
But underneath the facade I feel like I'm dying,
And in the inside I can't stop crying.
I forgot how it feels to be alone,
Reminded by my heart losing it's home.
I have no option except to stay strong,
But it's hard when we can't right what was wron
He Never StoppedSomeone once told me that depression was like a dense, dark raincloud that hung over you and you couldn't escape from it as hard as you might try. I don't think I ever really understood because I have spent so many years running and hiding from that cloud. I finally understand now. I also know however that you can't run from this and you can't hide from it. Instead you have to find a way to rise above it, walk on top of the clouds and let the rain fall below your feet.He Never Stopped1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
In a world full of liars, deadbeats, cheaters and beaters it is easy to lose confidence that decent people do exist. Do you know how many times I have pinched myself in all the years I've known you just to make sure I am not dreaming you up? I will whisper the answer in your ear while you have your arms around me.
There isn't much in life that surprises me, but I have said many times to many people how you do. You hold onto your passion and devotion in a way I can't imagine holding onto anything. I have been so
They Watch UsThey Watch Us:They Watch Us1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Perched high upon the mountains;
With wings as black as night.
They watch us in the hour,
Before darkness turns to light.
I've seen them in my visions;
In dreams they come and go,
But the things they seem to tell me
I guess nobody should know...
I've seen children that are buried,
Beneath a frozen lake.
A maiden sits there weeping;
Her heart is soon to break.
The crows flutter downward,
A noose amongst their hands.
They take the maiden away,
To a dark and distant land.
And even if I follow -
Even if I try...
I'll simply end up buried,
Where the frozen children lie.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 10th November 2012
Poetic Practice - Love Like AshPoetic Practice - Love Like Ash:Poetic Practice - Love Like Ash11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yes sir, he is clinging to insanity.
He remembers all the things he said, profanity.
Bare the shame on his naked old humanity.
He is the doll claiming love for his vanity-
When he woke up, desire!
He made a move like fire.
His whispers; a liar,
His heart snaps, like wire!
But what are you thinking of this man as I make him out?
Is it an image or a type that you seem to tout.
was it all his fault with no one else to blame,
Or were there cracks in the story that they both will claim-
Spit that and live that,
Hate when you love that!
You rip that and tear that,
Scream like you know that!
Stop for a moment and just listen to this silent cry,
Time has stopped now for both of us to say goodbye.
Both turning on these clocks, living lies that have stopped;
And when the love turns to ash, let the gloves be dropped...
- Chen Yuan Wen, 17th January 2013
Pharaoh and His WifeBeneath the ancient skiesPharaoh and His Wife1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
two lovers, hand in hand
walk together under a vastness
of the stars.
a world of uncertainty,
on the cusp of everything,
where power ripples as the sands
beneath their feet,
to dissipate at any moment.
To each other they cling,
to hold it together,
they stand tall bearing the weight
of the world upon their shoulders.
The gods watching above,
with critical eye
expecting to mold the divine
within mortal flesh
in their earthly representatives.
And rise or fall in time
they will become immortalized,
captured in one stolen moment
as but two lovers beneath
an ancient sky.
The Man with the Blue GuitarI.The Man with the Blue Guitar1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
He told me to find something worth living for.
Music cannot keep me fed
nor my children clothed.
Music would only kill me.
She told me that my music was to die for.
The passion would keep my lungs breathing
and my heart beating.
One day, music was going to save me.
I sang my childhood blues
until they came from the throat of a starving old man.
I had a lifetime of broken bones and bankbooks;
each had its own rhythm to save me.
Guitar strings lust for the life beneath my surface.
My arteries stain its blue face red
with every beating from the world.
One day, this rhythm is going to kill me.
At The EndIn hazy daydreams,At The End1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I would wonder
I would ponder
As I wander
Through these visions.
And I would see.
Would there be a you
Or me, or we,
Or would there be,
At the end.
For at the end,
Of thought, or time,
Could there be,
No need to define,
What is left behind
At the close.
Is infinity, quite,
Which in itself,
To be nothing.
A shade, a colour,
A type of artist's paint.
Is simply white,
Or black, it might,
Is actually quite,
At the end,
Of time and existence,
What shall remain?
Something shall remain,
Think in bleak disdain,
In the future.
At the end.