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Ah, this one was emotionally hard for me to write, it's some thought I had when my friend, ended his life to put it that way, it wasn't too fun to write, but I needed it, and I loved the outcome :)

Update: Oh god this made it to the front page! :D HECK YEAH! :D Thanks to everyone who viewed, favorited and commented, means a lot :D
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I just... punched a hole in a drywall... I can't even believe it... I'm messed up... I won't name the cause of my anger... I just...what is wrong with me? That's the question... my head is just totally screwed up
I don't know what else to say.. I can't even get mad at myself over this, because that's just feeding the anger... Just have to cry it off...
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Very short piece, but I like it.
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Androphobia: Fear of men.

However, I'm not sure how accurate this is.
As it's not exactly /men/ as it is their touch that sometimes makes my skin crawl.

Sorry for the repetition.

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For everything I say, there are about a thousand more things I want to say.

EDIT: Whoa, thanks everyone out there for the faves! Glad you liked it!I have some other poems like this and will continue writing poetry :)


:bulletwhite: What do you like/dislike about this piece?
:bulletwhite: I'm having some issues with "purity" in line 3. Do you get what I'm saying with that? I would appreciate suggestions on how to revise that for a clearer understanding.
:bulletwhite: Do you think that repeating the first line in each stanza is beneficial to the piece?
:bulletwhite: I feel that the end is lacking somewhat. Do you think that a last final line could be added to better anchor the piece as a whole? If so, do you have any suggestions?
:bulletwhite: Be honest. I write a lot of teenage, angst-driven garbage. Does this piece escape that label?


You know what you should do?
Go check out Totems and Godhood [link] by =AzizrianDaoXrak. I offered a critique of the beautiful piece here [link] which I challenge you to evaluate.
And also visit :iconthewrittenrevolution:
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What sixteen years of memory will teach you.

Also, my therapist says my family is a bad influence on me (as if I didn't know.)
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I don't regret it.
Not yet.
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If you lol'd or facepalmed, don't forget to fave it ^^

If you'd like to hear my reading style, please check out the first episode of WordofChen Live here: [link]

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Alright soooo by now you probably figured that this is a joke poem xD

One of the reasons I wanted to do this, is because I keep seeing reposts of stories like 'My Life Sucks' etc. It usually is a written description of spongebob's life and at the end they usually go: "The worst part is that I live in a pineapple under the sea."

After seeing those sorts of stories, I wanted to lighten the mood and try a story like this based on Cloud from FF7. Hopefully it puts things in perspective for everyone else that says their life sucks.

Looking at it from an outside perspective though, Cloud's life really did suck, he ends up as a delivery boy despite saving the world and is so Beta that he can't even hit on Tifa who already likes him a lot. It's like...using a reverse friendzone. She's trying to pull him into the boyfriend zone and he's all 'Naaaaah brah, I'm too emo, I'll go cry at Zack's tomb again'. Seriously Cloud, give Tifa's 'materia' a try, you'll probably enjoy it, unless VincentxCloud is the truth *___*

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates :iconwordofchen:

Other Poems by Me:
My Beautiful Filth My Beautiful Filth:

We'll start with the rose petals
scattered lavishly across the bed
A symbolic collage of my broken thoughts
like memories crushed and thrown into the winds
they lie where they fall, forever forgotten...

Tacks and nails shall line the floor!
A perfect representation of my painful steps
To walk forward was to suffer
to stand still was to endure
Like the insults thrown at me, like the physical abuse
they drive their way into my skin and remain embedded
Unable to be removed except by force

And now comes the masterpiece, the perfect finishing touch
A wall of words and photographs depicting my sorrows and greivance
Whispering to Lucifer Whispering to Lucifer:

Humans are such wonderous creatures
even when granted the gift of knowledge
They fall prey to their own insecurities
slaves to their own fears and paranoia

Such is the father's gift of free will...

Yes my lord, I understand
but do you not feel disappointment?
The great bringer of light has condemned himself to an eternity of darkness
simply so his father's children may roam free

Without adversity, there can be no acension...

Ah, such a philosophical statement from you
I am well aware that humans must experience both extremes
Without tasting joy it would be impossible to understand sorrow
Yet I fear that my
Letting Go of You Letting Go of You:

You abandoned me in the past
without so much as a proper goodbye
One day you simply chose to walk out the door
and you never did come back...

I was angry then, hurting badly
I wondered if I was in some way inadequate
I wondered if you left because I am so easy to despise
and eventually my sorrow turned to anger

I wanted to become great
to show you that you made the wrong choice
to take my strength and throw it in your face
just so you would regret it

But then I saw how happy you were...

In the time we've been apart
You've made a new life for yourself
You've found someone who loves and treasures you
and upon
This is All About You This Is All About You:

Most people giving you advice, might take a quote from a book

Most people giving you advice, have never had a real look

So from someone who's been watching, let me lay my heart bare

I want to show you all the special things, about the girl for whom I care

She always does her very best, no matter how tough the task

Even when she's struggling, she puts on a brave mask

She's always trying to learn new things, just for a chance to make you proud

She can be a little bit quiet, but I think that's better than being loud

She's not the very best in sports, I know she can be kind of a klutz

But she smiles and goes on an

Other Literature by Me:
Mercenary 1-1 MERCENARY

Chapter 1: Blood is Beauty

Release One: Pages 1 - 3

THE COLD AIR in Baron Rorke's study did little to calm his nerves. He was expecting visitors this night and they were not the best of company. A shiver of dread ran down his spine and he spent most of the twilight hours staring out of a large window which stood behind his writing desk. It was amazing, he felt, how quickly a man could become attached to a life of luxury; only to be made painfully aware of how easy it was to lose it. War was always a frightening thing, even more so when one had the knowledge and sense to realise that it was no longer an exercise of glory, but a si
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Maybe i'll make it.

My friend Nichole has her skype message as "Just give me one thing that isn't see through". I have no idea what it means or where she got it, but I took it to this place. Soo, thanks Nichole / wherever she got it from. Hopefully it's not a quote from her awesome writer boyfriend. That would be awkward O_o
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