no dear.no dear4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
the chimney smoke
blows like hair
in the wind
its ashen hum
a trembling dove
a man without
to a crux of spine
dear burden of mine
o father have i sinned
what fire turned
this bread to stone
without my ribs
weeping in the gloam
my chest is pried
a tongueless jaw
with nothing left
DaysThere were days when I got lost behind the moons eyes, the suns smiles, and the clouds tears.Days6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Days where the wind crept up from behind and whipped my hair around my neck suffocating me.
There were days when I got lost within the days light and the nights dark.
The stars were painted black like my heart disappearing, blending into nothingness.
There were days I drowned in the waters depths, and lived inside concrete walls.
Meshing together light and dark; becoming one.
There were days my body was weak from fighting, my mind strong from cartwheel thoughts racing.
My mind running a marathon as my body falls to pieces becoming dust that gets whipped away by the same winds that suffocated me.
I Caught a ButterflyI caught a butterfly, colored green with silky wingsI Caught a Butterfly6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
which was not afraid, but that was mean. Such a human thing.
Delicate being, was not meant for glass made jar,
still it flew around, a couple of times, just to flaunt, and thus
I shook that cruet, to let it soar, just a little bit nothing more,
felt like such a brute. Still not sure though why,
cause how can you tell one delicate butterfly
colored green, with silky wings, that its the most
Maslow's ChildMonday's child isMaslow's Child5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
His thoughts are barely worth the name,
His needs too pressing
If he could just pull in that cold,
City air - maybe a little food
To wash it down -
He will sleep.
Tuesday's child is
The dark, fanged elements
Are inches from her throat
Her heart's staccato speeds
And all she can hear is
The pounding of her feet
And the pounding of her pulse
As she runs,
Looking for somewhere,
For tooth and claw to pass by.
DishonouredDishonoured:Dishonoured2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He stands before the adoring crowd,
Basking in their cheers and standing ovation.
But he has already been dishonoured -
By means of his perverse innovation.
For none could know of the dark secret;
About the art that he claims to be his own.
It is naught but an illusion, smoke and mirrors -
A theft for which he must atone...
But this disgusting creature, this worthless abhuman;
So desperate for the glory which he sees upon the stage!
Will quietly don the skin of another;
An urge he must assuage...
Biting his nails, a cracked smile upon his lips, he whispers:
"No one will know, no one will find it and I am great..."
-Chen Yuan Wen, 24th October 2012
FlawsI could write you a symphonyFlaws4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of whispered words and perfect promises
but I'd rather just hum you a melody,
perhaps out of key,
off the top of my head
composed of all the things I've never said
all the thoughts I've never voiced
every word would be so choice
because it would come straight from the heart of every matter
from the very soul of me
traced around every piece of my shattered spirit
built of every time I refused to hear it
[it respectively being the part of me I chose to hate,
the deepest darks, the secrets stark
the ugly truth I berat
simple remindersThey are asking me to describe you, again,simple reminders6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And like before, the words hang desperately
against my tongue. I spurt and splutter like a fountain
in a barren Alaska, still frozen, not quite thawed.
Uncharted terrain near unpredictable waters,
open to discoveries and exploration, yet unsure
of the ice possibly hidden beneath the snow.
[why do their eyes have to be so judgmental?]
Days seem much longer when there is some(one)thing missing.
How does one describe the sensation of breathing without
the use of suffocation? How does one color the mind with touches
of heaven to those who have never experienced clouds in their hands?
Have you touched fog? It's like embracing a ghostwhirling about
you with a phantom-like sensuality.
That HumAs I look at her, with her beautiful honey hairThat Hum6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my lungs feel colder than my head. With each bruise
the cr-creak at my feet grows louder and louderan dlouder
and that void filling hum in low lectric tonesss -
if I had arms to hug, or ears to hear, I would
I would definitely
fall in love.
MirrorsRich color dances vividly, wildly, (tickling ones visual senses!),Mirrors7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
although remaining conformed within harmonized strokes:
thus directing potential scribbles toward
finely balanced realms of personal manifestation.
I, transmuted now to hue and line, am
resounded repeated reflected
beyond myself into warm mirrors illuminating reality
these images are never the original yet they become something real, fusing with my primary self.
Once alien inside me, this hallowed spirit grows more familiar following each effort,
as through true expression it discovers who dwells in its own skin.
Simply existing causes discomfort, confusion;
meditation via art
Anorexic HeroinAnorexic Heroin8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Such a sad destructive girl
She's looking for the blackest pearl
And oh, the ocean seems so big
So many ways that you can drown
Oh Anorexic Heroin
She measures out what's coming in
Oh sugar, sugar Lollipop
Shed kill the world to make it stop
Too much to deal
Too much to say
We'll eject, shoot our lives away
The worlds too wet for us to burn
Now there's nothing left to learn
So I asked the goddess, where to now?
She told me when, but never how
Yea some of us are sweet and dumb
And some of us just need the numb
Still Trying Have been told that I am, quote, "Very messed up in the head. A walking time bomb; a suicide attempt waiting to go off." unquote, which is making me think more about death and cutting and things that I vowed off of before I turned 14Still Trying5 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Sometimes I forget how hard some days can be. I forget that once upon a time; three years ago, a month, a day, that I never wanted to wake up. It's hard, facing that again, but I don't want to ignore my past.
Its time to accept it.
There were days when I wanted to die; days when I would lie in bed and squeeze my eyes shut tighter, in the hopes that if I did, reality would disappear, and my problems would go with it.
I described my sadness as a well inside my body, in the upper part of my stomach. There would days when that well was so deep, I couldn't crawl out. Days when it crippled what I could do and how I could function, what I could take from others and what I couldn't.
On those days, a simple teasing word could be all that it took to complet
Obessive CompulsiveNumbers, odd numbers, always so many numbersObessive Compulsive5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
inside my imperfect little head.
So many steps,
So many touches,
So many numbers,
Always counting numbers,
Always in my head.
Organizing, everything has its place, always a spot
for every little thing.
Everything must always be,
Otherwise, it's just not alright.
Details, always paid attention, always so right,
every little thing must be perfect.
Always done a certain way,
Spelled and written properly,
Never out of line, it's just not okay.
Always done properly,
Always according to policy or rules,
Always the way I know and love.
Always so many things,
Done such a certain way,
Always such an obsession,
Handled in such a certain way,
confessionalI bought a newspaper that I don't intend to read today,confessional6 years ago in Other More Like This
it was just an excuse to get out of the house for a few
minutes so that I wouldn't have to think about you. I
thought that maybe if I read about Israel shelling Gaza
then my pain would be put into perspective and I'd feel
okay about the deaths of hundreds of people who did not
deserve to die today. The newspaper is sitting next to
me and I can't pick it up because all I can see in my
head is you and him. him and you. I can see his parents
liking you and him taking my place on the mirror at your
flat. I can see my dinosaur drawing and my football shirt
tucked away in a drawer so they can't see what the two of
you are doing. I can see your wedding dress and I can see
your children. That part hurts the most. I can see that
smile you do when your eyes close when you're really happy
and that part really hurts too.
Last night I dreamt about you.
InstinctIn control and animal,Instinct7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Instincts and socially acceptable collide and fuse,
Like the water and oil in a fire.
The choices between prey and predator,
Never escape a sharp mind.
No my friend,
That is my gravity,
Pulling unnoticed intensely, constantly.
Every movement programmed,
I invented the original stealth mode.
Locked on target,
The ever question arises in my mind.
Fight or Flee?
Consumed by instinct and emotion,
I am forever,
dear meidear me6 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
forget about him
try not to forget to
its probably okay to be
a little braver than you have
you are beautiful,
tangible magic, this
is reason enough
to wake up in the morning.
buy milk. eggs, bread
make the bed, find one
damn good reason to
wake up in the morning.
do what you mean
you were amazing today,
i knew you could do it
take that step;make that change
make a difference today.
(because I think you can do these
amazing that you promise
yourself you will do -some day,
youre always looking for a sign;
well, this is it.
i want to see the sun shine from your bones.
TummyfliesYou come online. I feel the familiarTummyflies5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tickle of caterpillar
Splits lips upon starsMorningSplits lips upon stars4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
open, like orange-flesh
in a palm.
I tuck consonants between my
draw moon-craters in my eyes; I make wishes
that are too far away to realise and hope
that somehow things will
the sun is still a mere hole
GoddessGoddess3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You were not a goddess -
no ivory trespass
or oath in alabaster
to wrap in cloth and bury where
it could not be found;
no vessel to be cherished or
adorned with oil.
Too much skin
to fill up a world of men.
You could not breathe
under water -
your hair a window
floating, framed across the surface
as the water line rose up
the pier and sucked barnacles
But we made you a myth
an omen for the young men
who placed the ocean
under their caps
and baited their hooks
every morning to try
to catch the silver trout
left shining on the rocks
where they hauled in the waves
WinterArrived the winter everything loses its colour.Winter5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The autumn flowers retire for their well deserved rest, and the firewood gets ready for what is going to be, its working season.
On the trees snowflakes pose gently, relaxed and ingenuous, already knowing that when the sun will come, it all will be over.
They prefer to forget that moment, so slow and filled with anguish, the one who will put end to their long roads.
In this cold night my fears don't freeze, hardly breathes my soul, searching for a way to escape.
If I knew how to react, I would not hesitate and with all my strenght I would do it, serene and confident, as I know I have been.
However, not being able to remember how it feels.
Drag me out of the dark depression, that surrounds and suffocates me under the moonlight.
Like the beams that hit brutally these trees, covered by white sheets.
Carry me to the spring, and let me see the flowers bloom.
The Hanging of CarmenDangling drop of drool,The Hanging of Carmen6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a pendulum of fat and skin and girl
swinging with a groan of willow wood
and rasping origami in green
chains and knots--another sullen branch.
It was a leash once,
a choking collar lined with dimes
filed to fine silver razors;
he held it loosely
against her neck, firm in his palm.
A flick of his wrist.
Arsenic's got a Bitter FinishSometimes, I find myself staring at you. I wonder if I can look through one of your prettily-pierced ears and see the stars branching into my name on the other side. I wonder if that would scare the hell out of me, seeing such commitment spelled out in black and blue and white on your end when I'm so complacent with being kept to myself on mine. And maybe, deep down, I'm wondering if it's really a commitment I'm so afraid of...or if it's that I'm worried that when you look at me with your heart in your glowing sunrise eyes, I'm not returning the favor.Arsenic's got a Bitter Finish4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sometimes I catch you staring at me, but I like to pretend that I don't see. Instead, I'll sweep my hair to the side because once in a while you'll brush your fingertips against my neck and I like the truth of that. You can't lie with your hands the same way you lie with your lips. Your eyes are sad, and I'm afraid of asking questions because the answers will scare me, I think. StillI want to ask you where it hurts. I want you t
Sleep WalkerMemories fadeSleep Walker2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dreams dance away
Please take my hand
I'll make it okay
You won't ever learn how much it serenades
I'll make it bittersweet
Close your eyes
Lay down your head
Drift into dream
Sink into bed
I'll make it okay
Please take my hand
I'm your daydream