So young and so used,
Don't stop, the world is watching,
They can't look away.
I am a coward,
I've seen things you won't believe,
I wish you would stay.
Try to convince you,
I made peace with who I am,
Deny who I was.
We cover our scars,
We take hits when we are bored,
They make us look good.
Not afraid to die,
Where will we be tomorrow?
Bear a sincere smile.
I taste only sin,
The night is our memory,
No fear of regret.
Smell the stench of death,
Burning in the lust of youth,
Breathing is shallow.
I glamorized suicide,
Brought stories from down under,
And I'm a hero.
~きょ~ © J-Goth/Amanda P.
NecromancyShe replaces her wristsNecromancy1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
with the sharp thorns
of roses and slurred
as she speaks
in an old tongued
language that whispers
She collects stars
on her knuckles,
& her dust eyes
are sad moon nebulas
starved for love.
But, the kisses
she sinks into the curve
of her lover's ribcage
by night, warm that
Waiting for HimI’m praying, watching, waiting,Waiting for Him1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
For that special guy,
Wondering what he’s like,
What he loves to do,
Who he is...
For now I’m just going to wait,
I know it’ll never be too late,
Something pure, beautiful, a glimpse of the wonder Above,
He’s going to be the guy,
Who’ll walk the long path of life with me,
Who will have morals and a pure heart,
Treat me with respect and hold the door open for me,
Love me and make me feel special,
He’s not going to be perfect; we’re only human, after all,
But my standards are high,
Rightly so, for I shall not give myself away to just anyone,
He’s going to love children, because so do I,
He’s going to hold my hand till the day I die,
To walk with me the final path into Heaven,
So I’m just going to wait and watch,
And pray for that special guy.
Paperback SpineIn stories,Paperback Spine1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
the lucky ones
have their lives changed
by one little moment-
one dandelion puff
between your palms.
And the author stresses
this moment, how tiny,
that seemingly unimportant
into a novel.
You have to be
My eyes have gone dry
and my lungs are about to pop,
and my tongue is oversaturated-
My Perfect MistakeAs he drew,My Perfect Mistake1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
His pencil slipped,
Leaving an undesired mark upon his canvas.
Erasing leaves shadows,
And the mark he left was far too heavy.
He began to think to himself.
Something familiar was there,
Something he simply could not shake.
He had seen this before,
He had seen it and forgotten.
This particular memory was destined to be lost forever,
Forever lost in the depths of his mind.
He then started to think deeper.
How many "mistakes" were thrown away?
There was something quite incredible here,
And he was seconds from tossing it aside forever.
Fate had given him another chance
To reclaim this gem that had been tossed carelessly aside.
The more he thought,
The more he resented the idea of mistakes.
Are not mistakes just untapped potential?
If not all mistakes,
Are not some at the very least a learning experience?
Would an expecting mother deny her child simply because it was not planned?
Is that child simply an inconvenience without the potential to do amazing things?
This slip of the
short-term memory.and you'll never forget:short-term memory.1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
When you realized that everybody dies alone.
When you didn't take your eyeliner off one night, so in the morning
your eyes would look as hollow as you felt.
When you spent a year blacking out the sad endings in your books.
(When you wished that life could also work like that.)
When you learnt that "We need a break" means "I am going to break your heart."
When you fell in love with the stars, and the way he says "us."
When he told you, "More than just a long time."
The first time you hung up to the sound of your father laughing.
When you walked home from a party in January, and couldn't remember
if you were still breathing.
When you begged him to let you be sad, and he smiled and said, "No."
When you saw the irony of drawing trees on paper – and how alive you've felt
after being sure you were dead.
R.I.P WordsDo you know what it feels like?R.I.P Words1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
To feel something, but...
be unable to express what it is;
to be silent;
to fight it alone.
I know how much it hurts,
but I don't know how to show it.
Poetry used to be my refuge,
a place where I could be alone -
express all my emotions,
without being judged.
I'm losing it.
I can't connect to poetry.
Everything sounds so stupid...
Everything I write sounds stupid.
I have to erase all my feelings,
because they don't sound right.
The words aren't real.
They don't show what I feel
And maybe this will be the last.
Maybe I'm gone:
lost of all emotions.
I'm truly alone...
I used to have poetry.
Now I have nothing.
ArmsI rub my fingers up and down my armsArms1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Warming my bones to the idea of
Dancing with the silky shadows of
A bowl of white feathers on my wall
To the whisper of a past love; Filling the
Sockets of my eyes to the brim with
The melted wax of a vanilla scented candle
Savoring the feeling as it drips from
My empty lids upon my quaking skin
Leaving a quilt pattern of pink welts
On my limbs to remind me of the days
I spent in the warmth of your arms
Disconnect Yourself [Remix]Disconnect Yourself [REMIX]:Disconnect Yourself [Remix]2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is it so easy to pull your wire
Out from the inside?
(The kiss of Cyanide)
You drank the poison
And lived a lie
(That you could not deny)
Your mind was like stone
But then it started to break...
Now drifting helplessly
You shattered like glass
Knowing that you're fake...
The empty shell, that you grew
Has started to come undone...
Piece by piece
You're breaking apart; and it weighs a ton!
The wire inside me
The blood in my veins
(A memory of an ancient pain)
Knowing that I
Am nothing but a fake
(The self you cast away)
Dreaming of times
When the world was simple
Not simply made of masks...
You lost yourself
When you took a sip
From the horrid poison glass...
So face yourself in the mirror
And look the person in the eye
Can you disconnect yourself from this vision
Or will you be the first to die?
"I dare you, to pull the wire..."
-Chen Yuan Wen ft. Rue (Relic-Angel), 14th March 2012
The Llama Badge SongGive a llama,The Llama Badge Song1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Get a llama,
And maybe another little llama.
I have lots of badges,
I even got a cake.
But then I saw the way,
Of the llama badge.
I got a llama badge,
And it told a tale.
So now listen, for a little while,
About the llama badge.
Did you ever get a llama?
Or a super?
Or the albino llama?
Ninjas of llamas?
Is this how it's told now?
Is it all so gold?
Is it made of rainbows?
Now I am getting sad,
I've run out of badges.
Time for me to trade badges,
And level up.
Obituary Of A FriendshipAfter all this time we finally meet again.Obituary Of A Friendship1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm excited to hear how you've been, my friend.
But when you start to talk I start to abstain.
While I smile, secretly I wish for this to end.
We're thrown back into a time that ended long ago.
What we had in common does not matter anymore.
Again you want a shoulder so you can have a good cry.
I am diplomatic though I sense this friendship does die.
About all the tragedies that happend to you I shall know
While I cannot tell you why my smile becomes so sore.
I am really sorry that things have come to this.
We used to be good friends but we both have changed.
I treasure what we had, but you I won't miss,
Once we parted ways and the goodbyes are exchanged.
We've grown apart and the distance between us is vast.
You talk so much and more yet still nothing has been said.
The conversation runs dry, as it dies we start to brag
About what we achieved, but that's just hoisting the white flag.
There is no sense in trying to keep alive what's dead.
The Lover and the LionLover:The Lover and the Lion1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am made of matchsticks and red ribbons and tiny
sparks of Saturday-morning duvet hopes ricocheting
around my brain into a pattern of torn petals from
daisies. Lovers are destroyers of flowers, we know
this. This is why we belong under trees and in wheat
fields, letting buttercups and dandelions grow between
our toes and around our shoulders. We are made to belong.
Whoever said that a lion is made by birth was
not telling anybody the whole truth. If you would
like to know how, when you stand up, when you roar,
does it feel right? Are you brave? Only the brave can be lions.
a sheep dressing itself in fur and mane will only convince its herd
that it is delusional. You can take the lion out of the desert,
but you will never take the desert from the lion.
Anyone who thinks otherwise must know that you cannot tame what is not willing.
I am made to serve my purpose. To hold anyone who is interested
in the palm of my hands and in the chambers of my heart, to chase
Heart of Iceshe wishes for a heart of iceHeart of Ice1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
a heart to hide her fears
she wishes for a heart of ice
a heart to freeze her tears
but if her heart of ice meets fire
then perhaps it will thaw
for if her heart of ice meets fire
she will surely pour out her emotions raw
It's Your Sick WorldYou're bold, you're stupid, the blame game is your friend.It's Your Sick World1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pointing fingers, shouting names,
none of them your own.
Swollen bellies, teenage bodies, where's the father,
why the bother?
Drugs replacing, mind is racing, colours facing, love escaping.
Designer brands determine friendships,
the popular ruining it all.
See the girl in the chair, dead in the centre,
judged, broken, offended, broken.
What do you do?
Judge, break, offend, BREAK!
Tear down the creative,
shatter the artistic.
This is your life,
walking a fake line.
Cherish it, or don't.
It's your sick world.
Sensual TortureSensual Torture:Sensual Torture1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are but a simple pawn;
Caught in a maelstrom of ill feelings and turmoil.
You were not meant to be here -
But unfortunately, here you are my friend...
Now then, I do not wish to drag this out;
There is no purpose in badgering someone who knows so little.
However - without your confession - I'm afraid that
I would not know whom I should share my - pleasures with...
Though I'm certain that you will be sharing plenty...
Of course, it will probably be a poor idea to make you scream,
At least not while I'm still enjoying your fear.
Instead we'll begin with a simple agony;
A quick taste of your pain to whet my appetite...
We'll begin with just a thin incision,
One that is made in the center of both your eyelids.
And then, then we'll make another cut - this one just above the eyes...
Ah, I will adore the feeling of watching your skin peel apart
As the scalpel bites in and draws it aside; much like the curtain
Set upon a theatre stage. It is the
ImagesI had a dream that I was dead.Images11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Most of the faces I did not recognize.
There was a room; and a voice.
I felt like I shouldn't have been there.
There were so many people, and I was scared.
There was a familiar face in the endless crowd;
Someone from long ago.
They were smiling.
And then the room was gone.
I was stood in a park, in the rain.
It was so sad, but beautiful too.
The ground was covered in dead leaves,
and I could hear trees rustling in bitter wind.
There was thunder, but I wasn't scared.
I wanted to stay there forever, in the rain.
I had a dream that I was alive.
Love To KillHe whispered in my ear, "Baby can I hug you around the neck?Love To Kill10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your eyes really brighten up when you cry,
Judging by the marks on your wrist you already want to die."
Trying to recover and stop loving you,
But my heart has a mind of its own,
And I can never find better then you.
"You deserve everything that's coming for you.
Everything you do makes me rageful,
I can barely stand to see you breathe.
Now blow me a kiss as you're on your knees."
Each bruise is a mistake, and truly made of love.
I know how his heart of stone really feels,
I just have to mine through the bitterness.
"You won't ever leave,
Don't you know what my dad did to me?
You won't be another heartbreak.
Now cover up your black eye and fake a smile."
His past has formed who he is,
All he needs to change his ways is love and a tender kiss,
We can get past this because true love actually exists.
"I'm sorry for the blood and broke promises,
I swear it won't be like before,
A flood of love,
Followed up by punches."
I trust hi
Graduation DayGraduation Day:Graduation Day6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
They told us we would be alright...
We had fought with honour and won our titles.
We had overcome trials together -
Watching dozens of our siblings fall in the line of duty.
For this they had promised us, a wondrous welcome;
A bountiful world of adventure, with a myriad of paths.
All this, they said, awaited us in the stone cities.
Large metropolises, where the working folk resided...
There were hundreds of us, who made that journey.
Walking miles across the scorching desert,
Clinging to a hope of the fortunes beyond.
Yet what awaited us was not a promised land -
Nor was it a life based on the merit we had earned...
Instead we found ourselves quarantined,
Pitching tents of inexperience-
Huddling together for comfort and warmth;
As the great gates of employment stood eerily silent.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 18 June 2013
YouThe perfect smileYou1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The coolest walk
The sweetest style
The smoothest talk
Such beautiful eyes
Such tasteful lips
The greatest surprise
And erotic hips
I'll be your lover
I'll be your friend
We'll lie under these covers
Until the end
Death of a Love.She hadn't moved from her window in over a day.Death of a Love.4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Watching for the impossible was something that she was content to do. It injected her with the faint hope that she might witness some of those precious memories once again. Maybe his decrepit old Clio, chugging along and spluttering to a grumbling stop right outside her house, or maybe the bicycle that he sometimes opted for instead, signalling his arrival with the ringing of a bell. It economised on both petrol and his nerves, he had always told her with a smile.
His smiles were gems. She had always watched in rapt fascination when his lips pulled back and curled upwards, his left cheek dimpling slightly when it lifted more than the other. His teeth were slightly crooked, the front two pushed back a little further than his incisors, always immaculately clean.
She shook her head, dragging her eyes from the unchanging scene outside. No point in dwelling on what was past, she tried to tell herself. Nothing can be done. He's gone.
Yet, in a
Crayon SoulmatesDear Stars,Crayon Soulmates1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have a bone to pick with you. You see, when I was six, I called myself the nowhere girl... and I coloured myself a soulmate. I made him on crumpled sheets, with broken pieces of crayon, on a playground that was too busy wondering whether growing up entailed stealing your mother's cigarettes and your father's dirty magazines (I suppose I was already wise enough to know that growing up meant choosing one of the many ways of breaking yourself in two.)
I hope you remember him, stars...he was important to me (My mother threw that drawing away on my seventh birthday and told me that girls are not supposed to have such dreams.).
He had hair as ebony as deep onyx and a smile that never grew up (Peter Pan would have been proud). He was magic in soul form, and smelled like cinnamon and the earth after it has rained. His eyes rivaled a lions on the best of his youth, his words were story shaped. His skin was an ink coloured canvas of wonder and even in crayon he was a sight of awe.
I Am SchizophreniaShh.I Am Schizophrenia1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Are you okay?"
Turn off the light.
"What are you doing?"
You can't fight the shadows.
They'll kill you if you tell.
Rip your hair out.
Cover your eyes.
Cover them again.
Lock the door.
Now you're trapped.
Lock it again.
Don't take the medication.
Don't drink the water.
Don't eat your dinner.
"I don't know you anymore. Who have you become?"
I am a nobody.
I am Schizophrenia.
I am death
"... I don't know."