The Slow Descent into Dementia
Bound and left for the beasts,
what awaits is no end
No shade finds my flesh,
and the catching fibers
are slowly burnt to a crisp
And such a darkness,
the vision of my eyes,
Whatever lies ahead
The rotting time,
The old home of my mind...
the dust and asbestos
what fragments remain.
left for my demons-
I'm simply waiting for time
to drag me away and down,
for the rotting feast...
to begin waiting
for this life
to fade away
with every bite.
Ascetic PerceptionAscetic Perception2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I met a man today...
his eyes were tired,
and he seemed lost.
How I wanted to help him,
How his eyes stared off into space,
How his affliction shouted to me...
He spoke out, and the words tore at me,
and as he spoke, so we began,
repeating his words, of the why & how.
Our eyes met, and silence became us.
my heart pounded, as he breathed heavily,
tears fell...out of anger...out of fear...
I met a man today,
his voice was low and solemn...
this man in the mirror.
Yet Another Fallen HostYet Another Fallen Host2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My, what hope lies
in the half empty glass,
trembling by tremor and leer.
At such a long road's end,
does it rise and shatter.
What understanding have you,
of fear, of pestilence,
other than the existence of self.
Imposed, the creation
to be eventually bled out.
Filthy, the very cause
by which the water rises,
boiling with blisters
in the overwhelming sin
of the ever beating sun above.
Freedom, to the acrostic asininity
now found laughing atop the grave...
the grave of past gone by,
decaying with every bite
of a gluttonous sloth with an ancient cause.
That to my eyes, the mass hysteria,
borderline loss of sanity from the commonalty.
Have I lost track or do my eyes deceive,
the horsemen's tracks are of disarray,
and I know not which one has come.
Now, the angels look onward,
gazing with hopeless eyes,
searching for faith in the fallen creation,
who now wither and crawl,
away as they fall, into the Abyss....
Declines, the signs of the end,
the near and far come and go,
as the war seeps t
The Clock StruckThe Clock Struck2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The clock struck nine
The illusion of a beautiful woman
What madness can this be?
She is calling out to me
My name my name on her lustful lips
And now my hands pressed on her hips
Oh! Her smile! Her caress!
That croon which must be blessed!
The clock struck ten
The temptations of a temptress
This woman, so beautiful in every way,
With my heart, she does recklessly play
Her eyes so dark, yet brightly glowing
Her hair so soft and gently flowing
Her skin so silky cannot be soiled
But to the touch, is so deathly cold
The clock struck eleven
The prayer without the belief
What this gorgeous being is, I don't bother
Yet hold silent prayer to our heavenly father
But now's not the time to worry with such strife
For tonight may be the rest of my ungodly life
My heart beats profoundly in my chest
"I love you" my words solemnly confessed
The clock struck twelve
The love of a man unloved
"Of course you do" my love left unreturned
But with her so near, I was unco
BloodI've got a filthy mouth,Blood2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
& a house of stars
thriving in my throat.
& I still have yet to tame
this grounded constellation
I call my temple. -Slithering
tongue hissing too many
"fuck you's" against my teeth.
I fear I will write myself hollow-
or until my bones are corroded away
& I am nothing-
an insignificant nebula
orbiting the wrong atmosphere.
But, my veins bleed sweet ichor,
& words are only words, Mother.
Practice Poem - Man In CagePractice Poem - Man in Cage:Practice Poem - Man In Cage2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
When I was young I was taught that pain begets pain,
Anger and animosity, malice and cruelty;
So deeply inflicted, so lovingly gifted.
I tasted of its rotten core and dared to call it sweet.
But what do I have to show for it?
White hot scars that burn in my dreams.
Reminders of a fragmented bi-polar self;
Self inflicted propaganda, to reinforce the "truth".
Truth so lovingly fabricated by a weakness within,
So desperately crying out for vindication;
Openly denying all that might shed light upon me,
Seeking only the company of shades in shadows...
Within four walls I sleep in exile;
Quietly pretending that I am still sane,
Never noticing how it has all turned out;
Alone I remain the same...
Never reaching, never living; I am free within the cage
-Chen Yuan Wen, 1st January 2012
How to Fix The WorldHow to Fix The World2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
an execution, while play
The howling strings
Of the cellos
Of the veins
Of the time
To the discord
Are the who and what,
the how and the why
Ever lost to that
of the cords
of the strings
of the howling
"Fix this", they cry,
the masses whose
words fester and boil,
carried words, spoken indirect
of the leaders
of the struggles
of the home
of the brave
The final breath
of humanities dying words
"in ashes, from ashes"
She speaks, so melancholy
of the future
of the present
of the past
"World!" She pleads
with a cry, so finishing
"Heed and listen!"
To them she speaks
Of the necessary
of the desired
of the curses
of their blessings...
I Can't Devour You, Not YetI Can't Devour You, Not Yet:I Can't Devour You, Not Yet2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I long to taste the sweetness of your flesh,
To roll your meat between my tongue and teeth.
So many times have I come - so close -
To taking that first bite from your neck.
Yet, there is something about you,
A scent perhaps or a sickly sap.
It turns bitter upon my tongue,
Poisoning it; I am left unable to eat...
Much like the caterpillar, covered in spines,
Each bite would spew only bitter venom -
Numbing my senses and dulling the mind;
It would leave me naught but a gormless wreck!
Even so, despite me knowing of the repugnant taste,
I am drawn toward you, like a moth to the flame.
May my wings crumble in the heart of the fire -
& body be turned to dust and ash...
If only for the chance to feast once more!
Ah, my dear - I will have you.
& on that day it will be so sweet.
But for now - I'm afraid that -
I must leave this as a mere - tantalizing - fantasy...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 12th December 2012
Shy moon,i've got love carved into honeysuckle wrists,Shy moon,2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a murder of crows in my throat,
& a pack of wolves at my back.
i want to know truths behind these myth eyes, &
the distant galaxies under your fingertips.
but, love me. love me, Love.
show me what's beyond Grimm fairy tales
spare me your ribs;
this skyscraper heart
needs a place to go.
AfterIt follows me.After2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My silver skeined ghost.
An almost imperceptible thread;
only visible when you shine light
directly upon it.
It follows me.
It rides the underground.
It hides under bridges,
It is woven into the spools of tar
that form the roads between.
Inevitably if I walk too fast
it reminds me -
Like the tug of stitches in your cheek
that reminds you; you have lost your wisdom.
It reminds me.
It trips me in doorways,
when my mind is elsewhere.
If I look away from it -
- it slips round my neck.
Another knot to throw over the beams
it mauls me without a fair chance.
I tried to sever it. I can't.
Only the corrosion of time has a chance.
So for now, I am tethered
to the fragment of my heart
that I tore out for you.
Although we have placed it in a shroud
and declared it dead,
the umbilical thrumming keeps me awake.
It does not desist;
the connection to that unwanted slab of meat.
GrowthI remember the day I caught him 'gardening'. His cheeks stained cherry with the brisk wind that trotted beside him up and down the smothered garden path. He dropped a seed as his feet brushed past each other. Up and down he walked, a solemn lieutenant. I asked him what he was doing and those wide sky eyes reflected the ice as he told me he was trying to grow flowers for his mother. I looked at the seeds spilt on the snow and told him that they could never grow in these circumstances. I will never forget the clench in my heart when he responded, with a child's tongue; "I know".Growth2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
198.Beneath countless stars,198.2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
stood contemplating our own
Sending Me To HellSending Me To Hell:Sending Me To Hell2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I close my eyes, as the black smoke fills the air.
Incense burned to create a semi-choking sensation.
A tiny inkling of the perceived suffering,
But it is enough to make this difficult...
Next, wounds are carefully opened.
Patterns carved into the flesh,
Resembling the nine circles of suffering.
As each begins to form a red river,
An ocean pools beneath my stained elbows.
In the distance I hear the cackling of witches;
Accompanied always by the mad shrieks of those beyond.
Already they can taste the red wine that I ooze
And eagerly, their tongues wag; anticipating the feast.
Concentrate...I have to concentrate
My teeth grind together, as I force them shut,
The pressure causes my jaws to ache and my body soon stiffens.
It seizes up like an iron vault, my mind its secret mechanism;
Twisting, turning, seeking the accepted combination.
I can feel them now, reaching for me...
Tongues begin to lick at my open wounds,
Lustfully salivating unto m
The Devout, The Divine, The DeceasedThe Devout, The Divine, The Deceased2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Three are they,
Of Heavenly origin.
Governed by the Highest Throne,
and led by the Horsemen.
Devout are the Grim Trinity.
As death has never ceased
So true to the cause are they...
By cursed and divine blades.
The Patrons of the Deceased and Dying...
and of those related to the involved.
Divine by right is the Angel...
Unholy by cause is the Demon...
Leader by title is the Nephilim.
By them are taken souls guided,
Through them are souls
released or enslaved.
Trapped in the LabrynthSoft padding, tight jacket.Trapped in the Labrynth3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
They say this is safe.
But nothing is safe
In the labrynth of my mind.
Monsters that bite,
Shadows that engulf the soul.
Memories that burn
No escaping this Hell hole.
Clawing, biting, screeching,
The demons come out to play.
They frolic in the darkness of night,
And stay hidden during the day.
But they never leave,
No where to run,
No where to hide.
Soft padding, tight jacket,
They say this is safe.
But I'll never be safe,
This in Our HeartsThis in Our Hearts2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Faith is not to be governed
by the vile will of you humans.
It is the very pulse of your soul.
The very core of the morality
that drives you.
Like you, it may be tainted & controlled
but only by your given gift of free will
can this take place.
Like light, it holds the power to
guide and to free, just as it holds
The potential to fade away into the darkness.
Like a parasite, can it consume you
but only by the filthy hands
of invited demons.
Faith is both gift & privilege
accepted into heart & mind
by the words of a truthful tongue.
In days to come, shall you hear
the drums of war over & around
The plains of existence, and faith shall be tested.
Hold fast for the Way of God
and not only his Holy Word.
Ever tainted by corrupt men.
Roads shall lead on and mislead
To a great many stories
But faith will move you, should you let it.
Faith is this in our hearts and souls...
Faith is the Road which leads to home...
Faith is the governing force of morality...
Faith was the motivation of these w
Lie fed Rose Lie fed RoseLie fed Rose2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
are freshly ripped
If only I had known
If only I had been equipped
to stomach every lie
Before this my last goodbye
As a flower begins to grow,
So does it die
temporaryperhaps home is never close enough,temporary1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
because i've been watching stars through frosted glasses
only to realize i see more hope than there actually is.
and all i want is to hold on to arms
that keep my fragments in one, solid shape, so i can get
just a little bit of sleep.
home is not close enough, when my heart is lying, beating,
on a road i haven't traveled yet.
though the nights wrap me in a blanket of sunset-tainted skies
and distant thunderstorms,
enclosing me in the envelopes of peacefulness, tinged with chaos,
i find myself wishing for a home that has no due date.
MockedI'm the girl who is always mocked for how i lookMocked2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For how i dress
What music i listen to
I sit in bed and cry
Not because of what they say hurts
Because it does
But because I'm not appreciated
Wondering down a path
I try my best
But nothing works
I don't eat because I'm "too fat"
I listen to my music loud to block all the words
Those words that will stick in my head
Make me cut again
I don't want that
I just want to be freed
I feel so trapped
I cant explain it
I begin to have feelings for someone
They aren't ever mutual
I sit and realise
Once again my hopes are dashed
Its a vicious cycle
I've never been told how to love
I've never experienced it
I feel empty
Yet tears slowly roll down my flushed cheeks
Has taken hold of me
0.01%commitment is a dirty word0.01%3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that they carved into our minds
to make us feel like we're
not good enough.
here's a bar of soap to make you
clean that dirty, dirty mouth.
better yet, have another
for your brain.
let the bubbles overflow your bloodstream,
give you a certain high so you're detached.
wash his name out of your thoughts,
repeat, repeat, repeat.
Careful now, don't want you spilling blood
for someone who has only ever taught you
that finding happiness in someone else
is the most suicidal thing you could ever do.
[ but they say that no matter how much you clean,
0.01% of bacteria always remain.
you've given me a cold and my nose is so runny
I'm close to blowing my brains out. ]
Verses and vicesI think that the longer I holdVerses and vices2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
these polluted breaths,
the easier it will be for my body to shut down,
for my mind to become a pool of milky trances
that swallow my words, and they will become
opaque baubles for the tip of your tongue.
Then I'll be thinner,
and you could hold each side of me with your
fingertips touching each other at my spine;
so when I fall, I don't take you with me.
But I want you to teach me
how to be fragile again so that every moment
spend kneading my body back to how you found me
gives my insides time to crumble,
and makes it an effortless task to wound me.
Teach me how to feel,
in the most life-and-death of ways,
so by morning, I'm not already halfway across the
globe, just yearning to be away from you.
Teach me that being not okay could finally be ok
with you, with me
and then, please, give me back my words.
Insomnia Breeds InsanityStuck inside a haunted dream,Insomnia Breeds Insanity2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Where bodies float down crimson streams.
Where monsters wait, their eyes agleam
And white noise mutes the anguished screams.
LimeranceHave you ever felt like that?Limerance2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like your skin has been scorched in the just the right places
so it falls off your bones like the autumn wind plucked them,
thinking they were desperate and hopeless petals.
And when you finally feel like the pillow is cool enough,
the sheets, convulsed into an ocean of secrets
and the dream-catchers have done their job,
the wallpaper suddenly cries itself to the floor,
your words revealed on the rotting wood panels
and the last of your hopes flies off on their weakened wings
across the boulevard and disappears into the moon mist.
So, then, sobbing isn't an option when you aren't drunk enough
because you've tolerated much worse,
and the ways people's lips have left wet trails down your neck
helped you remember that leak in your roof.
Have you ever felt like that?
Maybe, but then you took all the time you had left in your days
wrapped it around your guitar strings and played me a lullaby.
You kissed my forehead with a pained "always"
and I think that
You're My PoisonI'm dyingYou're My Poison2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The pain seeps through
Clutching at my heart
Ripping it to shreds,
You merely watch
Pretending you're not the cuase
Seeing me die slowly
Every time you leave me,
But you return
As you always do
Slowly sucking the poison out
That you yourself placed
And i begin to forget,
Just for a moment,
And fall back into love with you again.
And with every kiss
Every time we fuck
Every second i spend loving you,
I feel the poison
Seeping back into my heart
And with everytime you leave me
i begin to die again
While you pretend not to see.
You're the poison and the antitode
My killer and saviour
The reason i want to live
While i slit my wrists,
You're my poison
And my addiction
As i continue to drink you in
And choke you down