I BelieveIt's December 21st, 2012 in Montreal.
First thing in the morning,
I look outside my bedroom window and it's snowing.
WAIT – NO!
It's raining again.
It's kind of like this city's friend died,
And it can't decide if it should give the cold shoulder
Or if it should cry.
Walking down the street today is like walking across a beach during summer vacation.
Except the water is sub zero,
And every now and again you'll have white petals knocking on your head,
As if it wants to tell you something.
Our cities are changing.
Not just my home town of Montreal.
A Hurricane reached New York only 2 months ago.
A feat undefeated.
Our cities are heating. Screw whoever says global warming is a myth.
I don't need money hungry politicians telling me what to believe
So that they can continue to throw trash into the ocean
Thank You For BreathingI’m that trickle down your neck last week when you got upset.Thank You For Breathing2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
That friend you’ve never met;
That kid you teased for being a teachers pet.
That kid who stays quiet when you get on his nerves;
The one who never got picked first;
The best at being last; Never been late for class; never got noticed for staying on task.
Know that’s there’s something special about being different.
I can’t explain it; not sure if it’s a gift or curse. It’s
Something about it makes me want to pick up a pen and write verses.
I feel like maybe God entrusted this mission to us; something more than Church.
Something more than the outside can comprehend and so we lock ourselves in a hurricane.
To bring tears to its eye; Teen angst at its worst.
But before sunshine; the storm will always be first.
Life’s a game of stamina. Do you have the strength to run?
Life’s a game of stamina. Do you have the strength to run?
This is dedicated to the scars on every teen
LoveLove; we all need love in this world,Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But God, how do we tell if it's just lust for a girl?
The devil has my mind in a twirl,
Lord, do you feel what I feel?
Can you heal this sick appeal?
You always stop, you try to stop,
But you get addicted.
And when you think you've made on top,
That's when you drop,
It's back to hell; back to reality,
Can't you tell you're a monster loving lustfully?
Once you're done, there's nothing left but emptiness,
Where's this happiness that the media promised?
If only you knew it was a lie, all lie,
There's no love truer than the one in sky.
But why, why do I give in to the lies?
My heart and my mind are at different parts of life,
So God, I pray for that day you come a take my pain away.
Pauper's DreamsPauper's Dreams:Pauper's Dreams3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The dry autumn leaves
Are like the dreams of the poor
Crunching beneath feet...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 30th April 2012
Alone With ImpulsesI stare at the clock,Alone With Impulses1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Willing myself to feel tired.
It doesn’t work.
I take a sleep aid.
It doesn't work either.
Sitting here alone,
I drown the quiet with music.
I know I have to keep it together.
That doesn't send the depression running though.
Every moment ticks by
With infinite slowness.
My mind presents impulses.
Mild ones first-
Like a snack.
Ever so stealthily,
More psychotic impulses surface.
I know I can’t-
I just feel frightened by my own mind,
And ever so alone.
Still Beautiful to MeWhen people tease you for the way that you look,Still Beautiful to Me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Please know this isn't your war.
Close the book. Burn the pages.
Our soul is like a piece of paper,
Easily ripped to pieces,
Though beauty is hidden between pages,
You sit still contemplating how to please those you hate,
Will you become one of them, or will you be yourself?
You let your inner demons lead the way,
As you follow aimlessly, is there any point to life anymore?
Your whole world turns grey,
Your eyes go blank; will you make it through the night?
Your life is still worth the pain,
It gets better in the end.
I know because I've been through the same.
My feet have the scars to show.
You'll find what you've been looking for at the end of the road.
Don't pack your things and head home, not just yet.
Smile at your enemies, this is who we are, no, we can't change.
You're still beautiful to me.
I Had A Dream OnceI had a dream.I Had A Dream Once2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Then I smashed it.
I kicked it,
I punched it.
I pulled it to the ground until it couldn't make a sound.
I heard it scream for help. I made it shut up.
I made it tremble.
I spit in its face.
I wrapped it in dirt and left it to die.
I stabbed it until it was unrecognizable.
I was about to kill it
Then I realized it was me.
Buried TearsThat one day, I found myself in a room,Buried Tears2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
People's heads low, and flowers refused to bloom.
Heaven fell from everyone's eyes,
Well, Maybe except for mine,
Either way, I paid my respects that was long overdue,
'Cause I know I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you.
You traveled to a country that was completely unknown to you,
From China to Canada, man, you made it really far,
On your own, you got an apartment, a job and a car.
To me you'll always be a star.
It tore me, that I couldn't shed any tears,
Did I really love you or was I just faking it here?
You're gone, leaving your wife alone.
I could only imagine how much she cried at home,
'Cause when you were sick, she called mom everyday on the phone.
And on that day, she spoke with an unusually shaky tone.
So the mortician carried your coffin away,
But not before my uncle had something to say,
"He was always a great man" he exclaimed.
Then the time to take you away finally came.
They dug a hole about 10 feet deep,
That's where they'll plac
For a man diesBreathe Slowly,For a man dies2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For a Man dies every second, locked in the grip of the sky.
Walk with every step in mind,
Every twitch of a finger,
Every sound, from your head to the ground,
Keep them in mind.
For a man dies every second, the beginning of an eternal dance with the one in the heavens.
Remember every follicle of hair,
Every eye that stares, every moment of fear,
An evil glare, remember it all.
For a man dies every second, and a child cries for his death.
Live today like you'll wither the next,
For we too, can be locked in the reaper's grip.
I loved You At Your DarkestYou smile gently,I loved You At Your Darkest3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And you take your pills,
But once you've made it to the top,
There's nowhere to go but to drop.
Sliding down the anthill, against your will,
But hey, you shrug it off,
Standing still in a standstill,
Waiting for you're heart to be filled. Or Blood to be spilled,
A dying happiness, a growing emptiness,
You're Aimless, worthless; all you ever wanted was acceptance.
You may be Restless, Soulless,
But son, I loved you at your darkest.
AloneI dim the lights,Alone3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And turn on the TV,
Even though I'm not watching I leave it on,
It's the news, seems like another fight,
Why's the world so violent?
I take my time going to sleep,
I close my eyes,
I see someone's face,
I think I recognize her,
But I can't remember her name,
Who is she?
With eyes like that it must be a sign,
But I brush it aside,
Even in my fantasies,
I'm afraid of showing my feelings inside.
What's wrong with me?
My life isn't that bad
What's wrong with me?
I won't accept that I'm sad
I'm not, am I?
Am I? I don't know
The next day, I go to school,
I hear laughter,
Is someone talking to me?
I hear voices after all,
Though I can't make out any of them
Is there something wrong with my hearing?
There must be.
Even thought people are laughing,
I wonder how many are faking it,
How many are wearing masks behind their depression?
I look around and find my group of friends,
Is that the right word to describe them?
Sometimes I wonder
Don't Be Afraid, But I'm AsianI saw you starring at me for a while.Don't Be Afraid, But I'm Asian2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Allow me to answer the question you’ve wanted to ask during that period of time,
But didn’t have the courage to approach me with (I bet you’ve been hanging out with too many cats)
Yes I am Asian. But no I am not a math whiz.
No, I have not surgically put a computer chip in my brain.
(Though if that actually worked, it’d be awesome like… that’s fucking awesome awesome)
I have yet to try eating dog, I hear, however, it tastes like beef.
What a cow one must be to eat such a being!
I’ve always been one to question the beliefs of my race.
Many traditions are not quite to my taste.
Despite what you may think, I am not a communist, barely a socialist.
Though I am young still and do not completely comprehend politics, admitly.
Still stuck in th
How To Write A PoemSee, writing is a lot like walking up to people in a bar.How To Write A Poem2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Let me paint you a picture.
Imagine every action you take as your story
Or your poem.
There is always a beginning, middle & end.
Most usually in that order.
I mean…you could try to go up to a stranger & asking them to marry you.
They’ll advise you to go to a mental institution.
I walked right up to my reader in a bar
As for some reason I often do,
I said, “You must have your sky miles card on today, ‘cause you are lookin’ extra fly.”
Now I know what you’re thinking…Who the hell is this guy?
He’s trying to teach people how to write using cheesy pickup lines.
But here’s my point.
You have to have a way to attract your reader.
As shallow as it sounds, you’re first impression is everything.
You’re first words will draw people in like Moths to a flame
(As cliché as that sounds…)
And if they don’t like it, they’ll be quick to move
BlindRiver flow; leaves blow,Blind3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The sun sets and grass grows.
Then time froze,
Like a broken violin string,
It spiraled inward,
Weren't we supposed to move forward?
I take a breath, and spit out black.
We've messed up; I guess that's a fact.
Still, why do we wait?
We pile the marbles into a sack,
Until it over flows, out of our control,
I escape to a forest,
Beaten and tired.
Away from the repression,
Away from the greed,
The murders, the lust,
Geography has died,
It's a lesson for us all.
I close my eyes; and sigh,
The scent of apples in the air,
It's kind of hard to describe,
I feel like a man who's blind,
Amidst a billion colors,
I feel like a man who'sblind,
Amidst a billion colors,
I smile, because I could still see the sun shine.
Can we keep it like this?
UncheartedUncheartedUnchearted3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Home is where the heart is.
Where do you go if you have no heart?
The end is where the start is.
How can you proceed.
Without a fully motorized engine?
The inanimate body still bleeds.
How can we function and operate.
Without a soul purpose?
Love and pain refuse to cooperate.
Life becomes incomplete
The journey becomes obsolete
White RoseI'm searching for a white roseWhite Rose3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Among a sea of crimson red
That litter the field in countless throes
Looking for life among the dead
I see one withered black rose,
And one red with gleaming thorns,
But not a hint of white within the rows
Of both the old and the newborns
I stop and sit to take a rest,
Watching blue skies give into red,
Holding this hope within my breast
That I might find life among the dead
I have been searching all my life
As countless others did before me,
Searching for the truth among questions rife,
For a hint of white among a red sea
And forever I will search the field
Where the red roses thrive,
Hoping for the White Rose to yield
And help our souls to revive
MonsterRun.Monster2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Monsters are following you, they tell you to die.
Smile as long as you can, it won't last for a while.
You're not normal, my friend, that's all in your head.
Don't cry, you stupid child, it will start again and again.
"Talk to us.
Talk to us!
Listen to us.
We tell the truth!"
Life or Death? You need to choose.
It was too much for you and now you're dead.
And no one will be sad.
You're worth waiting forLet’s take it slow, if you want us to growYou're worth waiting for2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Our love is our gentle abode, and I just want you to know
That my patience is unknown, but for you, I will hold
I’ll just have to flow, and always remain with hope
Because much time has already passed
And a lot has happened, so sudden and fast
But with each moment, we get closer and forget the past
With each mistake, we start growing, with each, we understand
But now that patience is a big part of my life
I hope that one day, you'll also be mine
It could take a while, it could also be soon
But none of that really matters, because I truly belong to you
UndeservedI don't deserve to be an artist.Undeserved3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't know how to hold deep meaningful conversations with strangers.
I don't lament at night about a lover I have lost.
I don't watch the white smoke ebb into darkness.
I don't spend lonely nights admiring the true beauty of the world.
I don't sleep restlessly from the truth of suffering within this world.
I don't lie through my smiles or struggle to create them.
But I do think I am a writer.
I am completely, irreparably damaged.
I cry all night over old words and emotional baggage.
I weep over my lost innocence.
I spend nights wishing for skin against my own
I long for insomnia to inspire me.
I beg for worlds to collide so I can breathe.
So am I writer really?
Or just another misguided artist?
Night of the ViolinSeek you me in a grave shallow,Night of the Violin3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
bleeding upon a blade of rusted steel
The mood of a rose ascends beyond ether
caressing souls in skies hoary
From the pitch of solitude she appears,
dark hair soaking upon winds quiver
(violin weeping in the dew of nocturnal sunrise)
As the moon whispers in twilight's fall
my thoughts swirl into a halo of numb reverie
Entranced in the gloaming of her love
dripping within the lotus of her serenade
Beset in eyes of jade,
drowning in sensual delight
Seduced in a gothic sky
Deepest gaze unleashed into my soul;
she weaves a spell of turquoise feather
her violin brushes my skin in dreamy hues
Evanescent in spectral shards of solemn rains
my thoughts swoon in burning juniper
Servant to the epitome of her will
basking in the shadows of her mind
kissed in the aura of sweet sorrow;
untold love begins to flow
Embroidered in the ballet of night's fall
violins seethe in star-clustered valleys
like a burning choir of lonely spirits
My thirst blushes in a sea
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
DarK SilenceDarK Silence2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Listen to the silence
Corrupting the innocence
Savour its taste
Awaken its craze
Go and feel the sound of emptiness
Makes my blood boil
Gets my nerves straight
in the realization of my Loneliness.
Don't Look BackI can see it in your eyes,Don't Look Back3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your breaking, shaking,
You feel like you've been forsaken,
Like the smallest of organisms,
You feel lower than them.
Who are you? No one cares,
They'll brush you off,
As if you were the wind,
Why do they hate you?
You've committed no sin,
Why do they hate you?
I guess it's no reason at all
Why do they tease you about the way you look?
You're still beautiful to my eyes
Why do they falsely claim your sexual orientation?
Why should they even care?
Perhaps it's out of fear,
Whatever the reason, it doesn't matter.
Pull your chin up and walk forward
Don't look back, there's nothing to see but darkness.
Don't look back, There's nothing to see except sadness.
Everything in life.I need to hurt myself... No, you don't.Everything in life.3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I did this... I need to hurt myself for it.
It won't go away if you do, you know it won't.
But everything in life has its consequence...
Maybe if I hurt myself, then I won't have to feel them,
Maybe it'll be consequence enough, if I'm hurt then.
Maybe she won't dump me for what I did too,
Maybe it'll be consequence enough for what I did to you.
I don't get why you're worried though...
But I dream the future, read my poetry, sometimes, I do.
And a few nights I felt a crossover, a nightmare come true,
And now I know that it has happened, because of what I did to you.
So now, I need to hurt myself, to give me a consequence,
So now, I need to fade away, and never be spoken of since.
And now, I want to hurt myself, to save myself more pain,
But all things come to an end, and it's always the same.
Skeletal Foundationsit's the city that makes you,Skeletal Foundations2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she says when her industrialized eyes
start to flicker. her heart rushes
like a subway falling late and
the patterns in her skin remind you of
striated architecture (reminds you of how
everything's human in its own way)
we're precarious concrete skeletons
crafted by men praying we won't fall,
and we yearn- you know- we ache
for a sense of vitality and being to
enter us and make us more than a
pale ghost of an engineer's dreams and
maybe we have our own shadowy corners,
commotion exists betwixt her ears and
she's a destination, a place to rest and
catch your breath but not to settle
down because the moment you blink
smog will steal the stars and she will
already have travelled on.
yet when she slept that night, she cried
graffiti tears that stained her cheeks
in a way some might consider artistic;
she says there's never enough time
to complete the things we promised
and one way roads only ever lead
farther from the people we used to be.
[when you wonde