The Reassurance of GreenIt was Ella's idea to hire a gardener for my mother's tulips.The Reassurance of Green2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I've been doing fine with them," I had said, a little surprised at the sudden suggestion. My sister had looked pointedly at the small patch of tulips that had previously encompassed the whole side yard. They were already dying, and the bulbs would have to be planted again soon. I had been planning an intense Internet search for that.
"I'd like to see you do better," I had muttered, but agreed nonetheless. I left the actual hiring to my sister, though.
Which led me to this moment, staring at a stranger on my doorstep and hoping rather desperately that there had been a mistake and he was not, in fact, the gardener my sister had hired.
"Can you… wait here, for a moment?" I asked the man. He nodded, clasping his dirt-encrusted gloves in one hand, and tugging at his ponytail with the other. I scurried inside.
Ella was supremely unconcerned.
"Who cares if he's dirty?" she asked, looking torn between amusement and exasperation. "G
LostLost in the choices,Lost3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that are difficult to make.
Lost in my mind,
I can no longer concentrate.
Lost in the world,
I cannot find my place.
Lost in the time,
I begin to lose my pace.
I've lost all hope,
I can no longer cope,
I am all alone,
In this cruel world.
I can no longer trust,
Drown in the frust.
Drown in the dark.
A spark of light may appear,
But I no longer want to care.
Think I'll remain as such,
Until my life stops,
And be forever lost.
Remember METwo slits across the road,Remember ME4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but never down.
She wrapped her wrists in gauze
then quietly took off.
The word 'Failure'
sketched smoothly on her thighs
as oozing rivers of red
slid gently down her legs.
She cries every night, you know.
She screams all the time.
She doesn't understand
what she's worth.
she doesn't find it easy
to linger in this world
and her only support
some scissors and a blade.
He tells her it's okay
but she won't let him stay
She won't take him serious
"he still doesn't unerstand."
A simple word won't make us stay.
A simple, "I've been there before"
won't make us think.
I bite my pillow through the night.
Hold bleeding fists against me tight.
The simple morals don't make things right
when all this darkness is filled with fright.
She told me she could save me
Said life is just a joke.
But when the sun falls down
and when the moon rises up
She wrapps herself in sorrow
and never let's it go
Cuz when she's all alone and feels
feels coldness breathe her in
SolitudeI'm all alone in this lonely room,Solitude4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
looking for an escape from this very dull gloom.
Save me from this solitude that breaks my soul,
save me from this unhappiness that leaves my chest with a hole.
It's so sad to be alone,
it's so sad to be unknown.
This lonely world that we call home,
is nothing more but solidified boredom.
Thats why I need you to be there when I long for you,
I need you to be there when I heavily call for you.
I'm not asking for more than a little speck of your attention,
just be there to cure my desperation.
I'm just a sad little boy longing for the truth,
and you'll be the answer to my melancholic cure.
It wouldnt hurt you one little bit that I can assure,
all you have to do is sit there and pretend to be interested
in a way that I'll be allured.
You're the only thing that makes me feel alive,
you're the only thing that acts as my guiding light.
I'm just a sad little boy whose in his very dull room,
can you give me a speck of attention so I know I'm not alone?
The Beacon And The BugI was wishingThe Beacon And The Bug4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I was kissing you
you were wishing,
this little thing
songs that make
me think of you
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
Cup of loveCup of love4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where would any of us be without love.
I have rocked back and forth in my chair.
I see the things that matter most to us.
Planting seeds in a cracked surface.
You will be coming home soon to rest.
I count my heart beats on one knee.
The wind blows away my winters breath.
Saving your thoughts in cigar boxes.
I see smoke tendrils rising from my tea.
You and I are not so different.
Spring is creeping around the back kitchen door.
The earth is shedding its winter blanket.
Love is in the air.
Children laugh and women cry.
Candy store wishes.
Kisses stolen while eyes closed.
Dreams are coming true.
I see them all around me.
One last thing to do.
Count my blessings.
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
The Three MusketeersThey fight for the King,The Three Musketeers5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Defend his Queen.
Protect the innocent and those in need.
Even at the cost of their very own lives.
They stand as one, and together they'll fall.
Each other they got,
Musketeers they are!
Mah-Jong Sometimes my father would get temporary jobs decorating old lady’s houses within the area of our small harbour side town. He would come home speckled and cheerfully display his work jeans to me; “the sign of a hard day’s work”. He felt proud of the various shades of magnolia that repurposed what once was blue. At times like this, when I got home from school the house would be empty. At first I was delighted to have space for myself, I played Spice Girls loudly on my white cassette player or watched Pokémon on T.V. Eventually the novelty wore off, and when I’d come home to find Dad gone for work I would go truffling, snout in my parents papers to find secrets.Mah-Jong7 months ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
When I was ten I discovered the Mah-jong set. It lay in a small black briefcase-like box, unremarkable but it resembled other boxes in which I’d been able to paw through my mother’s old broken necklaces and pinless broaches so naturally I opened
Mea CulpaSurely you seeMea Culpa2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
just how wrong this is?
Even the streetlamp agrees;
it saw the whole thing -
in a stairwell,
only bricks for company.
Oh my hands found her
so ready and willing -
the fog of rapture
wreathing her head.
found her best parts
tucked in and plucked -
from her belly -
and took it
I made a god
left her smiling,