AwayI want to fly away,Away2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
up, in the sky.
down, back to earth.
I want to go.
Away, anywhere, nowhere, somewhere.
Leave, let go, live.
I want to fly away,
somewhere I can stay.
A Technicolor LifeA Technicolor Life2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Swirls of hue like memories
Taint the purity of the once white rose
Innocently prevailing a imagery
A image of the known
These rainbowish flurries of color
Paint a ignorant mindset once again
Covering over the corruption
With their technicolor ways
How my dreams fade
Dwelling beneath that rose of life
When they will ever bud again
I shall not be aware
A colorful life in a hand
That can be crushed by a simple grasp
Has a value of far more then such
Therefore resist the urge to touch
The technicolor rose of life.
S. NoteS. Note3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dear mother, dear father
Dear brother, dear sister
Don't worry, you still have each other
And without me you're all so much stronger
Leave me behind and let me go, I promise the days will get brighter
Dear teachers, dear counselors
Dear therapists, dear doctors
You have my gratitude for what you all did
But I hit rock bottom too many times, and this last one was it
The end of the road again, as if no one could have kept me from a coffin
I was not fit to live life
I failed at everything, every time
I sincerely did my very best, I really tried
I just could no longer stand feeling so powerless inside
I lay wide awake every night
I prayed and prayed and asked "why?"
I was always silently drowning in the tears I cried
I am done with suffering, so this is where I draw the line
This is the end
One with a resentful beginning
It all came crashing down to nothing
It's what's only right, so I know what I'm doing
Dear friends, dear betrayers
Dear relatives, dear des
Young reader and Uncle Prussia part 1You laid down on the floor messing with the door stopper. You loved the strange sound it made when you pulled the spring back and let go. You imagined you would do this when you were older. Suddenly you were picked up off the ground by your Awesome Uncle Gilbert. "Lets go -name-. We are going on a road trip. It will take about three days to get there."Young reader and Uncle Prussia part 12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Because I said so!"
"You are going to annoy West when you get older! I love you!" He said and took you out to the car. "Remember -name- this is a secret road trip, so don't tell you dad!"
"But won't he know that I'm gone Uncle Gilly?"
"You are just so cute! Anyway your dad is on a business trip for two weeks, he will never know."
"Ooooookay!" You said and Uncle Gilbert carried you to his car and help you get buckled in. He started the car and started. It was raining outside and you watched the rain on the window. It was like a race between what raindrop would get to the other side first.
She Sees StarsShe calls me a stormShe Sees Stars2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
with her head full of space,
and when she stares
up at the planets
they stare back.
They whisper to her
on different frequencies that
in her mind
like violin strings about to snap.
The universe sings to her.
It begs her
to release its story
and she -
she closes her eyes and sees stars.
Who am IWho am IWho am I2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But a pile of thoughts and
Feelings served on golden plates
Who am I
But the darkness that surrounds me
And the light that penetrates it
Who am I
But a figure ducked in corner
Enveloped by melting fingers
I cry and shout
But nobody can hear me
I try to move
But space curls around me
Who am I
Deep inside underneath the clothes
Underneath the skin and flesh
Who am I
The being that exists
For itself and by itself
I cry and shout
And smile upon the sounds
I try to move
And split myself to pieces
And there is no one
To stop my rapid fallout
As the drops of me
Soak into dried earth
EmpyreanMomma said to never marry an astronaut,Empyrean1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
they will always prefer the twinkling starlight
to the light in your eyes.
They'll only end up in ships that float
aimlessly in zero gravity and you will not be there.
Momma said to never marry an astronaut.
You will stand firmly on the earth,
clutching the ground and knowing
they will always prefer the twinkling starlight.
Planets will fracture and stars will collapse
long before he recognizes he can travel
to the light in your eyes.
The Flower of EvilThe Flower of Evil:The Flower of Evil2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Evil is but a blooming flower,
It is born from a humble seed
And grows to corrupt a forest.
To watch its infection spread;
To be a part of its existence...
I can think of no better prospect,
Indeed one might baulk at the idea,
Of seeing millions suffer.
To watch worlds scream and writhe;
To see them suffer and die, with living eyes...
Yet there is a mysterious beauty in such devastation,
Fear that shakes me to my very core;
Is transfigured into a twisted pleasure:
As I am frightened, so too am I aroused.
I am addicted to the ephemeral sensation;
To the borderline between rapture and rupture.
To see my own blood soaking from splitting wounds;
Leaves me maddened amongst these blooming flowers
-Chen Yuan Wen, 1st May 2013
PhasesPhases3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
With beauty may come happiness, but with happiness always comes beauty.
When's the last time you did something for the first time?
Must I pretend I'm someone else, for all time?
I don't understand how I can care this much, when you don't care at all.
If you can't handle me at my worst, you certainly can't handle me at my best.
All that matters is who you are and the choices you make; that is what makes you, you.
ShinobiA lone blade decides the fate of a nation... (1剣は国の運命を決定する)Shinobi2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
That is the principle that we have always lived by. I do not pretend to understand the greater workings of the world, for that is not my intended purpose. I was born and forged as a blade. One that will never see the light of day.
Tonight I was called from across a distant land, to travel to a forgotten castle. Here, away from all things mundane, sits a lord who views himself as a mortal god. He does not speak to his people; he does not show his face. Instead he allows his chosen 'angels' to rule the nation in his stead.
This has led to severe unrest in some provinces and for the sake of maintaining the greater peace, the shadow of fire (火災影) has decided that we will strike him down. If one man's blood can save the lives of many, then he should be glad to have it spille
The Bleeding RoseThe Bleeding Rose3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know that on this day
That I'm not okay
I thought about you
And the pain just grew
Last year, oh I loved it
And oh how I loved you
The end of last year, and the start of a new
God I hate myself, I wish I could pull trough
I hope your happy
I hope you're in love
I hope you hate me
I hope you move on
But I'm stuck here
All alone and cold
Hating myself, so much fun
Loving you, that pain goes on
Last year I held you
In my arms
Nothing could be better
god my heart was warm
But this year
I'm sitting on the stairs
holding a single rose
And that rose is bleeding
That rose, the rose you took
you promised to keep it
and cherish it all of your life
But those days are forgotten
That rose, was my heart
It's bleeding, it feel apart
I can't go on without some love
And when I read what you sent me, I just, fell apart.
The rose has its thorns
and they do sting
But I can't throw it away
I want a new rose, and someone who stays!
On this Valentine's Day
I learned that for me
And I love you
Everlasting Snow: Chapter 28Everlasting Snow: Chapter 282 years ago in Romance More Like This
At least, you’re pretty sure the man standing before you is Santa.
He’s dressed quite differently than in all the fairy tales and legends.
Looks a bit different, too.
He has maintained the basic facial features of the myths. You know, the jolly red cheeks that are round as apples and pink-tipped nose. He has piercing, clear blue eyes that sparkle with an inner light.
This is when he starts really differing from the Santa of stories. His eyes sit beneath a pair of extremely thick black eyebrows that are accented with a lighter grey here and there, the hair becoming longer at the curve, flaring up and out like the flames of a fire, giving the illusion that his eyes are opened wider than they really are.
Blond and dark grey highlights streak his otherwise white beard and whiskers, which stretch down to the end of his chest. The tips of the hair brush the top of a thick sash-like belt that has a pattern that matches the ones on the stained glass windows and found all aro
Still Still (YouTube Link Included)See me perform this hereStill Still (YouTube Link Included)1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The boy I like
told me that everything in the universe
is made of stars.
He described them eating themselves,
the iron corrupting the heart,
the spat out destitution of a would-be sun;
I could relate.
I went home and wrote
‘You are the ephemeral glitter in the eye of a manic universe –
and I am the debris clogging the arteries of stars as they
That’s the difference between us.
In the world of evenings as poetry –
he is the star studded sky.
His heart is the rocking moon that generously shares its sun with us.
He is the moment when you realise that you live
in the space between brilliance and beauty,
and you still matter.
As for me,
in that same evening,
I am a lake.
I reflect a reflection.
I refract a resurrection of a sun
I can only see the sun through smoke
and my heart is so drowned in anxiety
that no warmth will ever go right through me.
So I look at the bo
Please, don't give up.You’re not alone, even if you feel such sorrowPlease, don't give up.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Please try to calm your mind and forget about tomorrow
I know that life can hurt, but from my happiness you can borrow
Please don't cry anymore, I will help you with the troublesome morrow
Even if the bad seem to be everywhere you go
Just keep in mind that you have to stay away from what’s below
And I know that you’ll learn from these bad experiences
So then you can help those who are inexperienced
Please don’t be sad, everyone has a reason for his or her existence
You can’t ever give up, push through and have resistance
The worst thing you could do is to lose all of your hope
Just promise me that you will try to never mope
Ashes Of TomorrowAshes Of Tomorrow3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ashes Of Tomorrow
I can destroy what I create
If I really, and truly wanted to
I can light these feelings ablaze
If I didn't want anymore support from you
I barely stop myself time and time again
I realize there's a sense of cruelty in all of us
It's just that feeling, everything might be in vain
When tempted at breaking down those barriers of trust
To jeopardize all of the triumphs
I want to be the one who is blamed
The fire will reach the sky, and become my guidance
I want to be swallowed by my own inner, selfish flames
I sit behind the scenes of my friendships
Alone, with a fake smile on my face
That old feeling of loneliness is tempting
Cold, but the embers will soon burn me away
Ashes paint the sky / I'm the phoenix at fault
My flames roar as I cry / As all hope finally falls
I need to get back at myself
Delivering a fiery vengeance
I know that I don't deserve anyone else
As all of the bridges simultaneously start burning
I wanted to erase what I made
And I tr
Star-shot Ink"Are you gonna write poetry about me," she asked.Star-shot Ink1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
"you going to write about this?" -
she wanted poems and sonnets and songs -
and I had no idea if she wanted me.
If it was worth the paper it was written on.
But I gave it to her anyway because some girls
some girls deserve to have epic tales of their perfection
scrawled across their spines.
Some girls deserve bleeding the light out of a star
and turning it into ink so you can tattoo "you're fucking incredible" on their wrists so they won't forget even in the darkness - some girls deserve stars, and forgetting how to punctuate, to breathe, around them.
She makes me forget how to breathe / comma /
she makes me forget.
I gave it to her anyway;
the chaos that comes from papercuts all over
from having tried to wrestle down the stars for her:
to be a spilled, pale imitation on paper, of her.
I'll give it to her anyway
because some girls deserve poetry,
and some one has to write it, even if its only me for now,
and the pai
B l i g h tSomething aboutB l i g h t3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the misty moonlight,
has gotten me to like the dark
more than the light.
Cause during the night,
it's the only time I feel alright,
not a soul, not
wandering in sight.
Still I ask myself,
"Will I ever win this fight..?"
Crimson nectar runs down my lip,
caused by a nervous bite.
I Comfort MyselfWith a warm drink, whispering secrets to my own reflection.I Comfort Myself3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The struggles that plague me, though none may know,
Are only for the ears of my quiet mirror, who smiles
Softly, warmly and with care. He tells me, I'm fine
I've done well for now and soon I may finally rest.
Though the silence continues to press upon me,
Weighing upon my soul like an iron crate.
Still I find comfort in whispering secrets,
If only to my own reflection - holding a warm drink...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 17th October 2012
ImagesI had a dream that I was dead.Images2 years 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.
Prussia x Child!Reader - ______ PART 8You woke up and saw the Lady in Red painting chasing you. You immediately shook Gilbert as hard as you could. He wouldn't wake up.Prussia x Child!Reader - ______ PART 82 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Gilbert, Gilbert, GILBERT, GILBERT!!! IT'S COMING AFTER US!!" You yelled, and that's when he woke up.
"K-KYAAAAH! THIS IS TOTALLY NOT AWESOME!!!" He picked you up and ran as fast as possible. When Gilbert finally had it out of his sight, he put you down.
"T-that was scary.." He muttered.
You both knew it was still lurking for you in the room, but you still decided to go explore. There might be a new discovery.
While you walked around the room, holding Gilbert's hand, you saw a painting. It wasn't like the other ones in the room. You pointed to the painting.
"Can you read that for me, Gilbert?" You asked him. He gave you a handsome grin and nodded.
It says, "The Hanged Man."
"Oh, okay!" You smiled at him. "Let's go around some more."
There were two doors that needed a certain code. One said, "How many paintings are in the room?", while the other just
Angel! Prussia X Human Reader ~ Forbidden Love P1Angel! Prussia X Human Reader ~ Forbidden Love P13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Angel! Prussia X Human Reader ~ Forbidden Love P1
You were all alone you had no one to talk to. No one your age.
You never had any friends, to them they all saw you as an abnormal child. You believed in fairy-tales and old myths and things that were not believed by others. You had always been a strange and difficult child and that teachers just didn't understand you. No matter how hard you tried, no matter how hard you would try and feel confident. Reality always brought you down.
You had always lived in society, a place which they try and make you an 'actual' human when really you were destroying yourself inside and out. You were never allowed to do anything you wanted to do. But you would always imagine and dream of ideas that strung up in your head, you wished to be a storyteller, or a writer and write a story so incredibly amazing and detailed that the whole world would want to read it. Or, you just wanted to fall into one of your fairy-tales and be that character
I, ApostropheLabel me the apostrophe.I, Apostrophe2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Providing union prophecies
and communion plays
to quench your exotic fixations
Coaxing your child-caliber -
through coated girth and doubt.
Naming off syllables of sitcoms
till re-runs act as lungs -
breathing mediocrity as genius
and sewing smiles securely to your lips.
Undoubtedly, the quill tip sips
the prayers you pray for me
because no man's sonnet reeks or bleeds
such as this nomad's need.
Ignorantly, my bliss poises your beauty
and admits that I -
am your sole apostrophe.