I Speak LesbianI Speak Lesbian10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i speak in a language my dad hates
he can't STAND the sound of it
he will not tolerate it.
i cant speak it around him
but I can to mommy
i embarrass sis when I speak it.
my friends are not only not embarrassed
but love me so much- they speak it too
even though it's not their native tongue.
for some of them it even is
and we speak it together
scream it in the forests
on the bridges
on the rocks before we fall into the
freezing river and laugh until we ache
i am not embarrassed.
i speak lesbian.
I Am, Who Are You?I am thirteen years old.I Am, Who Are You?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am one of Jehovah's Witnesses.
I am proud.
I am strong.
I am unique.
I am a poet.
I am an artist.
I have Bipolar Disorder.
I have hallucinations.
I have delusions.
I am not crazy.
I am not strange.
I am different.
I am me.
Who are you?
OBSCUREOBSCURE:OBSCURE3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The flower of midnight blooms
As the wind will sway the trees.
But my corpse will dangle helpless
As it is blown by the breeze.
Feel the prick of final judgement
As I am cast into the flame.
Born again into this world;
Where my life is just a game.
I think and try to remember
But the night is simply cold
I return to the ancient tree
where once my soul was sold.
I gather the rope and ladder
while the moon is shining bright.
I kill myself again;
In the quiet of the night...
A lonely obscure defiance;
Where my silent tears will fall.
For none will ever remember
A quiet broken doll...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 14th May 2012
Vampire's KissI see him standing; he's so very far away. But his beauty still reaches out to me, caressing the very skin of my cheek. My breath left me at the sight of him and such fair, pale skin. His hair is unique, a wonderful mess of deep chocolate tresses with two long strands that frame his too perfect face. His bangs obscure his eyes from me at first, casting a soft shadow over them in the way the dim light of the moon hit him. His lips were twisted into a charming smirk... Beautiful.Vampire's Kiss8 years ago in Erotic More Like This
My heart fluttered. I watched him from afar, frozen on the spot. He was looking toward me. An angel of darkness, staring toward me, smirking at me... silently beckoning me to approach him. My feet obeyed the order though something else within me told me to turn and run. I couldn't listen to that small plea in my mind. It was pushed aside, tossed to the curb like a piece of garbage. I was in a spell now.. under his spell.
BohemioBohemio6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Su alma semeja una inquieta mariposa cuyas alas le impulsan a levantar constante vuelo y chocar contra las paredes sin remedio. Unas alas que se resisten a ser plastificadas por voluntades ajenas.
De lo más profundo de su mente surgen antenas que captan vibraciones imperceptibles para los demás. Él las toma entre sus manos y fabrica un eclipse de mar, una melodía luminosa, un poema mudo... sin poder explicarlas al mundo.
Es un bohemio buscando descubrir una nueva estrella en el firmamento. Una distinta, deslumbrante... una que palpite con una fuerza estremecedora.
Sin embargo, todas las estrellas son igual de brillantes, frías y distantes.
Pero él no puede conformarse con ello; se le secarán los ojos de escrutar la oscuridad, se le atrofiarán los dedos intentando escribir en una pared desnuda su última desesperación.
Quizá muera sin realizar su utópica empresa, pero será de cara al cielo, con su naturaleza inmutable y la
MonsterI'm staring intoMonster3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This parallel universe
Crying my tears of black
I see it now
It's horrible face
It's menacing ways to kill
He's a wreck
He's a bitch
He's a faggot
What else can you say?
You've already got him convinced
The mirror is a crime to him
But his paint to hide the fate
He paints to love
To find a shoulder to cry on
To find the confidence to ware it down
To a science
To paint over pain
To paint over hate
To paint over a broken soul
Maybe to hide the fact that he's hurt
But what else can be taken
When he's faking it all?
Paint over it
Paint it and hide it
i'll always be your little soldier.i.i'll always be your little soldier.4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
My father always told me that there's more to life
but how could you ever breathe
when your lungs feel collapsed
and your heart feels like a battle wound
because you can never feel again?
I always tried to believe in myself
because I knew I was a fighter
since I never had a chance to be anything else.
I always had to wash your scars off for you
and be your little solider
as you cried in my arms
because you said that you lost your heart in the war.
It always killed me when you cried,
I'll never be the same again.
You always pleaded the words ''please be better than me''
like they were a part of a broken song
that came from right inside your heart,
but all you ever wanted
was for me to not be like a shadow of you.
This life is full of nothing but hurt.
You always told me
that I was growing up to be more like you every day,
and you were always afraid
because you said that you never wanted me to have your mind.
I was growing more insane by t
PawnYou're full of promises you don't keepPawn3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Empty words you just don't mean
You play me like a puppet on your own string
Saying that you love me when I don't mean a thing
I'm tired of the bullshit, I've grown too old for games
So we'll see who needs who, when I choose to walk away
I promise you'll regret it, when you see I'm not your pawn
But it'll be too late for you, because by then I'll be gone.
I'm Not Good EnoughSlather my heart in my blood padded cellI'm Not Good Enough3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
From soft hands thumping on walls
Not cushioned enough to prevent grouted wounds.
I am flying through my cells with wordy screams
That tempted the air and thought best in expression
You can whisper coarse perils and I will
Meet you by the edged library books falling in my lap
With authors pouring out their hearts' desires
But flailing into mediocrity.
lub-dubThere are loverslub-dub3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I will never be able to
crawl out from underneath;
I’m caving in, lungs
no longer able
to exhale lovely things.
However hollow, I’ve got
these artist hands,
these god hands of mine
that can save lives.
What’s the point
when I’ve got little
& no one can ever seem
to find my pulse?
ScreamsBloody tears rain from dull eyes that don't understand anythingScreams3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They refuse to comprehend
They look around the tragic ruins of this world
And they try to turn off emotions and feelings
But they can't because those belong to the soul
And so streams of salty tears flow mercilessly
As the eyes reject life
The brain takes it in
But doesn't want to think
It still does
It wishes to be detached and tries to dream and cover up
The world which the eyes see with a mask
The body stands motionless
Before the soul breaks and the body crumbles
Crumbles to the ground
The heart keeps pumping unwanted life into this body
Blissfully unaware of anything that's happening
The mouth opens up to release the pent up energy
And it screams
It screams for the loss
For the unwanted
For the hated
For the sad
For the deaths
For the lives
For the tortured
For the happy
For the sick
For the healthy
For the doomed
For the saved
and then, you changed.For years, you used to ask me what you were to me.and then, you changed.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
And I would always say, "Nothing," until you finally understood that there was nothing you could do that could ever hurt me.
When we were children, there were no monsters under your bed. Just dead frogs and lizards from the pond on your doorstep.
You asked your sister, "Why do things die?"
"Because death is a part of life," she told you with a loving hand in your hair and a calming hug waiting for you later. But her eyes pinned me over your shoulder.
She never told you it was because Erik wouldn't stop killing them.
Flowers die, too. So I flattened them in your schoolbooks for you to find.
And you thought it was romantic. You showed them to your friends and told your sister you had a secret admirer.
I often wondered how you would've felt if you saw their ashes blow away with the wind, when I later burned them out on the deck.
It took you two years. You left a note in my locker junior year asking if I wanted to go out
In heaven for a single momentI'm in heaven for a single moment for the rest of time;In heaven for a single moment3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the words you speak span the oceans,
reaching heaven, before these words leave your lips,
The way I envision your beauty is the heart opened,
The softness of your lips, the passion of your kiss,
the deepest part of the oceans, and the vastness of the abyss,
You're the one etched across the heart,
Passionate everlasting eternal bliss,
unquestioned until all life departs eternalness,
So many precious moments embedded in the heart;
rest your head on my shoulders as I hold you close,
as I reminisce old photos of us both,
to visualise what happiness is supposed to be,
I romanticise, romantic moments,
as I'm hopelessly lost In your eyes,
in your warmth and comfort,
You centralise my world up high and put my life in focus
your love is comprised, of all these timeless moments,
from this sunrise, and tranquil oceans.
I'm not deadHey! Hey! I'm right here!I'm not dead3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hey! Hey! Look, I am here!
Hey! You have to see me!
Hey! Can't you hear me?
Don't walk past without a word!
Don't pretend you didn't notice me!
Hey! Hey! I'm screaming!
Hey! Hey! I am waving!
Hey! Why don't you turn 'round?
Hey! Why don't you react?
Don't go away, don't go, don't!
Don't pretend I'm invisible!
Why? Why don't you see?
Why? Why don't you hear me?
Why do you ignore me?
Why do you leave me?
Don't you see I'm still alive?
Don't pretend I'm already dead!
Circle of loveThe joyCircle of love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You're walking by my side, smiling and laughing.
No troubled heart, no unnecessary pressure.
Friendship - so pure, so innocent.
Your smile, your voice, you.
Forever in my thoughts.
Not a single day goes by without your presence in my mind.
I'm being too needy. Asking over and over again to meet up.
You need time, you need space. I know that all too well.
But I don't want to live without you. I need you.
I'm scared, you're scared.
At least we're being honest.
Your voice, your face. My voice, my face.
We wont lie, we can't lie. There's no reason to lie.
But can my love for you survive?
Will we ever be one?
Only time will tell.
TruthPoison spoken softly,Truth6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And in an honest tongue-
Could master all the longest lies
And see the great undone.
The Devil of the StairsShe is a tragedy and a hero:The Devil of the Stairs3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the mother abandoning
etched through to my blood
and who says she's not the reason I leak
Sometimes things are all too bleak.
For simplicity is as simplicity
does not do.
I wonder what it is like to be you.
Sylvia, did it hurt to write?
Poetry keeps me up at night.
Do I terrify?
I think I simply wish to die.
Sometimes it is enough only to ask why.
They hurl the world at me, and I
flinch like I've forgotten to move or how to try.
My secret, dear Sylvia, is I want to be you.
"I used to be like you but soon you will be like me."
It was too far for me, you see
She was a hero, and a tragedy.
I guess it simply wasn't meant to be.
At a London graveyard or from the bottom of your heart, you lie.
With honesty and a heart at ease you despise
The simple kind of picked-off wounds, rehealing and infested
with the worms you promised you had left us
Sylvia, I am a little girl with your heart
I daresay I sing with a different rue:
Ophelia and I, I wanted to be you
A Thousand LashesA Thousand LashesA Thousand Lashes3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You never think about what you say
How every harsh word is like a crack of a whip
One lash, two, then more and more
Before long my heart is bleeding and bare
Is this what you wanted?
For me to be completely broken and weak?
Before long this is all I can feel around you
Beaten and unworthy
Of the love I gave you so graciously
Every hateful word is another thorn in my heart
Another lash to my back
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But your words have defiantly hurt me
A thousand lashes
A thousand lies
A thousand painful ways to die
But I still love you
The PuppeteerHere stands my heart,The Puppeteer3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On the line of desperation,
On the edge of insanity.
Held together by stitches of false truth,
Strung up like a marionette,
A mere toy for the puppeteer.
Here lies my heart,
Begging you to stay,
Bound in fabric chains.
Split apart by the truth,
Held up by wounds of the past,
Used for the amusement,
Of a puppeteer.
InsteadThere is a quiet understanding,Instead3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That takes place.
In the heart.
The realizing the loss of one,
Acknowledging they no longer exist in flesh.
Then the mind grips this horrific feeling,
Setting up defenses of denial.
The wounds and damages of the mind begin to mend.
Scar tissue builds up,
The longer the mind takes to understand and accept,
Blinding the mind from the truth.
Running can only take you so far,
Till you realize your feet have never moved.
I've become exhausted,
And yet I've never moved.
I've shielded myself from the fact,
Not wanting to let go I suppose.
But now I realize,
Letting go . . .
Isn't giving up.
Is giving myself the chance,
The chance to live.
That is what she wanted,
I've lived in regret for two years,
Because of one,
A moment that I was not present for,
A moment that has haunted me in my waking hours.
The moment she died.
I have been furious with myself,
Cursing my being for it.
But I have come