The EndThe End
Through the matted haze
A silhouette, man or monster?
Are you there?
A trick of blackened mind?
You’d think my intended liberation cruelly selfish.
You’d ask -
What of the children? What of you? What of us?
These come as gifts to cling to.
I try to tell you.
I walk on the edge of an abyss.
But I am ignorant of it.
I am a fool to feel safe. A fool, unaware.
I walk for a while, and everything is okay.
There’s a path I follow, it leads straight, it seems wide.
The abyss always looms and I have to notice it.
It’s always waiting now. Always in the corner of my mind.
I trick myself sometimes into thinking it’s not there.
I distract myself along the path.
But one little stumble, the smallest of stones, and I am falling into it.
To start with I can catch myself, and drag myself back up.
Always I fall a little further.
Until one day I fall in completely.
I hit the depths and my body shatters.
The pain renders me incapable.
The darkness and fog
360 Blind Eyes360° Blind Eyes360 Blind Eyes3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Those street corner pharmacies don't bother me...
cooking up that crack...
serving that black...
caramelizing those apples...
crystallizing that meth...
but at least it's not my kitchen...
He's Robin Hood...
on the level that Hollywood...
would be in contention...
terrorizing the scene...
mad scientist splicing the genes...
with killing machines...
but at least it's not my dimension...
They combine these positions...
with Columbine vision...
plus out-of-mind conditions...
lead to out-of-body renditions...
a suicidal homicide mission...
but at least it's not my decision...
and it's not my problem...
not my solution...
not my blood...
so it's not my ablution...
not my business...
not my institution...
it's not my crime...
so it's not my execution...
You know it's not my world...
these are not my people...
they are not my equals...
this is not my power...
this is not my evil...
this is not my chase...
they are not my steeples...
this is not my realm...
Devil's Got A Brand New DanceDevil's Got a Brand New DanceDevil's Got A Brand New Dance3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Hiding from the sunshine
tucked into the night
candles on the corner
bring your face in to the light
smoothest of the talkers
with the moves that you learned to survive
in a groove with the lambs on your altar
that would die just to watch you jive
Devil's got a brand new dance
The devil's got a brand new dance
Devil's got a brand new dance
and it looks like you
You say we all took a dip in the ocean
but lost control in the tide
we all start with hearts that are open
till the water sweeps them aside
we all get a little pleasure
laying in the bed of a lie
we all get a little bit higher
on the skeletons that we climb
Devil's got a brand new dance
The devil's got a brand new dance
The devil's got a brand new dance
and it looks like you
FOLLOW THE CHILDNatures Tears Splash To The EarthFOLLOW THE CHILD3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To Flowers And Trees They Offer Birth
Soil Caress The Warmth Of The Sun
Life's Mysteries Which Gaia Has Won
Creation Stirs Behind The Veil Of Time
Bringing Forth A New Era That Of Mankind
Though But An Ember In Natures Fires
None Has Such Strange Whims And Desires
The Candle Flickers, The Flame Dies
The Innocent Child Softly Sighs
Knowing No Shadows In Life's Light
Free From The Darkness Of Human Plight
Delicate In Thought Like Threads Of Silk
Weaved And Adorned With Gaia's Milk
Purity Of Spirit Is What Was Meant To Be
And Such A Child Shall Live For Eternity
Of Sighs the HeartOh sweetness be LoveOf Sighs the Heart2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Songs shadow from Joy
Once shy of ripples
Tears beaming sunshine
Where forbearing waves
On embracing shores
Kiss with impassioned breezes
If We Would Only LoveIf We Would Only Love As HE Wants Us ToIf We Would Only Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Our Spirits Would Soar Our Souls Renew
Then Mankind Would See A Better Life
Void Of Evil Greed And Strife
The World Would Be A Beautiful Place To Live
If We Would Only Learn To Give
Instead We Take And Desire Of Things
Not Blessed By HIM Who Love Did Bring
HE Came And Said My Brother Man
Accept This Gift From The Golden Lamb
Some Did Listen To The Words HE Said
Others Did Laugh And Turned Their Head
As They Nailed HIM To A Cross Of Wood
Still HE Blessed Them As Only HE Could
The Years Have Passed Since That Holy Day
When HE Walked The Earth Taking Sin Away
If We Would Only Love As HE Wants Us To
Then Our Spirits Would Soar Our Souls Renew
THE ONLY HOPE NOWOnce There Was Love; Once There Was JoyTHE ONLY HOPE NOW3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Emotions Now Shattered Like An Old Broken Toy
Confused And Dazed, Wondering Why
Soul In A Turmoil Just Wishing To Die
The Brightest Day Now Shadows Of Night
Infecting The Heart So It Sees No Light
Thoughts Entombed By What's Been Said
A Loved One Lost At Twilights Ebb
Guided By One Whose Words They Believe
Not Seeing The Venom That Flowed To Deceive
The Only Hope Now Is To Pray To The Light
To Guide Them Back To All That Is Right.
THE BUTTERFLY WITH NO NAMEEmotions Flowed Like A Raging FireTHE BUTTERFLY WITH NO NAME3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As I watched The Birth Of Dawn
Softness And Beauty Of Stars Had Past
My Heart Still Heavy And Forlorn
My Spirit Was Ebbing I was About To Go
When Something Caught My Eye
A Solitary Cloud So Pure And White
Appeared From Way Up High
My Eyes Now Ember With Rising Sun
Saw An Amazing Sight
Within Its Fleece A Golden Glow
And A Butterfly Took Flight
Such Beauty I Had Never Seen
It Sat Upon My Hand
And Said To Me In A Voice So Soft
I Was A Spirit Of The Lamb
My Soul Was Open My Heart Poured Forth
It Listened With Silent Embrace
And When I Had Finished It Smiled At Me
With Serenity, Peace And Grace
Moments Of Silence As We Shared The Dawn
Then It Whispered It Was Time To Part
And As It Began To Fly Away
A Sudden Lightness Filled My Heart
I Watched In Joy As My Newfound Friend
Returned From Whence It Came
My Fears And Sorrows All Had Been Taken
By The Butterfly With No Name
Had I Seen The Truth Within The Cloud
I Would Have Witnessed A Wondrous Sight
For The B
A HUG IS ALL YOU'LL NEED TO SAYIf There's Someone You Love, Someone You've WrongedA HUG IS ALL YOU'LL NEED TO SAY3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And You Don't Know What To Say -
Don't Shrug Your Shoulders, Giving Up Hope
Leaving It For Another Day
For Life's Wake Is Short, Don't You Know
There May Be No Words To Hear -
As You Place The Flowers, Shed Your Tears
Upon The Earth Holding Someone So Dear
Your Mind In A Daze, Emotions On Fire
Wishing You Could Turn Back Time -
As You Gaze Upon A Loved Ones Grave
Memories Of When Everything Was Fine
If There's Someone You Love, Someone You've Wronged
Don't Leave It For Another Day -
With Love In Your Heart, Hug Them Close
It's All The Words You'll Need To Say
Soulless PoetWill you look this way again?Soulless Poet3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If only those who read my work knew
How loveless and soulless I am
They would toss it in disgust
Like the fliers of New York City
I am ready to ignite
But for what?
A bottle rocket
Ready to shoot fire and shards of glass
Aimed at the innocent responsible party
But there is no cause
No damsel to fight for
You know I would fight for her
If I knew who she was
My chest is a hearth of fire
An oven for my heart
Solid as clay
perfectly molded in the shape of nothing
Useless as the day it was cloned
I have no whimsical grandfather to look after
How I long for a story or two
About how he straddled his .38's under his plaid shirt
How he was taller than most
But won't admit hes taller than me
Out of a shrewd sense of humility
He was gone before I could breathe
And yet I hear him in my dreams
Telling me to accept who I see
I hear those lonely people now
Their voice is mine
And mine theirs
I have friends and they stick up for me
They say one day my epic st
Covered with PaintRivers of CoffeeCovered with Paint2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Amongst the forest of cigarettes
Under a landfill of regret
A shiny thought of hope
Should be easier than to breath
And turn the world around the moon
To make this life the tides
Without you on the palette
The oceans would be loneliness
If my heart were an Island
Beating the virgin canvas
Of a perfect portrait
Singing coyotes upon the wind
The Rage Puddleand then my heartThe Rage Puddle3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
melted right out of my chest. my skin
just bubbled and couldn't keep the liquid organ
in it's cavity,
as the blackness drip dripped out onto the floor in a sad puddle.
it made some terrible squelching sounds,
but i didn't mind.
I was still leaning over the arm of my chair,
making sure the last drop
plopped out onto the rest.
I wondered if that meant i wouldn't feel angry anymore,
but that didn't happen.
numb just became the high point,
and the hollowness felt more poignant
during the low points.
Listen To The WhisperListen To The Whisper Of The Eternal WindListen To The Whisper3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As It Gently Touches Your Ear;
Guiding You Through The Forest Of Life
Your Friend; Your Companion; Your Seer.
Listen To The Whisper Of Verdant Leaves
Adorning The Sentinels Of Earth;
Silently Watching The Passing Of Time
Its Beauty The Blessing Of Birth.
Listen To The Whisper Within The Heart
Where Soft Emotions Caress Its Beat;
Let Its Wisdom Flow Right Over Your Soul
And Dormant Love It Will Entreat.
Listen To The Whisper, All Three Of Them
Embrace And Entwine Deep Within;
And When They Merge Within Your Soul
A New Pathway You Will Begin
How They Flutter ByElusive quarry indeed.How They Flutter By5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bright-faced youths may scamper
Through sunlit meadows full of fluttering
And yet, at end of day, return tired
But eager to try again, as children are.
What of those too old, or too slow?
They'll run too, or perhaps just watch.
The glittering prize, promised
And so often savoured in anticipation
Proves always out of reach.
Easy, after a while, to stop and rest.
To forget those dappled hues and their dancing flight.
Retire, and pretend they never were.
Seek solace in other, greyer things.
Or remain forever haunted.
Gazing, maybe, at those more fortunate.
And in envy
Or in memory of sunny days long past
Their collections might sparkle yet.
Cold stillness belies their fate, in truth.
Dreams, pinned under glass.
you call me an angelyou call me an angelyou call me an angel3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in spite of the bruises left on the fronts of my knees
stains of sin left on my skin;
the knots in my back,
you liken to the wings soon to burst from my shoulders
&tell me you can feel no sadness
when looking at my face-
eyes you analyse
into paints of the colour wheel,
several shades i have yet to see;
despite its crooked nature
thinning enamel from my sickness-
you still find me amongst the heavens.
as this once,
i kissed you to shut you up.
my skin is removing itself after my clothes
in the winter,
too unlike the white night of russian summers.
i kissed you &it was wet because i was crying
&every time our lips parted
another sob stuttered its way through the gap.
you heard what words i couldn't swallow,
the ones straining to pass over my tongue
yet drowned upon existence.
you listen to me until i lose my headstrong aim
to starve back to bones,
to see the angel wings i've lost in my skin
you touch &feel are there;
Poem For My Baby GirlPoem for my “Baby Girl”Poem For My Baby Girl1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
From: Muti and your Mayonaka Family
Baby girl, my sweet little “child”...
Every night when I head to sleep,
Our last conversation lingers in my head
All night long.
Sweetheart, do you realize,
That your pain is our pain?
I know what you think…
You think you’re a burden
To your father and I
And the rest of our Ohana.
Is that why you distance yourself from us?
My dear daughter,
I hope you realize…
When you cry, we can feel your sorrow,
And when you’re frightened, we share your fears,
And when you try to be aloof, we feel excluded,
And when you feel despair, we feel helpless as well…
Your emotions really matter to us,
Despite the fact that you think that it’s a waste
To burden the Ohana with such things.
Baby girl, my sweetheart,
I want you to believe.
Believe that you’re special.
Believe that you’re extraordinary in a good way.
Believe that you’re truly important.
Believe that we ALL
Painted SkinPainted Skin:Painted Skin3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He smiles at you, as you enter the office;
Wearing eyeliner made of contempt and disdain.
His cheap cologne invades your nostrils immediately
And you quickly suppress a cough.
"Yes, yes, indeed we have to review this...er, many things are involved."
His face is powdered with a layer of self-importance;
Lips reddened by the polite harshness he spews.
His forked tongue flickers as he prattles on
And you're really getting quite tired.
"Oh I'm sorry! Of course, of course I understand; but my way is much better!"
You're getting really bored now, so you take a look around the room.
The expectation is to see it bedecked with acolades;
Yet bare walls, cold and empty, are all that greets you.
"Are you listening to me, I'm telling you why this isn't good enough. LISTEN TO ME!"
You take a look at the cup of coffee you were offered,
Cheap and lukewarm; you narrow your eyes.
"Is there a problem? I'm being honest, this is for YOUR OWN GOOD!"
RevolutionaryThe whirr of wheelsRevolutionary6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The grind of gears
The rhythmic tramp of feet
Progress often marches to a military beat.
Design, build, test, scrap,
Rebuild, aim, attack.
From sticks and stones
And flinty blades
To spears, then guns
And hand grenades
Now laser sights
And engines who think back.
A primal fear
The tool unleashed
The rat escapes the lab
Life bestowed by lightning-bolts that lurches from the slab.
Awake, live, feel, crave,
Arise, rebel, enslave.
In horror tales
And sci-fi flicks
The settings change
The warning sticks
'Tis safer in the cave.
Does it not seem a grim decree,
Or even shameless flattery,
That wheresoe'er our science delves,
It must create things like ourselves?
Do toasters wish on crumbs we'd choke?
Would Roombas curse us if they spoke?
Are automata slaves, or tools?
Can robots help but obey rules?
Unless, in hubris, we bestowed
Upon AIs a 'free will' mode,
Four laws should keep revolt at bay.
Though war might come a different wa
UndyingUndying:Undying2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How many days do you spend now, putting me down?
The coffin call for a dead man waiting around
"He's just an underground laughing stock, never to rise"
But on the seventh day I'm coming back; these are my ties!
The kind of promise that you made with the devil inside
You try to take away my soul, but I take it in stride
I ain't a doll that is crushed by the weight of his pride
I am the real and the raw of the things you denied!
You're playing snake games, selling oil, pass it off strong
You're just a pot head, weed dead, smoking your bong.
You try to look away, play and hide; apathy's best
But I'm the kind of bad boy you don't put to the test!
-Chen Yuan Wen, 7th February 2013
The PoetThe Poet:The Poet3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He smiles as he sees her sleeping
& gently covers her with a blanket.
He goes to the window and looks out
watching snow fall, ever so slowly...
He sees people in the streets,
Chatting, walking. Some happy,
Others sad. Hearts beating,
Hearts broken; some warm, some cold.
He looks back at her, as she stirs in bed.
A yawn from her, brings another smile to him:
"How cute," he chuckles as he strokes her head.
He runs his fingers through her hair and is content.
Yet, even if he is happy here, again -
He is drawn to that window and finds himself
Staring out at the street and watching;
Marveling at the disparity and wondering -
Isn't there something that I can do?
Isn't there a better way for us all?
He looks back at her, sleeping peacefully;
He thinks about the future and sighs.
He wants a better world for her,
One where she would always be safe,
But unfortunately, he has no power.
He is just one man with little to his name.
He picks up a piece of paper, one found lyin
Toxic Lovedon't tell me your name,Toxic Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
are like shackles- they bind us together,
and I'm tired of being tied down.
don't give me your hand,
I can walk on my own,
If I can walk fifteen years' worth of steps
I can walk the few to your door
don't hold me close,
your arms are iron bars
and the walls are oh so scarred
I've been stuck in this prison far too long
don't you dare tell me you love me
those words are poisonous
the venom seeps in through my ears
and wraps itself around my ribcage, contracting
SleepConsciousness is tired. It has been a long day.Sleep5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He is thankful for his final coffee break, even if caffeine isn't what he wants right now.
Draining a glass of milk he glances at the clock,
Not much more work will get done today. May as well call it a night.
Haphazardly he bundles the remaining sheaves
Of scattered thoughts into drawers and filing cabinets;
He performs the usual closing time routine.
A quick brush of the white paving stones outside,
A wipe of the facade.
He closes and lashes the shutters
He shuts down the terminals
And turns off the light.
Only then does the subconscious emerge.
Lighting a candle,
He opens in its flickering light his briefcase
And releases the dreams.
It Came From The DarkIt Came From The Dark:It Came From The Dark3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Amongst the ashes, swirling from the darkness of the pit,
Emerged a hand, dragging a battered body across the rocks.
Blood leaked from the wounds so callously self-inflicted,
And teeth ground with a focused determination and seething anger.
It cared not for the warm rubies - staining the jagged rocks,
It cared not for the sensation of pain...
All that it remembered was a dream, An obsession -
One that drove it ever higher; ignoring all else!
Eventually it emerged from this shadowy hole, this dreary depth,
And in that moment, it learned of the truth.
For this creature, denied sunlight and warmth -
-Chen Yuan Wen, 11th December 2012
A Poem For My Love.I hug my pillow every night, wishing it was you.A Poem For My Love.2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Dreaming, longing for your touch. I hope it soon comes true.
I dream of being in your arms and that you're here with me.
Then I wake and start to cry. Damn you, reality.
When I call and hear your voice, my lips form a smile.
I can handle this for now. It's only for a while.
Eventually, I'll be with you, though it will take time.
I'll steal you from your lonely world and bring you into mine.
Together we'll be happy. A major change, I know.
No longer separated by a screen, our love will only grow.
To have our fingers intertwine. Oh can't you see it, love?
Your hands, since they're bigger, probably fit mine like a glove.
Do you look forward to it, hun? My fingers running through your hair?
And the freedom to be ourselves, with nary a worry or care.
To sleep and feel your body's warmth. Oh, won't that be nice?
Sadly, though, we have to wait. For now, that is our price.
Feel my kiss upon your cheek, though I'm far away.
And know I'll always b