sucideI cut my wrist tonight,sucide7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
just to feel the pain.
I pressed the blade so deep,
the blood fell like rain
I watched it flowing fast,
down onto the floor.
My life started draining,
untill of me there was no more.
I awoke into darkness,
with pain inside my chest.
There sitting beside me
were those who failed the test.
What have I done for this!?
I cried out in shame.
whispering from beside me said
there was only me to blame.
now I am lost to the night,
of which I will never rise.
and whispers in my heart,
all the lost souls cries.
Little childI stand in a field, as a child,Little child2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
A simple flower, i hold in my palm,
A symbol of how easily something can be crushed or blown away,
Nurture this beauty and sigh away my pains,
A lotus, the soul of my love,
I hold in my hand.
As i contemplated these thoughts,
A Angel made itself known, walking in, with no halo or holy father,
Suddenly i felt insecure and stupid,
A boy in love with a flower.
It approached me and took my hands in its palms gently,
An angel maybe but a woman i was sure,
She possessed soft hands like small pieces of stroking silk,
Encasing my hands so they formed like fists.
A panic, i fell into fear as i began to crush my love, my flower,
Anxiety and pain, my heart began to cry and so did i,
She smiled and opened my hands palm up to show me,
The flower was still there and as perfect as uncrushed.
I awoke from this dream, a man,
I realized the flower was my love and my hands the rest of the world,
The hands are unable to crush what i love,
Love is something more, something u
I am... I can get in your head without thinking.I am...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can make you cry without shedding a tear.
I will make you scream in horror, but I have no fear.
I can make you run without even moving.
I am the master while you are only the student.
I am the royalty on the throne while you bow down.
I am still deadly, without a heart.
I am the darkness that surrounds you, light.
I am lifeless, while you are lively.
I feed off of the anger and sorrow that escapes your grasp.
I am the one hiding in the night.
The shadows that follow you.
BelovedBeloved:Beloved2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
With a bright radiant smile
If only for me...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 4th January 2013
Next Generation ChristiansNext Generation Christians,Next Generation Christians2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Believe in God, the son, the spirit,
Believe that Jesus is our savior,
They don't believe though,
That being gay is wrong and sinful,
They don't believe,
That it's right to hate transgenders,
We believe that we are all loved by God,
No matter who we are or who we love.
What If?I have a question what if:What If?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A man in a box came?
An owl flew through the window?
Your name was the one drawn?
You heard the people sing?
A note book fell from the sky?
The fire nation attacked?
A Russian's scarf tried to kill you?
Hollows attacked your family?
You get decommissioned?
You had a paper with lipstick on it?
You got a new groove?
There was a chemical X?
Would you go on to be,
The hero of the story?
I'm sorryI knew a boy.I'm sorry2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He cried himself to sleep every night,
and the rings around his eyes didn’t
match his soft-spoken words,
and Shame tailed him like a shadow;
his closest and only friend.
I knew a boy.
He scribbled jagged promises
on the inside of his arms
the backs of his knees
so he wouldn’t forget,
wouldn’t get too close.
I knew a boy.
But not anymore.
Reaching OutOverwhelming,Reaching Out2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Deep and overwhelming,
It's true terror to the last jot
And I don't kick, I don't
Scream or swim,
Which is scary.
What happened to me?
When did I become so numb with pain?
When did I slip so far from the handles
That I drift
Or more, much more than drifting.
Sinking to the bottom of wherever the hell I am
(I've lost track)
I want to come back.
I want to be back in the simplicity of Your arms,
Of where You are,
Of where I was,
Trying to understand how I even managed
to wander this far.
You're holding out a hand.
I want to reach for it.
Living for the Both of UsHer brother was a boyLiving for the Both of Us4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Who had to shake stardust from his hair
Because his imagination would
Take him to such great heights
(While the ground remained firm under her feet.)
He loved the idea of winter but was a
Summer child through and through
(While she could barely keep up with the change of seasons.)
He was born fearless and saw
The good in everything as he handed out
Forgiveness like bible verses
(While she sat in the back church pews and gathered dust.)
But he never even made it to the hospital
When tragedy struck
On a cold January night and she didn't have
The secrets on how to save a life,
But what she did know was how not to forget.
So now she's shooting herself to the moon,
Coloring the seasons,
And throwing away grudges
Because that's what he would've wanted
And she has to live for the both of them now.
Stick and Stones, LoveSticks and stones,Stick and Stones, Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
May break my bones.
But words can do much more.
I find them scribbled on notes strewn about,
And I hear your voice when I read them to myself.
They come in soft whispers,
Or thunderous shouts of anger.
They can inspire a masterpiece
Fueled by joy or pain.
They're sung sweetly in sunshine
Or bitterly in rain.
They can serve to begin or end
Something wonderful or terrible.
They are how I know you.
The bridges between our minds.
They are the art of the commoner.
You're lips, a brush, you're words, the strokes
The air is your canvas.
You paint your perception with your voice,
Giving me a portrait of what my eyes could never see.
Will you show me who you are or who you want to be?
With your words, you
Can tell the truth or fool me.
You create or destroy.
With your words,
You love or hate,
You give or you take.
Your words are your choice.
There is life and death.
In the power of your voice.
I'm Tired of SmilingThe bruises on your face are always well-hidden with make-up.I'm Tired of Smiling3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The scratches and cuts are always covered.
The smile always plastered on your face (except around me).
I remember what you said that day,
when your words broke my heart.
How long can you wear that mask?
You make me smile
when all I want to do is break down and cry.
But I'm not too good at cheering you up...
Please don't ever let me lose you.
I can't even handle the thought of you
crying on that dirty bathroom floor.
You came to me already damaged.
I hope I light up your world
if only just a bit.
I can't glue all of you back together,
because you're missing several pieces of yourself.
Ah, but you're so beautiful.
Insert creative title here.sometimes I hate the ideaInsert creative title here.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I rather eat the autumn
skies crushing cold air between my molars
and hiding shaky hands
between pages of dictionaries
and clickclickclicking sounds of typewriters
you asked me why I wrote poems
on the soles of my shoes
and I told you
it was because I wanted to
imprint myself on the earth
then I can create beauty
even if I am not
Brother's Of The BatWe constantly disagree… Can never let each other just simply be…Brother's Of The Bat2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We inevitably hate… Hoping someone will make the first mistake…
We endlessly fight… Just put us together and I promise we’ll bite…
We persistently feud… Being ever so shrewd…
We naturally loathe… Pride and life-- by the end of it you’ll be lucky to have both…
We boundlessly provoke… Even with a gesture as simple as a poke…
We ceaselessly despise… Waiting on the others sheer demise…
We limitlessly mock… Any hour of the clock…
We eternally dispute… Raging over the same damn suit…
We continuously daunt… Only to bitterly taunt…
We repeatedly wrangle… We’ve knotted together so often that we’re a tangle…
We unlimitedly differ… And our opinions are only getting stiffer…
What Can You Do?"What can you do, oh, what can you do?What Can You Do?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When the entire world has turned against you?
When all hope seems to disappear?
Can you tell me what to do here?
When all hope is lost, and the good times fade,
When good memories and smiles die away.
What can you do, oh, what can you do?
To help me, somehow, make a breakthrough?"
"Thinking dark thoughts will get you nowhere,
If you do think dark thoughts, then you'd best beware.
To ruin one life, you ruin countless others'
And you'll be the one who is 'under the covers'.
So remember this when going through life,
At the end of a tunnel, there is always a light.
And whenever you're feeling very sad or blue,
Remembering this is what you can do"
A Tortured Soul.As I pick myself up off the floorA Tortured Soul.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know now that I don't want this anymore
You have just shattered my soul
Ripped it into to pieces you insignificant mole
My life torn, shattered, and left in the dirt
So many ruined memories, and hurt
It all went by so fast
My happiness left in a cast
Picking up the shambles of a broken life
Staring at the blade of a sharp knife
I could end it all now
But there is no fun in that anyhow
I walk through this life alone
Without any hope or a home
I really need you tonight
I am a broken man in a losing fight
You blew your chance with me
Why can't you just take the time to see
SomeoneSometimes I wish I could be someone else,Someone2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
someone who is more pretty or more intelligent,
someone who is more extroverted,
someone who has more self-confidence,
someone who is more successful or richer than me,
someone who has an easier past and a brighter future ahead,
someone who can take life and its problems easier,
someone who accepts every problem as it is,
Someone who isn't afraid.
Someone who sees the light in dark days.
Someone who never looses hope.
But in the end, when I look at myself in the mirror,
I understand that I cannot be someone else.
I understand that I am me,
I understand that I have my own strengths,
I force myself to accept what was given to me.
I try to see my own strengths.
But this is hard.
Life is hard.
WreckageHe stole my virginity, put it in a box. Tied it with a slimy bow,Wreckage2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
one that fastens and locks. Threw it in the fire, watched it sizzle
and burn. Started to take my value, burned it taking turns.
He trapped me in leather, smothered me till I died. Threw my body
in the trash, never even cried. Left me there to rot, left me
for the rats. Skin pallid, limbs limp, eyes as black as bats.
He left then, and somehow I returned. Crawled through the wreckage,
void of all concern. Eyes were black and lips were cracked. I
wandered like a lifeless doll, feeling I'd been smacked.
He never returned, never said sorry. Left me in the dark at the
bottom of a quarry. Now I'm walking with a limp, soundless and
mute. I hope you know it wasn't fun, it wasn't even cute.
stop methe knife slides to the floorstop me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
blood drips down my arm
i can feel my mind slipping
to another land
my life flashes before my eyes
as i lower myself down
into the warm water
that will lead me to my end
reality slips away
as my mother rushes in
screaming my name in fury
a smile forms on my lips
i want to hug and comfort her
to tell her its ok
she grabs the phone dials 911
not knowing its too late
i shut my eyes for the last time
whisper my last goodbye
the final wave of darknes
my mind is once more free
Suit Of ArmorWhat people see on my outsideSuit Of Armor10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Isn't really me.
It's just a suit of armor
With a welded smile.
What people see on my outside
Isn't who I am.
I say things I don't believe,
And hide the things I like.
What people see on my outside
Isn't how I feel.
I laugh and joke and play,
But I'm alone in a crowd.
So before you're quick to judge me
Because what you see on my outside
Probably isn't me.
RomanceWhat's considered Romance?Romance10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Snuggling on a cold winter night.
Telling inside jokes and laughing like hyenas because of it.
Being by each other's side like there is no tomorrow.
Falling asleep in each other's arms.
Walking on the beach in the moonlight.
Not being afraid to show your romantic side around others.
Doing spontaneous things to show your love for me.
Looking at me with the that burning, fiery passion in your eyes.
Reassuring me that everything is alright.
Careful fixing my wounds as I fix yours.
Taking time out of your busy schedule to check up on me.
Telling me how you really feel at times.
Letting your emotions file out of you at anytime.
Giving me compliments every time we see each other.
Always being chivalrous even when its not needed.
Little Black CouchA half-hearted stare at the zen gardenLittle Black Couch2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
has me wondering
"What're you doing here?"
I am an oxymoron,
the clinically depressed optimist
who cries with frustration
when her shadow overtakes the sun.
It's the same color as
the little black couch where a
bespectacled Buddhist with a Ph.D
quizzes me to the tune
of a white-noise generator,
but all I can focus on is the tissue box
and the prayer beads 'round his wrist,
how prayer helped a little,
and I'm terrible for killing so many trees
with my tissues,
those beads on my rosary.
And it makes me wonder
When I started playing Jonah;
feeding this fish until it
swelled into a whale,
swallowed me whole.
I had this,
had this covered until
it began covering me.
My parents swear they've known
since I was little,
but damn them,
this is news to me,
and I wish we had named
this god-awful monster
before it got to the point where
I could barely hold my shield against it
and just hope its wordless figure
would leave me alone.
ScaredScared2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Souls screaming about the room
If I catch one, will she tell me?
Tell me what I have to know
But pain finishes first
The sticks and stones that hurt
The worst the most
Stars spinning into the night
If I crush one, will it whimper?
I could, but I won't
Because I'm scared
S for sibilant
Carnal delights that hurt and
Remember me? It's
A frightened child
Spiders spinning dark moonshine
If I find them, will they leave?
Giving me their lies
But pain is my champion
First, second, always
Alive in my eyes and ears
Because I'm scared
S for sacrificed
Caring, sweet, little
Angel who cannot
Souls fading about the bed
If I catch one, will she tell me?
Tell me everything
All will be wellAll will be well.All will be well1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Even if I have to destroy a billion souls,
a garden full of beautiful flowers,
even if I never see your beautiful eyes again.
All will be well.
Even if the sky comes crushing down upon us,
if the Sun goes supernova and dust takes us away,
even if my feelings for you grow stronger than before.
All will be well.
For I shall forever be there for you, only for you.
Even if I cut my heart out so you could live.
Even if I die and never dream again, I shall love you.
Nebraska NightsNebraska NightsNebraska Nights5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The city attempting progress only yards away:
Laughter cascades from luminous doorways of looming buildings,
Rippling down shadowy tree-lined pathways
On slight breezy currents permeating moisture-choked air.
Joyous students swarm over damp-leaf-paved sidewalks
Toward pulse-like bass beats of some distant DJ,
Car horns howl a mournful tune to blazing streetlights
Adorned with charred moth corpses decaying into dust;
Yet these dimly lit steps are our own isolated island,
And nocturnal sounds mere echoes of this all-pervading
Infinitely more potent
Than trivial words spouted beneath the suns harsh glare;
Profoundly rich, sumptuous as plush velvet draperies
Studded only with jewels of flickering firefly glow.
They caress my arms with trembling papery wings,
Ugly creatures til some prehistoric instinct spurs illumination.
If only they could shine forever,
If only tonight would last a lifetime;
Too-fleeting sparks of splendor in a world of crushing