Pro-ChoiceYour life is just a string of choicesPro-Choice1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Held together by the delicate stitches of breath.
Every choice I make is mine and mine alone
And this body is nobody’s but my own.
There you go;
And just so you know,
I’m all for it.
It’s not ‘murder’,
It’s not a crime
I think it’s perfectly fine
And if you don’t,
Well, that’s you.
If I get raped,
Or an accident happens,
And I want an abortion;
I’ll get one.
And after all’s said and done,
I won’t feel guilty.
My body, my rules
Your body, your rules.
It’s not alive,
It’s a tiny clump of cells
Not even aware
It wouldn’t even care.
If you’re against abortion?
But my body’s mine,
Hers is hers and your is yours;
Don’t shut other people’s doors.
They Also Serve Who Only Stand and WaitI don't know when we first went underground. I don't even know if it was one mass exodus, a swarm of mankind trickling through the earth's crust so vehement we carved our own caverns by the force of trampling feet, or whether it was a gradual process, perhaps even a repetitive one, a family here, a neighborhood there. For all I know, the echo of the damp subterranean machine has always reverberated off the cave walls, created long past by the Angels, who think of our well-being even while they shake their heads helplessly at our flaws.They Also Serve Who Only Stand and Wait2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
They say that those who remained on the surface were raptured away in a great flash of light, like a million suns converted into raw energy all at once. While it was rumored once that the flash was our doing, our own horrid creation, we all know better now. It was the Maker who brought it forth from the void and cast it onto the earth's crust, as though shot from an immense sling, taking only those who were brave enough to trust in Him. We, who live in t
Mind, oh MindSmiley face, smiley face, can't you ever see?Mind, oh Mind2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So much to be sad about, so much that could be
Going wrong for everyone, going wrong for you.
Smiley face, smiley face, don't you feel it too?
Sad face, sad face, can't you ever tell?
So much could be going great, going oh so well
Sad face, sad face, can't you ever see?
Life is spend much better when your thinking thoughts of glee.
Mind, oh mind, why can't you agree?
Thinking everything at once is slowly killing me...
Thinking of Youmy virginity wasThinking of You2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the holiest of altars
with a hundred religions'
my father's gun
to a breathing temple
so i took it myself
a prayer so long
& innocence taken by the
right hand of god
Russian Roulette, da?Russian Roulette, Da?Russian Roulette, da?4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The question sent chills down his spine.
"You want to play Russian Roulette, da?" The broken English and thick Russian accent, something the naive young American would normally make fun of, instead made him shudder.
Alfred turned around meeting Ivan's cold, violet gaze.
"Hell No, Commie bastard." Alfred spat.
"That isn't the answer a hero would say, da?" the Russian purred. Sweat dripped down Alfred's forehead, his pride getting the better of him.
"Fine, Commie." Alfred sputtered. Ivan smiled and led Alfred out of the deserted conference room and into a large, dimly-lit room with two chairs in the middle.
"Does the hero want to go first, da? Cause I understand if you're scared." Ivan's happy additude made the hair on the back of Alfred's neck stand up.
"I'll go first." Alfred's pride again got the better of him. Ivan pulled the deadly, black revolver out of his long coat, and Alfred took the gun out of Ivan's hand. Pressing the gun to his temple, Alfred slowed his
Open Heart SurgeryI've got ink throbbing through fissured veins,Open Heart Surgery2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
poisoning every atom of my soul.
"Bite your tongue," they say.
How I'd love to chew the damn thing off
and suck down every filthy syllable
just like the rotten bone marrow it is.
They'd all watch as my body spontaneously combusts
and becomes nothing but convoluted karma.
And so I wrote,
Teach me the ways of ripping out a human heart,
and stitching it onto ink-stained parchment."
The answer that came was rasped from a cauterized throat:
"Read your future in the collapsed palm of the stars;
find the abandoned pulse of your lionhearted muse;
steal their conformed scalpel and make it your own."
we will never grow old togetherwe will never grow oldwe will never grow old together2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
beneath holy jeans
divine and baptised a thousand
when did the nerves
rain fallen on the hair
of cleopatra &
i didn't think about it
with ears pressed to the trees
the universe expanding
& pulling my life
in every direction
that 103 and dying
on my birthday
sounded so romantic
but less than
32 promised an eternity
Valentine's DayAsh had experienced ALOT of things over his journey to become a pokemon master: time travel, ballroom parties, a few instances of forced cross-dressing, pretending to be a giant piece of food, LOTS of dangerous encounters and near death experiences, major humiliation and increases in fame, you know the usual.Valentine's Day5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
But never did he think that this day would make him so nervous.
His mom was in the garden tending to her plants with the help from Mr. Mime when she stopped everything to see her son walk out the front door. "Dear what are you doing?"
Ash Ketchum was wearing a ridiculous suit of armor that pretty much was made of all the pillows that he could find in the house, oven mitts, a catcher's mask that he borrowed from Gary, and duct tape to hold it all together. "Checking the mail." He answered like this was normal in his life.
His mother looked over at the overstuffed mailbox and stifled a laugh. "Honey it's just letters." She said remembering what he had told her about
Sensory memoryI wish I had learnt you like a language;Sensory memory2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my hands on your skin and my tongue
in your mouth.
I wish that I had taken you apart
and committed you to memory, piece
by bloody, gutted, honest piece.
I wish I had kept my knowledge
of you secret, tucked away
and always there for me to touch
when my stomach drops six feet
with missing you.
Dear Stephenie MeyerDear Stephenie Meyer Dear Stephenie Meyer5 years ago in Humor More Like This
It's hard enough for women to get respect
Without you peddling your worthless phlegm
And did you seriously expect
No one would ever find a problem
That your antifeminism would go unchecked?
Just because a girl doesn't have a man
Doesn't mean she should shrivel up and die
We can get by on our own for a whole lifespan
Shut up, Twitards, quit telling me I'm the bad guy
I'll throw all of your asses out of a catamaran
Steph, grow up and take a writing class already
I'm sorry if life was rough in Connecticut
But your work is so very far from heady
I might be way behind in etiquette
But I'm loving the thought of you in an eddy
And I'm so sorry you weren't that well-liked
At your high school in Phoenix, Arizona
When it comes to teenage years nobody's psyched
I know we can't all be like Winona
Your 'work' makes me want to drink punch that's spiked
If you want to be strait-laced in your Mormonism that's fine
As if you had to marry to enter the highest kingdom of heave
It will be Okay Chapter 4It will be Okay Chapter 42 years ago in Romance More Like This
Everything stared at the silent cold man. He didn’t seem fazed at all from the glare he was receiving from Gokudera. He merely sat there arms crossed and staring straight at you. He sighed a bit before speaking.
“ I guess it’s time.’
The room waited for him to continue with his speech. They leaned in a little closer, sitting at the edge of their seats.
“We plan on putting all the guardians here into a deep sleep one at a time. Our younger selves will take our place and defeat Byakuran. Learning along the way of the abilities they could posse and utilizing them.”
You stood there a bit as if you were deep in thought before voicing your question.
“Is there a order to who gets switched?”
“The next will be Gokudera, after that it all depends on the skills the younger ones learn first. Gokudera I hope you have your training system at the ready, the younger you will be needing it. You will be departing soon.”
The gray hai
All That's LeftLet me hold youAll That's Left2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let comfort be what you feel
Let my lips kiss where your tears have fallen
Let a look into my eyes undo the wrong you've seen
Let the stillness of my breath replace the screams that have filled your ears
Let your mind be filled with thoughts of us instead of the memories that have haunted you
Let the walls around your heart collapse
Let my love be all that's left
NecromancyI wanted to see what makes a human heartNecromancy2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so I took a scimitar and ripped apart your decrepit
and inside that primordial ribcage I found nothing but
And you merely gave a cruel parody of a
dug your bloodstained claws into your
and tore out that infestation you called a
"Analyze that well, my little necromancer," you
fangs dripping with the acid I once begged to
"Perhaps you'll be as wise as me once you find the
I could only watch as you sunk back down into
clutching that contaminated Philosopher's Stone
knowing you had replaced my heart with the poison known as
'l o v e.'
I Like To Play With SkinI Like To Play With Skin:I Like To Play With Skin2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My dear friends and watch,
As the feeling of life itself
Crumbles beneath each ounce of pain.
Needles slowly piercing into the body,
Paralyzing nerves and expressions.
A mask of pure horror; living terror,
Kept alive on the barest limit of the border.
Such tempting features,
Leave me eager to slip a knife beneath flesh.
Ripping soft layers of epidermal mache,
Tanned and dried, woven slowly into a loving mask.
And with my latest acquisition complete,
Only twenty spaces remain...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 28th April 2013
Bipolar DisorderShut up.Bipolar Disorder2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don’t. Say. A n y t h i n g .
“Are you okay?”
P an i c .
Close the window.
Open it again.
“What’s wrong with you?”
I’m losing control.
I am Bipolar Disorder.
… “I don’t know.”
the thirteen words of prisonsometimesthe thirteen words of prison2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
if we were lucky
the sun would rise before we went to bed
and i recalled how it was only ever
the people who had it the worst who used to say
'one day there will be sunlight'
like one of those six word stories.
one day there would be sunlight.
and i remember how it was only ever the people
who were serving their life sentences
who i would ask 'what's it like to never see the sun'
and they would only ever answer
'it's enough just to know it's there'
and i always wanted to take out one word
seven was too long; but i didnt want to take out
and it was odd because i wondered
what hope these people had.
but as it so turned out
the most hopeful of them all
were the ones whose hope was on the inside
and whose stories were thirteen words long
like some strange unlucky number
"one day there will be sunlight"...
but as it so turned out
"...it's enough just to know it's there."
Empty with youI cared about you as, I think, never before, but slowly I'd started to realise, that we didn't match, that we couldn't live together normally. You were a daredevil, you needed the adrenaline, the attention of the crowd, the empty glory. I wanted tranquility. With me you had to feel smothered, that's probably why more and more often there was a tense atmosphere between us. But you were saying that it wasn't true, that you desired and needed only me, that the others didn't deserve you. I didn't want to make you unhappy, so I didn't say a word about your occasional night escapades. When you would come back in the morning, it was almost like before between us. Drunk you would try to get into my clothes, and I - poisoned by pills - would give you everything I had, while moaning your name so loudly, that other occupants could hear us. Then we wouldn't be thinking of anything. That was a sweet oblivion, soaked with the smell of sweat and breath stinking of alcohol. You were so painfully deepEmpty with you2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Gus Number FiveGus Number FiveGus Number Five2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jenna and Cindy filled their mouths with watermelon seeds, spitting them fast and hard until the air swarmed with seeds like shiny black dive-bombing gnats. “My seeds are winning,” twelve year old Cin yelled, her thin body tense and urgent with victory.
Jenna just kept spitting seeds. Eight years old, she already knew the seeds that flew the farthest would be Cin's no matter what.
Jenna puckered her mouth preparing for another losing bombardment. Suddenly she paused, lips plump and pouting as the mouth of a painted candy box cupid. Spitting the seeds into her palm, she stared at them for a moment, chewing the end of her pigtail. Then anxious with inspiration, she trotted into the house and minutes later reappeared hugging a fishbowl.
Carefully placing the bowl on the steps, she solemnly stared at the rattled goldfish who darted and wiggled his copper penny of a body. But when Jenna scattered her handful of watermelon seeds into the water, the goldfish paused
Counting All the VoicesCounting All The Voices:Counting All the Voices2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How many voices choose to speak; a debate within my head.
As I lie awake, counting cracks, on the wall above my bed.
I seem to think of random colours and things you've never seen.
But I don't like to hear the ugly voices, some are rather mean!
Though I suppose we are a loving family and thus I must accept
That when it comes to stashing bodies, we are most adept...
Best of luck detective, you have three days to find her (^_^)/
-Chen Yuan Wen, 8th February 2013
The hearts bondThe hearts bond2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The hearts is a strong thing it binds two souls together in the beautiful thing called love. love is the connection that brings two people together. as distance may separate the body it will not separate the heart. absence makes the heart grow fonder. Those who take this amazing thing for granted are not but fools. love may be strong like steel but if tempered just right even the mightiest of steel will bend and break. be not a fool but a wise man or woman and embrace the love you are given. hold your mate forever more and let the wings of love protect the love.