I'm Soaring Now
I'm Soaring Now
This is a different level of fear
It's wounding my truth and morality
It's strong enough to bring me here
On the edge of life- peering over to serenity
It's not impossible to grasp
But it's typical to assume
The last breath is the fact
That after death- peace will follow soon
Countless flashing memories
Ready to be set free
From this skin of...treachery
My scars peel off
Erased from my sight
The remains become soft
So this is what...innocence feels like
Destiny is somehow connected
Fate deems to be natural
The circle of the two is perfected
The beginning to the end is...peaceful
I offer and accept my own form of mercy
Before I miss out on forgiving the vulnerable side of me
Splitting and fusing fragments of calming memories
I would like to believe my life was somehow worthy
My tears have aligned wi
I'm Falling DownI'm Falling Down3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm Falling Down
Tears just seemed to pass me by
Swift as tsunami waves touching the sky
Reality was nothing but a mirror
Melting away like frozen water on fading fire
I let out a destructive sigh
Triggering the nightmares I kept inside
The memories that I don't want to remember
I deceived myself whenever I tried to keep it together
Images of agony
Infected my mind
And stinging anxiety
Shoots up my spine
Despair wrapped around my heart
And it wouldn't let me go
Peace was just too far
I can't take this anymore
I redefined self-hatred
I somehow cornered myself
I always existed in darkness
I was my own martyr who fell
I had to rip all the paths away
I have to force myself astray
So abandonment won't know where I am
The questions of being alone will become transparent
Condemning one another was just
Storybook EndingHer ink-stained lips have kissed too many a forgotten page,Storybook Ending2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and phoenix down]
And her Prince Charming has yet to come,
shattering like stars]
So all she can do is gaze out her tower window,
concealing poisoned apples]
Clutch that corroded and timeworn blade,
tearing down castle walls]
Toss her childhood fables to the waltzing of the moon,
[even broken wings
wish for happily ever afters]
[once upon a time
there was a girl who became her own hero.]
Tired, Exhausted, DrainedTired, Exhausted, Drained:Tired, Exhausted, Drained2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am bloody exhausted! Drained to the core of my soul.
I wake up every morning with bags; burning ever deeper into my eyes.
Sunken masses of flesh, reminding me that the dreamscape -
One in which I sought refuge; is now buried where it lies.
Yet still I force myself to trudge through this wilderness.
Forever caught in a moon drenched, delusory twilight.
An endless cycle of failure and renewed hope;
Giving rise to the very stubbornness that defines me.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 5th February 2013
Behind Hollowed EyesBehind Hollowed Eyes2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Behind Hollowed Eyes
Day after day-
I tried continuing on to live this way
With damaged veins made of concrete-
I am the undone suicide that was kept a secret
But I can no longer exist-
Inside of this pretentious skin
There is a past that I wish I didn't remember
There is a future that just looks too painful
There is nothing you can say or do that will help
Because...there is..,no turning back now
I draw everything away within the undertow
I smother the remnants of your reincarnated hope
I am the lost child you took for granted all those years ago
I am a maelstrom of deceit
I am a darkness that you cannot defeat
I am the awaiting fate of this pathetic destiny
This voice/This smile
This figure/This shadow
This soul/This sorrow
This pain/This hell
These words might not mean anything
But I want to say that I'm sorry, so sorry for everything
That's the last of my sincerity
A Dying RainbowA Dying Rainbow3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A Dying Rainbow
I'm always told that I'm such a wonderful person
And that I'm thoughtful, caring, kindhearted, and so important
But they don't see what's behind closed doors, the constant clashes with torment
Damage goes unseen as I blanket everything with cold smiles that seem slightly burdened
My tears quake while they hide behind my blackened shades
My hands tremble because I'm holding onto so much of this hate
My body is painted nonchalant so I have to appear in an emotionless state
My blood system is clogged with suicidal thoughts that make me want to break
I've been like this far too long
I wish I died before this had begun
Surrounded by fear is where I don't belong
I just want this lucid nightmare to be over and done
Society these days
Teaching children the old prejudice ways
And that's why certain individuals grow up so afraid
In the end, a premature death is the price loved ones pay
I'm one of those
Dwelling in fear at the end of my rope
Trying to conceal agony tha
Time Is The CureTime Is The Cure2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Time Is The Cure
Right hand of destruction
Left hand of creation
It's a never ending cycle
A fatal revival caught in a downward spiral
I tear down reality’s mask
As I build up a truth to give hope a chance
The veiled darkness decays
The guiding light fades
I let go of an old pain
As new tears wash it away
The sun always rises
The moon always sets
The rain subsides
The storm is put to rest
Clouds confide / Memories detest
Skies collide / Cries confessed
Light shines / Dark regrets
Pain hides / Peace professed
A new day awaits
An old night forgotten
Tomorrow I shall awake
To cradle what remains unbroken
I can't erase my mistakes
But I can't let them define my fate
There's always control
There's always faith to hold
Opposites are locked together
I am the sinner; I am the confessor
With time- comes change
Agony and serenity dawn a n
A Glass WarriorA Glass Warrior1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
A Glass Warrior
Accurate, is the deliverer of thy last breath
Steady, are the hands that control death
Quick, are the decisions that commence
Life itself is put on hold
When war wages between reapers fueled by greed and hope
And freedom is at stake when the hidden beasts are provoked
Watchful, are the eyes that hide behind flawed masks
Careful, are the steps that keep a calculated distance
Fearful, are the walls that withstand every gory experience
Time is protection's worst enemy
As the hourglass of the mind empties
Prevention to all except the desolation of my serenity
Imperfect, are the mortals that fight in thy name
Defective, are the stains that inhumanely remain
Broken, are the stories that retell of the suffering and pain
Scars became a metaphor in an instant
When my soul exiled its innocence
As I wa
I'm Almost ThereI'm Almost There2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm Almost There
Drunk with rage
Twisting my face
They say the prison is here to save us
To cage my thoughts that are dangerous
Weeping for the hollowed
Can't live through tomorrow
My pride I swallowed
And I put on cold smile
My choice is my own
An addiction to being hurt
I want help, but I don't
I wanna change, but I won't
I have too many dark secrets
Flowing in my veins of concrete
This is what they've done to me
The product I like to call "a perfect tragedy."
Syncing with blame
Soon to break
I said it's too late
I want it to end this way
Only When I WriteThe drama unfurling in my lifeOnly When I Write2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Feels like the shadow of my hand
That grows as it comes ever closer
To the light perched on my bed stand
In that I can feel the darkest cloud
Ever such a menacing sight
In time I can reverse the feeling
But only when I write
Seclusion left me with nothing
Apart from creativity
Loneliness it turns out, my friends
Is quite the aperitif
For the feast that is awaiting me
If I make it through the night
Tomorrow always brings me new hope
But only when I write
You approach me on a good day
And I will offer you a smile
The same expression on the worst days
Because my manners are so mild
But don’t take me for a toothless fool
When cornered I’ve been known to bite
Fear not, those demons remain at bay
But only when I write
preemptive breakup poemif anyone ever tells you your sadness isn't physical,preemptive breakup poem2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
show them the ache in your bones,
the raw skin on your arms or wrists or hips or thighs,
the imprint of your foetal body on your mattress from the days you couldn't bear to leave.
and you see this?
this is what hurt looks like.
i want you to look closer, lean in a little until you can feel the sadness on my breath
and i want you to watch my eyes. count how often they blink and count how many of them are forcing back words i still can never say.
i don't want you to miss a second of how you make me feel.
i want to be what keeps you up at night
i want to be the reason you can't eat
or laugh at your favourite tv programs
i want to be the reason
you walk with your eyes on the pavement
because too many things
remind you of me
i want you to feel the soreness of a heart unloved
loudly enough that the beating is mute and slow
loudly enough that you keep your hands in your pockets
when you move through the city so you don't touch any
Beautiful Today, you are beautiful.Beautiful2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Your parents tell you that you’re beautiful on every other day, too, but no one else ever does. The only time you matter to the world is at your shows. When you’re not beautiful, you’re nothing.
Today, though, you are shining. At least, you think you are, but you’re not feeling great. Your stomach hurts, just like it does before every pageant. Your dress is brand new, and you haven’t gotten used to the way it itches yet. You’re sure your wig is gorgeous, even though the hairspray smells bad.
Your teeth, though, are hurting the most. You know your flipper is a good one, but it doesn’t fit anymore.
The other girls are all beautiful too, crammed here in this
I'm So Far Away From HopeI'm So Far Away From Hope2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm So Far Away From Hope
Society told me the world is black and white
I didn't want to believe it
Because I want something more than a narrow minded life
I need something different
Feeling as if I was truly alone in this world
It's hard to keep believing
Feeling as if I no longer could move forward
It's difficult to keep breathing
I'm stuck between the realms of discrimination and belief
I had to lock away my tears in a prison
For I am the only one who can keep my resolve safe
But I'm such a fragile person
I knew I couldn't take any of it / I knew everyone is so swift with judgment
I knew I would fall to the hatred / I knew everyone's morals are blinded
Maybe it is meant
To be like this from beginning to end
To endure without crying
To practice the art of suffering
I wanted to find change
But I'm not strong enough for this pain
The hollowed promises won't be found
Because I was taught to despise myself
I was told that there was nothing here for me
I failed right
If you give in, they winIf you give in, they win:If you give in, they win2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
There ain't no one in the world who can decide your limit,
Cause if you're playing this game, then you're playin' to win it.
I don't believe in the words of the hopeless and dry;
These wings are born full of freedom and they're achin' to fly.
I don't care if the world gives me scars on my back,
Cause I will wear them with pride over a suit that is black.
I am the heaven and the hell and I'll make you believe it;
I am an angel and a demon and I swear that you'll feel it.
Cause I ain't never gonna give in - never say die.
Until the moment that I am ash I will always have tried.
Until the very last minute, when the skies are grey,
You see it raining black lightning but I'll never go astray.
Because the path is before me; it's laden with dirt,
But I will trudge across the mud to the heart of the earth.
I am the core of what makes you; the drill that'll breakthrough,
So follow if you feel me cause I'm comin' right at you.
Your attitudes are made from a bo
SurvivorOn your left cheek bone, you had a long, dark scarSurvivor2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That you've earned when you fought their brutal war
And five broken bones in your slender hands
That you've cracked in a fight of a few damned lands
You deny but I've seen the light limp in your knee
Twisted in a ship at the heart of the sea
You pretend it was fine just to hide your pain
But I see your tears through the thickest rain
And in silent nights I can feel your cries
Just beneath my skin. They uncover your lies
The lies that you've told of how you're doing alright
Though the soldier in you is in constant fight
In silent nights, behind your shut door
You still see your friend, as he bleeds on the floor
You still hear the bullet that pierced your knee
And the scream of a boy who tried to flee
And the smoke and the rain and the inch deep mud
And the deaths and the pains and the fresh red blood
And you know that beneath all your skin deep scars
It won't be the same. You forgot who you are
Living My LifeBehind my flooded eyes-Living My Life1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Reality secretly drowns
At the deep end of my heart's tide-
I break down without a sound
Smiles are simple masks-
Strength is an excuse
Weakness is a perfect act-
Scars are permanent proof
I portray a solid statue-
But my insides are ruined
I would only end up worrying you-
If you witnessed my tears blooming
I couldn't reach for your hands
Your love was always a depleting solution
There is no future with you while I live in the past
Your forgiveness never stood a chance against my self-discrimination
Old wounds consumed / Memories of you
Dreams became immune / Fears remained true
I had to let go of your essence
To truly become lost
I deconstructed every one of my reasons
Because the last nightmare couldn't be fought
In front of my divided lies-
Illusions slept silently
Above my soul's strife-
I wept for you endlessly
My cries recited multiple stories-
Of when moments were perfect
My pleas failed to rewrite tragedies-
The causes crumbled afte
Chasing Shadows of You...Chasing Shadows of You...Chasing Shadows of You...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No matter the years that pass me by,
It seems I am forever trapped.
For when it comes to deceiving myself,
I'm afraid I'm rather apt.
In the end the truth which I sought to avoid, is now knocking at my door...
A rabid rat that chews at me; one I can't ignore.
And though I might have grown this body, from the lonely years I've seen.
I'm afraid I can only chase the shadow, of my dearest Angeline.
- Chen Yuan Wen, 14th January 2012
Society.Society is the cruelest of people.Society.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She praises those who are familiar with her sisters, wealth and fame.
But she puts down those who are close to her brothers, Shame and poverty.
She makes the brave and strong into the poor and lame with her silver tongue.
Her laugh hurts the souls of what she calls "Lower class." as she laughs with her favored "Upper class".
Her smile startles the lower class, they ask "Why must you look at me so?" And she sarcastically replies "No reason."
She is a tyrant in a easily manipulated world, who can only be stopped by her elders, war and death.
Dear My Guardian AngelDear My Guardian Angel3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dear My Guardian Angel
I was born with an invisible noose, and as I got older it got tighter
I kept looking for the perfect opportunity to drop, it's either now or never
Dear Heaven / Dear Hell / I am my own executioner!
Every night, I lay awake, starring down a loaded barrel of a gun
Aimed at my tempting skull, and the trigger is ready to go off
Dear God / Dear Lucifer / I am not that promising child I once was!
I've always stood on the edge of my life with adrenaline-fueled anxiety
That corruption coursed through, and took over, it's too late already
Dear Paradise / Dear Purgatory / You need to wait a little longer, and wait patiently!
I'm such a cowardice fool; sick and hysterical; I can't decide anything for myself
I'm abandoned; I'm a cast away; I am the last forsaken, and I no longer have a way out
Dear Friends / Dear Enemies / I'm sorry, but neither of you can help!
I tried everything in my power to change, but t
When Dragons Die"It's on the beach!"When Dragons Die2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It's on the beach.
Amy Dale fingered the pack of cigarettes in the baggy pocket of her jeans as she moved with the rush of the crowd towards the lake, her mind fuzzy with shock. Could it really have come to this? After all these years of hundreds of people searching, working, chasing, probing, trying to pin down the elusive Loch Ness 'monster' - after all her years of work, studying and scraping by and manuveuring with difficulty through her scanty network until she was part of the latest team sent searching for it - all of that ended like this?
It washed up on the shore?
She left most of the crowd behind at the first ring of policemen trying to keep unnecessary people away from the 'monster.' Flashing her ID, she slipped through them and went forward more slowly, the wet ground squelching under her rubber boots. The bulk of the dead creature was perfectly visible now, rising in a steady curve above the heads of the people surrounding it, pointing and talking
lub-dubThere are loverslub-dub2 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?
Straightline People always say that they hate goodbyes; they say leaving someone behind is too sad. But I guess I'm different. I love it when people cry over me.Straightline5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She left without saying goodbye. I felt betrayed, in a way. Angry that she'd just leave like that, and angry that I'd just let her go. And hurt: my shoulder blades ached from the oh-so-sweet sensation of being stabbed in the back.
At the same time, I felt a fleeting swoop of joy. This is what I wanted: proof that I was living in the past. That I really didn't stand a chance. She'd trace her pretty, torn-up nails across my throat and we'd both agree: "I don't love you anymore." I'd drink her forgotten tears and she'd bite my Cheshire smile.
And my wild imaginings would disappear.
Maybe I'd fall asleep at
Into the PlungeBuild me aInto the Plunge2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sandcastle on the edge of the sea,
where the cliffs are sprayed with the salty tears of the tide,
and sirens cry into the night for the arms of a lover
to whisk them away into a dry night free of brine;
Where we shall dance the sunset's furtive sigh of redemption
on the edge of saline bluffs, and kiss with the gunpowder
of forgotten cannons high on the waves of an abandoned ocean;
Teetering the edge of the world, where the Kraken and Leviathan lay in wait
for lost-lorn victims of broken hearts and brackish undertows
coursing through their veins.
MaybeJust give me one dream that isn't see-through.Maybe2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
One substantiated claim to reality,
that I might hold onto life with.
Every quivering cell, mid-osmosis, begs you
for a shred of dignity with my tea.
Just one chance for something heavy,
something hard and room temperature. Real.
I don't want to look through my day dreams
and see someone else's face there.
I don't want to dream of those people
who may make, or break me, in the future tense.
I am tired of milky white and reflective black.
It is time for a life of colour and hope -
and not looking back to see if the past
matches up with the jigsaw map to the end game.
I want to be in the game, participating,
feeling, like I might make it there one day.
Just give me something, that I can hold onto;
something harder to see through than a whisper
of that voice in the back of my mind that says