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Sun Child,I am freezingSun Child,2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
& I am hungry
for fever’s lips-
her inky fingers
purging
a dry stomach.
My body is an ocean,
my limbs, but oars.
My tongue & teeth,
a life raft
keeping this madness
from sinking into blue.
Offering up 102 degrees
of skin;
You would think
I had something to say.
Morning Light“Morning Light”Morning Light3 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
These hills that I’ve traversed
Within each and every verse
Have led me to believe
In all the things I see
And where I am right now
I could never imagine how
I have gotten myself to stand
On my own two feet again
I thought I could never dream
Or at least in what I mean
Or maybe this is fake
And these thoughts I can not shake
So sad and unaware
Bad thoughts are always there
Floating in my head
Taunting me instead
I don’t want to be naïve
And believe in what I see
But this thing called pressure
Is more than I can measure
Anxiety never disappears
Even though the ones I fear
Have finally gone away
I st
UndyingUndying:Undying3 months 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
Curtain Call“Curtain Call”Curtain Call2 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
On a corner of a block lies a theater with a stage
For twenty dollars audiences sit like mice in a cage
Watching actors personify characters they are not
Understanding metaphors and subtle nuisances in plots
Except for this play the actors have vanished
Craving an encore the audience is famished
The actors have taken leave; the director walked out the door
The orchestra section is empty for they will play no more
There is no phantom; there is no opera
The sopranos can not sing; the tenors concur
The scripts are ripped, the actors have no direction
The villains have quit for they lack motivation
The curtains
Evening childWe’d sit on porch stepsEvening child3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Insecticide burning our lungs
Awkward and gangly attempting to grow into our limbs
You with freckles dusting your nose and I with a small dot on my cheek
You called it a beauty spot and I said god was too lazy to give me freckles
We were 15 and lust driven amnesiacs
Dissolving our flesh with cheap gin in your tree house
Throwing pebbles at the sky hoping to shatter it
We were an epidemic of the underdog prognosis
Playing encores to an audience of cowards
For some reason we’d always rush across rail way tracks
Metal bars quivering and our broken sneakers stumbling
We were branded in mistakes and embellis
Mind, oh MindSmiley face, smiley face, can't you ever see?Mind, oh Mind3 months 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...
lub-dubThere are loverslub-dub3 months 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
writer veins
& no one can ever seem
to find my pulse?
UselessI'm a cutterUseless3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
That's all I'll ever be
Once you've learnt that
Defining fact about me.
You'll call me mad
Assume that I'm sad
And that I want
Your help.
You'll check my arms
Only matters if you can see
But I can hide them
All over me.
You'll think I'm sick
Sick in the head
And that makes me feel
Like I want to be dead.
I don't do it
For attention
I don't do it
For a mention
I don't do it
To rebel.
I do it because of
The spell
That it's cast over me.
a story of two childrenHe was a skinny boy with a shy smile and hair that hung over his face. He was timid and weak and he hung out with the girls because boys scared him.a story of two children6 months ago in Emotional More Like This
She looked like a dyke with her crew-cut hair and her baggy clothes. She had a big mouth and swinging fists, and she screamed so that she wouldn't cry.
He was silent and timid and he took whatever was given to him.
She wouldn't back-down, she wouldn't quit, and she wouldn't submit to anyone.
He was running up the hill of blowing green grass. He was nearing the top, and the sun poured light over the edge of the hill, lighting the tips of grass on fire. He pretended that he was free. He preten
Star SwallowerShe'sStar Swallower2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
an enigma.
her head, a stadium drowning with applause.
yet its seats are empty like the notebooks
where armies of words should be marching.
instead she dismantles clocks
thinking she can play with time.
behind the mountains lurks a darker reasoning
a twisted labyrinth of rationalizations
hidden from the suns brilliance.
Years alone beneath the bleached fluorescent
reading those already dancing in the moonlight.
she is living a literary half-life through them
hiding from the symmetry of the writer.
licking salty rocks of excuses.
saving her secrets for posthumous excavation.
decades of productivity left for moths to chew.
you're throw
Show me what the stars look like tonight.I’ve fallen in love with wars & darkness.Show me what the stars look like tonight.3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The kind of darkness said to have made
shadow monsters of seen-too-much eyes
& the kind of war lands made of
desecrated, dandelion wrists.
I am the wind, the morphine pump
& I’ve carved my bones into stars.
I wear them around my neck
like outward sun marrow
warming my carotid pulse.
These little glow-in-the-dark blankets
aren’t enough to stifle the sounds;
but my anatomy never seemed to fit
together the right way anyway.
Bipolar DisorderLook over your shoulder. They're watching you.Bipolar Disorder3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tighten your stomach muscles.
Bounce your leg up and down.
Faster.
Faster.
"Are you okay?"
No.
"I'm fine."
Shut up.
Don't say anything.
Feel it, feel the thoughts melting from your mind.
Freeze.
Stare.
Laugh.
"What are you doing?"
Dying.
"Nothing."
They're behind you.
Kill them before they kill you.
"What's wrong?"
Please save me.
"Nothing."
Crazy. You're crazy.
No one wants you.
Pull the trigger.
Do it.
"Please tell me what's wrong."
You wouldn't understand.
"Nothing."
Laugh.
Smile.
Scream.
"Who are you? I don't know you anymore."
I'm a nobody.
I am Bipolar Disorder.
... "I don't know.
Mirror, MirrorIt speaks of neitherMirror, Mirror6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
truth nor lie
but even in silence
may beguile
reveling only
what the eye desires
to see.
Pearl MoonRain gently blowingPearl Moon3 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
white rose petals sweeping face
Serenely glowing
Don't Pick Me!"Don't Pick Me!"Don't Pick Me!4 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I remember sitting in the back of class
Whether it was english, history, science, or math
Staring at the clock; waiting to be free
Praying to God the teacher wouldn't pick me
Funny thing is; it's not like I wasn't prepared
I had most of the answers; though the teacher wasn't aware
But when I would raise my hand to answer a question
The teacher ignored me; never looked in my direction
This bugged me to absolutely no end
How could she pretend that I didn't understand
I'd keep my hand raised for what felt like days
But she'd call on a friend to much of my dismay
But what bugged me more; what I couldn't believe
When I didn't
Snow White SyndromeI seem to have forgotten the sound of my own heartbeatSnow White Syndrome3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Splitting apart my limbs I've found the source of my insanity
Coiled around veins and arteries
Star dust and a lazy man’s drug
Has put me to sleep under fictitious pretenses
Of forbidden apples and two faced prince charming’s
BelovedBeloved:Beloved3 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Perfectly pleasant
With a bright radiant smile
If only for me...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 4th January 2013
ComplimentsThese compliments i receiveCompliments3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mess me up inside
They confuse what i believe
The negativity cant hide
'Your beautiful'
No i'm not
Have you seen me?
i'm gross.
I'm fed up of getting these things said to me
I'm used to the negativity
Its almost like i miss it
its so messed up
I don't understand
I make progress
Then fall 10 steps back
Its a vicious cycle
Over and over again
Its beginning to bore me
I get my hopes up
All the time
In the end
Its always the same
Rejection
Failure
Loneliness
Depression changes people
Many for the worse
I've become someone different
Its hard to overcome
I push the ones i love away
It all ends up in pain
I just want
Memories of WarMemories of War:Memories of War4 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
What is this long-lost memory inside?
Where oceans turn; what have we left behind
With star-burned wings out above the sky.
The sleeping sons are lovingly left to lie...
A thousand tears you've cried for all,
Now its time for you to fall!
Will you open up the door,
To the future we ignore?
Are you simply lying broken,
From the memory awoken;
Are you simply living lies,
Bitter taste with ropes you tie...
And the world will soon forget.
Fill my heart with this regret?
For the victims written in stone.
Unspoken sin you now atone...
Yeah I've seen this world where we livin' in pain,
Wrap my body round with chain
Hall Of Mirrors"Hall Of Mirrors"Hall Of Mirrors2 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I was once thrown into a hall of mirrors
Surrounding me on every side
I was forced to look deep into my soul
For I had not a place to hide
Every mirror reflected someone different
Some versions were fat or thin
Each version had different color eyes
But none revealed the person within
Some versions were short or tall
Some had me in a tie and suit
Some had me in a summertime shirt
But none revealed the person I knew
Every mirror showed different contrast
And different objects floating in space
Some reflections were lighter than others
But none helped reflect my own face
So finally down on hands and knees
I asked desperat
queen of nothing.what I've learned:queen of nothing.7 months ago in Emotional More Like This
I still remember singing in my room when I was six, and having my mother come down the hall and slam the door so hard that the windows shook.
Her nails hurt when she scraped the tears off my face. "It doesn't matter what you want," she'd always tell me.
Like, when that drunk driver swerved and hit her car – I didn't want her to leave me, and it didn't matter.
Once on vacation I bought a pair of fuzzy leather heels for two hundred dollars, and when I wore them to dinner, I found out that
1. "Suede" is a fancy word for "fuzzy leather."
And 2. Good things don't last: That night my cousin told me that she thought 135
The MonsterI can't trust;The Monster2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can't love you.
The monster,
It's overpowering.
I'm not strong enough;
It has invaded me.
Every organ,
Every cell,
Every molecule,
Has been destroyed,
And taken over by something that isn't human.
It has to be something else;
It has to.
I wouldn't cut myself.
I wouldn't hate myself,
Or starve myself,
Or lose myself in a sea of hatred,
Of bloodlust,
And sorrow.
Would I?
Shooting Up On StarsThis all started when I's just a kid,Shooting Up On Stars1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
And I gave a damn 'bout what they did.
Here's my advice for you, young one;
You can't undo what someone else's done.
I take coffee same shade as my soul,
The same one I sold for rock'n'roll.
Well, Kid, if you can't learn in life,
Better make sure that you get it right.
Tonight, tonight,
I'll be your wish.
Just make sure you,
Understand this;
I'm not yours but you are mine,
So grab a ticket and get in line.
Oh look, Daddy, look who I've done,
Kid, this is the price for having fun.
I don't drugs but I'll shoot up on stars,
Taking me higher than shiny cars.
Oh look, Mummy, how's it up ther
Sta.sh
