A Pirate Makes a PoemA Pirate Makes a Poem:A Pirate Makes a Poem3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Apparently all it takes
Ta get ye works ta slake
Is a simple scheme o' rhyme
Which takes a minute o' time
Perhaps I'll do the same
It's fair ta play this game
No meanin' in tha words
They just flop around like birds
"Oh this stuff it speaks to me!"
Really is that true?
I'm afraid ye might be daft me thinks
Ye certainly be loose a screw
For if works do not have meanin'
Then they're simply done and dull
I think I'd rather spend me time
Playin' dice in a golden skull
I suppose that what tha people want
Is a simple kind o' style
One that looks as good as ale
But tastes like bricks and bile
"Now then lads, do I get ta be a poet too?"
-Chen Yuan Wen, 10th July 2012
''Silhouettes on the morning sunrise'',"Silhouettes on the morning sunrise",''Silhouettes on the morning sunrise'',1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
- 'A poetic, philosophical, story of nature's mystery's'
Silhouettes on the morning sunrise,
bringing forth a world of shadows and burning skies.
Revealing beauty being precisely dependent on 'your' views eye's,
leaving your soul oddly distant - as 'if' it were breaking away from you.
Escaping along side the rest of the shadows,
nearly the only time they are able to play -
- other 'than' the calming effect 'that is':
the sunset bringing to bed what is left of nature's breath.
Magic colliding with ghosts and shadows dancing with time,
so fantastic they ''have'' to 'be' spiritually aligned to make sense.
Can nature really be so pristine,
but only seen when exposed by a non earthly being?
The sun's rays bringing forth something to behold...
Living proof of a profound truth untold;
ME 1 Andromeda Series: Chap 1ME 1 Andromeda Series: Chap 14 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
MASS EFFECT: ANDROMEDA SERIES CHAPTER 1
"ETA to the Mass Relay, 15 minutes. Destination: Citadel," An officer aboard the Palaven I spoke out. Nihlus nodded his head in acknowledgement, but his green eyes never left his focus out in space from the window aboard the ship's bridge. Despite his years in the military, he couldn't wait to touch solid ground, even if that meant talking to a bunch of diplomats aboard the Citadel. As much as the Turians wanted to avoid conflict, he was hoping for a little bit of action: Batarian protestors .anything! He spent the past few months on a surveillance mission under his mentor, Saren. He was hoping now as a Spectre, that he would see more battles than he did in the Turian military.
"There's a transmission coming through from the Council. Do you wish to take it, sir?" Another Turian asked out.
Nihlus silently praised the ship's spirit and turned to reply to the officer. Just before
Sonic Satam X Ep 2: Chapter 3Sonic Satam X Ep 2: Chapter 33 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 3: Sonic Underground
Back at Knothole, Sally and Sonic took the mysterious Mobians into her hut for a private meeting.
"Ok guys..." she said, addressing them while standing near her table and chair, "Here's the deal. You claim this disk has Snively's latest plans on it. To be honest, I'm very skeptical about all of this to say the least. So tell me why we should believe you're legit?"
"Because it's the truth." Bark protested with a frown. "Just look at it for yourself before judging us."
I don't think you should, Sal." Sonic spoke up. "It'll probably give Nicole a mondo nasty virus."
The squirrel princess pondered this possibility over carefully, eventually replying, "Perhaps Still, we should at least test their claims just to be fair. Who knows? Maybe this disk really is legit."
Sonic though just sighed and rolled his eyes in response. He didn't trust these guys as far as he could spin dash them.
Sally carefully put the disk into Nicole's main driv
violenceviolence3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Βια είναι να μην χαμογελας
Βια να σου λενε ότι ο ουρανος αρχιζει εκει που τελειωνουνε τα κτηρια
Και συ να τους πιστευεις
Βια είναι οι νομοι τους
Και η πραγματικοτητα
Βια είναι τα καγκελα
What I Meant.*Accidentally bumps into you*What I Meant.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
-What I said-
Oh, I’m so sorry..!
-What I meant-
I just wanted an excuse to hold your hand
Cause even though I do the very best that I can
I can’t face this world alone
There’s too much I don’t understand
*Accidentally holds your hand*
-What I said-
Is everything alright?
-What I meant-
What should I do if I can’t tell between
The reality of life or if it’s just a dream?
I can tell the world is real enough
It’s just not as pretty as it seems
*Accidentally hugs you*
-What I said-
Are you okay?
-What I meant-
I guess I never wanted to believe
That something I helped create
That I thought was more than beautiful
Could be so capable of hate
*Accidentally kisses you*
-What I meant to say instead-
So prove me wrong
And say it’s not too late
Or too bad, or no good and that
There’s still room for one more clean slate
Because another se
Working Log...Working Log...3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
*Working Log 32, trooper 7501, Havoc division. Benning, day 2: Today we finally started the intake of the local population. Thanks to our engineers the forward operation base is established and our forces now have a strong grip of area, the resistance is insignificant and with Alliance forces stretched thin across the battlefields due to the Reaper invasion it is most likely we`ll finish the planned collection capacity sooner than expected. Trooper 7501, logging out.*
*Working Log 33, trooper 7501, Havoc division. Benning, day 3: All alien subjects had been detained and processed, the tests were performed as instructed and the rejects had been disposed. Our Doctors states the research results as, I quote: " waste of our precious time while we could study Reaper tech!" The few subjects that responded to the treatment are now being studied further, hopefully we`ll have suitable results in two days. Judging by the howls and moans from the labs the experiments ethical side if critica
Chemical Collisions.Hand me a needle to thread together my skin, because all myself is falling apart.Chemical Collisions.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Turn off all the lights so my eyes won't glisten when my tears begin to fall.
I'm not all alone but I forgot what it's like to be with someone.
Hand me a cigarette so I can choke on something else other than my own words.
Where have I been? I've been lost drowning in thought and emotion.
I've had time to look at the blood running from my wrists that black isn't just a shade but an emotion.
I used to be called an angel, but I clipped my own wings and now I'm falling back down.
The strangest thing about all this is I was here many times before.
a painting hung all wrong.in a dream.a painting hung all wrong.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
we find him strung up in our garage
washing line taut. neck bulging.
i covered someone's eyes.
stopped them from remembering,
almost familar features
and blue blue blue blue wide open eyes.
where's someone to cover mine?
i mirror you with swollen throat
my voice thick with blood and screaming.
a painting hung all wrong.
Overdose and Romance."Hold me close,Overdose and Romance.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and I'll swear to never take another dose."
Those words left her lips
and danced through my ears some time ago.
Old memories of her creep into my head.
Her once bright smile,
now a grim frown filled with rot.
Her once oceanic eyes,
now a desert filled with cracks.
I wish I could have believed those words,
but I thought they were just a tainted promise.
The smell of her,
once of plums, now of addiction and death.
All she cared for were fake crystals;
never for much more,
I should have held her close.
I should have believed her.
But I did not,
and now she is dead from overdose.
"Do not fear my dear,
for I am soon near."
These are my final words I say,
and as I raise the gun to my head,
I smile with glee.
For I know I will soon hold her close.
Growing Old TogetherThe moonlight catches the golden band around my ring finger, causing it to glimmer and sparkle gloriously, even now I know that marrying you was the best decision I've ever made. We're into our mid fourties by now and still going strong, growing old together. I look across at you, taking in every contour of your face as I reach out and lay my hand against your cheek.Growing Old Together5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I adore your eyes, they're so big and the hazel colour causes them to shimmer in a way that damn near breaks my heart, they're framed by amazingly thick black lashes that I know for a fact Bebe Stephens would give all her shoes for. Both of us have twisting, curving and winding lines on our faces by now, not yet full on wrinkles, but to me they're beautiful. As I trace these lines with my finger tip each one tells a story of the troubles we've had to face, like my father...
"No son of mine is going to be a fag!" my father snapped.
"I don't care what you think dad!" I retorted, taking a step in front of you. You looked so s
never tell my aunti've never dated a guy thatnever tell my aunt4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
wasn't an atheist. sometimes
i would promise my bedroom ceiling
i could change them, try to
prove god on walks through woods
shouting over the sounds of geese and
i never attended church until
my father had a seizure
in the living room of our
beach house. funny how
i made the same
promise as my dad, stretching
on the ground as three
i break my promise-
i didn't go yesterday.
i would never say
i didn't read the three
bibles you bought me.
i would never say
Breaking the SilenceSilence was golden, now it is brokenBreaking the Silence7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Screams went unheard, now fully spoken
Dreams were shattered, now kept clear
Desires once hidden, now shone with fear
Hear me now, hear what I say
Those kept in prisons, bars made of clay
Dig deep in darkness, show us your light
Draw on our strength, show you can fight
Sing to the heavens, show stars to shine
Strangle the hate, show our life on the line
Hear me now, hear all I cry
Those in the darkness, afraid when we die
Swim in the poison, the fears you mould
Dance with the devil, his hand you hold
Suffocate the memories, the giants face leers
Drowned out the passion, black souls your peers
Hear me now, hear how I sigh
Those in the silence, now say goodbye.
SuicidalHesitationSuicidal6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And then the act.
Tied to puppetry
Chained to invisibility
Is the puppeteer.
We're all tied
With the same string
It's how tight we're tied
That affects everything.
The knots of life
Leave some loose
Others simply scathed
While some choke
Life as their noose.
Blackened ropes and bloodied knives
Tempting pills and twisted lies
All they point to is a bloody path
I'm certain I'll end up in Hell for this
My life is insane, and so am I
How I wish I couldn't exist.
I will wake up
One last time
And retell all the lies.
Sunlight burns my eyes
For the last time
Because I know
the last thing I'll see
As I fade into eternity...
With puppet strings around my neck.
Rape Culture.He sat, his trusty ol’ computer on his lap, doing some research for work.Rape Culture.2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
He smiles slightly as his girlfriend walks in, his head twitching up as she said ‘Hello’.
“Hey,” he says in response, his eyes quickly falling back to the laptop.
“What’re you doing?” she asks in that voice, walking across the room to him.
“My work, it’s important,” he says in reply, she frowns and lets out an ‘aw’ of fake disappointment.
She begins to play with her hair, “Surely you can take a break?” she asks, smiling.
He rolls his eyes in response, “It’s important, so no, I can’t.”
He jumps a little as she leans in for a kiss, deepening it quickly. He pulls back, “I need to finish this,” he says sternly.
She places a hand on his shoulder, pushing him back against the cushion of his chair, and bringing him into another kiss. He frowns slightly to himself, “I need to f
Three Years Later.I’ve lost a piece of me.Three Years Later.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can never get it back. Even to this day.
I’ve tried so hard in the past to fix myself, to screw in the bolts that have come loose in my body.
But I can’t. . . The parts I require don’t exist anymore.
It’s like having sweating fingertips, holding a precious possession one minute and it suddenly slides like melted butter along the sensitive surface of your palm, you automatically drop onto your knees, frantically reaching out both of your hands to try and grab the possession in your hands in mid air but your too slow. It ends up down the drain. Gone forever.
The realization feels paralyzing to your brain, it’s such a struggle to process that the thing has gone, the feeling is strange because only seconds ago that possession was clasped as tightly as rope inside the warmth of your hands, only to disappear so easily. . .
That’s exactly how it felt like when she died.
Only a day ago she was lying as moti
a dime for a crimetell me something, you don't meana dime for a crime6 years ago in Other More Like This
because i wasn't looking for you when i found you.
it's not everyday you find a boy on his high horse in the middle of a busy street;
half high and stumbling curses.
it's not everyday you find a boy swinging from a stone statue in the middle of an intersection;
smiling like he's inhaled too much and been offered a way out.
it's not everyday but it's every second day.
i seem to find you on the floor of back seat buses with red rimmed eyes.
it's not everyday but it's today.
i found you with an aerosol pressed to your nose and counting seconds to the last black out.
and everyday you've got that sly smile plastered to your face
with your halo slipping passed your lips and your eyes eager to find praise.
but today i wasn't looking for you when i found you
so tell me something you don't mean.
Death's graceIn death, silenceDeath's grace4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In death, peace
In death we find our souls at ease
Death's a virtue
Death's a friend
Death is where we find our end
Freed of worries
Freed of pain
Freed of all these earthly chains
Into a Mad World of Falling Down High HopesBreak apartInto a Mad World of Falling Down High Hopes3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Torn in half
Whose to say.
What we are and aren't.
What we are to do.
What we are to be
Why can't you see?
I'm falling down.
Tumbling and twisting
Falling, falling to the ground
Yet you just stand around.
Can you help me back up?
Build me up from this muck?
Can you see my cracks?
Can you heal my scars?
The wind howls around my ears
And I realize all of my sudden fears.
Closing my eyes I pray
Just please, please let me stay.
Looking back up I watch you fade away
But that's ok.
I'll find someone else to help me.
With a hand I reach out.
Time ticks idly by
Still I hold out my hand
Watching everything fly
Down, down I fall.
Breaking and withering
I'm fading away
Yet you all still just stand around
As I fall and break upon the ground.
Everything begins to dull to darkness
Faces and places
Become faded and worn.
It's a mad, mad world.
Things are changing
Nothing isn't what it once was
The rain falls
Everything begins to wash away
Fade and twist
As the rive
BedriddenBedridden:Bedridden2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Here I lie, motionless,
A prisoner within my own body.
Yet there lies a subtle clarity;
A moment of understanding, achieved by infirmity.
And though my body is racked with pain,
My conscious mind delves ever deeper into the pool of the soul.
My mind is flooded with a racket of noise.
I am cast into the swirling rip-tide of forbidden knowledge,
Clinging to the flotsam of sanity as a Leviathan roars below.
It swallows me into an acidic whirlpool.
Drowning me deep beneath the bubbling surface of the past.
And there, in the murky depths where my very self begins to rot,
A grinning maw of tongues and fangs, bids me a cold "hello!".
-Chen Yuan Wen, 26th June 2013
NothingSkipping medsNothing2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Purging my demons
Purging food I don't deserve
Purging my soul on a piece of paper
Cutting ties with friends
Cutting calories I can't handle
Cutting myself open
Lying to my teachers
Lying to the doctors
Lying when I say I'm fine
All activities for a piece of work
All for a peace of mind I never got
All or nothing, and nothing's all I have.
I skip my meds so I can feel,
I skip eating so I can wither away,
I skip class to avoid effort.
I purge my demons but they soon resurface,
I purge my food because I can't stop failing,
I purge my soul to attempt coping the right way.
I cut ties with my friends because I'm worthless,
I cut calories simply because I am too much,
I cut myself open because it's my only crutch.
I lie to teachers about just forgetting an assignment,
I lie to the doctors when I say I don't want to hurt myself,
I lie to everyone when I say I'm fine.
These are daily occurrences,
For some reason I think it'll help,
If I destroy mysel
DisfigureI'm shaking and retching,Disfigure2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Clutching my upset stomach.
Crying so hard I'm blinded,
Whimpering like a pathetic dog.
I need to find them,
I need to have them now.
They are my only out
And I have to have them.
I get out my box,
My box of relief.
It's not pills to pop,
Or booze to polish off.
It's the surgeon's scalpel,
And the doctor is in.
Ready to lacerate the flesh
That binds me to a body I do not want.
Cool in my hands,
The last shakes pass with a deep breath.
A straight line to
take my focus.
A painful sting to
make me forget what made me feel.
A chilling drip, drip, drip to
draw me in
And fade me out.