Dreaming KittenAs you sleep in the palm of my handDreaming Kitten4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I will wish you a restful peace
And although on my mood you depend
I shall never my whim release
All the curtains will softly close
With a rustle of crispy gauze
And I'll sit at the hearthrug's rim
As you silently so repose
At the embers I wistfully look
But they tell me no secret words
Of the playthings you'll have in your nook
Or of where you may chase the birds ...
Yes, I know, this has all yet to be
After years upon years have passed
When you will be so wayward and free
And my palm will not hold you fast
But as yet you still sleep in my hand
And I ponder of what you dream
Of a far-away gone kitten land?
Or a saucer of holiday cream?
Of the future winnings, perchance
Earned in battles of tumbleweed life
And of springtime for your wedding dance
For alliance of husband and wife ...
And your eyes, they are tightly shut
And your breathing is lisping low
Sleepy-sleepy, my sweet, tut-tut
In the feather-down evening glow ...
AngerThe one emotion I always will lackAnger4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Never felt as far as I look back
People have always said
That I would rather them dead
Am I the only one that can see
Angry is one thing I'll never be
Anger is something I can act
But never truly feel thats a fact
It goes against my lifetime vow
Even when I take my final bow
It will never be anything more
Then something I've never felt before
The Love of Brutus"I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him " Mark Antony, Julius Caesar, III, ii, ShakespeareThe Love of Brutus4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The Doctor sat, barefoot in a wasteland, clutching a skull, belonging to someone he did not know it didn't matter, the symbol of death was enough.
The fact he'd taken his shoes off was strange enough, rarely did he indulge the impulse to squeeze his toes into the ground of another world and feel its soil on his skin and that impulse was not answered today either. He sat leaned against the TARDIS, skull tight in his hand, feet propped up. He'd taken his shoes off almost as a form of humility, the need to feel lowly.
So he sat on this desolate world in silence. It was dark and cool and gloomy. Nothing had lived here for thousands of years and there was now only the blue-grey dust and rocks, jagged cliffs surrounding, enclosing him where the sun had burnt away anything that had once lived here.
"Oh, that this too, too solid flesh would melt " h
DualityI can run.Duality3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'll find you.
I can hide.
I'm inside you.
I can forget.
I'll remind you.
I can erase.
It is permanent.
I can deny it.
I'll reveal the truth.
I'll wait it out.
It'll last forever.
I can't run.
You are trapped.
I was taught right from wrong I was taught right from wrongI was taught right from wrong 2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
By a murderer
I was taught truth from lies
By a magician
I was taught who my friends were
By my enemy
I was taught to be honest
By a professional liar
I was taught to always speak my mind
By being told to keep quiet
I was taught to be kind
By someone that beat me down
I was taught to smile
By someone who could never wipe a scowl of their face
I was taught to love
By being abused
I was taught to live
By someone who was already dead
I was taught to perform
By someone with stage fright
I was taught to be excellent
By someone that failed in everything
I was taught to rely on only my self
By being surrounded with people
I was taught to be perfect
By those that wanted to see me fail
I was taught to be loyal
By everyone that ever walked out of my life
I was taught to make people happy
By everyone who ever made me miserable
I was taught to control my temper
By those with explosive tempers
I was taught to take care of myself
By those who tried to kill me
I was taug
What You Can't RememberWhat You Can't Remember:What You Can't Remember3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You know that something's wrong inside
But you will try to hide it.
Far away from prying eyes;
You say you don't remember...
What is this memory inside.
You feel like you've forgotten.
A part of you decides;
To say you don't remember...
How long will you deny
The bitter truth behind it.
The day you lost yourself;
But now you can't remember...
When first you took away the mask
And looked back at the mirror.
You thought you saw another man;
But you simply don't remember...
The times when you were not yourself
When you forced yourself upon her.
It was a day like this;
But now you won't remember...
The past is locked away for good;
Now hide it with a key.
Smile and carry on in life;
In time you won't remember...
"It's easy to forget a monster..."
-Chen Yuan Wen, 10th April 2012
Sherlock : Greenwich"Shit" John hissed quietly, looking at Sherlock's wound. It wasn't long but deep. A clean cut in the middle of a tight. "Holy shit..." he mounded, taking the scarf off his boyfriend's neck. "Okay, Sherlock. I need you to hold still, I know it hurts, but... Blimey! Stupid blood."Sherlock : Greenwich4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Oh, John for God's sake!" Sherlock rolled his eyes. "I didn't move an inch, since you put me on this damn ground! I bet you didn't realise it because you are too busy worrying about me and nursing me, and probably because your deduction is resting in Mariana Trench, but I am fine! Fine! It is just a scratch which will heal in no time! So can we just stand up and run after a murderer, who is probably on the other side of Thames by the way, and try to catch him while we still can?"
Watson looked at his boyfriend and shook his head. He was impossible, purely impossible.
"Sorry mate, but I don't think you're going to be able to run for... at least several weeks. And don't tell me it doesn't hurt. I'm a doctor here
Just One MoreJust One moreJust One More2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just a cut.
Just a scratch.
"What's that mark.?"
"It was the cat."
Just an excuse.
Just another lie.
"What's with all the bracelets.?"
"Just fashion, why.?"
Just a tear.
Just a scream.
"Why were you crying.?"
"Just a bad dream."
-But it's not just a cut, or a tear, or a lie. It's always 'just one more' until you die
Practice Poem - Artistic FrustrationPractice Poem - Artistic Frustration:Practice Poem - Artistic Frustration3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wrong, wrong, wrong, WRONG!
Everything is wrong.
'As then sun dew drips from her eyes'-
Do I really think that'll be good enough?
Hours spent on each piece -
Punctuated only by sound of ripping paper -
To lie crumpled upon my wooden floor,
Unable to be forgotten.
As the hours pass and the day wears on,
More and more worlds are crushed by my hands.
Realities sprawled upon a single piece of paper,
To die as quickly as they are formed.
A man's whose romance is torn in two,
A vampire about to meet his prey.
A werewolf standing against an army
And a boy facing the world alone.
These are the lives that I hold in my hand;
Fictional lives, but precious still.
Yet as soon as I see their imperfections,
I destroy the evidence in a throe of shame.
These crumpled masses that now surround me,
They aren't the proof of perfection's pursuit...
They are merely my feeble, worthless attempts,
To disguise my own ineptitude.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 15th Decembe
Sadist - Chapter 9Sadist - Chapter 92 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Evening of the next day; Esther had just finished work. She walks outside to see Zehnder waiting for her, as he usually does. She smiles and walks towards him as he begins to walk down the sidewalk.
“Anything special today? Or just the usual walking around?” Esther asks, as she catches up to him.
“Yes, actually. Something more exciting, it should be fun.”
“Where are we going?”
“Again?” Esther sighed, a little disappointed.
“Don’t worry; it’s more exciting than those sorry asses that we dealt with yesterday. I think you’ll enjoy it. You got your hammer?”
“Yep! Right here!” Esther opened up her bag wide enough to see the top of the hammer in it, although she didn’t take it out; someone might see.
They walked along; Esther was excited for this special event. She felt that is was going to be a happy day for the two of them.
They arrived at the park as the sun was almost f
To BurnI want to set my skin on fireTo Burn2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With Death’s icy embrace.
I want to make my head stop
And my broken heart race.
I want to fade into black
Like fog over the sea.
I want to save them the bother
Of worrying about me.
I want to bleed myself white
Until I really am just a shell.
I want to miss out on heaven
Just to escape this cursed hell.
I want to see her face again
So I can tell her my regret.
I want her face to leave me
So that I can maybe forget.
I want my friends to be happy
But I stop that from being so.
I want to lose all control
And let the red blood flow.
I want to leave this place
And abandon all breath.
I want to do something right
And that something is death.
What If...?What if one more lonely dayWhat If...?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is just too much for you to take
What if it's too long
What if it's too far away
What if every time I tried
To make you feel like it's alright
You still broke down
You still cried
What if every word I said
Had never stuck inside your head
Would you be here
In his stead
It's just one more lonely day
They come and then they go away
And every time
I say you're mine
Keep what I said
In your head
Cause I know that it may seem too long
Like that day is just too far away
Please know that I'll still be around
To dry your tears, won't let you drown
As long as you remain here too
Cause nobody could replace you...
To Be NumbI gaze through the glassTo Be Numb3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To the last rays of light
And the long shadows cast
As dusk turns into night
Hands cling to the chain link
Still struggle to stand
I know what you may think
And I know what I am
A broken man
Still stealing these breaths
Because I can
I tried to hold on
If not but for your sake
But you walked away
Left my heart here to ache
Now it just
It's this feeling inside me
And my heart is its keep
It's a feeling that
Is known only to some
Not everyone knows
What it's like to be numb...
ImagesI had a dream that I was dead.Images2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Most of the faces I did not recognize.
There was a room; and a voice.
I felt like I shouldn't have been there.
There were so many people, and I was scared.
There was a familiar face in the endless crowd;
Someone from long ago.
They were smiling.
And then the room was gone.
I was stood in a park, in the rain.
It was so sad, but beautiful too.
The ground was covered in dead leaves,
and I could hear trees rustling in bitter wind.
There was thunder, but I wasn't scared.
I wanted to stay there forever, in the rain.
I had a dream that I was alive.
I'm TryingI'm Trying.I'm Trying3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What more do you want from me?
Can't you see I'm trying my hardest?
I'm trying to make something of myself.
I know nothing is promised and I may not be the fastest.
I know my attempts have not resulted in any form of wealth.
What more can I do to prove to you that this is what I want?
I can see you are finding it difficult to get past this.
You think there is more I can do to help myself.
You can see that I'm struggling; I never tried to mask this.
I want you to understand that this is something I must do for myself.
But all that I will ask for you is,
I hope that one day you will believe in me.
Believe in everything that I am trying to accomplish.
You don't have to necessarily agree with me.
But I promise that one day both you and the world will be astonished.
And on that day hopefully you will be able to see the drive in me.
Hopefully you will be able to see the fight in me.
Hopefully you will see the person that I am trying to be...come.
And all I will want you to say is
That's it?When Sherlock Holmes woke up, he was on the sofa, in his dressing gown. He rubbed his eyes and deduced that he must have fallen asleep in it the night before.That's it?4 years ago in Horror More Like This
The night before
He narrowed his eyes. He had absolutely no recollection of the previous night.
He sat upright on the sofa and ran his hand through his hair.
He looked up and saw John sitting on the windowsill, staring at the passing traffic, with his mobile sat next to him. Sherlock pressed his fingers against his eyelids.
"Can you pass me the coffee?", he said, gesturing lazily to the steaming mug on the table opposite John.
John continued to sit there, and sighed to himself, but ignored his flat mate.
"John." Sherlock tried again. The doctor was never usually this annoyed with him so early on in the morning. "The coffee, please?" Still no response.
A few seconds passed, and then John picked up the coffee, and drank it himself. Sherlock snorted quietly.
"Charming," he said "You're getting better and better at ignoring me
Forgotten Past - Part 2 - Chapter 10Forgotten Past - Part 2 - Chapter 102 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Several days had passed since Kagekao had awoken in bandages. He was recovering and doing better, but was still injured. However, he could stand and walk without pain now; so he insisted that they returned to the house.
AkaDoku objected at first, saying that Kage was still too injured to make the journey; but he could tell how much Kage wanted to go, so he gave in.
Now they were both headed towards the other city. Doku constantly looked back at Kage to make sure he was alright.
“You doing alright?” Doku asked him, once again turning to look back.
“大丈夫よ！” (I’m alright!) Kage hissed “Stop asking.”
“It’s just that, they shot you so many times!” Doku stopped walking, concerned.
“Don’t worry about me,” Kage walked past him. “If a wound breaks open then I’ll tell you, let’s go.”
Doku continued walking, catching up with Kage. They had reached the other city,
2p!EnglandxReader-RequestIt was a gnawing feeling. Gnawing in the sense that it never left your mind. It was the constant nagging in the back of your head when you drew on the walls. It was the upset feeling in your stomach when you danced with him. It was your last thought as you closed your eyes at night, the flashes of nonsensical images on the backs of your eyelids as the special drink he gave you before bed kicked in.2p!EnglandxReader-Request2 years ago in Horror More Like This
What does this all mean?
Seated on the cushioned window seat, you turned theses thoughts over in your mind. The images you saw,were they even real? Shaking your head, you pressed your palms wide against the glass, fingers splayed as you watched a small rabbit slowly lope its way along the frozen landscape, occasionally stopping to crinkle its little nose. It’s cute, you thought, as you watched it sniff at an exposed bit of grass, the only color in the white, white snow.
You tilted your head to the side, wondering if this is all it did with its life; did it have a family? A speci
Another Fallen OneThere was a lady on telly today,Another Fallen One2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Talking from a land far away;
Her kid had died,
Torn apart from the inside.
The kid had hung herself in the family bathroom.
The lady was crying,
You could hear her heart dying
And mine did too.
I could've been that kid,
What with all the things I did
And my family could've been her;
Left with nothing but despair.
I envy the kid
For doing what she did.
I thank the kid,
Making me think about what I nearly did.
I mourn the kid,
Gone because of what others did.
Don't ever think you wouldn't be missed,
Because there's always that person
Who'll miss you,
Praying you'll pull through
Until memories of your smile is all they have.
Practice Poem - Man In CagePractice Poem - Man in Cage:Practice Poem - Man In Cage3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
When I was young I was taught that pain begets pain,
Anger and animosity, malice and cruelty;
So deeply inflicted, so lovingly gifted.
I tasted of its rotten core and dared to call it sweet.
But what do I have to show for it?
White hot scars that burn in my dreams.
Reminders of a fragmented bi-polar self;
Self inflicted propaganda, to reinforce the "truth".
Truth so lovingly fabricated by a weakness within,
So desperately crying out for vindication;
Openly denying all that might shed light upon me,
Seeking only the company of shades in shadows...
Within four walls I sleep in exile;
Quietly pretending that I am still sane,
Never noticing how it has all turned out;
Alone I remain the same...
Never reaching, never living; I am free within the cage
-Chen Yuan Wen, 1st January 2012
I walk aloneI walk alone4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All I really wanted was more.
More of you,
not that cheap whore.
What are you thinking now,
as I tell you I know,
and you wrinkle your brow?
I may not be cupid
or a fortuneteller,
But i know you're playing stupid.
You think a little innocent lie can help you here,
you think the end surely isn't near.
I'll tell you once more,
I've found out you're nothing but a whore.
Where is he?
The one to hold me close,
the one my family approves,
the one I'm not emberassed to talk about?
He's surely not in you.
You're surely not mature.
My footsteps are alone,
one after another, after another, after another.
No support, but I don't need it.
I was raised strong.
I was raised to stand on my own two feet,
not to be babied by some ugly prostitute like you.
You only wanted one thing,
And you knew I wouldn't give it to you.
And so, I walk alone.
AbusiveGrip my neck tight and don’t let it go.Abusive2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Forgetting to let me breathe.
So I can taste blood, as I bite my lip.
Today is the day I please him.
With my innocent body.
“Admit you like it”
Rip my heart out, and drink the remains.
Then chain me to the bed, a neck with scars.
“Oh my oh my, you've been such a naughty girl”
Pitied by the daytime, it’s when vampires like you sleep.
“Oh my oh my, you've been such a naughty girl”
I just want to rip out your wicked heart.
Please forgive these tears running down my cheeks,
I swear I’ll devoid myself of all emotion.
Ah, I will moan when you command.
Listening to every will.
“I love you”
It hurts so much, the whips and chains.
I hate being tied down like this.
“I love you too.”