Just One KissI hate that there will always beJust One Kiss2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A lingering regret
An ache set so deep inside me
I cannot forget
I turned away as my thoughts strayed
“What chances have I missed?”
I don’t want one more regret
To add among the list
I need to know what could’ve been
What could become of this
I’ll take my chances, no regrets
For just one kiss…
Between what I feel and I say
Is what I don’t understand
You say it’s better this way
This is not what I had planned
I watched as you just walked away
“What chances have I missed?”
I’ll add just one more regret
To the top of the list
I need to know if you can see
There was something more to this
I’ll take my chances, no regrets
For just one kiss…
To taste your kiss…
Just one kiss…
Still Missing YouStill Missing You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I thought I was past this,
That I was done feeling this way.
But why is it you that I still miss
And think about some days.
It appears you have moved on,
And I thought I did too.
I'm trying to be strong
And figure out what to do.
But I can't stop thinking about it,
Can't help but remember all the fun we had.
A possibility inside my mind has been lit,
And this idea has been driving me mad.
Could there still be a chance for us?
Could we start it up again?
I don't want to leave what we had in the dust,
So what does this mean for us then?
Maybe I should just come right out
And say what has been on my thoughts.
What happened has made me doubt
What I originally thought were my wants.
I miss you.
I miss us.
With these thoughts, I'm not sure what to do.
And I don't know who else to trust.
I can't just go up to my friends and say this,
What would they think about my choices now?
But I can't help what I feel and miss.
I'm still trying to figure out how!
I mean, how can this happen?
How can this
OpenIf I opened my heart just like a book,Open7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
how would you see me? Would you even still look?
Would you push me away and pretend I'm not there?
Would the honest me be just too much to bear?
If I threw away caution, let it fly in the wind.
Told you my secrets let all of you in.
Would you still look at me kindly, even still care?
Would you hold my hand gently and still be there?
If I looked at you with anger and sadness or fear,
with you, knowing the reasons, still lend an ear?
If I was to cry and fall down on my face,
would you lie and say nicely it was done with some grace?
With all of my faults laid out to see,
could you accept them and love them honestly?
The price you would pay seeing me under the light,
all the imperfection's and scars no more out of sight.
If you knew me, all of me, open and whole,
would you still say you love me, with all of your soul?
Would you look at me, the same as you do,
when you think that you know me,
when I know that's not true.
how to be a writergrab a sharpie and paint your nose,how to be a writer2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
(yes even under your eyes)
write about them.
adopt a dishonest love for
and showcase it with your speech;
fill it to the brim with references.
especially if you haven't read him
and don't know who he died
listen to music you will never like
to write verses everyone else
make them say yes
when you're writing about saying
glorify your sadness.
it can be innovated
and every chance you get
fall in love with people you
know your parents will hate.
love till you are out of space to
write about the sea
and how it's fucking
write about space and how
the universe is either against you
or with us all in equal
behind your words;
start writing the truth
with your lies.
engulf metaphors in the morning,
find depression a
Maybe impossibleShattering, shattering,Maybe impossible2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Falling to pieces
The glass shatters at my feet
Dust dances in the light
Sparkling around me,
Tempting me, calling me in
Dance with us
Dance with us
Their grins light up the back of my eyelids
Taunting me to stand as I drown in this shimmering glass
Why isn’t it written on the box?
Why isn’t it evident?
Why don’t I let them see?
Oh so very broken
You don’t even know
Few even know
Well it’s a beautiful facade, isn’t it?
But I’m not sure the mask was worth the price
It looks wonderful
I strut it with style
Nobody questions that it belongs on me
I was born to wear it
It’s oh so natural
I know all of your weaknesses
All of yours
All of my friends
I can read you like an open book
I’m an enigma to you all
Do you even hear these rusted gears turning
Do you hear them stall to a stop
Stand upStand up3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Slipping through the cracks.
Where you're going,
Always have to ask.
You never lie,
You touch the sky,
You're never coming down.
Touch the wall,
Leave them all,
Go and wear your crown.
It's all a game,
They're all to blame,
It's never going to end.
So stand up tall,
Stand against the wall,
Prove that you won't bend.
It matters not,
If one is hot,
Only if one is kind.
You can fight,
For what is right,
You're not alone, you'll find.
You can win,
Against this sin,
And you can prove your worth.
Just stand up tall,
Back against the wall,
And throw them to the hearth!
How to love a girl who can't love herself.one.How to love a girl who can't love herself.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
When she cries herself to sleep
six out of seven nights a week you must
say nothing. You must simply take
her in your arms and kiss her gaunt,
pale cheeks and wait for her to
slumber at the sound of your heart.
On the days where she wishes she
were part of the stars, tell her
no. Tell her that there are too many
lights in the sky and that just one
would be forgotten the moment you looked
away from it. Tell her that she is perfect
the way she is: completely human.
Don't let her think about the scars
that no one but her can see. If she
says "I think I'm broken" smile like you
know a secret and say, "No, you're mending."
But do not be the one to fix her - no, she
New intentionbring down light that hides the sun,New intention3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and let those fly who never sung,
we rise with guns, and shot the fire, letting faith call out deaths new attire.
We see the fangs that graze our skin, but through the storm, we wont give in.
Brothers, sisters, come with me now.
help me turn the ash to rust and build upon the blood of the lost.
His name was JimHis name was Jim2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
All were gathered 'round the fire when someone asked: "Where's Jim?
It's cold as hell out here and could someone look for him?"
Ragged Sally volunteered and Uncle Buck did too.
Together they would look for Jim down Second avenue.
Up and down and round and round but Jim was nowhere seen.
For supper he was always game and late he'd never been.
A cold wind blew as snowflakes fell upon the icy street.
Just one more round they'd make before they would concede defeat.
Sally thought she'd heard a cry, or was it just the wind?
Buck thought best to head on back, next morning try again.
As they passed the little bridge 'bove Second avenue,
Buck saw something moving on the pavement down below.
There lay Jim in his crumpled vest, his eyes toward the sky.
They rushed to him but 'twas too late, they both began to cry.
He never mentioned family or gave out his last name.
To think he'd died without their love was truly quite a shame.
The paper said a homeless man was found under a bridge.
The paper le
You Learned the Song of StormsYou Learned the Song of Storms4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
You there Link, come to me
Listen very carefully
I am going to train
You to summon rain
For these notes, few would mourn
A melody lost and forlorn
This is called the Song of Storms
Hurry boy, come outside
Follow me don't question why
Stand here next to me
Tell me what you see
Dark clouds roll, way up high
Bolts of lightning split the sky
Notes that make the heavens cry
In your hands, you now wield
The might to flood towns and fields
Save us from this night
Cleanse us of His blight
He who hails, from the sand
Wash his darkness from our land
You have learned the Song of Storms
I'm SorryI'm sorry I'm not perfectI'm Sorry2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm sorry I'm not a prodigy
I'm sorry I'm not a better brother
I'm sorry I'm not a better friend
I'm sorry I'm not a better person
I'm sorry I'm not strong enough
I'm sorry I'm a failure
I'm sorry I'm trying
I'm sorry I'm crumbling
I'm sorry I'm crying
I'm sorry I'm not sleeping
I'm sorry I'm not eating
I'm sorry I'm broken
I'm sorry I'm showing bruises
I'm sorry I'm in the house
I'm sorry I'm living here
I'm sorry I'm accepted
I'm sorry I'm alive
I'm sorry I'm me
But apologizing wont change anything, so I'll do something about it.
Bully"Stupid," "Ugly," "Useless," "Sad."Bully3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Emo," "Silent," "Paranoid," "Mad."
"Ashamed," "Afraid," "Crazy," "Stuck."
"Disgusting," "Alone," "Pathetic," "Out of Luck."
The words never spoken,
Yet always heard.
Not from people around me,
No, that's absurd.
I've heard these words,
Time after time,
They always pierce my heart,
They continuously cross my mind.
But these words were never said.
Never once directed at me.
Maybe they never became reality,
But I saw them spoken in my mentality.
These are the words of a bully.
The words that can tear me apart.
The words that can no longer be erased,
Because they have entered my heart.
This person who speaks them,
I know them quite well.
They have countless words in their head,
They have many stories to tell.
I don't know why they want me
To take all of the blame.
It might be for vengeance,
It might be from their own shame.
But the owner of these words,
The words that repeat,
Have caused me great fear,
Have led to my defeat.
This person I know,
Whom I d
You Will Not Read ThisWhen a writer puts his soul and passion into his work.You Will Not Read This1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
It will go unnoticed, often because of its length.
It is a rather sad fact, but a truth nonetheless.
For the simple emotions conveyed in just a few words,
Often hold more sway with those who are emotionally swayed.
There is no depth of the heart, nor a single thought spared.
For the effort placed into a piece that forgoes the winning edge,
For a hint of true meaning.
You will not read this piece and I will not expect you to.
It will not be popular or famous, nor will it see the light of day.
For length is the bane of true poetry,
And that is why so many of my kin have already left.
Thank you however, for reading this;
For you at least took the time to see what I would consider 'truth'.
It is bitter indeed and intensely sad,
But for the you that respects this, I am eternally glad.
-Chen, 23rd May 2014