Save me from the dark, Lucy...No longer do I wish to see red when I am with you dear,Save me from the dark, Lucy...7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
if you knew really what I was, would it cause your heart fill with fear?
A dishonest man to you have I become,
know this my dearest Lucy, with each of us together, we really do belong.
My tools of instantaneous expiration are swiftly quick,
for with one stroke, blood will spill from the little nick.
Death and darkness plagues my very soul,
but I know with you, I surely must learn total control.
For if I were to butcher you as I did with those women of ill repute,
I'd mourn the life of a heavenly angel that I verily took.
I must tell you, Lucy, I really must say. . .
Well. . .maybe tomorrow or. . .another day.
His Glory ResoundsThought I'd never write again, find my voice again, but here it is in glory:His Glory Resounds5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The real world pines for nothing more than a constant feed of mourning.
It leeches when you least want it to, embraces you with a pain worse than death.
Where is it then, a solitude and solace that none can seem to find in this day and age?
Can it ever be found in a book, song, words otherwise said or even by a wise mage?
Nay, ne'er to be seen by any of these unless one looked upward to the skies,
for someone, perhaps could hear the thoughts of millions, both truth and lies.
I know you hear me in my weaknesses and hold me more dearly than a father ought to,
because your heart has always remained faithful even when I know I haven't been true.
Thanks are never enough, but you accept them in any and all forms that I may speak,
You held me then and even now, in this hour, when I feel used and most weak.
You are adored by your creation, loved endlessly for you see me for what I am,
I am your altar for worship,
HanamiI sit up alone at night and reflect back on what we shared,Hanami7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
life remains torture without you, sakura, leaving my soul bared.
Watching you fall in love again, seeing your face light up with a smile,
it breaks me deeply within, but yet I still bathe in it for a long while.
My damned selfish pride always seems to do me in,
how am I though so fortunate still to be called 'friend.'
Would you still come with me, that is, if we took flight
into the air in an authentic chopper, like we did one late night?
Am I being foolish, sweet Bellina, am I asking for far too much?
Is my hearty yearning still for your simple, yet gentle touch?
Oh God, maybe I truly am in still a state of utter denial!
Perhaps I should secure my soul and hide it into a vial.
So many tears have fallen no doubt since that day,
Please know that it's not your fault, Bellina, when I went away.
Happiness emits from you for anyone that you shall meet,
like some sweet ambrosial nectar, you are truly a pleasing treat.
AlptraumeMy body tenses, I cannot fall asleep,Alptraume7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
but rest I need desperately lest I grow weak.
Yet I am plagued by nightmares about you,
unable to rescue your life when I try to do.
My emerald eyes look upon your carefree face,
I wish my family (aside Mother) would not see you as a disgrace.
Taking your calming hand, you softly do squeeze mine,
if everyone would leave us be, we would be fine.
Tormented once more, plagued by the Alpträume again,
GET out of my head! -- I wish not to bear this sinister dread!
I awoke myself with an unheard (by all) scream,
and then told myself it had been nothing more than a dream.
No mercy no more. . .From my alabaster skin I feel wings spurting from my back,No mercy no more. . .7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
ready to shield me from your death-blowing, hellish attack.
Blood trickles, falling slowly, staining something of me that should be pure,
I cry out in agony, wondering if I will be able to live and endure?
When they are finally formed, I see them and notice they are of a silver hue,
much more different than the crimson ones that belong solely unto you.
My heart is still driven and sorely wishes to believe that what you are is not true,
but I know if I continue to believe this, there is more damage that I know you will do.
Your blade of death twinkles in the very sight and in eve of moonlight,
sending those you prey before they die into a frenzy of fright.
Lucius, I am not the one who left for you to eventually die,
how come then, am I to be your latest one of victims, why, oh why?
Leave those who I care about out of our sorrid affair, pray tell,
for they have no bearing of our version of what we call Hell.
I will defeat you and
I survived, but I still bleed.I looked at you one day not too long ago,I survived, but I still bleed.7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
spoke inside my mind as my heart was burning aglow.
Sickened, disgusted by your tirades against man,
irked entirely and now it's more than what I will stand.
You hurt someone else, you cut them to the heart,
how many more lives must be destroyed until you feel it's enough?
One? Ten? No, that apparently will not do,
You will not rest until you've done all us through.
How can you profess that you are a man of honest deed?
Because when I look at into your soul, I only see ambitious greed.
You lust after things and relish in a macabre pain,
if this is truly what you want, I hope someone beats you in your own game.
My fists are made, my heart fills with a vengeful rage,
hoping to ensnare you into where you won't escape our cage.
I feel no more sadness, not even a tear can be produced,
when someone saw it today. . .I'm still the silent and hurting recluse.
Before you kill yourself...Before you kill yourself,Before you kill yourself...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Remember just one little thing.
There are places to go,
Where you have never been before.
How can you be sure those places are bad?
There are things to see,
Things you have never seen before.
How can you be sure those things are ugly?
There is a new tune to hear,
Something you've never heard before.
How can you be sure that tune is scary?
There are words to be said,
Things that have never been said before.
How can you be sure those words are hurtful?
There are dreams to be imagined,
Things you have never dreamed before.
How can you be sure that they are nightmares?
Darling, please don't give up.
Please stay strong.
Don't let go.
Il mio angelo caroIl mio angelo caro7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm sorry if I've caused you to cry,
sorry for the excuses that may have sounded like a lie.
Regrettably too, I should openly confess,
I have failed you, dear sister, failed your test.
My heart pounds here as the little orange screen flickers your name,
darkness has prevailed in our souls in this sickly twisted morbid game.
Forgive me please, for I never did try to mean
to shatter your hopes, your wonderful dreams.
Hope did we feel this day when you first arrived,
now all is crushed, destroyed, something has now died.
I sob silently, refusing to tell anyone, show them the tears,
how could I even mention them to you, my deepest fears?
The anger swells, causing me to spin in a frenzy of putrid hate,
I cannot know how to save myself - but I know it is not too late.
Wishing you were here, so I could hold you very close for all eternity,
for no one else can truly know and will ever know how much you mean to me.
Vampire WomanShe walks throught the trees on silent feet.Vampire Woman8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like fog creeping over the river.
In a clearing you will find her.
She sits upon a bloodstained rock
basking in the moonlight.
Her eyes, black as night,
Reflect the demon inside her soul.
How she is condemned,
to forever be graced by night.
A life of shadow and darkness,
Of pleasure from other's fear.
A life sustained by the flesh
and blood of mortals.
She is one of the Undead.
Trapped by the curse of Nosfuratue.
Under The KnifeThey tell me that we are not meant to be, yet I choose not to believe,Under The Knife6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
they bring me sorry and misery, even tears to grieve.
Anna, I long for us to be together, but it may never come to be,
so let me, my darling, tell you of how you make me free:
I am told that we don't belong, that's where they're wrong.
For only you, Miss Lexington, will my heart yearn for long.
So spend eternity or at least here on Earth is my hope,
call it, yuppy, disastrous even perhaps I am a dope.
Then again, dearest lover, I am truly are not,
because, maybe just maybe, you're the soul mate I forgot.
Let them all perish, die away, pass away, fade away,
because I want to be your sunshine on a rainy day.
Though your weapons instill deepest fears to all,
I know you'll always come running when I call.
For there is no other beauty, so gentle and certainly fair,
because you're my sweet poison, Anne, and I ... I am your Eddie bear.
No . . . this is not me! I don't write these travesties!
I am not in love with
Tell the face thou viewestWhat is the beginning of the ending that begins again to which we call life?Tell the face thou viewest7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Is there a driving urge in it that sometimes causes us hardened strife?
Anguish, suffering, inexplicable pain that we should not begin to feel,
for we know that we are not to be this way for it cannot be, to us all, real.
At birth and growing up to be taught of how we should remain strong,
how is it then that our heart denies it and tells us that what we learn is wrong?
Then into years of schooling our life's lessons do there begin,
taunting and teasing occurs mercilessly without end.
Events of good and bad fill our very souls, bearing our very heart,
struck down are we in our lowest moments, ripping us apart.
Then it is there we wish to move on and leave everything to not mend,
but out of the blue, we find the patchmaker to which we call a friend.
Hold me, my darling friends, my saving angels, something inside me expands,
rip it out, take it away, I beg of you, I need your saving, clinging hands.
Why do I fee
You Have No Right To LiveYou Have No Right To Live:You Have No Right To Live2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hey, what are you doing?
That's mine, now give it back.
You're stupid, you should just go die!
Okay, I'm sorry...
What, you failed again?
Just how much money do you think we're spending on this,
Do you think it just falls from the sky?
I can't believe you; and don't give me that look!
You better straighten up now you hear me
And if you keep looking like a dead fish,
I'm going to make you wish you were one.
Hey, being around you is driving me nuts,
You never want to do anything, you don't even care,
Why bother even breathing if you're going to act like you're dead!
A lousy person like you should just go die!
okay, fine! I will...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 26th November 2012
Rispondi solo si o no. . .edward & t'laria craneRispondi solo si o no. . .7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
it is clear that we are destined to be.
Through sorrow, through grief,
through the times of disbelief.
Through the good times when we are glad,
through the times you cheer me when I am sad.
My heart and soul could not belong to anyone less,
when in your protection, I am truly blessed.
No one can ever take you from me,
nay, power, envy, jealousy, greed.
What made me fall in love with you,
I don't know how, but it is true.
Edward, my guarding and guiding light,
my love for you is kept knit tight.
Maybe one day we shall have a family,
until that time, Edward, continue to believe.
A kiss on your lips, my loving (husband) and friend,
worry not, dear -- I will return once again.
For it is plain for all to see:
We clearly are destined to be.
also known as T'laria Sorik, Princess of Vulcan
Why...Why...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why is the world this way?
Why has this all been done?
Why are we all like this?
Why all the hate?
Why can't the gays and lesbians marry?
Why can't we learn from the past?
Why do racism and homophobia exist?
Why can't we give peace a chance?
Why do people take their own lives?
Why do people murder, steal and lie?
Why do we sit around and procrastinate?
Why are we all to blame?
CryingCan I fight for you,my God?!Crying6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Can I cry for you?! as my heart hurts as never
Cause my thoughts are nowhere but with You,
Cause I'm no one without You!
Let me serve You,lead me to You!
I've cried all night the day before,and
I'm crying this night too,begging You for forgiveness,
Show mercy on me,my God!
as my body hurts and the pain is terrible
take out the poisonous arrows from me,set me free,Lord!
Let me serve You,let me sing for You through the dark night
so that only You can hear my voice
and like a beautiful shining flower_my song will
Fly to You.
Your innocence is growing in me
God You illuminate my soul!
Oh,my God don't You forgive me? Don't You hear my voice?
Don't You cure the illness of my heart,that
I could pray for You even louder,call YOur name more often!
I'll be able to atone all my sins by walking towards You;
So You, My God,please be My Saviour Forever!