( 4/02/2014 )It’s day two( 4/02/2014 )10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
& I already feel
I’ve been living
out of my suitcase
since I got home,
on the couch &
leaving my laundry
on the floor.
Everything in my refrigerator
screams 12 days too late
& rent money is due.
She’s slapping me
in the face,
that heartless bitch
with the long
& hot mouth-
& having her way with me.
The IndividualYou wear your skin, with mask of sin,The Individual9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
A spiderweb of lies. Of "individuals",
Breaking ties, alone at last
They seem to hide, a fixation of vanity...
I am the "individual"!
This is my golden ritual,
Refuse all that is me,
A web of lies I be!
But can you see, what you've become,
Showing these scars made by none-
Other than you?
They were made just for you...
They were made just by you...
Made to be pitied too...
You are the "individual"!
Lies are your golden ritual,
Refuse what you should be,
To live with agony!
TFP: The Human Prime Chapter 1TFP: The Human Prime Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Human Prime
Chapter 1: Cybertronian Contact
Mira didn't know much, but she did know this. Going towards an explosion from an object
falling from the sky was probably a very bad idea. The twin youths ran towards it anyways.
Artemis, her older sister by five seconds, was up ahead. She was much more fit than her twin
Mira. It said that in their mother's womb twins usually do not last, vanishing twin syndrome.
However, this was not the case. Artemis, the bully of the womb as it were, had begun to
absorb her little sister very early on, but never finished the job. This made her a much stronger
child physically in health and in strength, but made Mira very weak. Mira wasn't supposed to
make it, but as luck would have it she did. Though, she was plagued with the worst immune
system one could ask for and an even worse muscular strength. Mira always had to work
harder to become as strong as Artemis was, but was catching up fast by pure determination
and slight resentment.
AerosolIt has been a day and a half since the crash, and I have found a cabin. In some ways, this is a relief. I don’t know if I could face another night on the mountain without shelter. Outside, a fire does no good: the heat simply travels upwards. However, this place also raises some difficult questions. I estimate that I’ve put eight miles between myself and the crash site. I don’t know if this will be enough. It occurs to me that I don’t really know anything.Aerosol2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The survival manual recommends staying with the plane. It explains that this affords the best chance of rescue. It explains that the wreckage offers warmth and shade. It explains that seventy percent of pilots who stay are located within three days, while seventy percent of those who leave are never recovered. It does not explain what to do if the payload begins to leak.
Jenkins shouted after me as I ran, said it was our duty to defend the aircraft. I tried to warn him about the spur of wood protrudin
My Name Is?You know I think that it is time for you to go...My Name Is?8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yeah boy better know, I'm an ancient poet,
With a modern rap flow, so-
I think it's better that you learn to let it go...
Ain't no third-rate writer;
I won't let a poser hold a candle to my lighter, because-
My name is Chen, I'm the Dragon of the East.
My reputation now makes me out to be a beast.
But you'll find that I'm probably a really nice guy,
Just before I take a fork out, stabbing your eye.
I can't help it, I'm just a little insane.
Mom blames it all on my video games.
But it wasn't the screen that left me craving for blood,
It was the twisted little bitches in this world of mud.
See you might call me the furthest thing from a stud,
Even when I drop the bomb, it ends up a dud.
So I get a little sick of those having it easy,
And I like to mess 'em up before they start getting preachy.
Son, you ain't even walked a mile in my shoes!
Go hang up your chains, because you're setting
TF's Racing Guide : Horse Equipment. Okay, so I am going to start off with say, I do not know everything while I am not an owner/trainer/rider in the industry, I have spent most of my life devoted to it, learning the ins and outs and have many connections within the industry. Next I will say, every horse, every trainer, every person will have their own opinions, and will grow and mature differently. This is a basic guide that will focus more on the aspects of people, horses training, equipment, pedigrees. Let's choose a fine place to start and what finer a place to start than the mouth?TF's Racing Guide : Horse Equipment. 8 months ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
There are many different bits used in the racing world, some while the horse is being ridden and others not. But they all serve their purposes and while any bit in the wrong hands can cause damage to the horses most of these are meant to help aid the horse in some way be it performance, handling or training.
Chifney Bits: these bits are the ones we see most commonly used on stallions and young horse sales. It i
A Polished White SinkA Polished White Sink:A Polished White Sink2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If I had to call this world a blessing;
I think I'd say 'I find it damn depressing.'
You might think I'm stupid from how I'm dressing,
But this is just the heart I feel like wearing.
I see street corners and absent youth;
Don't pretend you don't ever see the night.
Cause when it turns dark, the maggots start crawling;
Looks like God decided to shut out the light.
I can warm my hands on fire and watch the people go,
They don't know who I am, I just go with the flow.
I see streets that seem empty, clogged to the brink;
But that's the reality deep beneath the sink.
It looks clean on the outside, polished porcelain white,
But inside of the pipes are what you keep out of sight.
Yet they're already straining and distorted with strain;
Soon the flood water comes flowing, wash away with the rain.
-Unofficial release from Chen Yuan Wen, 8th April 2013
You Know What You Are!The storyteller is lost in usYou Know What You Are!8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don't ask me where he went
I see his traces in the words you write
But his power is truly spent
And all I see now is meaningless
Words made simply for the thrill
Belted out by a literary killer
Monster, looking for a fill
Missing concerts (AustriaXReader)You peeked around the corner, obscuring most of your body the best you could. It'd been two weeks now that he'd started acting strange.Missing concerts (AustriaXReader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Your boyfriend Roderich that is. He started leaving the house more frequently and had the vaguest excuses when you asked him where he'd gone. Strange and troubled thoughts cascaded around your mind.
Is he seeing someone else? Doesn't he want you anymore? To put a stop to these worrying questions, you made a plan.
So well, you decided to follow him. Not in a stalker way, no, not at all. ....Scratch that, the way you shadowed him was exactly like a stalker. But you simply had to know what was going on with him.
He crossed the road, which you of course mimicked. After tailing him for several minutes, he reached what seemed like his destination.
The .... music school? Why would he come here?
Entering, he shut the door behind him, disappearing from your sight. After a second though, he reappeared in the hallway, which you could see through the st
Sound of RainThink for a moment: Is the sound of rain, truly what you are hearing?Sound of Rain9 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Imagine this, you're sitting there in your underwear (don't try to pretend you're not). It's raining outside and you've been browsing the internet for the past seven hours. It's already 3:13 a.m. in the morning and a sudden hint of nervousness seizes you. It's silly really, you don't have to attend school, nor do you have work in the morning, but somehow you still feel as though you should force yourself into bed.
You crawl under the covers and bring the blanket up to your chin. Your mind runs over all the things you've done today and you stare at the ceiling, trying to find a comfortable spot on the bed, listening to the sound of rain as it goes pitter-patter on your window. Yet, somehow, the rain sounds different tonight. You feel a strange sinking in your chest and a rising sensation of fear.
The pitter-patter no longer sounds like gentle droplets of water hitting the glass. It sounds more
Angel of ConsequenceCan you see me fallAngel of Consequence2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
reaching for what seems to be eternity
I'm grappled by my thoughts
Wake up this is reality
I'm back into this dream again
to fight the wave of right and wrong
distracted by an angels song
I cannot be this warrior inside of me
I'm just a bird who longs to be free
I cannot be the man i should be
cause all i want is what burns inside of me
entwined by fates disturbing destiny
Haunted by this face
a sweet and stinging gift of beautiful irony
I risk this life
for this simple pleasure
to feel the high
of an emotional treasure
From the twisted mind of fate's design
mocks me with all its glorious malign
Presents to me with a drug so intense
sets out my path to cross with this angel of consequence
Behind the WordsWe spill our pain across the pages.Behind the Words7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
But we must smile when it is read.
For we cannot show our true emotions.
Not of suffering, anxiety, or dread.
For we are the bringers of dreams to the world.
Our words are tales of healing light.
So hide your tears behind a mask,
And save them for a quiet night.
broken dreams and invisible heartstringsEvery morning,broken dreams and invisible heartstrings2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she wakes up to a
hollow chest & stormy,
red rimmed eyes.
It's so easy to be in love
with being in love;
swallowing fake truths
& sincere lies.
But her heart—
it forgot how to smile
two years ago,
because no one can tell
the difference between
imitations & reality.
please find me;
I'm lost between the cracks of
Desperate to breathe
yet wondering how it would feel
she's never belonged
in this universe.
Learning From KnocksLearning From Knocks:Learning From Knocks9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I used to be a fucking idiot!
I guess that's why some people never took me serious,
But I have learned from the truth that is hideous;
My only wish is that I wasn't so oblivious...
Because when I took a fall from my cloud,
I hit the solid ground, rose up to be pushed down,
Misery surround now.
I'm just fightin' this war,
Wagin' for my own crown,
Letter for letter,
So I can say I never backed down.
Facing adversity, my only adversary,
Is my own drive to make success a necessity.
From when I greet the morning until I say my goodnight.
I'll still be chasing after dreams until I walk in the light.
So for the patience and the people still readin' my works,
I can tell you I will never die, that's just a quirk.
I bet you'll see me comin' back like I'm raised from the dead,
And I will leave you with emotions that'll ring in your head!
- Chen Yuan Wen, 12th May 2014
~ Beginning of a new age
End RemembranceEnd Remembrance2 years ago in Historical More Like This
Remembrance Day originates at the end of World War I. The idea is to honor those who died in the line of duty, defending their country from enemies. For all its pompous words and fancy granite memorials littered with colorful flower bouquets, Remembrance Day and others like it have failed miserably in achieving this goal.
I've often been criticized as having no respect, and that can be an impediment when discussing certain topics. However, I am often in luck – hypocrisy deserves no respect. What changed as a result of the enormous sacrifice of those who died in WW1? As the first bombs of WW2 fell just two decades later, millions once again obediently lined up under various pieces of colored cloths to slaughter and be slaughtered. It became obvious that absolutely nothing had changed, and that the millions of WW1 had died in vain.
Most would agree that all that lip service paid to the sacrifice between the two world wars wasn't good enough. To truly honor their sacrifice would be
stumbling into my little infinityi'll never be a singularity.stumbling into my little infinity1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
the words i say may be unique
and special of themselves,
they're still just the same 26 letters
as everything else in this world.
i want to be more
than stardust and atoms,
better than the next sorry soul
waiting in line for a purpose
that may not even show.
i want to be more
than 01101101 01100101,
like the chorus of a song
that's been loved too much.
i don't want a one track mind,
i want to be one of my own kind.
if i indemnify myself from
these scattered atoms
and sepia sands,
if i cut this silver noose
that's been sitting so
comfortably around my neck,
i don't know if i'll be one step
closer or three miles
(but i guess those two are basically
the same, aren't they?)
i don't know
where i'm going.
i don't know whether i'm walking
or running away
or crawling on my knees
to a place devoid of matter
or all of the above,
but i'm too afraid
do you think the void would mind
if i compared m
Hate MeHate me, despise me,Hate Me8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
But know that you will never be rid of me.
I am the wretched beast inside your heart.
I am the very weight of your insecurity.
I am the feeling of dread that binds you,
Slithering through shaking veins.
To me you are but a simple host,
And while you suffer, I will grow.
Feeding off the pain that tears you apart.
I'll put into words and call it art.
FreakForgotten by someFreak8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Respected by no one
Kindness is what I need.
I love... and hate being a writerI hate being a writerI love... and hate being a writer7 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
yet I love it too
though such ambiguous feelings
cannot be explained so simply...
I loathe the unsterilized ink
which continually poisons my veins
and pumps from an all too emotional heart
yet when this ink is set free
breathed from my syringe of a quill
I'm assailed by such a breathtaking sense
of relief and release that I forget
and become intoxicated on my own vile.
I abhor my blank eyes
which so incoherently delude me
as to what is real
that I am faced continually
with the realization that reality
will never be enough for me
and yet these blank eyes are the same
on which I paint such beautiful fantasies
and experiences which I faithfully adore.
I detest the imagination
which hosts menial plays with
unwritten roles and spitfire lines
and asks me to fill the holes
The Ones I've LostScars show the battlesThe Ones I've Lost1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The ones I've lost.
Arched, puckered, ugly
But I'll show you them
I'll show you
The ones I've lost.
Long sleeves hide the trail
But scars tell a story
One arm a horrific fight
One leg a slow climax
Wherever, whatever, they'll always be
The ones I've lost
Soon I'll have recovered
For your sweet words hold me dear
Your lips brush the white lines
Your fingers against my hip
You'll never let me go
The ones I've lost
My Love is SicknessMy love is utter sickness,My Love is Sickness9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'll have you obsessed, until you're ruined inside.
And you will crawl and I will have you beg,
I swear I'll become the very voice in your head.
Oh you will suffer and you will sweat,
I will have you lusting for more than you get!
Losing it all, as lose your mind,
You're numb to this pain, so take this pleasure of mine;
Now open it up so you can give me more.
Close up your life and quickly lock up the door.
Or i'll have you spinning with my every touch,
And even when I use you it just won't be enough.
Your body desires and I'm letting it know,
You're already gone before I let you go.
My love is an utter sickness,
I'll teach you to love your very moment of weakness,
I'll teach you to crawl and I will make you beg!
I'll teach you what it's like to be mine in bed.
-Word of Chen, 16th May 2014
Comfortable Silences Ch.1Comfortable Silences Ch.12 years ago in Romance More Like This
Is it possible to be with someone for so long without knowing you're in love?
I know this might sound like another cheap fairy tale but to tell you the truth, I don't believe in such things; but I do believe in second chances.
I think it's stupid to believe that people fall in love at first sight for no reason. Even if the person is good enough for you, there's no proof that she or he will be the right one, until you know each other. Unfortunately, that's not my case...
I've known my best friend ever since I was a child. We grew up together in the same place until fate took us apart and changed the course of our lives. We fought alongside against the evil that plagued humanity and its remnants. We became real close during these events and now we're living together under the same roof with two kids.
No, we're not a couple and yes, we do like each other but not in that way you think. Even after all we've been through, there's still not a single hint that me and her are right for each oth
Sadstuck --Lalonde--John paused for a brief moment, the sharp pain flying through his body. A startled expression flew over his face, when Rose's look of pure terror caught his own gaze. John opened his mouth to say something, but instead fell over backwards, the blood rushing from his stomach as Bec Noir quickly withdrew his sword from John's chest.Sadstuck --Lalonde--3 years ago in Sketches More Like This
"John!" Rose exclaimed, rushing over to protect him. John's eyes closed, and soon he heard no more. Suddenly, he found himself suspended above his own body, realizing he had died and was a spirit at the moment.
"Rose...?" John asked, completely confused. He knew she wouldn't hear her, but it was worth a shot. He then realized immediately that Rose was facing off with Bec Noir, and wished he could do something to help her.
A look of fury and sadness had crossed over Rose's face as she fought back the tears, facing off with Bec Noir. His sword raced towards Rose's body, but her Grimdark abilities combined with her amazing reflexes and magic reflected the blow.