DriftwoodDriftwood in Free Verse More Like This
around the dawn
as if begging
for a favor,
so smooth and sharp
worn bare by August -
a mermaid's rib
rubs salt from sand,
the battering lilt of seagulls
against the summer sun.
SleepingHe's dyingSleeping in Free Verse More Like This
was all you said
leaving me to fill
in the blanks beneath
how can blood flow up
and not leave a mark
the frail biology
a tube will do
the breathing for him
his rise and fall
curled fetal in the sheets
the wound will exit
from his chest,
sterile in its waste
and oddly comforting
to us both
Just take his hand
that he's sleeping.
ShroudShe weaves a dress upon the loom,Shroud in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
her neighbors knowing it's a shroud,
window dressing for a tomb -
she weaves a dress upon the loom.
Forbidden fruit has scarred the womb,
a stranger's face amidst the crowd,
she weaves a dress upon the loom -
her neighbors knowing it's a shroud.
NovemberAutumnNovember in Free Verse More Like This
and full breasted
with the changing winds,
chasing the smoldering gold
from the meadow;
in the slow waltz of leaves,
I feel scarlet
rush the roots of trees
and blaze the hawthorn's
leaving the valley
flushed and thriving,
waiting for November...
RetreatI have abandoned battle, savored peaceRetreat in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and lost my weapons deep in sacred ground.
I have sought sweet mercy - God's own release
and prayed for his swift justice to abound.
I have walked past the soldiers in the street
and heard their cries run shameless without sound -
the tired, shuffling resonance of feet.
And in the morning's chilled and angry blast,
I recognize the music of retreat
as if I saw the ghosts that knew my past
gathering at the tables for a feast.
Then God allow these thoughts to be my last
for I have hopes my blessings will increase
and the dark symphony of war will cease.
heronheron napping on the lakeheron in Free Verse More Like This
as tourists wield
their oars and cameras
(a perfect catch of wing span
for the family to exclaim about
at Sunday dinner)
its delicate bone dance
drowns out the cerulean
in our ears -
birth of moon and stars
invisible to the ripple
lapping sand and silt -
just the thin scream
of winter fleeing
HomecomingThe dead do not need a homecomingHomecoming in Free Verse More Like This
or an invitation -
they do not wait at the door
to be let in
or cross the threshold
with crossed fingers
and a prayer.
They do not wear their best clothes -
no poplin suits
or brocade skirts
to catch upon the lintels
or dust the marble floors.
They will not dine
upon your crusts
or marrow bones or salted eggs
nor steal the heavy coins
from out beneath the rugs .
They'll only tarry
in the hall
and make soft moan
amidst the wind
wondering why you turned
their faces to the wall
and put out
your best china.
Girl as Buildingi fell in love with your architectureGirl as Building in Free Verse More Like This
the cross beams of your cartilage
how your tendons knotted over nerves
like girders, holding up your arms
and the supple curve of neck
a room unto itself
the doors and windows of you
and each brick a voice
that resonates my mortar
the simple stairs of your legs
leading me skyward
where shoulders meet like corridors
and I find myself
taking up residence.
DistanceIt's a ridiculous thingDistance in Free Verse More Like This
To look through a window
A window over a distance of miles and miles
It's almost stupid, silly
To hear a voice
A single voice through the static
To see a single person
a single beloved face
Through a lens
It is so strange and reckless
Yet I do love.
The REAL Desperation DancehallHey, there honeyThe REAL Desperation Dancehall in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Let's go out tonight
And we can dance the night away
I really like you
But because we have nothing else to say
Just for a while
That we don't have to run and hide
Because that's not what we feel inside
I don't wanna know
Dance our lives away
From the places
We don't wanna go
We know where to start
Till the world falls down
Pretend the world's not fallin' apart
Lets all go
Go all out right now
Get in a cab
And drive so far
To a place
No one knows us
We can pretend
To not be who we are
We're all alone
And that world might actually care
We're all beautiful
Instead of that we're all not there
Not to find
That we fear
As we dance
It's all right
It's a dancehall
In every nation
But most of all
It's right here
Playing the reality
Circumlocution"I am such an idiot."Circumlocution in Short Stories More Like This
Aelita buried her face against her hands, grumbling. "Stupid, stupid-"
"Princess, you okay?"
Aelita looked up, still frowning, and looked over at Yumi, who was sitting across from her at the table. She opened her mouth to reply, then shut it again, and shrugged. How could she talk to Yumi or the others if she couldn't make sense to the one who knew her best? Aelita sighed again, and Yumi raised her eyebrows.
"Something's got your back up. What's wrong?" Her dark eyes flashed. "Did Sissy pull something?"
Aelita shook her head, choking out a humorless laugh. "Ha. I wish." She sighed. "I don't know...Yumi...have ever had the feeling when you're talking to..to..."despite her efforts to hide it, a blush started to creep up her cheeks- "someone you like, do you ever find you can't speak properly?"
Yumi smiled slowly, and nodded. "Maybe. Why?"
Aelita shrugged. "It's all circumlocution."
Yumi blinked at her. "It's...what?"
"Oh sorry." Annoyed at herself, Aelita flipped a
A Dark Dreamers DelightBows, chains, gloves of laceA Dark Dreamers Delight in Free Verse More Like This
Lady-like rebel, you've found your place
It's not as easy as it seems
To dress as someone else's dreams
Fishnets, boots, skulls and hearts
There's no end, once you start
It's not as frightening as they say
Once the nay-sayers go away
A kimono can be ripped just so
And belted with chains swaying to and fro
Smile secretly, cursty and bow
Act shy and strange, you'll learn just how
Or just smirk and walk into shadowy light
Oh Gothic Lolita, a dreamer's delight
Let the World Fade AwayLet the World Fade Away in Free Verse More Like This
In a world of turmoil and madness
We have been fighting long enough
Let this be the gentle thing
The sweet thing
The wonderful moment
Of finally being with you
Let worries vanish
When you take my hand
Let your concerns disappear
In your vivid eyes
Let the world fade away
When we're together
Would you let me love you forever?
Let the world fade away
Misconstrue"Did you hear about..."Misconstrue in Short Stories More Like This
"No, really? What?"
"Shut up, that can't be true! What about-"
Voices. Teenage voices, flickered in the classroom. Giggles and gasps. Aelita sighed, rolling her eyes and trying ignore the noise. Gossip was so silly. And half the time they got the story wrong anyway. Engrossed in the book, she didn't noticed that the room had suddenly gone quieter.
"Well...well, well." A hand slapped down on Aelita's book, blocking out the words. Recognizing the neon yellow nails on the hand, Aelita took a deep breathe, counted to ten, then forced a bright smile up at Sissy.
"There's a copy of this book in the library," Aelita said sweetly before the girl in front of her could open her mouth. "If you can read that advanced, of course."
Sissy squeaked with out rage at the insult while giggles erupted again. "You little-"
Just then, the classroom door slammed as the teacher walked in. Sighing mentally in relief, Aelita continued the fake smile at Sissy, who glared at her
I'm Still HereI know I'm stupid.I'm Still Here in Free Verse More Like This
I get it
I've been that way my whole life
I know my brain is different
I know I'm slow
Don't scream it at me.
Yes I did notice that thing
But you will always
point it out before me
I know you can work rings around me
I get it
I'm slower than you
More awkward than you
But I have my own pace
Please don't force me to take yours
Then yell at me when I fail
But I'm still here
Happy BirthdayIt's my birthday.Happy Birthday in Short Stories More Like This
My friend, it's his birthday too. We've always been like that, together. Just us. Always.
I think he's saying the guests are here. He hears footsteps coming up the old stone walk outside. I smile, and nervously comb the wrinkles from my dress. My only party dress. It's old, and black and white. My friend is all in black, in a little suit and tie. He looks handsome, but he'd laugh if I told him that. I wonder if he thinks I look pretty.
I say hello to the girls as they come in, most carrying presents and balloons. I am smiling, I think. I don't remember. Some of the girls ignore me, muttering among themselves. I smile wider, and look back at my friend.
Two of them are sisters, I think, I tell him. He isn't sure who most of them are. Neither am I, actually. I was, but I forgot. Some of the guests are all dressed up, with bows stuck in the back of their heads. I try not to laugh at how silly it looks. It would be rude to laugh at your guests at your own birthday party, a
HarlequinI'm fake.Harlequin in Free Verse More Like This
Is this really me
Standing here in front of the room?
I feel like I'm in a play
I'm too old to be worried about this
Yet I'm too young
I feel silly
Like a child dressing up
What's wrong with me?
I'm an adult
I should be okay with this
So why do I feel like
I'm an intruder
Like I'm wearing a mask
I'm a harlequin doll
Playing at being an adult
At being real
How do I grow up?
I don't know how
Maybe I already have.
Music is LoveHave you ever had one of those daysMusic is Love in Free Verse More Like This
When you can't really sleep
Or even happy
But those days
When every love song that you hear
Seems to talk only to you
Seems to be able to describe
In perfect detail
How you feel
Until you can't think about anything
Other than the one you love
If only time could got as fast as those songs do
Clocks need to go quick
The days need to move
The faster they go
The fast we can be together again
Music, love songs, play for me
And bring my true love back to me
Lonely AloneLonely Alone in Scraps More Like This
Lonely Alone by Fraggle
Im So Lonely Inside
No One To Talk Too, No One But You
Ashamed & Afraid
Damaged By My Own Devises
If I Destroy The Old Me
Would Whats Left Cope?
Letting A History Run Free
Means A Long Life, Just With Me
Just Another Glance
A Second Chance
What I Wouldnt Do
To Be With You.
I Cant Sleep, Im So Tired
So Many Questions
Just One Answer I Seek
I Need One Moments Peace
Life Now Suspended In Time
Waiting For The Sublime
Begging For A Redemption
I Know I Dont Deserve
Just Another Glance
A Second Chance
What I Wouldnt Do
To Be Close To You
The Power Of Realisation
Swelling Behind My Eyes
Sorrow Now Overwhelms Me
Depression Hidden By Lies
My Body Aches From Longing
To Hold You Close Again
Lips Quiver & Hands Tremble
Nothing Will Ever Be The Same
Just Another Glance
A Second Chance
What I Wouldnt Do
For A Lifetime With You
© 2007 FRAGGLE/ ScummyVladDrac
UnattainableUnattainable in Scraps More Like This
The ambitions of goddesses
Searching for atlas cryptograms
Such struggles in weightlessness
Twisted earth in shallow ponds
Disowned rivers slow their paths
On gnarled timid tormented shores
Distant tunes whispered
Dissipated sadness, flinching
Vibrant lights roused
Upon misunderstood Luna halos
Hearts heaved in healing
With weeping crystal eyes
Plunged against poisonous
Eyelids scouring with abhor
Watching fires stain the snow
I hear scratching through thunder
Roads diverged from bitter jealousy
Like melodies misplaced in chaos
As lips forget to kiss
Creations in far off utopias
Breaking...I feel like breaking downBreaking... in Scraps More Like This
In galaxies shifted off their axis
eloquent, yet I just don't belong
Exhausted though no one worries
Locking myself in empty room
huddled in corners collecting dust
Music staining the walls with noise
So no one hears you screaming
Can you imagine what it's like
When nothing ever feels right
scared of what my mind could find
covering your eyes to make you blind
So hurt, such suffering and loss
To be left out in the winters dark
no longer a soul within to be found
teetering periphery as I break down
No one there to save you
Not a soul cares, what you do
Do you like what within you see?
Horror festering and consuming in me
Can you imagine what its like?
© 2008 FRAGGLE/ ScummyVladDrac
Letting GoSingularLetting Go in Scraps More Like This
suspended from the skies
in dark photos
Dancing on the beach
She forgets speech
Not even whispers
As each wave
Like a lovers hands
Only. You.Only. You. in Scraps More Like This
I love you
What other possible words could I say?
With every infinitesimal quintessence of me
I absolutely love you
I cant imagine what on Earth would not prove this
Could you believe me if I told you
I think about you all the time
You only you
I think about you
in my most amazing dreams
you save me
from my most horrible nightmares
When you are with me
across the opposite side of the room
when Im looking at you
I cant stop looking at you
Not for a second
Do you know why?
Out of fear I might let something pass by so small
Yet so indescribably significant
Cant you comprehend how crucially momentous
you are to me?
You are the only one that truly recognises me
For who I really am
You know all your imperfection, my worst sins
Everything I am forever ashamed of everything
But then you look at me and thats all I need
Because your eyes could never lie to me
In my dreams, my most incredible fantasies
Im sitting he
Upon A Spilt Second... part 1Once upon a split secondUpon A Spilt Second... part 1 in Scraps More Like This
Out of a corners sight
I observed you, found you
Locked upon perfection.
Completely. Beyond doubt.
My heart pounded hard
The dull thud of tribal drums
Moving planets. Continents.
Anything to be closer.
Butterflies adorned her whispers
Every breath was a souvenir
Trees bursting into flames
For the passion. Love. Obsession.
It was sweltering that summer
Flesh burning from one another
Scents and senses so heightened
Like wild animals we gorged.
But then the fire spread
Out of control. Unrelenting
We fed on desire and earth
Such extravagates. Pure delight
l i t t l e beingI'm a misplaced little beingl i t t l e being in Scraps More Like This
gasping for air upon the sea
With so many other creatures
paying no attention to me
I am crashing into waves
and blocking out the light
This is my little escapade
my misguided little life
Eyes cruel from salty waters
and the moons painful rays
Suddenly I thought you staring
that faultless cerulean gaze
I hope that maybe someday
Somewhere not so far away
I will find another being
That will allow me love again
This life is so very precious
every minute of every day
Grasping onto your memory
You might go away.
sorry...sorrysorry... in Scraps More Like This
for the clothes I wear
for my petite black hair
I wouldn't ingest your seed
I couldn't satisfy your every need
I forgot to make you dinner
for not being thinner
for my friends that annoy
for not throwing away my childhood toys
I don't like the games you play
I weep when you walk away
that I'm not more smart
everytime you break my heart
that you have to bruise my face
I appear like such a disgrace
for everything you drag me through
I'm not good enough for you
I'm so sorry.
SecretsHer thoughts impede my heart dullSecrets in Scraps More Like This
Such articulation and beauty
She weeps from her journey
And I hurt like anguish. So completely
I have never been so fragile for another
Vulnerable to her vivacious hallucination
As I try to hide under clean sheets
History once again suddenly repeats
Again, Im alone at the end.
What Now?An awkward introverted absent heartbeatWhat Now? in Scraps More Like This
away from this disparaging life altering instance.
In less than the time it takes to blink
everything we had vanished into the chilled air.
Such love, like landscapes and thunderstorms
lost in stained shards of shattered senses.
As impending lyrics rip through her deadened casing.
So abstract. Intangible. Excruciatingly elusive.
Moonlight blemishes her ghostly skin
silicified by tarnished crimson glassy eyes.
Silence so loud, I am forever now
Speechless. Breathless. Lifeless
Such disgraceful words and character assassination
as the fear inches through my manic thoughts
I willingly throw myself in the darkest debris
for the worst of my unforgivable crimes.
Wandering under moon lit sheets
and deserted roads filled with abandon gifts
held up by elderly streetlights
as inadequate gasps float above winters mist
Gazing upon out-of-focus hallucinations
so tranquil under this tidal wave
Tearful whispers as I subject myself to atonement,
The Loudest LaughThe loudest laugh,The Loudest Laugh in Free Verse More Like This
The wettest tears.
The biggest smile,
The greatest sorrow.
What's behind the make-up,
The mask he always wears,
Is a symphony of sadness
That eats him like a bear.
Yet ever so sad.
He acts and reacts,
as if he weren't mad.
Always just fine.
A reason to be glad.
The mask he wears is not his choice,
He'd like to remove it,
And hope they'll hear his voice.
But he knows it would scare them,
Make them think he needed help,
more help than was necessary.
They'd drug him,
Lock him away.
Paint the world with rainbows and waffles.
Or, they'd think him a fake,
Believing that he was lying,
Trying to get attention.
Neither was true.
Does one not have the right to be sad?
So he wears his mask,
Always seeming glad,
No one ever quite knowing,
That they're really making him mad.
No one seeing
That he's in such a bind,
Because "nothing's wrong,
Everything's just fine."
Paperthin HymnI wish I could play you a song:Paperthin Hymn in Free Verse More Like This
Full of passion,
Like the relationship we once had.
I wish I knew what I was doing wrong,
Or perhaps what I was doing right
But wasn't doing enough of;
I would have changed,
And maybe then we might have had a chance.
I wish I could play you a song
That was versatile like we were:
Fast and danceable,
A beat that could make the world move;
Yet smooth and calming,
Resonating with the soothing tune
That relaxed my soul when I was with you.
I wish I could play you a song
That sang our mutual feelings,
But it was never the same for you,
I could never give you enough.
Never really shared anything with you.
You're love as thin as paper
Shouldn't have affected me the way it did,
But it did.
I wish I could play you a song,
With all that and more,
But maybe a song about you,
A song that truly delineates who you are
Would be more appropriate.
I wish I could play you a song,
But all I have is this
How come you are the oneOnce I was alone,How come you are the one in Free Verse More Like This
Now I'm simply surrounded.
I loved once,
It was great.
I wanted to die.
Told myself I wouldn't love again,
That I'd wait for her.
And now I don't know if I should still wait or move on.
One came, then another,
Now my heart's torn between so many.
I tell myself I don't love them
But whenever they're gone, I miss them.
It's not the way you miss a schoolmate
When you leave for summer break,
It's the way you miss an arm after it got cut off,
The way plants miss water in the hot sun.
I know you're not the one,
You can't be,
It wouldn't last between us,
Yet when I hold you,
Why is it I never want to let go?
I keep trying to push you away,
Keep you in the friend-zone,
But I can't help coming closer to you.
Why can't I break away?
FamilyNothing connects us,Family in Free Verse More Like This
Not health nor
They mean nothing.
Only in some technical way of tracing lineage,
But not family.
Some say that no matter what some one does to you,
You should care about them,
Because they're are your family,
But blood means nothing.
A daughter should not take her father out to eat,
When he raped her as a girl.
All those things expected of one to give their blood relatives,
Must be earned;
They cannot be simply given away.
In that same respect,
Just because one isn't a blood relative,
Doesn't mean they can't be family.
Family are the people who truly care about you,
Who love and accept you for who you are,
Who put your needs before their own,
And most of all, who you can trust with anything.
It is through common interests,
That we are brought together,
And that connection,
Is the blood that
The Crime of Knowledge"Knowledge is power," they say.The Crime of Knowledge in Free Verse More Like This
Knowledge is pain:
Knowledge is the agony of knowing something is wrong to the core;
Yet it is still so widely done,
And you are still forced to do it.
Fighting and fighting, yet thrown to your knees
And nothing you say or do can appease
Them, your executioners,
The ones who say they love you,
But only because they want something from you.
Once I had everything, but
Knowledge has left me alone.
Playing the AngelPlaying the Angel:Playing the Angel in Free Verse More Like This
I do everything for you.
Watching my eyes turn red,
My soul turn black.
It's not so easy where I come from;
Doing so much good for you
Has done so much bad for me.
I'm not a saint,
I never pretended to be.
I'm not some mythical force for good,
Some epitome of light;
I am dark.
I am evil.
Yet for you I play the angel;
And the more I drag myself one way for you,
The more I'm sucked back in to where I belong.
Playing the Angel:
Everything I do for you, gone to waste.
Watching my eyes glow red,
My soul fade to black
As it turns to dirt, to smoke, to dust, to shadow, to nothing.
Playing the Angel
Is pain and suffering
(In various tempos).
RedI looked at the sky,Red in Free Verse More Like This
It was painted in red.
I gazed at the sea,
Overflowing with red.
I stared at my hands,
They were dripping red.
I noticed your eyes,
They were long since dead.
Always and ForeverYou told me you'd be thereAlways and Forever in Free Verse More Like This
When I needed you.
You told me you'd be there,
When I was alone.
Always and Forever.
Because I'm still lying here,
On the grass left of December,
Always and Forever.
You told me you'd be here
When I needed you.
I need to feel;
I need your touch.
Just touch me once and don't go away,
Hold me tight and don't let go.
Watch me die and stay awhile
Because I've seen you die a thousand times
It's stuck in my mind,
Stuck on rewind,
Always and Forever.
Because leaves are falling.
I'm still here,
I never left.
Just come back,
Just for a moment.
You told me you'd be here,
And that when this world of lies falls apart around me,
You'd be true
Always and Forever.
Because it's raining
And I haven't moved.
The skies are grey and black.
Oceans and rainbows are crashing around me,
But all I can do is reach into nothing
For a touch.
December is here.
It spawned a monster
And now I'm buried in snow.
Buried in what I
TonightTonightTonight in Free Verse More Like This
I want you.
I need you.
Make the pain go away.
Make me forget.
Maybe this way
Maybe the night won't seem as long,
The days as empty.
Devour me with your love
So that I can forget that I love her.
End it tonight.
Stuck in a day (payphone/yesterday)Yesterday,Stuck in a day (payphone/yesterday) in Free Verse More Like This
Always stuck in yesterday.
You live in today
looking forward to tomorrow,
And I'm stuck with yesterday's plans,
Do you remember the coffee house we hung out at,
The one with the giant PCs that made those funny noises,
Dial-Up kept the world together, for 50 cents an hour.
I'm still trying to dial you with the payphone outside.
It's a Starbucks now, and it has free wi-fi.
Following the plans we made,
Hoping that there's still a bridge left out there,
A way for us to be together again.
It's hard to remember those days,
Remember what we were like;
It was 12 years ago.
But I haven't forgotten,
It's like it just happened:
Stuck in my own time,
Unable to accept that you're not here with me.
It's too late, you said,
too late for us.
But it wasn't.
12 years later you won't even try,
Wasting time and burning bridges.
Now I'm lost, alone, and with nothing left.
counting on you to to come back to me.
I've waited 12 years and I'll wait 12 more,
It's all jus
Sonnet IDark glasses asideSonnet I in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That you might see my eyes -
At a breakfast of baked sunlight,
Filling and spilling,
As photons in rage;
Aging us one day at a time,
One cell at a time,
Split, one at a time -
Til we're glowing with growing
As stars feeding stars,
Our bones aching with breaking
To keep up with our hearts.
Pulling pairs of pulses dictate
Chemical vehicles, blind interstate,
And you, just as bright
In the dark as the light.
Not passively, as some stars
Who simply twinkle with the menial -
Instead, bursting; beating close,
Smiling easy with eyes closed.
With what tools would I be suited
To extract you?
Stolen, as only human thoughts can steal -
Separate, as we were built to feel -
Some silly certainty that
Our disparateness is real.
But no, not us,
We seem to know better:
Wrapped up in a feeling resembling forever.
So close, as to become unintelligible;
As given as your breath in my lungs.
As trippingly as the love songs being sung,
Ecstatic and free
From the tips of our tongues.
Rest My Sweetest DarlingSweetest little dragon child, with a tiny broken wingRest My Sweetest Darling in Free Verse More Like This
For you it is a solemn song that we are made to sing.
Your parents fought to save you, but here it is you lie
My sweetest little dragon child, why did you have to die?
There are no words to capture grief, nor the mourning in our hearts
I never thought that we were meant to be easily torn apart...
No pain in life could have ever prepared us, for the pain we faced today
My child I wish you could hear the words that we truly long to say
We wish we could have taught you, about the flowers in the spring
We wish we could have showed you, the homes of our kin...
We wish we could have loved you, and watched you fly away
But in this cold and clammy cave is where you have to stay
We'll lay you down to rest for now, so just dream of better times
Your mother and I will be the ones to atone for our crimes
Sleep for now and rest yourself for you needn't ever rise
We will stay and watch you drift away, before our very eyes...
"My dearest Mideen
They Told UsThey Told Us:They Told Us in Free Verse More Like This
They told us we weren't artists,
They said that we're just puttin' words on paper...
They told us we wouldn't make it,
Because language isn't unique...
Ta hell with them all I say,
Because I know tha truth they seek ta hide.
We're treated like third-rate artists.
Our hands can't create magical pictures,
We can't create comics ta make people laugh,
Or emotive portraits ta make em cry...
But what they don't see is tha title,
What they don't see is tha description,
They don't even see tha comments or replies!
They look only at themselves,
And at tha talent they seem ta proclaim.
It's like starin' at an old english aristocrat,
Ignorin' us simply because we're farmers.
But what they don't see are the words.
Words used ta give a picture context.
Withou' a title, a picture is just a mix of colours and lines.
Who could understand an image, withou' a title?
If art alone suffices, why not let every piece be nameless?
I'll tell ya the truth, separated from the
Wings of DespairWings of Despair:Wings of Despair in Free Verse More Like This
A momentary glance toward the birds in the sky;
Makes me feel like I am soaring; with a hope to fly.
But the chilling winds that wrap me, reflect the cold of this day
And the icy frost that batters me, chips me away...
It drains the very breath from me, as though the ice is locked within
I feel my hope is fading again; like a jar of captured wind...
Where once my will was strong and boundless; now it sits on broken wastes
I must admit this crushing despair, it feels as bad as it tastes....
From the moment that I acquired them, these were ugly tattered wings
They were made from my despair, and bound in bitter strings....
Like permanent fixtures, of sorrows and tears;
They are laced with poison, and embedded fears....
On the edge of my sanity, I hear the voices keening;
These are lives that are lost while the creature is breathing...
It's a snippet of darkness, a shard of me!
A hidden part that you will never se
Hardwork v.s. TalentHardwork v.s. Talent:Hardwork v.s. Talent in Philosophical More Like This
In this world, hard work is everything. As ridiculous as it may sound, it is indeed a fact that cannot be ignored. Whilst the existence of geniuses or natural prodigies cannot be discounted as a mere anomaly of fate, it is also incorrect for us to believe that we cannot surpass them in our own way. The fact that some people appear to be more skilled at a particular task is simply the illusion of 'best fit'.
If a hundred people were asked to write poetry, some would be good and some would be bad. If the same hundred were asked to play sports, some would be good and some would be bad. Even if we take into account the fact that some individuals are 'well-rounded', even they will have an eventual weakness.
The problem then stems from one's ability to convert talent into something marketable as a job. For example, a talent in riding a unicycle can allow one to be an entertainer, but a talent in being able to find the best way to grope a person, is likely to get
Fear the Dragon CallA storm of lighting breaks the sky as the dragons begin to stir and wakeFear the Dragon Call in Free Verse More Like This
Their roar will thunder across the mountains as the very earth will shake
These ancient beasts of might and magic, are fury and strength personified!
How many of you will remember the days when we were told to hide?
Our mothers would wrap us in special blankets and calm us down with song
We would cower in holes like tiny rats whilst our parents acted strong
The Dragon would burn our homes away and all would turn to dust and ash
Our entire lives would be swallowed up! In a single crimson flash...
It used to be a time of darkness, where a man would live in constant fear
Yet we have found a special way, to protect the lives that we hold dear
My friends I must now present to you the warriors of the Chosen Eight
A group of our honoured champions, who will slay the beasts we hate!
Now they ride for the Volcanic Wastes where the Dragon call has sounded!
Before the beast can stand its ground they will have it fully surrou
A Glass of Total PoisonA Glass of Total Poison:A Glass of Total Poison in Free Verse More Like This
This is an issue very close to my heart, so I'll be putting it into rhyme:
Hang on a moment, STOP!
And think in the frame,
You pickin' up that glass,
With a hint of disdain.
Knocking back the shots,
One, two, nine, twenty!
You're pukin' in the alley,
And the scent is heavy!
Every moment that you pass off as some fun,
It's like you're playing tag at the point of a gun!
I'm sick and tired,
Watching you sink into despair.
Your life is in the gutter,
But you're already there!
Now how do you escape this,
What is the truth?
You're blinded by the lies,
That you think is the proof!
You lookin' down into the glass...
At a demon and it may be your last!
You better start waking,
To the smell of your breath,
Or the alcohol WILL,
Be the reason for death...
"There is no such thing, as a good poison..."
-Chen Yuan Wen, 21st February 2012
Oh No I Know A Dirty WordOh No I Know A Dirty Word:Oh No I Know A Dirty Word in Free Verse More Like This
Oh me, oh my, these are dirty words
How low-class, vulgar and simply absurd
You must be a thug, you've no sense of style
Let me sip some tea that was made erstwhile
I shall proceed to comment about who you are
and pointlessly engage you in a mental spar
I must prove my point to be whole you see
for the protection of the word is a duty to me
See I love to pretend that I'm someone pure
Never dirtied a sentence or darkened a door
It's like I'm holy and utterly clean
So don't take my tone as being mean
I'm simply trying to help you right?
Let me show you how to be a snob on sight
Never use the language meant for 'boobs'
do you realise it's a synonym for a gormless rube?
Ah ha! You didn't, that means I'm right
My intellect wins; have you seen the light?
Oh my, what are you doing, that knife looks sharp
Eek! Help! You're stabbing my heart!
And that is why I killed him your honour...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 4th September 2012
Memories of WarMemories of War:Memories of War in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
What is this long-lost memory inside?
Where oceans turn; what have we left behind
With star-burned wings out above the sky.
The sleeping sons are lovingly left to lie...
A thousand tears you've cried for all,
Now its time for you to fall!
Will you open up the door,
To the future we ignore?
Are you simply lying broken,
From the memory awoken;
Are you simply living lies,
Bitter taste with ropes you tie...
And the world will soon forget.
Fill my heart with this regret?
For the victims written in stone.
Unspoken sin you now atone...
Yeah I've seen this world where we livin' in pain,
Wrap my body round with chain.
Now we both know we be broken;
Give this man his smokin' token.
Held up guns with both his hands;
Not a boy he's cause he's a man.
Order comes by a suit and hand.
Will you flee or will you stand?
This is a memory of our war,
Of all the things that we can't ignore.
And staying blind to the cries of pain...
Will lonely ashes be what remai
I Believe In YouI Believe In You:I Believe In You in Free Verse More Like This
You feel like things have gone into the ground
When everything is gone and crashing down.
You took your pain and tried to make it end
But give me one more chance to hold your hand...
See I will believe it...
I know you're strong inside
Just try once to see it
You will believe that-
You will be alright,
And we are all here by your side
We'll take you through those painful days
We soar like birds and fly away hey!
You will know that we're here,
Cause when you open those eyes my dear;
We will all be here
We will all be here
We will all be here...
See once it was so hard to carry on,
But take my hand, my shoulder; we'll be strong.
Don't think about the things that are all behind,
Just look ahead and hearts will heal with time.
Yeah live and believe it
Cause I know you're strong inside
Just try once to see it;
You will believe that
You will be alright
And we are right here by your side
Throw away those painful days
Take a breath and step away hey!
Disconnect Yourself [Remix]Disconnect Yourself [REMIX]:Disconnect Yourself [Remix] in Free Verse More Like This
Is it so easy to pull your wire
Out from the inside?
(The kiss of Cyanide)
You drank the poison
And lived a lie
(That you could not deny)
Your mind was like stone
But then it started to break...
Now drifting helplessly
You shattered like glass
Knowing that you're fake...
The empty shell, that you grew
Has started to come undone...
Piece by piece
You're breaking apart; and it weighs a ton!
The wire inside me
The blood in my veins
(A memory of an ancient pain)
Knowing that I
Am nothing but a fake
(The self you cast away)
Dreaming of times
When the world was simple
Not simply made of masks...
You lost yourself
When you took a sip
From the horrid poison glass...
So face yourself in the mirror
And look the person in the eye
Can you disconnect yourself from this vision
Or will you be the first to die?
"I dare you, to pull the wire..."
-Chen Yuan Wen ft. Rue (Relic-Angel), 14th March 2012
Never AgainThe rain boy had sworn that he would never again smile. His eyes always soaked the oceans with tears from his past and his heart was always dark and locked to anyone who could try and help him. His world had become so bleak and dark, that he stood in rooms of people that were a blur past him and a guitar that just no longer played.Never Again in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
So when the sunshine girl met the rain boy, for a second, the world stood still. In that tiny little balcony, where there was only space for two, the sunshine girl asked the rain boy, "When was the last time you smiled?"
The rain boy was startled for a second at someone talking to him, but he answered anyway, "I think it was ten years ago."
"Is that because someone broke your heart?"
"It is because more than one person broke my heart."
"Oh." She paused for a moment, but looked up again, her eyes dancing like star like diamonds "Well, just because someone broke your heart, it doesn't mean that they should become the hero of your story."
Inside Out"I think I wear my soul inside out."Inside Out in Emotional More Like This
"My soul. It's inside out."
"That's a strange thing to say."
"I have all the symptoms though."
"And what are the symptoms of this disea-"
"It's not a disease."
"All right. What are the symptoms, then?"
"I care too much about all the wrong things, I worry about odd things, my heart breaks too easily and my brain feels a little too asymmetrical to the things that are supposed to be fun."
"You know parties and alcohol and normal things. Like that."
"Nothing. What do you care too much about?"
"Everything. Global warming. The whales. Aliens. Israel. Sarajevo. The Ozone-"
"I get it. Everything that counts and you can do nothing about by yourself."
"You sound cynical."
"You sound paranoid."
"It's just honest. What worries you?"
"The fact that you are too self involved to notice."
"If I disappear."
"You idiot. Ofcourse I will notice if you disappear. I'd not
Epiphany No. 289If I had known you before my heart had been broken once.Epiphany No. 289 in Free Verse More Like This
I would not have been the girl who you liked enough to say hello to.
If I had known you before my heart had been broken twice.
I would not have been the girl who understood your beautiful sad eyes.
If I had known you before my heart had broken thrice.
I would not have been the girl who felt your music in her sore heart.
If I had known you before my soul was ripped from me.
I would not have been the girl who appreciates you the way I do.
If I hadn't been damaged,
You would never have wanted to know me.
They say the universe works in mysterious ways.
And you, you are my mysterious way.
Opportunities"Please teach me." She asked him softly.Opportunities in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Teach you what?" He looked out of the window, shattered glass at his feet. Her face was looking down as she sat on her knees, studying a thousand of his reflections in the mirror like shards below. He seemed a little impatient. She didn't flinch at the annoyance in his voice.
Her eyes, the eyes of a moon nymph drowning, looking into his, the eyes of the sea god who was drowning her. "Teach me about life."
"What is life?" His voice broke slightly, and before it could be seen, he was looking out of his window again. "It is nothing but broken words, stolen from the lips of lovers that had been doomed a long time ago. It is a thousand poniards wedged in the heart of a man who cannot die. It is the black tar on the soul of a woman who cannot breathe." He laughed bitterly, "Life is nothing but an opportunist. It drains your soul. And all it ever offers us in return, are opportunities of sadness and hardship."
"It also gives us a time to be happy and
RivalryHis name is Jack. I know that usually, I don't disclose much to you. But Jack is someone I need to tell you about. I have known Jack my whole life. He's been a best friend to me when the concept of best friends was nothing but some candy, and who led the gang in the playground. Commitment was a pair of bicycles thrown on the lawn and a race to the spiced lemonade his mother made so well. When we were young, we knew we were going to conquer the world. The battle was always, who would conquer it first?Rivalry in Emotional More Like This
Jack's father was an alcoholic. I will never forget that rainy afternoon when I opened the door to find him standing there, rain soaked tears streaming down his face and a red, harsh welt across his cheek. We stood there for what seemed like hours. We didn't speak at all that day. And after that, he was a different person. You see, Jack never had any siblings. I was his last remnant of childhood, his rival playground leader and yes, maybe even his best friend.
It was just his mother and hi
Complicated"You know, personally speaking, I don't think you're really unwell at all."Complicated in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I'm sorry, are you the one who is sick or am I?"
"There is nothing wrong with you."
"Can you say that again?"
"I said, you aren't sick!"
"Whatever. The receptionist is calling me in, anyway."
"You're a hypochondriac."
"What?! Listen you-"
"Look, just go inside. I'm sure the doctor will say the same thing."
"So. What did the doctor say?"
"That it's complicated."
"Yeah. They need to run more tests and figure it out."
"You sound skeptical."
"You told him that you only get 'sick' in history class."
"And about how your heart races and your hands shake."
"And about how you can't sleep at night and you can't concentrate."
"Yes, yes, all of that, I told him everything I told you."
"Did you also happen to mention the boy who sits in front of you in that class?"
"What's that got to do with it?"
"Tell me something. Have you noticed
I loved herI loved her.I loved her in Free Verse More Like This
I still love her.
She's one of the best things
that's ever happened to me.
She changed me,
for good or bad,
I have no clue,
but she did.
I love holding her hand
I love just staring at her
I love her laugh
I don't care if people stare.
Being with her is just a great pleasure.
I love her voice
I love her hair
I love her smile
Without her, my life would be bleak
I don't know what I would do.
She means so much to me
I love her.
Over ThereFarther down the beachOver There in Free Verse More Like This
The sand is softer.
It shines in the night
A bright white.
Millions of grains,
Of just sand,
Seeing dark red blood in the middle
Recoiling at the sight.
Somebody died here.
Slowly a tear,
A hot tear falls,
then more and more.
Trying to forget
what has been seen.
Images burnt in the mind.
Wanting memories to vanish.
Not wanting to live any longer.
ViolinPlucking at the stringsViolin in Free Verse More Like This
Running my hands all over
Because they don't need to be open
Thinking of being alone
Playing my best
Just for the hell of it
Swaying back and forth
The sound vibrates in me
They all itch for more
I grab the bow
And start playing
The sounds are beautiful
My eyes still closed
My hands moving on their own
Knowing the right notes
Beautiful in sound
Yet sad, and darkening
NightmareA light breeze on my skin,Nightmare in Free Verse More Like This
happiness all around.
Tonight I won't drink any gin.
I've been found.
Running in the skies,
holding you close to me,
looking at your beautiful eyes.
I'm filled up with so much glee.
Dark clouds come over,
the lighting snared.
The dream has been altered.
I grip you, because I'm scared.
Rain pouring down,
But we'll drown,
we must avoid the bay.
We're driven to the ocean though,
we keep on running.
In the ocean we go, and it's a deathblow.
The water is so chilling.
The DevilI stand in cold, shocking water tonight.The Devil in Free Verse More Like This
My black hair long, wavering in the wind.
Here, alone in darkness, where there is no light.
In this loneliness, the devil has grinned.
Sadness pierces my soul, what have I done?
Tonight I have made my sin loving him.
The devil whispers in my ear, "Have fun."
My heart breaks, tears filled up to the brim.
I thrash about, distancing myself from the Devil.
Though, he takes me back into his embrace.
He grins wickedly, being a revel.
He turns me around, and I see his face.
His eyes a pitch black, and his breath vile.
The bodies behind him rise in a pile
SickWhat's wrong with me?Sick in Free Verse More Like This
Why must I cut and bleed?
my mind has been poisoned
It doesn't know what to do.
Why do I hate myself?
Why am I fat?
Is my body really that bad.
Must be, 'cause it's not like yours.
Why must I be unique?
Why can't I just blend in,
why not just be normal?
It would be a lot nicer.
Why must I be sick?
Just because I don't believe the same thing.
Because I take a knife to my skin.
Because I don't act like you.
Stay AliveAs the sun shines down on her hair Stay Alive in Free Verse More Like This
her hair which is no longer golden,
but blackened by her thoughts,
by her evil actions
She feels the warmth,
however, she is still cold,
frozen on the inside,
feeling no love.
though very sadly,
and her bright blue eyes,
which use to shine,
are now dark blue and always looking down.
Slowly, her heart still beats.
Still keeping her alive
if that's what you could call it.
FallenThe feather falls down to the ground,Fallen in Free Verse More Like This
when it hits the ground, however,
there is no sound.
He sits on the edge, looking out over to the city, with the sun going down already.
his black wings are ruined,
hot, stinging tears fall down from his light blue eyes,
but it's alright, he's no longer burdened.
He looks up to the darkened skies.
When can he go back?
He already knows that.
But even he can have dreams.
Even if he is damned and he belongs in Hell,
giving up everything, just so she would no longer cry and scream,
was worth more than the universe, and he'd suffer through the spell.
He'd do anything for her,
She's the only reason why he chose to leave.
The love for her so powerfully strong, and sure,
he could've stayed, but then he would've grieved.
Standing up tall, and proud,
wiping away the tears,
he falls back to the ground,
being crushed by all his fears.
During the NightShe likes the nightDuring the Night in Free Verse More Like This
being surrounded by darkness
in the silence
with no one around and barely any light.
with the moonlight on her face
She walks to the cemetery.
Being near the dead,
makes her feel alive.
Being wierd doesn't bother her,
Talking to the dead isn't unusual,
Cutting herself is almost natural.
She doesn't belong in the real world.
No one likes her,
She doesn't want to live.
Often she goes to the grave of her boyfriend
She cries over him,
and then grabs her favorite charm
A lucky charm she would call it
Though others would call it a charm of the devil
A flash of lightning hits and she see's her razor
The razor which she stole,
The razor she use's to kill her soul,
The razor that shall end her life.
A few deep cuts in the right places will do the trick.
The only problem is,
can she kill herself?
My choiceMy head pounds,My choice in Free Verse More Like This
I close my eyes,
Darkness surrounds me,
I have made this choice.
I could easily turn back,
No one said I couldn't.
It's only a matter of putting the knife down.
Put it down and it's all over.
But somehow, something deep down inside me says I should go on.
That I should cut my precious skin, and make it bleed,
Torturing myself to make all the pain go away.
It makes no sense, it never has, but somehow this seems to help.
The pleasure I get from hurting myself is, different, indeed.
It's not like the pleasure you get when being kissed,
Or when you've eaten something sweet,
Or even when you've got a blanket on and the world has seemed to stop.
No, this is a disease.
Something that has gone wrong with me.
I'm not like I use to be.
Don't try to help me, I don't want your pity.
Leave me be,
Ignore me if you must,
walk by me and pretend I'm a ghost,
because, honestly, your just to much for me to handle.