SmileWear a smile;Smile in Concrete Poetry More Like This
it matches your dress...
because a frown,
just says "regret."
The perfect smile.
The perfect speak.
The perfect keep
failure for the weak.
So keep bright eyes,
and cherry-red grins.
Hide away all
your guilty sins...
The moment you pull away
that mask made of skin,
the world will cease spinning,
a living hell to begin.
Girl UnkownHer skin clings to bone,Girl Unkown in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
No muscle, no fat,
The corpse of Girl Unknown.
Her fingers, skeletal,
Cling to my throat...
This nightmare familiar.
Her touch sends fire,
And ice cold burns
Radiate from sapphire.
A muster of courage—
I show her the stone,
Ensuring my safe passage.
Enraged, but frightened,
She let’s loose, her grip.
I am strengthened.
I smirk as she sloths away,
Into the darkness,
Where she should stay.
The corpse of Girl Unknown
No muscle, no fat,
Let dust collect on her bones.
InkLook at your pen,Ink in Free Verse More Like This
as it scrawls your heart onto paper.
Your mind has produced these
perfect words and now-
the world can see them, too.
Look at it, love.
Loot at what you've created.
Soak in its beauty, and know
that, that beauty lies within you.
No one could ever create what you have.
Your mind is your personal wonderland,
and no one will ever steal it from you.
You've thought your thoughts,
and you've written these words.
Whoever reads them now,
they've seen a piece of you.
I hear you, dear.
You say, "But they're just words..."
You're right, love. Just words.
But they're your words,
and that makes them beautiful.
You've strung these thoughts together,
and now you've turned words
into art, lovely art, to be enjoyed.
You've put words together~
meaningful words that will pull
at someone's heartstrings...
So look at your pen,
and smile, love. Smile.
She SaidMaybe it won't go away, she said.She Said in Free Verse More Like This
Maybe it won't end.
Maybe you'll go on out your life;
Maybe you'll always wonder.
You can't just shake it off, she said.
You can't make yourself forget.
You can't shut down your heart;
You can't by yourself, she said.
One day you'll be grown, she said.
One day you'll look back.
One day it might make sense;
Some days it still won't.
Make a choice, she said.
Make it count.
Make yourself better.
Make him a ghost of the past.
But what if, I said,
but what if I can't?
But what if I cry?
But what if I die?
She said, look to God.
She said, look to me.
She said a lot of things
that she didn't really mean.
RouletteTalking to youRoulette in Free Verse More Like This
is like Russian Roulette.
Questions in hand,
with answers like bullets.
You could say yes or
you could say no...
But I'll never know.
Cowards like me
don't risk it all
on Russian Roulette.
Cowards like me
don't ask questions
when we're afraid of
Bring a GuitarJust pack up the car,Bring a Guitar in Free Verse More Like This
bring a guitar;
we'll be a two man,
on the run band.
Play the strings,
and I'll just sing;
Chasing the sun,
until the day's done...
Yeah pack up the car,
and bring your guitar.
Play me a harmony
so that my melody
can go straight to your heart...
So pack up the car...
and don't forget your guitar...
Run.You say this will work,Run. in Free Verse More Like This
but how can you possibly know?
I can't let you hold me;
I can't let you get close...
You'll try too hard and I
will run. Far, far away.
I'll tell you much too much
or perhaps not nearly enough,
and you will run away too.
You think you know my being,
but you haven't seen anything.
You do not know my mind,
my soul, my darkest thoughts...
You do not see what lies
behind my deceiving smile.
And if I can help it....
... you never will.
So say this will work,
when you don't know a thing.
I won't let you hold me.
I won't let you get close.
I will simply wait...
until one of us runs.
ForeverThere's this boy I know,Forever in Free Verse More Like This
who used to seem so small...
And now he's grown
into such a fine young man.
He isn't the boy I knew.
He's grown so tall now,
he towers mountains o'er me...
Oh how he's grown
into something altogether new.
He isn't the boy I knew.
He jokes every now and then,
how we'll grow up, get married...
Look how we've grown
into these beautiful people.
He isn't the boy I knew.
The boy I knew never
knew how to speak so much...
Hear how he's grown
with each and every groan.
He isn't the boy I knew.
The boy I knew sang songs
and whistled wide-eyed...
Now he's grown into
self confidence and worth.
He isn't the boy I knew.
I do not miss the boy I knew.
This man I now know...
He's going to grow
into a husband someday...
He isn't the boy I knew.
body and soulI feel as thoughbody and soul in Free Verse More Like This
my soul left
for a bit,
took a vacation
from my body,
and has now
fresh and new
nothing but joy.
But my body
the joy the
souls yearns for
so my soul
inside my mind
to partake in
but my body
my soul these things
until a much later
date. I fear
my soul may
to find its
joy and while it
is gone my body
will yearn for
joy again but
it will be too late
for my soul will
departed on its
SongbirdMy world is flipped,Songbird in Free Verse More Like This
My wings are clipped,
Never allowed to fly.
A cage of bronze,
Adorn with fronds,
And painted like the sky.
Tirelessly I call my friends,
To no avail, I condescend,
The life I live is a lie.
They think I sing,
By the notes I bring,
The fools I lead awry.
They poke and prod,
And offer laud,
For a show of song supply.
Day by day I sing,
And wait for the healing of wings
For my final act I defy,
A songbird I am,
With a battering ram,
I will be free,
so I sing you goodbye.
straw soldiersBranches for bones,straw soldiers in Free Verse More Like This
So easy to break,
Straw for a body,
In the wind we quiver and quake.
No one to trust,
Over time we befriend the crows,
We know many like us,
But we stand solitary in the rows.
The only ones there to defend,
In the chill wind we creak and groan,
But so easily we break and bend.
Yet no-one hears our desperate moan.
Our strengths are transparent,
Because we only have few.
We grew weaker,
As those we defend grew.
Overgrown by weeds,
We are no longer needed,
Stored away with the seeds,
While our crops get depleted.
Broken WallsPain and depression is what would come,Broken Walls in Free Verse More Like This
Being hurt was not something I’d succumb (to),
Walls were constructed to block out the anguish,
To block out the ache, the injury, the languish.
I built up thick armor and hauled a heavy shield,
But never before had I encountered such a strong magnetic field.
Strategic fortifications crumbled and broke,
More and more each time we spoke.
Defenseless and open, there I stood,
Never before have I understood,
Any time the heart calls,
Even the strongest barriers fall.
Rainy DayWalking home together listening to a love song,Rainy Day in Free Verse More Like This
Hand in hand as we try to sing along,
Clouds overhead look quite grey,
But that's just how we'd hope it is today,
For soon the rain begins to pour,
We don't even try to get indoors,
And our heartbeats begin to race,
As I lean in towards your face,
We lock eyes in what we know is bliss,
And in the rain, together we kiss.
Seperate but TogetherEvery time I dream,Seperate but Together in Free Verse More Like This
Every time we talk,
You sew up a broken seam,
On my once broken heart.
I long to hold your hand,
Or meet you one on one,
Do all the stuff we’ve planned,
And wish the days and nights are never done.
Forever I could look into your eyes,
Be with you through lows and highs,
Stay by you late at night,
And always hug you tight.
For you, it’s only right.
True GoldYou're dazzling to the eye,True Gold in Free Verse More Like This
A figure made of gold,
Perfect in all you try,
So luxurious and bold.
You want to be one,
To fit in with the rest,
Achieving gold is fun,
Letting you be the best.
You will not rust,
You will not break,
You are material we can trust,
There are many hits you can take.
But I see through your lies,
The metal that never gets old,
The metal that never dies,
But like all metals...you are cold.
hot and coldIn my mind there lies a fire.hot and cold in Free Verse More Like This
staying warm yet cold and dire.
My melting thoughts have frozen over.
making room for new exposure.
Seeing things a different way.
Breaking chains, I'm back for another day.
April Fools poem (Night before christmas)'Twas the morning of April fools, and I'm typing byte by byte,April Fools poem (Night before christmas) in Free Verse More Like This
of how i spent planning today through last night;
The traps were set around the house with care,
as I wait and see how the unsuspecting victim will fare;
Five hours until the sun arises,
so long to wait for the many fun surprises;
Friends beware us pranksters are here to stay,
but please try and have,
an awesome April Fools Day!
II am the thought engine. Thinking of things and all possible outcomes and causes.I in Free Verse More Like This
I am the plague that courses through my veins, poisoning my mind and crippling my action.
I am the flow of calming ideas that everything is okay and that things will work out.
I am the disappointment that follows that false flow.
I am the friend that helps me through things.
I am the happiness that ensues when good things happen, yet I am the entity that is surrounded by the happiness and luck of others; not within its own aura.
I am both the broken chain, and the being that broke it.
I am me.
A Raven's CrimeTo sit down amidst,A Raven's Crime in Free Verse More Like This
The meaningless mists,
Mindless of the morrow.
Flap the wings,
With eyes like rings,
Green amongst the soot.
A sign of treachery afoot.
Atop the perch,
Around we search,
For darkness soon to swallow,
Barren bodies bounce and lurch,
An empty sort of hollow.
Red roses frozen in time,
Violets black and ill,
Feelings become sublime,
Placidly commit a ravens crime,
To watch a soul crumple and be still.
Burned to a crisp,
Leaving but a whisp,
Of dying smoke,
Hues of grey,
Fulfill my day,
At last I have awoke.
Shatterglass by eight 0f heartsShatterglass by eight 0f hearts in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It had survived things that no mug should have had to endure.
It had been dropped off cliffs, plunged into radioactive water, used to hold questionable substances and once travelled several hundred kilometres after Pilot tied a helium balloon to it. It had been thrown at Snippy countless times. It had suffered the indignity of being sat on by Engie after the Captain left it lying on a chair.
It had never been washed in its life.
But in the end, all it took was one little nudge, and the mug the great, glorious mug was reduced to a few shards of broken ceramic and a spatter of sad-looking tea.
It happened like this:
They were seated around the kitchen table in their current place of residence. "Kitchen", of course, is taken very broadly here there was no ceiling, nor were there any kitchen appliances; it was, in fact, merely a ramshackle table in the middle of an empty room.
Today's lunch consisted of cold baked beans which was quite the delicacy considering t
AtAInterview transcriptAtAInterview transcript in Articles & Interviews More Like This
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Welcome to ASKtheARTIST. My name is *thefluffyshrimp and today I have
Snippy - Poem of DoomSnippy - Poem of Doom in Free Verse More Like This
Oh Captain, my Captain! I say it to mock,
You're lucky as hell but to me you're a c***.
Please spare me the missions, I've no head for heights,
Balloons and big lists lead me only to blights.
Evading the probes of an alien race,
Then having to witness your > : ( angry face...
But what choice have I? I'm involved in these fights,
With Cancerous space-monsters full of red sprites,
And Lemonade weirdos and God knows what next,
Just how can you stay so serene and unvexed?
What price should I pay for your simple delights,
Be eaten by whales after soiling my whites?
I know you won't listen, but you'll come unstuck,
And one of these days you'll run right out of luck,
Your empire will fall, and your ego besides,
It's karma for sure, like the turn of the tides,
And then I will lol, sitting in my own muck,
Coz after all this I just won't give a f***.
HopeHope:Hope in Free Verse More Like This
She waits for him
at the gates that stood when even the world crumbled
knowing that her own name will soon be forgotten
Where once she carried the weight of the world
now her strength is but the tiniest whisper
A single spark, left to crackle amongst the shades
until all is lost in the endless folds of time
It's getting colder
though she still continues to stand by the gates
She is getting older
and thus her memories must fade...
Angels gather to watch her in these final moments
and they bow their heads as a sign of respect
For even now, as the life leaves her body
Still she continues to wait...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 27th July 2012
DelusionDelusion:Delusion in Free Verse More Like This
You've covered yourself with blankets
Like you're hiding from the bogey man.
You're so enraptured with your own ego
That you reject the helping hand!
You twisted what was a friendly gesture
And called it your very right.
Now it's time for you to fade away
Into the bitter cold of night.
I'm about to show you reality
So stay tuned and watch me work.
I'll paint you a vivid picture
That'll give your heart a jerk...
See you thought you should be top side;
Basking in the morning glory
But you're sitting in a filthy sewer
This is your fucking story.
When first you stepped upon the crowds;
Like a sea of angry sharks
They rose upon a swelling wave
And sent you somewhere dark.
Bleeding, chopped and mutilated
Hung like a chunk of rotting meat...
Just give up on your diginity
And accept your own defeat.
"You look so beautiful, when you're crying..."
-Chen Yuan Wen, 16th April 2012
Immortal ButterflyImmortal Butterfly:Immortal Butterfly in Free Verse More Like This
I remember the Immortal Butterfly
Translucent wings that drank from the sky
Glittering dust would fall with every flap
Like warm tears dripped upon my tiny back
I would always chase this butterfly
as it makes its way across the sky
When I look I feel as though I can forget
The painful needles that twist into my back
I would always dream of this butterfly
and I wonder if I could ride it and fly in the sky
When I dream about it, I don't regret
Not being able to leave this tiny bed
Sometimes I can't see the butterfly
My vision turns grey like a stormy sky
I get scared during those times, because it makes me think
Of how everything could fade, before my eyes can blink
I remember when you first brought me this butterfly
You said you plucked it right out of the sky
Did you know it was the first thing that made me smile?
I'll tell you that story, so let me rest awhile...
I love...this little butterfly
It gave me dreams...of a beautiful sky
Although it was somethi
The Way We LiveThe Way We Live:The Way We Live in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
We all have our own little struggles;
Pushing on forward as the tragedies double.
A life led with pain and exhaustion too immense,
I'm pushing down walls as my muscles go tense.
But these are the words that you'll never hear me spit.
I'd never say I'm 'giving up' or if I should 'quit'.
I'm really freaking stupid so just tell it to my face,
And even then I'd never give up the right to race.
I'm like a lone arrow drawn and shot from a bow,
Blustered by the winds of all the things I don't know.
I'd never figure out if I'd reach the final mark,
But I know that I'd never lose my glowing inner spark.
And that's all it takes just to keep this body going.
With calloused hands in this ocean I'm still rowing
Searching for some land out amidst a sea of black;
A wandering gypsy bearing burdens on his back.
- Chen Yuan Wen, 14th January 2013
To Save A PrincessTo Save A Princess:To Save A Princess in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In most of the stories, whether old or new
It is usually the knight that saves the maiden
But reality is never as sweet as that
And often the truth gets slightly misshapen
But this is a story about the truth;
A tale of Pirates who aided the King
Though most would credit his honoured knights
We know they didn't do a thing...
Instead what happened is an epic story
For it began on a night when the moon was full
The Pirates slipped from their hallowed ship
Like wolves cloaked in wool
They hid amongst the jagged rocks
And called like birds to communicate
The soldiers thought they were hearing things
Until they began to hallunicate...
Visions of frightening ghosts and shades
Covered their eyes and sent them screaming
They clawed at their faces and toppled to the ground;
They woke the camp with their horrid keening
The ground was alive with running footsteps
Yet soldiers began to fall like snow
In panic their ears could not hear the sound
Of the rifle
Overcome your Writer's BlockOvercome your Writer's Block:Overcome your Writer's Block in Free Verse More Like This
If you want to deal with writer's block
the plan is simple, tickty-tock
Give in to madness, go insane
search for words in the midst of rain
When you hit the wall on its painted face
with your fingers and knees you'll find a trace
The secret passage that will lead you through
or perhaps you might be eaten by a grue...
Back to the rhymes that I use to explain
If you try to go forward it will be in vain
So try a new direction, upward or down
Left or right maybe Charlie Brown?
There are no limits except in your mind
Now do a google search and what do you find?
A pond of ideas now stagnant and brown
I threw in Jay Sean and he went down down down
But I digress and let me wind back
If you focus on the dot then the screen will turn black
and a screamer pops out, you've had a really good fright
are my metaphors putting up a really good fight?
Let me put it simply, in english plain:
A good writer isn't one who forces his brain
Order and stru
This is for the ReaderThis is for the Reader:This is for the Reader in Free Verse More Like This
With the soft touch of his fingers
The piano begins to play, a heart untouched for so long
Bares its secret melody...
When I first started out I couldn't avoid just bein' cold
My life revolved the things that I was always told
I never knew the warmth of standing up to take a bow
It was not a joy that I would ever-ever be allowed
Through all the days I feared that everything would disappear
You held me up and held me close like I was something dear
I never knew I had a part of me that you would like
I guess that's what you feel when you can't even see the light
So this is the only way, that I can
Properly express my thanks
For everything you've done for me
This my way of thanks
My way of thanks
My way of thanks
I can't remember how many times I said I'd quit the game
It felt like I was hitting blocks and always feeling lame
But then you taught me that no matter what, you were here
You read the worst of my works and put
This is All About YouThis Is All About You:This is All About You in Free Verse More Like This
Most people giving you advice, might take a quote from a book
Most people giving you advice, have never had a real look
So from someone who's been watching, let me lay my heart bare
I want to show you all the special things, about the girl for whom I care
She always does her very best, no matter how tough the task
Even when she's struggling, she puts on a brave mask
She's always trying to learn new things, just for a chance to make you proud
She can be a little bit quiet, but I think that's better than being loud
She's not the very best in sports, I know she can be kind of a klutz
But she smiles and goes on anyway, now that takes a lot of guts...
She gets embarassed pretty easily and gets far too nervous to talk
But I know she'd like it if we held hands, whenever we went for a walk
She doesn't need a lot of pretty things, she just wants someone who cares
I bet she'd like to have someone, whom she knew would always be there
I remember when she tried to cook
Self Righteous SuicideSelf Righteous Suicide:Self Righteous Suicide in Free Verse More Like This
In a cold world,
That has long denied the light.
As we walk alone at night.
As we dream of endless death,
As we choke away our breath.
Tormented by our dreams.
None shall hear our screams.
A taste that is sickly sweet...
Let me end,
For hope I shall not meet...
"Why should we alone cry, when angels deserve to die?"
-Chen Yuan Wen, 24th February 2012
Graduation DayGraduation Day:Graduation Day in Free Verse More Like This
They told us we would be alright...
We had fought with honour and won our titles.
We had overcome trials together -
Watching dozens of our siblings fall in the line of duty.
For this they had promised us, a wondrous welcome;
A bountiful world of adventure, with a myriad of paths.
All this, they said, awaited us in the stone cities.
Large metropolises, where the working folk resided...
There were hundreds of us, who made that journey.
Walking miles across the scorching desert,
Clinging to a hope of the fortunes beyond.
Yet what awaited us was not a promised land -
Nor was it a life based on the merit we had earned...
Instead we found ourselves quarantined,
Pitching tents of inexperience-
Huddling together for comfort and warmth;
As the great gates of employment stood eerily silent.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 18 June 2013
Hero ComplexI bartered my soul awayHero Complex in Free Verse More Like This
For the boy with wolf eyes
He locked me behind his teeth
He carved snake bites into my lips
And tore apart the gilded edges of my lashes
In an endeavor to uncover some semblance of my siren words
He broke apart my ribs in an attempt
To find my landmine heart
Which held no sound
She wrote of love on bathroom stallsThere’s something raw and organicShe wrote of love on bathroom stalls in Free Verse More Like This
About the way the human body
Arches and flexes and quivers
In the quiet darkness
Where pants and gasps
Fill the air with a charged pulse
The way the arms curve around the neck
And the flesh pulls against the skin
Taut, bend, flex
There is something honest
About the way
The body does not lie
The toes curl and the hips sway
When the silence is met like a lover
It’s just so fucking real, you know?
The shapes, the curves
Convex, concave then convex
The smearing of the lips
And resistance of the flesh
Whether they be between bed sheets or parked cars
The body lies writhing
The pulse, the sweat and curve of the waist
These are not the musings of the body
But the manifestations of the soul
A mermaid stole my bonesI want to deteriorate into the ocean and feel the wavesA mermaid stole my bones in Free Verse More Like This
Break over my spine
Because I’ve learnt through trial and error
That holding my breath only makes my heart beat faster
And plain white pills do nothing to soothe
The anxiety sewn deep within my bones
The bitter aftertaste still lingers in the back of my throat
much like the feeling
of her breath in my lungs
My chest bumps like a drier with shoes in itlately i've come to feelMy chest bumps like a drier with shoes in it in Free Verse More Like This
like a leap of days that didn't happen
nor had the right to exist,
in the first place.
i can’t help the diffraction of my
veins straining against
the sticky membrane of my skin;
as though they are trying
to reach the sky,
they splinter and groan
under the graceless movements
of my limbs.
i search for cracks beneath
prodding and poking
trying to dissect myself with the
precision of shaky hands numbed
by alcohol and one too many painkillers;
i am the surgeon of my own disaster
attempting to reassemble
those caved in xylems.
i tried desperately to
resurrect those broken stems
i gave them a transfusion with my
and offered up my own
trachea to try and let them breathe;
but i suppose some things,
much like people,
refuse to be
perhaps the dead should
To the boy who cried bitchi.To the boy who cried bitch in Free Verse More Like This
That’s what you called me
The second time we spoke
You said I glittered
But the gold had long since then
Left the contours
Of my jaws
that I don’t know how to
I am a diffracted spectrum
That knows no bounds
you said I reminded you
of your abusive uncle
and you tried to seek solace and safety
in a girl who belonged to no one
I will not say sorry
for being unable
to your ideals
you called me a bitch
since i've known you
6 of which
I know that I am far too static
I lack tact and often
Leave a bitter taste in your mouth
And in all honesty
Apathetic to your whining
I pointed it out to you when we first met
Find another shoulder
To cry on
For she is the girl with the wildflower heart beatCapsizing oceans breaking over her red queen smileFor she is the girl with the wildflower heart beat in Free Verse More Like This
Know the answers to where secret gardens grow
Behind flaming thorns and rusting knights
Lie dormant stars waiting to split open and spew over her ribs
In order to make constellations out of her lion breaths
Palms scratching the skies to find the sun
Behind the fluorescent sounds of steel birds and empty raindrops
She colors in her retinas to rid the world of shades of grey
She blooms like wildflowers aching for scorched storms
She is summer veins and dandelion heartstrings
Whispering stories to the wolves at her door
Because fairy tales are just myths and there’s rarely a happy ending
But she spins gold from words and sets them off to sea
Where mermaids and sirens cradle the shoreline
Of her eyes
on seeking solace in strangersAnd she felt like homeon seeking solace in strangers in Free Verse More Like This
her arms gave
way to the sand
castle of her
i loved her for it
she was a dragon
of a girl
beneath her eyes
from the corners
of her lips
like a faulty tap
to me she was beautiful
like those obscure
lapses in time
at 3.25 AM
with her legs
stretched across the
smoking my cigarettes
as she let her words
into the quiet
s p a c e s
she still sparkled
with this rebellious
twinkle in her eyes
and those eyes
they felt like home
all the doors
Liquor is one way out an'death's the other The art of growing up,Liquor is one way out an'death's the other in Free Verse More Like This
is to pour shots of whiskey
into your coffee in the morning
to make it through
when all you want to do
is lie in bed
but there’s nothing
A half visible mirage rots in broad daylightI think I fell down a holeA half visible mirage rots in broad daylight in Free Verse More Like This
That was six feet too deep
And I don’t know
If I want to climb out anymore
Because it’s so wonderful down here where the stars
No longer hold meaning
And voices can no longer be heard
Over the sound of decaying matter
Waiting to be recycled
MurdocX2D - A big tour ch 15The morning after was horrible. It was like everyone had a hangover. Well at least Murdoc had a real hang over. He always drank so much. The others wondered if he's organs had started to rot by this time. Russel had spent the whole last day on his room talking to Del. His best friend could always help him with problems and cheer him up. Russel missed the time when his friend still lived. Noodle had sleep so bad that she almost couldn't keep her eyes open. 2D had lots of problem with keeping himself calm. He had spent the half night to clean up the blood after Murdoc's and Therese's fight. (Little too dramatic eh?). None of them said anything at the breakfast table. They didn't even say good morning to each other. The band had their last concert tonight on this place before they would keep going. The four band members sat all quiet and ate their breakfast slowly. Suddenly the silence broke when Noodle noticed a scratch on Murdoc's cheek. It was from where Therese had hit him. She askedMurdocX2D - A big tour ch 15 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Gorillaz - The pocky gameNoodle: HURRY UP 2D-KUN!Gorillaz - The pocky game in Short Stories More Like This
Noodle yelled out the words high as she dragged 2D after her. 2D and Noodle had been out for shopping during the afternoon. 2D had been looking for a new zombie movie but he almost already had everyone and he thought that the new one's sucked. Noodle had been looking for clothes that would fit her taste but she hadn't found anything either. After awhile they still hadn't found anything at all. 2D suggested that they should go back to the jeep and go back home. Noodle agreed and followed him. When they were halfway back to the car they passed an Asian shop. Noodle's eyes widen and she quickly grabbed 2D's hand and dragged him towards the store. She told him to hurry up so they could get in faster. 2D flinched in shock as Noodle dragged him into the shop and ran through the shelves in high speed. He didn't even have the chance to ask her what she would buy before she let go of his hand. He yelped as he accidently flew into a shelf nearby. He shook his
MurdocX2D - A big tour ch 16The night slowly turned into morning. The sun rose over the hotel and the first one who woke up was the bassist. Murdoc hadn't got much sleep at all. He hadn't got any damn sleep at all since he came here! Murdoc groaned and rubbed his black messy hair. He rose from the bed and stretched a little. He could hear some small creaking sounds from his neck and he groaned deeply. Today it was only packing and driving on the bands list. Murdoc didn't bother to get dress or brush his teeth. He walked around in the room and started to collect his things that lay all over the floor. The room looked like a bomb had exploded in there. The bassist chuckled when he imaged the cleaner's expression when he or she saw the mess the bassist had left after him. Murdoc didn't have to bother so much about his clothes since he didn't changed clothes that often. And he now realized that he had felled asleep in his black jeans. He didn't care if he had worn them for almost three days in row now. It was how heMurdocX2D - A big tour ch 16 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
MurdocX2D - A big tour ch 222D stretched himself a little and groaned as he felt his neck hurt. He had been tired of this entire photo taking and posing for today. The clothes he was wearing was killing him too. The outfit he was wearing was a black tight jacket and black jeans. He also had a black tie and a black hat. The girls had almost the same out fir but had skirts and diadems instead. They did some sort of fashion collection of some sort of office clothing. 2D and the girls had to get ready for the next shot so they were just in the middle of getting their makeup put on and get their hair styled. 2D didn't wanted so much of it and got the chance to sneak away to get some water before he would pose for the collection. Just as everything were about to get settled Amelie came running in high speed yelling in French. Everyone around the place got confused and looked at each other. 2D only raised an eyebrow since he didn't understand a word of what she said. Amelie ran up to 2D and put her papers on the table iMurdocX2D - A big tour ch 22 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
MurdocX2D - A big tour ch 21Back at the car park at Kong studios Russel had just helped Murdoc to get up on his legs and dragged him to the car. They needed to get to the airport and get Noodle back. Russel had even tried to make Murdoc drop the damn frying pan he had swing around with after poor Cortez. Russel was so damn tired of this all. He gave the bassist a slap across the face to make him stop acting like a moron. Murdoc had just shook his head a little before he started chuckle and talk a lot of crap again. Russel sighed and grabbed the car keys from Murdoc's Winnebago and unlocked the bassist's new car. Russel blinked at the bassist who only chuckled.MurdocX2D - A big tour ch 21 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Russel: Who will drive?
Russel: Stupid question Get in!
Murdoc: Just make sure to kill us on the way Russ.
Russel: Shut up! Just get into the damn car!
Murdoc and Russel got into the car and put on the safety belt. Murdoc had brought a can of beer with him and opened it while Russel drove away from Kong studios. Russel glared at M
MurdocX2D - A big tour ch 17The band kept going. They went from place to place and it took around a month or more. It was a long tour. The band had already been on their places and played their music and concert.It had been long weeks with fans who yelled out their names and lots of fame without any rest. The sad thing was that the band had seemed to forgotten about what happened a week earlier. Murdoc and 2D didn't fight or speak to each other at all. They stayed quiet and did their "work" instead. They only focused on the music and the concert. Noodle and Russel didn't bother at all. They just felt glad that the two guys finally stopped fighting for a while. Sure 2D and Murdoc fought a little but that didn't turned out much worse at all. And without knowing it the tour was over and the band could finally go home to Kong studios again. The bassist sat in the driver's seat and stared at the road with half opened eyes. He had waited so long to finally get home again. It was early in the morning as usual when theyMurdocX2D - A big tour ch 17 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
MurdocX2D - A big tour ch 192D woke up early the next morning all tired without any sleep at all. He hadn't got much sleep at all since he read the message he got from Noodle the last night. He groaned as he rubbed his hair and forced himself out of the bed. He was going to take photos for the new collection today. The blue haired singer didn't felt for it at all. 2D went to the bathroom and brushed his teeth. After that he watched himself in the mirror for a while. He didn't bother that much of his reflection like the girls always did. They went crazy if they discovery a pimple or that their makeup were messed up. 2D shrugged and then got dressed. He didn't care about eating breakfast and instead walked out on the balcony. He stared out over the town and sighed. He thought about Noodle's message again. She seemed to miss him very much. 2D felt bad for leaving her without even say good bye. Noodle was like his little sister after all. But yet the singer couldn't go back. He had been gone for a long while and if hMurdocX2D - A big tour ch 19 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
MurdocX2D - A big tour ch 18How long had it been? Three months? Three, almost four months since 2D left Kong studios. The whole place wasn't the same at all without the blue haired singer. He was a part of the place. He was a part of the band. He was a big part of their FAMILY. None of the band members had the feeling to do anything. Noodle had spent the most of her time by looking out through the window like a puppy that waited for its owner to come home and play with it. She had waited like crazy for several hours every day for the singer to come back. Sometimes when she wasn't looking through the window every fifth minute she used to walk into the singer room and lay down on his bed. She used to fall asleep there and later the drummer had to come and pick her up and carry her back to her own room. Russel felt horrible to see the poor girl suffer like that. He had tried his best to make Noodle feel better. He always used to walk up to her and ask her how she felt and suggested different things they could do togMurdocX2D - A big tour ch 18 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Murdocx2D Yaoi Story pt. 27~~~3 days later~~~Murdocx2D Yaoi Story pt. 27 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
2D jolted up in bed. "Unh!?" He looked around and held himself. A bad dream. "...Lucinda?" The singer looked around the room and over to the crib, seeing his child sleeping soundly. "Aww..." He looked at the time on the alarm clock.
"Wot da?! Free A.M.?!" 2D jumped out of his bed, tripping a bit.
"Agh!" He caught himself and went to the door, going up the stairwell to the carpark. "..." His gaze fell on the Winnebago.
He was determined to get there. Quietly, the singer sneaked that way. "Hngh..."
Once he got to the door, he knocked quietly, hoping Murdoc wasn't too asleep. 2D waited patiently, humming a song to himself.
"Murdoc?" Another knock and the door suddenly opened. "Oh!" He gasped in surprise. "Muds..."
The bassist looked down at 2D from the doorway. "Wot d'ya need luv?" The singer looked down and then back up at Murdoc. "C-Could I come in?"
Without waiting, &
Murdocx2D Yaoi Story pt. 25Artist Comment: Urgh...Stupid computer is stupid...Murdocx2D Yaoi Story pt. 25 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
2D awoke from the sound of Lucinda whimper. "Hm? Wot? Wot's wrong?" His voice came out raspy and hard to understand.
He looked down at the infant and smiled softly. "Ya 'ungry?" Lucinda didn't answer, but she did thrash her arms about, requesting something. 2D sighed and sat up, wincing from the newly opened wound. "Ow...Okay 'old on, little luv." The singer picked up the child and delicately lifted her head up to his right nipple. "Go on..."
She looked at it and then up to 2D's face, moving her mouth onto the bare nipple. Small suckling sounds were made as she heartily drank, her eyes closing. Her hunger pains disappeared quickly as she got a good amount of breast milk. "Mhaah." Lucinda pulled away and started whining quickly. 2D grimaced. "Now now, Jus' wait a minute.." He picked her up and burped her, making the whining stop.
Murdocx2D Yaoi story pt 18~~~~~December 24, ( 8 weeks and 2 days later)~~~~~Murdocx2D Yaoi story pt 18 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
2D wandered around the halls of Kong, entering the lobby, singing out 'Deck the Halls' into the empty room. " 's da season to be jolly!" Looking around the decorations lining the walls, he felt happy that Murdoc gave in to celebrating Christmas. He usually did though, as long as there were lots of presents, which there were. 2D happily did most of the shopping online, buying Murdoc some new shirts that he'd like as well as a nice pair of cuban heels, since his others were faded out. His gifts to Noodle consisted of Japanese candy, Powerpuff Girls night gown, and a Pikachu plushie. Russel shopped for himself, so he didn't need to get anything for him. While the singer was pondering his gift decisions, he hadn't notice Murdoc right in front of him and nearly bumped into him, hadn't it been for Murdoc putting a hand on his shoulder first. "Wo-Oh! 'ey M
Murdocx2D Yaoi Story pt. 28~~~~Big day~~~Murdocx2D Yaoi Story pt. 28 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
2D was sleeping soundly in his room when he suddenly felt a shaking on his shoulder. "Uhn?" What was that? WHO was that?! "Wot?...'o?" He didn't open his eyes. "...Stop shakin' me!" A giggle sounded and the shaking stopped. Noodle. "Noodle-luv...wot're ya doin' in meh room?" He rubbed his eyes sleepily. The young guitarist smiled. "It's big day today, 2D-kun!" She started to pull him up from the bed. "You must get ready!" 2D blinked several times, trying to make up fast enough. "Wot?!" Was it really the day to get married?! A giant smile showed on his face. "Woo!" He sat up straight, ignoring the small pain from the still healing gash in his stomach. Noodle jumped back in surprise.
"2D-kun. I help you with outfit, yes?" The singer smiled and nodded. "Yeah...sure ya can , Noods." He got up of
Murdocx2D Yaoi story pt 11~~~~~1 week later~~~~Murdocx2D Yaoi story pt 11 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Whoa, D! That's a lot of food." Russel gawked at the table covered in breakfast food. The singer, blowing on his pancakes, looked up at the drummer. "Oh, ello." Russel walked over to the table and sat down. "Yo, you're eatin' quite a bit of food, this mornin'." 2D blinked at him and looked down at his plate. "Well...I-Um...OH! Hi, Muds!" The bluenette waved at the bassist walking into the kitchen. "Hey..'D." He lazily waved back, heading for the fridge, then looked over at the table. "Holy bollocks! Ya think ya got enough food there, mate?" 2D frowned. "It isn' dat much food." Murdoc scoffed. "Russel doesn't even eat that much, 2D." Hurt showed on the singer's face. "Yer callin' meh fat, den?" Murdoc's smile faded. "Wait, no! Yer as skinny as a twig!" The singer pushes away his plate and got up from his chair, only to be pushed back down by Murdoc. "Jus' eat..." Russel shook his head and grabbed a bag of chips, heading back to his room. Looking to make
Murdocx2D Yaoi Story pt. 32Artist's comment: I can't believe I couldn't think of ANYTHING good. I literally spent 2 weeks restarting this over and over. And still nothing good came out of it. Fuck...I'm so sorry...There will be things that I look forward to writing out...but it'll take some time to get to them...I'm filling in the boring stuff as much as I can. Forgive me. :CMurdocx2D Yaoi Story pt. 32 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Wot the fuck happened?" A distant, muffled voice asked. Murdoc's voice. "Well...we DID get along for the first few minutes...and then...it turned rotten real fast. David--" Rachel's voice was cut off quickly. "Oh! It's always David! If he's got a problem wit' me, then me and him'll talk it out! He needs to leave Stuart out of it!" The bassist was getting angry. "I know..." A quiet growl. "Where the fuck is he, anyway?" There was a pause. "At work. Stuart's in here."
A door opened and light blin
Murdocx2D Yaoi story pt 20I decided to stop dilly-dallying and get right to the birthMurdocx2D Yaoi story pt 20 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
~~~~The big day~~~~
It's been nearly a whole month since the last ultrasound, and 2D was tired of the being inside of him. He was so tired of the kicking as well as the cramps he got FROM the kicking. As he sat on the couch in the Winne, his mind began to roam again. The diaper changing, the child bathing, teaching her manners. "Ugh!" He just wasn't ready. His eyes focused on the clock on the wall, his mind still racing. "Everybody's here wif me...got no camera to see...don' fink 'm all in dis world...da camera won'--" He cut himself off with a yawn. His attention turned to the door as it swung open and the bassist stepped in with a plastic bag. "Oh, 'ey Muds." The bassist smiled and handed the singer the bag. "I jus' went to Taco Bell." Digging into the bag, 2D quickly unwrapped a taco and bit into it. "Mmm. Fanks Muh-doc!"
City of LightYou are my city.City of Light in Free Verse More Like This
Your eyes are the gates,
Your soul is my transport
Your veins the roads I must travel.
You should never ever be afraid
of my knowing you too well.
Or of my being too close to you.
Can you ever,
Even after living your whole life in it,
Know a city too well?
LustHis hands have a habit of finding my hip bones,Lust in Free Verse More Like This
trailing his river like fingers along my stone smooth skin,
his lips do not move, his mouth tells me stories.
Mine spend their time
tracing the length and breadth
of his back in kisses*
We travel through lands that never existed
before we touched them
At temperatures far exceeding in Fahrenheit
If only we could understand
how lust and geography
make such divinely sinful bedmates.
* One hundred and sixteen
Crayon SoulmatesDear Stars,Crayon Soulmates in Free Verse More Like This
I have a bone to pick with you. You see, when I was six, I called myself the nowhere girl... and I coloured myself a soulmate. I made him on crumpled sheets, with broken pieces of crayon, on a playground that was too busy wondering whether growing up entailed stealing their mother's cigarettes and their father's dirty magazines (I suppose I was already wise enough to know that growing up meant choosing one of the many ways of breaking yourself in two.)
I hope you remember him, stars...he was important to me (My best friend threw that drawing away on my seventh birthday and told me that someone like me was not supposed to have such dreams.).
He had hair as ebony as deep onyx and a smile that never grew up (Peter Pan would have been proud). He was magic in soul form, and smelled like cinnamon and the earth after it has rained. His eyes rivaled a lions on the best of his youth, his words were story shaped. His skin was an ink coloured canvas of wonder and even in crayon
I'm Not the Marrying KindI'm not the marrying kind.I'm Not the Marrying Kind in Free Verse More Like This
I have stones in my hair instead of flowers,
And a rosebush of thorns is more poignant to me.
I'm not the marrying kind.
My words aren't pretty or wise,
And I can't sing about anything but a broken heart.
I'm not the marrying kind.
I am the sort of damaged you see in an old recorder,
And the kind of old in an instrument that breaks into a billion pieces at a touch.
I'm not the marrying kind.
Neither neat, nor tidy, nor correct in my behavior,
And yes, I did in fact tell you to fuck yourself.
I'm not the marrying kind.
I do not stay silent in arguments,
And I like to lie compulsively, just to see your face change.
I'm not the marrying kind.
I am not the ideal of any lady, nor her likes,
And I do not allow any man to walk all over me.
No. I am not the marrying kind.
But I do like the idea of a little girl with her mo
Constructive Criticism"Tell me what you think."Constructive Criticism in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Of the poem?"
"No, of my face. Yes, the poem."
"I was going to say, because your face is just stupid."
"Very funny. Read."
"What did you think?"
"Why did you write this?"
"I wrote it for you."
"You make me self conscious when you say things like that."
"I'm not worth this you know."
"What does that mean?"
"I am half a girl, and I deserve half a poem."
"That is not true, and you still haven't told me what you really thought about it."
"It's as broken and complex and half hearted as a sad song about the way you feel ink trail between your fingers like it's blood. There is no reason for it, it's the kind of beautiful that is there just for being there. It happened, it's a moment in time forever frozen and to be remembered in a way that candles that burn in holy places should be. It's a forever, all by itself- Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Because you believe you deserve half a poem."
"I do. I am too damaged and broken an
FaithI love your belief in God.Faith in Free Verse More Like This
Not because it matches mine.
Because it makes you even more beautiful to me.
You are the dream I always wanted, but never had.
(God likes to surprise me. Well, consider me surprised.)
It makes me want to sleep every single night by your side.
I want to wrap my prayers around you.
I want to press my lips to the segments of your body.
If you asked, I would rest my head besides yours
and dream your nightmares for you.
(You shudder in your sleep. I don't think you know.)
In faith, I'll be your dreamcatcher.
In dreams, let me wish all your nightmares away
Bones"There are good days and there are bad days," you would say to me as you would try and explain away why the whiskey bottle was empty again this morning, why you smelled like her and why you thought it was best to let me know what you had done. At least that way, you were absolved of the gift of lying; the one your bones were too light to lift and just couldn't take, by bestowing me with betrayal.Bones in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
My mother would bring me an encouraging cup of tea in a giant pink mug instead of a cup and explain, "There are good days and there are bad days." Her eyes were always full of positive energy and strength and good will. I look back to those days and try and gain the strength she had in her bones from her words. I always fail.
They told me I had a disease within my bones. It started from the bottom of my knee and was moving upwards. Because that is what bones did. They broke from the inside out. "There will be good days and bad days," they warned me. I knew at that very point that it was going