AltruismIt kills me insideAltruism in Free Verse More Like This
To see others suffering
I want to help
I try to help
But my efforts feel weak
I know I'm doing the best I can
With what I have
But I feel like
It's just not enough
But I keep trying
So I don't lose anymore friends
Let me dieGo awayLet me die in Free Verse More Like This
Leave me alone
And let me die
Of this world
I don't want to live
Because there's no light
At the end of this tunnel
So I'll just end my life
Don't try to stop me
And we'll meet again
On the other side
Outside this dark tunnel
Night thoughtsLying on the floorNight thoughts in Free Verse More Like This
Wrapped in darkness
Dreaming about life
About the past
About the future
Thinking about happiness
And about hate
All at once
In the black pit
That is my mind
Stranger's funeralUnder the cloudsStranger's funeral in Free Verse More Like This
Under the rain
Staring at the coffin
At a stranger's funeral
We're all alone
Feeling the storm
But not the pain
For he's but a stranger
And the graves around us
Are just there
Keeping us company
During this empty moment
Useless effortI try to change the worldUseless effort in Free Verse More Like This
But I can't even change
My own life
And so I'm sentenced
For a friendWeird but just a bitFor a friend in Free Verse More Like This
Entitled to boss me around
I can't help it
Reminding me that
Dirty thoughts are fun
A great friend she is
Not to be forgotten
Don't you forget
Love fills her heart
Overwhelming and mighty love
Vanquishing your negativity
Ending your inner darkness
Lovely like a puppy
Yet mighty as a lioness
StruggleI see lightStruggle in Free Verse More Like This
I see darkness
I must fight
It's clear to me
Now I can see
The rules are set
But I'm not going down yet
Path of lifeLife is a dangerous pathPath of life in Free Verse More Like This
Full of twists and traps
A path we're forced to walk
Without turning back
We may regret the past
We may regret the mistakes
But we must learn from them
And keep moving on
We may predict the future
And even fear it
But we never know
What happens next
The only thing we have
Is the present, here and now
So let's live it
And forget about the rest
The mistakes of the past
The mysteries of the future
All part of life
This path we all walk
DistractionA quick movementDistraction in Free Verse More Like This
A flash of light
A second of pain
And a red line on my skin
A way to distract my mind
From much worse problems
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
.green children. in Free Verse More Like This
up and out
of their beds -
the sun smiles,
and reaches down
to embrace them
.i dug up the. in Free Verse More Like This
past again, those
i set them loose
inside the house
and now we have
.i did not expect. in Free Verse More Like This
for you to pour out
nor that i would be
in the flood of it
.a lie. in Free Verse More Like This
the body in
.you're afraid. in Free Verse More Like This
to let anyone
stoke the fire
in your chest
you will burn
The Weight of WordsWords are so heavy,The Weight of Words in Free Verse More Like This
and so unique.
Loaded with meaning,
and with strength.
Words topple kingdoms,
and topple peace.
But nobody sees them,
sees the weight,
or the kingdoms.
Nobody cares anymore,
or about honor.
They talk to sway,
or to harm.
With no regard for words,
for their weight,
for their ability,
or for their meaning.
They wield them like tools,
and like ammo.
It's a sad thing to see them,
and so light.
They've lost their weight,
lost their meaning,
lost their ability,
and lost their strength.
A Loss for SanityColors meld,A Loss for Sanity in Free Verse More Like This
In quiet contemplation,
Like a motley whirlpool,
of this imposed indoctrination,
As I ponder my station,
blues and oranges,
Eyes open in sedation,
Pinks and greens,
Alone in my isolation,
A mural of nature,
Against sanity's annihilation,
I struggle but cannot find,
Why these thoughts plague my mind,
When alone I sit at night,
And they cause me much a fright,
Mindlessly running through my life,
Move to the hand and take a bite,
Let me know I'm still alive,
That I exist, that I will die,
That I can fight and still move on,
That there was purpose when I am gone,
That it actually mattered all along,
There is purpose here, you see,
But it is not for you and me,
To know or think or find or feel,
It slithers back like the sneaky eel,
Out of grasp, out of reach,
Still we look, still we seek,
Why do we wish to know this thing,
That of which we'll never sing,
Yet pushing me from those I care for,
As my mind it finds a c
Stars in the DaylightAs bright a star in the cloak of night,Stars in the Daylight in Free Verse More Like This
Burns as well in the sun's light,
whether felt in your embrace,
Or a gentle kiss upon your face,
It still remains to be seen,
What it is to really mean,
The words that pour from fingertips,
Like rivers of promise upon my lips,
I speak in subtle tones of hope,
That it may reveal my antidote,
To this tugging heart,
This pulling pain,
So that I may sleep again,
Without worry, or remorse,
We may set our graceful course,
And leaving shoal, we find the sea,
And perhaps as well who we will be,
Together then, side by side,
We journey the great divide,
To settle down on alien shores,
And be united in our chores,
Tonight, those stars you do see,
Allow yorself to think of me,
As many times I of you,
Stare into that sky of blue,
Because I know beyond that veil,
The stars are bright with how I feel,
So do the same, my closest friend,
And we may yet begin the end.
The Energetic TangleThe days of yesteryear slipped me by,The Energetic Tangle in Free Verse More Like This
Ripped out from beneath my feet,
Like a magician's tablecloth.
Lost and not found,
Those times I missed,
Opportunities slid by,
Slid through like sand,
Upon the open palm,
Only to caress my mind,
Gliding on the surface,
Yet even in them the year lives on,
Through us all our past persists,
Our future is ahead of us,
With it our past follows,
Within us, without us,
An all-consuming storm,
Tempest raging to envelope,
Even the newest of born children,
Since the special day of birth,
Being thrust upon the world,
Violently we came into existence,
But peacefully in the end,
Do we all fall,
And we all fall,
Never to rise again,
From the eternal slumber,
Eternal embrace of death,
We spread ourselves openly,
To the land and animals,
That which would feast upon our nourishing,
Flesh and bones to live on with us,
Inside and unknowing how we flourish through death,
Persist through un-life and exist in all things,
EndAnd when the world is dust,End in Free Verse More Like This
The leaves decay,
Who will be there?
Who will say?
If we are right,
if we were wrong,
if it even mattered, all along...
A Few Random ThoughtsElimination of discrimination'sA Few Random Thoughts in Free Verse More Like This
The only way to survive
We've got to lift each other high
Not put each other down
Stuck on this planet
One people are we
Divided we are caged
Unity sets us free
To The StarsBone chilling,To The Stars in Free Verse More Like This
Takes just a push,
The graceful dance,
The forsaken chance,
The place which is so deep,
And so the heart's weep,
A long winded prattle,
Sets your heart a rattle,
Pulled around and thrust,
Until your mind will bust,
What does it take,
To put so much at stake,
But a sharing of words,
or a sharing of hurt,
What resides within,
Will only have us begin,
This journey of ours,
We'll take to the stars.
The Faery MenaceFrom the depths of hell come ye,The Faery Menace in Free Verse More Like This
Oh little Fae creature please leave me be,
with mischief in the eye, and coldness in the heart,
the little fae critters, will tear you apart.
Heed a warning, oh fellow oh friend,
let not these creatures in, for they shall be your bitter end.
the Human ConditionStand your ground,the Human Condition in Free Verse More Like This
Hold your breath,
Life or Death,
Black or white,
Green or brown,
If nothing changes,
We all go down,
Unite and fight,
Apart we fall,
Hope for those,
Who give it all,
Muslim, or Christian,
We're all apart,
Of the Human Condition
Climb some TreesSlipping now, slipping now,Climb some Trees in Free Verse More Like This
Falling down and all around,
The world goes on, but how?
Accepting lies, and to be bound,
Never becoming more the wise,
Because they refuse to ask why,
And so I stand alone,
Clutching to myself,
Grasping what is left of my sanity
For dear life
Why can they not see
That there is no reality,
I would show them but I can't,
Because I don't want Me to.
Because I am a sycophant.
Play so nice like I always do,
But I just want freedom like you
Break the mold and climb a tree
Jump up and visit the sun
It doesn't matter to me
It's this world you know,
Too solid, not enough vision
Dry and blind, white with snow
No other colors pervade
Despite the existence of a spectrum
So dark thoughts, they invade
And I am barred from the stardom.
DreamLand OCT R3 The hem of her dress ripped loudly in the silent hall as she ran.DreamLand OCT R3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The shredding fabric gave her little pause though, as both her bare feet thundered through the halls. Each thud of skin on the eerie white floor lit the otherwise silent labyrinth up with the noises of her panicked race. Behind her the walls twisted and slid, both sides coming together in blocks that crushed and splintered the doors on their faces.
She carried on, both eyes wide with empty hands gripped into fists. It felt wrong, racing away from the danger without Gader'el. The black haired demoness tried not to think about it, and pushed her aching muscles harder. Any slip up, even in the slightest, and it would all be over. Her blood raced like lightning under her skin, and each gasp of air ripped at her throat like a dry fire. This was it.
She turned the corner blindly and continued to barrel forward. The walls were picking up speed
DreamLand OCT R1 "Be ready, whoever you are that brought me here... I'm coming for you!"DreamLand OCT R1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The first steps had been so confident. Yet..weren't they always?
Night looked up through eyes that wanted to shut against the pain at the last sight she knew she'd ever see. He was tall. The height difference between them alone had unnerved her since he'd first collided with her. But more so than anything she couldn't tear away from his eyes. Blue.. Inhumanly blue. Piercing straight through her in a way that was so strong she could almost taste it.
They were merciless. Not the slightest sliver of humanity rested there. She would have found such a thing ironic for an angel, if it weren't for his steady bare footed advance on her. Coming closer with each erratic beat of her heart to finish it.
Was this it? Was she going to die here? Could she die here? Would she wake up, or be lost forever?
Arian... Arian please forgive me. I wasn't...strong enough after all.
Astrum Venatus Species : DemonSpecies TemplateAstrum Venatus Species : Demon in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Homeworld and Environment: The ravaged wastelands of the Underworld rest at the very center of the planet which Heaven overlooks. Those who live beneath the artificial skies of this world are those who are unfit to walk among the living: souls who have lost their physical manifestation, the walking dead and of course the demons themselves.
Their land is barren, charred to a blackened state by the vicious hell fires, various fissures and cracks riddling the surface. At the very heart of this decay rises a jagged gothic castle, as if it were a soot-covered finger pointing towards the scarlet sky. Here the King of the Underworld confines himself, rarely minding the tightly knit shadow of houses that spiral all about his castle.
In these tiny hobbles reside those who could not find a place amongst the holy ones; sinners who were condemned to live poverty for the r
Adrian Amare Generally speaking I guess you could call my childhood...unorthodox.Adrian Amare in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Most women who give birth to something with horns don't normally keep it. I guess that was the first sign in my life that my mother was not...normal.
I was born three hundred or so years ago. I know it's something i'm supposed to keep track of, but honestly it gets kind of old. That's probably just the human mindset, since most others I meet I treat living to be 1000 years old as normal as human ageing to sixty.
I've been told I have a lot of human traits. It's probably because I was raised by my human mother instead of tossed out on my ass after birth.
See, most women after a run in with an incubus freak. Lots of stress and trauma, and often times they try ripping the fetus out or something equally crazy. My mum was a bit odd though. She was totally fine with carrying a demon spawn inside her, and when
The Ballad of Gabriel CroixMine is a story of unrequited love.The Ballad of Gabriel Croix in Short Stories More Like This
Well.. sort of.
My name is Gabriel Cain Croix, and I'm currently twenty-four years old. Not too old, but I've seen a lot in just that time.
I guess I should start from the beginning though..
See, I was born in France. Bordeaux, actually. I was born into the Croix family, a widely known and rather influential bunch. Tons of money, a giant estate where all my relatives live., It sounds pretty nice, until you're realize they're all inbred meta-human lunatics.
What, you don't know what a meta-human is? ...Are you..unwell in the head?
A meta-human is like..a mutant. A super hero. Or villain. Or a nobody with powers, really.
Twenty-six years ago meta-humans were first uncovered. People say they've been around for a lot longer, but it was then talk of radiation and people with powers got out.
The government said it would blow over, but it didn't. People freaked out, picked sides. It was all kinds of hell on earth until eventually they were forced to accept
.Reaper : Amaranth 01 Feed: An online channel that belongs to an individual. Feeds can be set to personal, friend-only, or public. Different people use their own Feeds in different ways..Reaper : Amaranth 01 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Some people use their like diaries, telling themselves, their friends, or even the world about days of their lives. Others use it as journalism networks. News stories local and worldwide go on feeds. Most big news goes on corporate or government owned feeds that broadcast world-wide.
Yet one specialized cluster of individuals were given very special feeds. The government group called ".Reapers". Their feeds were always set to private, and viewable only by government officials and other .reapers. Reaper feeds were used as catalogs for work, personal diaries, basically anything the same way normal civilians use theirs.
Only civilians don't get to talk about killing people on their feeds.
Chapter One Amaranth
I sighed and lay back as I waited for my eighteen cup of coffee
Prologue? My hands scrape feverishly against the linoleum.Prologue? in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I see the only escape, and know that I cannot make it. Yet still I squirm. Even as my vision fades and swarms with tears, and my body moves steadily slower, I squirm.
"No refuge for sinners." He tells me. Step by step he inches closer. I scream with the energy I have left. This only serves to amuse him. As he laughs the heel of his boot finds my hand. He pins my wrist under the half-melted rubber, and I feel the material bonding to my unguarded flesh. I wail again.
This time his laugh is darker, and more subdued. By the time he leans down and the cold tip rests against the back of my hand, the energy is already gone. I feel nothing in me as I stare away from him. To the slightly ajar door. Seconds before he pulls the trigger, I could have sworn I saw something beautiful out there. A life where I had gotten away. A life in which I had run fast enough, and gotten to the awaiting arms.
A + D Collab : 15 Of three things I was absolutely certain.A + D Collab : 15 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
First, was that Price was a vampire, and some part of him- wait...no, not really.
If he was a vampire at least then he'd be a bit more useful.
We'd been outside hours. Price's father still hadn't shown up, and after a lot of bitching and moaning I finally took a break. The little loser was too distracted with worry anyways, so the training was totally fruitless.
He half crawled inside as I went to the kitchen. Emily stared at him with a mix of concern and that stare only woman can ever manage that had a vibrant disapproval in it.
Maddock went to the phone, then the couch, and was far too exhausted to really do much besides dial and splay out like an old dog.
I rolled my eyes and turned back to the pots and pans i'd manage to dig out. Price either didn't notice or was too tired to care and ask about how I could find everything in his house without asking. For this I was glad. Whil
DreamLand OCT Audition The first sound I heard was glass falling.DreamLand OCT Audition in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Instinctively I sat upright. A noise like that brought with it a thousand foul memories.
Was she here? Throwing things, screaming at me again? Had they finally found me, ready to drag me back to that sick place?
I looked around, panic making my breath come in sharp increments that burned my chest. Adrenaline from fear left my senses buzzing, attune to the sights and sounds around me.
My hands balled into fists quickly. This place was foreign. It was not the soft bed I had fallen asleep uneasily in. There was no warmth from a body beside me, and no smiling face of the person I had stayed up at night toying with as usual.
Instead all was white. I felt the edges of a panic attack rising. My heart wouldn't quiet, and the heavy beats seemed to play the macabre music for this scene.
It was a hall. Plain, simple. Roughly ten, fifteen feet in length. A good nine or ten foot high ceiling. Enough room across for me to sprea
A + D Collab : 13This was stupid. And awkward.A + D Collab : 13 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I sighed heavily, trying to push images out of my mind of that stupid girl kissing Price. I hated any love or affectionate displays. Made me sick. Made me wanna break someone in half.
I had to get out of there before their stupid puppy eyes at one another made me sick.
The kid's words played over and over in my head as I sauntered down isles in the bookstore. Trust. Feh, why the hell would he trust me so easily? What a bunch of malarkey!
I shoved a man and his daughter over as I walked by. The two looked around in confusion before she helped him up. Humans were disgusting. Always going out of their way for each other. Always ruling everyone on emotion. Sickening.
I hissed and turned, finally in the section I wanted. There were way too many fucking things here. I grabbed one at random and held it firmly. After the few seconds of contact with my skin it faded from view of the people nearby. I walked out of the store
Words on the WallThe sun melted into the glamorous skyWords on the Wall in Free Verse More Like This
The moon stood there, hidden by sweet lullabies.
But mommy was crying, her day had been hard
The tears in her eyes twinkled just like the stars.
Her face wasn't happy like it should have been
And though she was saddened, she forcefully grinned.
I wanted to see Mommy smile through it all...
I painted a picture on her bedroom walls.
I told her to look, just to come in and see
But Mommy was angry... she wasn't happy.
She threw me down hard on the cold wooden floor
Then picked me up, slamming my head on the door.
She yelled and she screamed, then she hit me once more
She slapped me till I couldn't see anymore.
My heart then stopped beating, my laugh went unheard
Then Mommy got up without saying a word.
She looked at the walls splattered with my young blood
Then fell to the ground in her tears with a thud.
She looked at my face, then she looked all around
Then wrote on the walls with the first thing she found.
Then, after she finished, she wanted self h
Lying is Bad (A message to myself)Hello darling.Lying is Bad (A message to myself) in Free Verse More Like This
Have you ever held a needle to your wrist?
Have you ever skipped a meal because you were hungry?
Have you ever punched your stomach before falling asleep?
Have you ever felt wrong, because you told someone you were okay? (After all, lying is bad.)
Have you ever rocked back and forth without realizing, until someone else told you to stop?
Have you ever slammed your head against your wall so you might forget your situation?
Have you ever cried in a thunderstorm so no one would hear your cries for help?
Have you ever worn long sleeves and said it was because you were chilly... then felt horrible? (After all, lying is bad.)
Hello darling, I know you have.
But remember, you're strong. You're worthy.
You're more powerful than your sadness.
You are incredible.
You have been through more than you know,
And fought through more than you know...
And you've survived much more than you know.
You are going to make it.
You are going to push through this.
You are going to
A letter to my watchersSmiling through your pain,A letter to my watchers in Free Verse More Like This
Till the wounds stop bleeding.
Running through your clouds
Once the sky stops raining.
Never saying never,
Going faster, stronger, better
Even when the
Raindrops seem to fall down forever.
Till the birds start to sing, and
Happiness overwhelms you,
And a smile takes over your face
Now and eternally.
Surviving through the pain,
Until the wounds stopped bleeding.
It never seemed it would end,
Crying, screaming, dying...
Indeed it did, it
Even when the raindrops would never end.
You don't just die.Do you understand?You don't just die. in Free Verse More Like This
The blade against your wrist
Doesn't just slice your skin.
It cuts through others
Do you understand?
You don't just kill yourself.
You kill everyone.
From YOUR goodbyes.
Do you understand?
You don't just die.
You take everyone down
Daddy, Daddy.Daddy, daddy! Come play with me.Daddy, Daddy. in Free Verse More Like This
I'll be the princess filled with glee.
You'll be the king, you'll reign over the sea.
Daddy, daddy, come play with me!
Daddy, daddy! Let's play a game
I'll grow up and like magic, i'll change
Into somebody so odd and so strange
Daddy, Daddy. Let's play a game.
Dad, hey dad! Let's do something fun.
I'll pull the trigger of this heavy gun
After I've given you some time to run
Dad, hey dad, let's have some fun.
Dad, come on now, can't you see?
This knife in your back and this bullet in your knee
It's who I've become, who I've grown to be.
Daddy, come on...
Come play with me.
One special personEveryone leaves you.One special person in Free Verse More Like This
Everyone gives up.
Everyone stops loving you, and stops believing in you, and stops caring about you.
Everyone will say something to hurt you.
Everyone will eventually agree with you when you say “I feel worthless”.
And everyone will eventually say something about you.
And everyone will hurt you intentionally.
Everyone leaves you.
And everyone gives up.
But one person, one special person
Will never leave you.
Will never give up on you.
Will never stop loving you, and never stop believing in you, and never stop caring about you.
Never say anything to hurt you.
Never let you say “I feel worthless”, because with them, you won’t.
Never say or listen to anything bad about you.
And never hurt you.
Never leave you.
I'm Fine"Are you okay?"I'm Fine in Free Verse More Like This
That's all they say.
And I leave behind
These words in my mind.
I'm broken, I'm dying.
Inside, I'm crying.
There are wounds beneath my skin.
There are trials I face within.
There are things I just can't say.
There are people I must betray.
Beneath a smile, I feel pain.
Behind the sun, there's always a little rain.
And beneath these words I hold in my head...
There's always the thing I say instead.
I leave the truth behind..
So when they say, "are you okay?"
I always say, "I'm fine."
Think of This..You want to end it?Think of This.. in Free Verse More Like This
Think of this.
You write your suicide note... And you set it on the table.
You take your razor, your silver, two inch razor. And you start to slide it across your wrist. You barely feel a thing. After all, the pain of life is more than the pain of the blade.
And you take that belt you never wore, the one that was too tight, the one you starved yourself to fit into. And you wrap it once, twice around your neck... and you pull it tight.
Barely breathing, you put the ends of the belt on something to hold you up.
Something to strangle you.
Something to kill you.
And you die.
And that's the end, right?
So, so wrong.
Your younger brother, the four year old little boy that you loved so much. He walks into your room, only to find you hanging there, lifelessly. Only to find you with dried tears on your pale face. Only to find your suicide note... the one you left right before you died.
And so he runs in tears to your mother. And she reads the note, barely able to brea
Darling, Don't You DareTo the girl who skips dinner,Darling, Don't You Dare in Free Verse More Like This
Because her reflection hurts more than
To the boy who wears sweatshirts
On hot summer days,
Because he doesn’t want his mother to cry over his
To the boy who weeps uncontrollably
Until he falls asleep,
Because it’s the only way to escape into his
To the girl who spends her days in her bedroom,
Because the dark is more peaceful than her
To the child who gets angry,
Because no one understands.
To the teens who self-harm,
To the ones in recovery,
To the ones that just can’t do it anymore…
For the girl who skips meals
And the boy who wears sweatshirts,
For the boy who cries,
The girl who hides,
And the ones who just can’t do it anymore.
You’ve come this far.
Don’t you dare give up on it, now.
Take ThisTake this kiss upon your hand,Take This in Free Verse More Like This
For the ones who starved themselves,
Because "ugly" was written all over their mirrors,
Because "fat" was the only thing in their way.
Take this hug around your shoulders,
For the ones who cried themselves to sleep,
Because, unlike everyone else,
Their pillows kept their secrets.
Take this wish for your success,
For the ones with wounds blanketing their wrists,
Because physical pain gave feeling,
And feeling was so hard to find.
Take this whisper in your ear,
For the ones who live through pain,
Through sorrow, through regret,
Through loneliness in crowded rooms,
Through nightmares and judgement and hatred...
Take these words, darling,
These words I say to you.
Stay strong. Never give up. Keep breathing.
Let's keep going,
For the ones who starved themselves,
For the ones who cried themselves to sleep,
For the ones with wounds blanketing their wrists,
For the ones who live through pain,
For the ones forced to survive...
And for the on
My Love is SicknessMy love is utter sickness,My Love is Sickness in Free Verse More Like This
I'll have you obsessed, until you're ruined inside.
And you will crawl and I will have you beg,
I swear I'll become the very voice in your head.
Oh you will suffer and you will sweat,
I will have you lusting for more than you get!
Losing it all, as lose your mind,
You're numb to this pain, so take this pleasure of mine;
Now open it up so you can give me more.
Close up your life and quickly lock up the door.
Or i'll have you spinning with my every touch,
And even when I use you it just won't be enough.
Your body desires and I'm letting it know,
You're already gone before I let you go.
My love is an utter sickness,
I'll teach you to love your very moment of weakness,
I'll teach you to crawl and I will make you beg!
I'll teach you what it's like to be mine in bed.
-Word of Chen, 16th May 2014
Song of the Sea SirenSong of the Sea Sirens:Song of the Sea Siren in Free Verse More Like This
The roaring wind was quick to die
As the fog began to form.
Silence soon surrounded us
Like a calm before the storm.
In the darkest distance; against the light
I could hear a haunting melody.
It seemed to sound like a Siren's call
Coming from across the sea.
Immediately my crew reacted
As we dove beneath the deck.
Wool and wax to plug the ears
And ropes to tie me back.
As a Captain of this Pirate ship
My duty was plain to see.
Tied to the mast as a sacrifice
Was where I soon would be.
For one alone must endure the call
Else the Siren would not sing.
This had been a long tradition
Since the time of the Pirate King.
A swig of rum would steel the soul;
With a prayer of mercy from the crew.
Left alone upon the deck
It was like a private dinner for two.
'Come with me, my little sailor,'
Her voice did whisper in my mind
'I alone will give you pleasure,
For I alone am kind...'
Indeed she was an enchanting creature
Soft and warm with the promise of
FeverMy fever is growing stronger and I'm feeling rather faintFever in Free Verse More Like This
I can see the walls are moving like dancers in the paint!
They cartwheel and turn as they soar through the air
I wonder how they do it but all I do is stare
The clock is ticking madly and soon it starts to chime
I think I'll probably turn this into another crazy rhyme
I appear to be creative but I'm really rather ill
In fact I'm only typing by sheer force of will
My eyes are actually closing as my fingers tap along
It seems my love for poetry is really rather strong!
But before I slip away to sleep I must complete this work
I'm afraid my need for excellence might be my only quirk
So here's a simple message that I've always wanted to say
It's just a simple thank you for showing me the way
My friends have made me stronger and showed me how to live
But I'm afraid these simple words are all I have to give:
-Chen Yuan Wen, 15th may 2012
Beaten Black and BlueBeaten Black and Blue:Beaten Black and Blue in Free Verse More Like This
Broken and bloodied on the inside;
My world is coloured in shades of black.
But I've never understood the reason
For why I've got these scars on my back...
Cigarette burns are nothing new to my body
I took a lash from the whip just yesterday.
Why are you staring at me with those eyes again;
Is there something you'd like to say?
I've never been told to speak a word of my pain
And so I learned that I shouldn't speak...
'You'd better not say a single thing to her!'
Maybe I'm just scared and weak...
I often run to a place that's far away;
It's just a little corner inside my mind.
I've tried to forget it again and again
But it comes back to me all the time...
These people think that they know me
But a smile is just a mask to hide.
This is the crime that I keep a secret
Because it's locked away inside...
You'll never be able to help me
So don't give me your pity and tears.
Just tell me that you won't do the same thing
Because that is the worst of m
To The Beautiful YouTo The Beautiful You:To The Beautiful You in Free Verse More Like This
Here we are, sitting behind these screens of glass,
Reading lines of text, yet smiling, laughing and crying.
It's strange to think that I could have this much fun -
Considering that I've never met you before, but then again
Perhaps that's the reason why I don't have to pretend.
Some people might tell me, that what we have is just a fantasy,
I doubt I'll have the chance to actually see you in this life-time.
But even so, in the time that we've spent together - Well,
I feel as though I've connected with you, more than anyone else.
I feel as though I know you better, than those just a few feet away.
You might take this little confession as something silly,
Maybe you'll even forget about it as time passes,
But I for one could never forget about someone like you,
And so I'd like to dedicate this piece, to the beautiful you.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 17th December 2012
Behind the WordsWe spill our pain across the pages.Behind the Words in Free Verse More Like This
But we must smile when it is read.
For we cannot show our true emotions.
Not of suffering, anxiety, or dread.
For we are the bringers of dreams to the world.
Our words are tales of healing light.
So hide your tears behind a mask,
And save them for a quiet night.
Dear Angry PersonIt has come to my attention that youDear Angry Person in Letters More Like This
are about as pleasant as a rank plate of lemons jammed down an old lady’s throathave some behavioural problems with regards to your interactions with the community. This is not good for you and for that reason; I hope you will read this letter.
Considering that your actions reflect badly on you as a
walking sack of organic waste that is sucking up our airartist, I thought that I would step in and offer my own take on things. I hope within this letter to assist you in removing the metallic rod you have jammed so far up your posterior!by explaining to you that your behaviour ,which reminded me of a repugnant cat-lady swearing at the kids on her lawn,was improper, considering the circumstances and the alternative.
You see, I too am an individual that has trouble controlling his emotions. I strive very hard not to say what I am truly thinking as more often than not, you
She Dances With FireShe dances with fire, a dragon in tow.She Dances With Fire in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Twirling with flames; graceful and slow
She dances tonight, in a city of ash.
Her feet leaving footprints, where the sand will splash.
Quietly mourning, as time goes by;
Where once she beheld a home in her eyes...
Yet naught but the barest of bones remain,
And so she dances, to soothe the pain.
This is for the Average ArtistIt is painful at times,This is for the Average Artist in Free Verse More Like This
Seeing those born with skill and talent.
They paint such beautiful things, using the barest of material.
Entire worlds are spun at their fingertips, all from a dot of paint.
I think sometimes, of how nice it must be,
To be able to capture such beauty, within the borders of a page.
To spin a tale from but the smallest of phrases,
To create a fantastic adventure from a mundane experience.
It is painful indeed at times. When I am seated in this room,
Surrounded by the dull hum of failure and regret,
I ask myself, with eyes burning in the mirror,
Am I finally ready to give it all up?
'No!' I say
I will not let it end this way!
Not without a fight, not until I know that I am utterly broken.
The good lord may have blessed you with talent my friend,
He has given you everything that I could have ever desired...
But there is one thing that I have earned;
One little gift that remains my own.
You would not know of it,
Since you have never felt it,
ASYLUMAsylum:ASYLUM in Free Verse More Like This
I scrape my hands upon the ground,
Staring at my cell.
I wonder why I'm trapped inside,
This vivid living hell.
I've heard the voices calling out,
Maybe they're in my head...
I wonder where my cell-mates are,
Maybe they are dead...
Time has no meaning in this place,
Nor does the word of day and night,
The food is simply human flesh,
It will give you quite a fright...
Upon a chair they strap me down,
They open my eyes and make me shiver,
They pull out a scalpel and many knives,
The sight alone, it makes me quiver.
They inject me with a strange chemical,
The world does fade to black.
I wake up in my cell again,
And hear the sound clink-clack!
Lo, they left the door unlocked,
Unhinged it's time for freedom.
Release me from this horrid prison,
It is a place devoid of reason!
Demons chase me in the halls,
A laughing chef with a chainsaw calls.
It splutters and thirsts for my blood of life,
But I'd rather die by the kitchen knife!
"I wonder if I ever said goodbye to my
I Had A Dream OnceI had a dream.I Had A Dream Once in Free Verse More Like This
Then I smashed it.
I kicked it,
I punched it.
I pulled it to the ground until it couldn't make a sound.
I heard it scream for help. I made it shut up.
I made it tremble.
I spit in its face.
I wrapped it in dirt and left it to die.
I stabbed it until it was unrecognizable.
I was about to kill it
Then I realized it was me.
Scars and AcneI pick at my acneScars and Acne in Free Verse More Like This
To try to let out the part of me
I’ve spent so long trying to hide.
Instead, I find myself bleeding.
Left with scars that won’t heal.
NanaHe killed Nana the other day,Nana in Free Verse More Like This
But now he cries as she lays
Her final breath underneath
The land of rotting heath.
Only a monster under sheets
Or curled up getting beats,
The Kid turns his head away
To avoid the growing hate.
He’s insecure about his thoughts,
Bought a flower – let it rot.
He walks past the shining gates,
And says he never liked her anyway.
Paper PlanesWe use to fold paper planes togetherPaper Planes in Free Verse More Like This
By the dinner table after supper.
Once we finished we would write our deepest desires into them
And then throw them into open space.
We would watch as they glided their way
Across the plains.
We would see which one of our planes flew the farthest.
Which one of our dreams went further.
But that too
Like everything in life.
I got older
But I never grew up.
I got busy.
And you did too.
Our conversations now can be put into three categories:
Greetings, food and farewells.
Somehow, we’re both okay with that.
I sometimes pray to the same God that you say you once knew
To the one you still wear around neck
In hopes that maybe, one day,
Things will return
To how they once were.
See, ‘cause the plane that was suppose
To take me from my child to adulthood
Still hasn’t landed. Delayed
By a storm I cannot define.
And I don’t plan on ever leaving the roof
How could I? When I feel
FineEarly mornin’ coffeeFine in Free Verse More Like This
Never tasted so bitter.
I’m telling you, I’m fine.
Every mornin’, the same routine.
Why do you still not believe me?
I’m fine, I swear.
I just couldn’t sleep…
But who needs sleep anyways?
I write instead.
I’m fine. Just a little brain dead.
I was just thinking about the past,
And I fantasized
That there was a happy ending.
I’m fine now.
I’m just fine.
In My DreamsI met her in my dreams.In My Dreams in Free Verse More Like This
She tells me she’s lonely, I told her I’m similar.
I tell her everything; she whispers back
“It’s okay. I’m here, you’re alive. You’re breathing.”
She’s the reason I picked up all the pens I did.
The reason I don’t want to sleep most days anymore.
My tears fall every time someone sells her out.
I hate that people use her for the fame & the wealth.
And act like she would give herself up for free.
And act like she would give herself up for free.
My text says “I need you more than ever.”
But wait a minute.
What am I thinking?
Why did I send that?
I’m not ready for that.
Not ready to commit.
‘Cause I’d be really bad at it.
‘Cause I’m only thinking about me.
I’m only thinking about me.
The more honest I get, the weirder you get.
And I’m fine with that.
The more honest I get, the more they hate you.
Are you fine with that?
Friends ask all the time,
NPR three minute story submissionShe closed the book, placed it on the table, and finally, decided to walk through the door. That low rumble had been Tom's temperamental engine; she was sure of it. The sound had tattooed itself on the inside of Anna's ears ages ago. Maybe he was sitting in the front seat of his car, trying to work up the courage to knock. Maybe his brows would knit together and his mouth would quirk and he would say, "I missed you, Sunshine," though he had never once called her by that nickname. Maybe she could apologize, and he would kiss the insides of her wrists, the back of her neck, her eyelids.NPR three minute story submission in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Yes, she could hear a car door opening. If she listened hard she thought she could even make out the rustle of his corduroy jacket.
Go outside, said her heart.
Wait, said her brain.
She began to count aloud. "One, two, three, four"
Anna was eight when her baby brother was born. He was little more than a fragile bag of bones and organs, an accident waiting to break her heart. Every night she'd snea
the perfect strangershe misses colin the most at night, when, waking from nightmares, her hand reaches out into the darkness for someone who is no longer there.the perfect stranger in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
an unexpected message flares briefly on her screen, long enough for her heart to drop into her stomach in surpriseher ex-boyfriend's little sister's ex-boyfriend? sighing, she types a hello and strains her memory to recall what she knows of this boy from their one brief meeting. his name is aaron. tall. shaggy bed-head hair. sleepy hazel eyes. she lightly touches the keyboard, entertaining the notion that other people might feel as lonely at night as she does.
"tell me a secret," she types to him.
"why should I put my trust in you?" he asks, surprised.
"who better to trust than a stranger?"
so he does.
a five minute secret turns into an hour long story, then a night-long conversation.
the next morning, after telling this boy how colin broke her, she wakes to a message in her inbox:
The world is yours.
Boys are stupid.
12-21-12The Mayans said it first, but12-21-12 in Free Verse More Like This
tea leaves said it second, her palm
said it third, and the boy
down the road, the one with the blue,
blue eyes, said it fourth.
The world was going to end and she
could not be happier.
Her affairs were easy to arrange:
money sealed into envelopes,
the microwave unplugged, and one
last kiss for the blue-eyed boy.
She called her mother,
and her mother did not answer.
(But she did not expect her to.)
That evening she hid beneath
a blanket with her dog and told stories
about the good times and the bad times
(but mostly the bad times, and how
now there would never have to be
bad times ever again).
Then she went to bed, heart lighter
than light, winged with hope,
and woke up crying.
the expirationthey put an expiration date on sadness last wednesday, and now the world is happy again.the expiration in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
the law says we only get six months to mourn tragedies, six months to howl at the moon and claw at our thighs until they look like road maps. six months, and then the pain will die away just like we wanted to.
i didn't think it could really happen, but i've seen it. my neighbor's husband left her two years ago, and they're taking retroactive sadness into account. now that her grief has expired, she can't stop smiling. she told me that she's free to pull the weeds from her garden and wear her red high heels again. she has a date with the UPS man, and i swear she's lost five pounds.
i ran into my friend jennifer in the produce section yesterday, and she hugged me so hard that i felt my back crack. jennifer had a miscarriage seven months ago, but when she mentioned that she's going to start trying for another baby, i was the only one tearing up over the zucchinis.
i've got two more days left 'til mine
Last WordsIn the beginning you never want to let her go,Last Words in Free Verse More Like This
and so you don't for a long, long time.
You commit to bobby pins underfoot, mismatched
plates stacked like landmines,
long hairs that circle and clog the drain, filling the tub
with stagnant water.
You tell her something that you love about her
each night before you fall asleep,
until one day you look at her and realize that you
don't know what to say anymore.
“I am not happy.”
You whisper this to yourself once and then try to say it louder,
but the words won't cooperate.
Maybe a whisper is as loud as this thought can exist,
or maybe some words weren't meant to be spoken aloud,
but you still think them, and yes,
you whisper them to yourself
when she isn't listening.
Perhaps this is what you should have been telling her
each night as her hands searched for you in the darkness.
This isn't happening, you think,
unless it is.
You wonder if you owe her something,
like your heart, maybe, your red hooded sweatshirt,
heart crossed.heart crossed. in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
"who's that kid?" i ask, pointing at the boy whose hair cannot decide if it is red or gold. he holds a basketball in his small hands, bouncing it, once, twice, before putting it through the hoop in a perfect arc.
"james," the counselor responds, and leans closer. "he's a foster kid, you know."
i don't know.
the boy turns at that moment and catches me watching him. unthinkingly i form my thumbs and index fingers into a heart and flash it at him. he nods to his teammates and leaves the court, climbing the bleachers to where i sit.
"did you see my shot?" he asks.
"yes." pause. "i'm kelsey."
"i know," he says, and runs back to his game.
at the end of the camp day i wave to the buses as they leave the parking lot. the final bus clicks and pops to life, and from the last seat i see james cup his hands into a heart and press it against the window at me. i fumble to free my hands and return the gesture, but the bus turns the corner and he is gone.
it doesn't take long for me to vow that if i
ScarringAt some point in my life I stopped posting pictures that included my left forearm. It wasn't one of those gradual things where eventually I noticed this to be the case and had to search my soul to figure out why.Scarring in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I didn't need to figure it out. I knew. My left forearm is covered in scars, and scars are not acceptable anymore. I've grown up and left behind the things that made me sad -- or at least I've told myself that I have.
It could just be that I learned that sadness lasts forever when it's cut into your skin.
That's the thing about scars, though. If you're sad enough or angry enough or empty enough, you don't care about forever, until one day you're grown up and someone is looking at your wrist with a question in their eyes.
People keep saying that scars are beautiful in their own way, that they tell a story. Maybe that's true for others, but not for me. You can't tell a story from the lines of white tissue on my arm. Or maybe you can, and the story is as follows:
"Once upon a tim
Riding BikesGoing off medication is like riding a bike.Riding Bikes in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The doctor holds tight to my handlebars and lowers my dosage. The training wheels are off, and oh hey, look at me go! It's like flying but not, and I'm doing so well but then there's a horrible accident and I'm somehow upside down at the bottom of the sea with both wheels still spinning.
"Help," I say, and my doctor pats my head, puts a band-aid on my knee, and writes a note on my chart.
I've balanced by myself for months at a time, but I always end up hitting a fucking tree or falling off a cliff or something equally catastrophic because I am a catastrophic person. Except that is an exaggeration. I am an exaggeration.
I like to compare mental illnesses to mundane physical activities. Also you should know that I am sick but trying to get better.
Sometimes I relapse and then write poems about it.
It's not even the kind of sick where people bring you soup in bed and soothe your fevered brow. It's the kind of sick where I'm late to work because
Scarificationblood oranges areScarification in Free Verse More Like This
slice them open
without a moment’s
their crimson juices
licked from our lips
& that is what
i want to be. -
i sucked from
your mouth -
along my spine.
- i was cut open
Depression like lipstick stainsOn some days,Depression like lipstick stains in Free Verse More Like This
you are the angel dust
settled in my bones
keeping these December limbs
& Sunday-morning-coffee eyes
But, other days-
other days, I don't know
what to do
with your tornado kisses,
rage teeth that bite
& tear at my poetic insanity.
With these miles and miles
of bodies & hollow space
between our magnetic hearts-
How is it that these light-year pulses
still beat in sync?
Collection of poetic nothings.We were opal Tuesdays,Collection of poetic nothings. in Free Verse More Like This
tattooed into the
rose garden curve
of my vertebrae,
gliding me through this wild youth.
But, like Icarus—
I was a sky conqueror
& these silk wings
touched the sun.
My inhalations are heavy,
like the earth he bruises
beneath his fingertips
as I chase silence.
"You've got a tongue
made for words." He says
against the arrogant thorns
of my briar spine.
"Learn to love yourself."
How do I say I love you
without saying I love you?
"I want to replace my heart with you."
You are spider silk woven
into my harvest moon
limbs traveling this road map
of songbird sin.
You are not just in my head now,
you are dancing in the lingering stars
of my night-witch frame
& setting me on fire.
You're not bruised enough
to write poetry.
Allow these bones to tell your story, Love.
You should never attack a poet,we are the best at exploiting weakness.You should never attack a poet, in Free Verse More Like This
the night you took a scalpel to my chest
& fed my heart to the stars,
you told me i could hate you
if i needed to.
with an exorcism
i tried to cast you out
of my body.
i was contorted limbs:
the language of tongues
trying to find myself
in the cosmos
of lit kerosene fingertips,
& the kinds of habits
that only choke me at 3am -
when my eyes aren’t yet heavy
enough for sleep;
my mind tells me to do awful things.
between fucking &
you are the calories
in the mathematical equation
i think of shy moons
and i don’t eat for three days.
you only liked me
when this poetic tongue
space shrapnel aside-
you’re too far down now
for even the stars
to graph you into their maps.
It is 9 in the afternoon& I have forgottenIt is 9 in the afternoon in Free Verse More Like This
how to write in poetics-
tongue kissed & gaping like
a siren missing from her sea.
I have been coughing up black
for days. Unable to clean the taste
from my mouth, these broken
typewriter keys sewn into my
fingertips scream something fierce.
They ache with longing
to tell of a story
that left them
for a better high
a story that never deserved
to make a home under the skin,
to crawl breech through an
-& out through the wrists
of young girls much too ripe
to fall from their beds.
I am so damn tired
of looking over railings
& wondering what
it would feel like
respiration.i am shipwrecked fever;respiration. in Free Verse More Like This
& she is denied oxygen.
i taste sirens on the shore
of her collarbones,
& salt-licked sea limbs.
but, it's the natural disaster
wrapped around her coral spine
that really has my lungs