Vanilla CranesVanilla Cranes
The light of day cuts pretty masks
Out of stuff way too colourful
And glues them on faces of men
Who then stomp chessboard with their feet
In brothels red lanterns do shine
Gates there kept open, welcoming
Children to find their way back home
To the tower of Babylon
Pockets and wallets resonate
With choirs and gospels of the change
Dreaming of freedom and revenge
Who lives by coin, by coin shall die
You ask me "Why do birds have wings,
When sons of mortal men can fly...?"
I guess we humans aim too high
Before sun laughs us in the face
So is there any happy place
Except for our enchanted realm
Where love with smallest ray of hope
Warms time through magnifying glass?
Here kisses taste like vanilla
Sprinkled all over coffee beans;
If we fold enough paper cranes
Do you think we can save the world?
Amber WarsAmber WarsAmber Wars in Free Verse More Like This
If stars were up to lend an ear
To just one question in a million years,
Would you ask, if they'd seen tomorrow smiling
Or how brightly you shine in their light?
Upset sky, a cauldron of blue milk boiling
Contains all "what if's" and words left unsaid;
Drawers overflow with letters
Those will one day be
Written with help of runestones
And planetary constellations
That according to some
Will put minds into the right order
Bald-headed princesses fight
Over each other's scalp
To much liking of armed jewellers
Scavengers in these amber wars
Children with empty gaze
Looking from behind trellis of barcodes,
With unclear expiration date
Genuinely identical identities
Wielded by phantoms not to be fathomed
- Thou willst not chew their names nor spit them out -
They put autographs on branded bullets
Sent to kiss sad smiling faces
Those attempt to clean the orbit
Of conscience from all quandaries
And make silence a crime
Pawns die and kill for life in peace
Charcoal NymphCharcoal NymphCharcoal Nymph in Free Verse More Like This
Last night I saw no stars
Only dreams those whipped
The canvas of my bedsheets
Eagerly like sugarcane
They say heavenly lanterns
Upon sinners do not shine
But don't my lips pray fervently
To your lips every night?
There's a thin line between
Damnation and salvation
And it feels strangely tempting
To dance across it blindfolded
Dressed in just faith
In that your heart is true
I'm condemned, bareheaded
And longing for you
A pagan nymph
From ancient wise books
No good for your prophets
An angel for you
With purest charcoal
You've drawn wings on my back
For your passion's painted
With red and black
Sculptor's TouchSculptor's TouchSculptor's Touch in Free Verse More Like This
Does it bring shame
To promise to paint
One's beauty beyond compare
But instead shape
A brand new piece
Flawless and too far from true?
Is it okay to measure treasures
And treasure measurements
For shallow pleasure?
Will dignity overcome gravity?
How many smiles costs serenity?
Sculptor's hands temptingly touch with disguised brutality...
Beyond The GateBeyond The GateBeyond The Gate in Free Verse More Like This
Your chest is closed
Like shutters are in winter gloom
From wind, the uninvited guest
And gaze like weathervane
Holds on to home, its gate and fence
Despite turning from east to west
In you there's night
The loving palm that covers all;
You're hiding shadows from the sun
Path to eon
Has no end but you say you're on your way
To hold me when the crowds are gone
I'm not afraid
Of iron grating, doors and locks
As long as I am bound with you
Sandglass may keep
Grains rolling down but time will find
A way to flee and we will too
Aftermath Of White And BlueAftermath Of White And BlueAftermath Of White And Blue in Free Verse More Like This
A white butterfly landed
On clear blueprint of our bed sheets
Thereby it swayed the scales
And somehow disturbed
The space cadence
Of our microcosm
A drop of ink on wedding dress
Rewrote the story
Bells rang aloud
And tinsel was falling off the vault
Like golden dust -
- A tragedy of the clockwork conception
A feather floating in the air
Belongs here, there and everywhere
Regardless its own size or hue;
At moment when all debts are due
All that matters is the holy trinity
Of love, free will and aftermath
The Sixth DayThe Sixth DayThe Sixth Day in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
What if the sixth day was a huge mistake
Chariot of fire without a brake?
A vision gone wrong, attempt ruined by hand
Of the bad seed, the ungrateful man
The twisted breed hastening their own fate
Born of lust, then only brought up to hate
Shallow caskets given too much free will
Beasts on two legs always ready to kill
Heavens keep looking for righteous souls
But madness is getting out of control
Clock's ticking louder than conscience and fear
The horns are blowing when end's coming near
Night is hungry, graves are burning
The bell tolls for death returning
Its slaves will rise
To blind the eyes
Of filth been living in disguise
Seas are boiling, black ships sailing
Air infected plague retailing
For bribing fate
It's much too late
For hellhounds sins are tasty bait
Both earth and sky have their order sublime
While among people the only law is crime
Brother stabs brother, arms have no chance to rust
Flesh made of mud will soon crumble to dust
Divine miracle of soul bright a
SheSheShe in Free Verse More Like This
I spent a lot of time waiting for better timing
For either cloudless skies or crystal rain
Looking for signs, signals and indications
My eyes got itchy and I swore I wouldn't love again
Shooting stars aimed too well and in a pompous crash
They mercilessly cracked the telescope
Moonstones mingled with broken lenses of a dream
I shook my head and left with no more hope
I burned the bridges and then made my way through smoke
To get a one-way-ticket for just me
The fool I was, the proud and stubborn man
Didn't count on that there'd also be - She
A mirage, daydream they might say... I thought that too
But only 'till She smiled and offered me a seat
And from that moment on She's become You
Undoubtedly we were destined to meet
I kept my vow, I haven't loved "again"
For You taught me the meaning of that word
Now I stand in front of You, dearest friend
Your trust with my devotion to reward
I'm aware of that time runs much too fast
The more during the happiest of our days
But love like ours
Bridge Over The RiverBridge Over The RiverBridge Over The River in Free Verse More Like This
Underneath the stone bridge an ice-cold river flows
Sometimes it's ferocious and sometimes rather calm
Carrying days and years of world into the distance
Its strand is to the bridge what humans are to each other
Route to its end seems strangely intoxicating
Over the icy river a stone bridge spans
Forever binding two shores with a gray ribbon
Just like heart contains both grief and joy
The bridge stands firm, even though the river's driving forward
For world of wonders we always look on the other side
Even though bridge locks the river and river undermines the bridge
It's just stone and cold water embracing one another
One looking up, the other one down, both lovingly
Just like we sometimes dream although not asleep
Not paying attention to the rest of the world
EnvelopedEnvelopedEnveloped in Free Verse More Like This
I still carry your kiss
Within my palm
The only evidence
You've ever existed
The clothes in the wardrobe
Could very well be
Just like the car
Parked on our driveway;
The golf sticks and fishing rods
And that stupid straw hat I never liked...
Along with the forever muddy boots
It could have been another man
Not to have forgotten
Every other anniversary
Tulip bouquets don't wear name tags
Nor do colognes
But the kiss came from you
Of that I'm sure
Fair TradeFair TradeFair Trade in Free Verse More Like This
What if yesterday is all we have?
One day worth ten years
In auction of souls
Time's both merchandise and currency
Sometimes less is more
Though it never seems enough
Still we're keeping score
While our purses are starving
In time of need I love you
Hard and even harder
Of the bills to pay
The RunawayMy muse left a noteThe Runaway in Free Verse More Like This
in the frost on my window,
"Call me when your ink runs out."
I imagined her vaulting from the sill
into the freshly falling snow
cocking her hat just so
as she stepped into the East
before it iced over.
She leaves no prints for me to follow,
no re-imagined trail for me to trod,
and I could spend years
tumbling after her shadow,
only to find her
I Drink to the ShatteredHere's to the half-hopes,I Drink to the Shattered in Free Verse More Like This
who lie shallow in their graves,
comatose, their pulse forgotten.
And here's to unrequited love;
impossible thoughts between heartbeats,
the burning pang that follows.
A nod to the empty dreams,
their ankles hobbled, improperly set.
They walk nowhere.
Silence to commemorate the lost cause;
That never leave the womb.
To the broken and sleepless,
inane and insane,
the clueless, the lonely,
the outcasts forgotten,
to you I raise my glass.
Ninety-nineIt probably feels like a broken sigh,Ninety-nine in Free Verse More Like This
witnessing a century of repetition and change,
becoming a testament to human tenacity,
and watching too many wars on television.
The nursing home is too sterile for you,
but as your children near sixty,
with problems of their own,
you have no place in their houses.
While everybody visits,
they never stay for long enough.
you are lonely.
Your daydreams are like old jazz records--
sometimes you confuse them with memory.
Were you really such a beauty on your suburb streets?
Did you really love that boy so completely?
Perhaps you have forgotten.
The First Thunder of JuneI could tell from the wayThe First Thunder of June in Free Verse More Like This
the truck barreled down the road,
how its motor revved and caught on the air,
that a storm was coming.
The dog shook,
his twelve-year hips aching with the effort
of tucking his tail between his legs
in the hope that such displays of submission
would appease the weather.
They did not.
The sky turned feral and spat on the house.
While my old-hound panted
with his panic-wide eyes,
mine filled with awe and lightning.
Love is a BattlefieldI wonder if this is how a landmine feelsLove is a Battlefield in Free Verse More Like This
Is there that same metallic exhilaration?
Does the shrapnel twist into a grin,
false as the leaden skin that coats
its ticking spine?
Oh, but if only it had a backbone.
There's a countdown in your eyes
but we stare past each other
like shells in the dust.
I go off.
All my mind is a fireball,
and I see nothing but hollow wreckage.
I name it "past"
and move on,
our questions turned to casualties
in the twisting smoke.
Half-Past a Different Kind of BrokenTrauma looks like my kitchen clock.Half-Past a Different Kind of Broken in Free Verse More Like This
they are dead
and the second hand stutters,
I imagine every inconsequential twitch
is a plea for the freedom
it will never see again.
When its futile heart finally gives out,
I won't try to fix the timepiece
because after all its wasted sufferings,
allowing again such a disjointed tic
would be a deeper level of cruelty.
The SubconsciousYou engineered me to conductThe Subconscious in Free Verse More Like This
the darker music in your head.
We can waltz to it if you have the heart;
we can dance right through all your haunted thoughts.
Don't you know that I was first
through the crack in Pandora's box?
a cloud-burst over your golden fields,
the colors behind your grayscale eyes.
You could call me the martyr for your creative faith,
but to earn that title I'd need to die
I have no intention
of ever losing my breath
or giving up the drumbeat
that you put in my breast
DreamerAnd now I challenge you,Dreamer in Free Verse More Like This
I wandered through your dreams,
so find me.
In the ones you can't remember,
I wrote my number down in blue.
I'll sing into the Autumn--
how many leaves will fall
before you catch me?
Clockwork LossYou stopped breathingClockwork Loss in Free Verse More Like This
when the hour hand froze
and your blood quit running
when the minute hand stopped
and the death-rattle grind
of the second-hand's death
kept time with your empty eyes.
I've twice dissembled your broken watch,
bought new gears and a different face,
and even though your ash is in the earth,
I swear when it ticks
I will hear your voice again.
Willfully LostIn these whispering moments,Willfully Lost in Free Verse More Like This
I take your heart in mine
and hold it fast.
You make me forget
things like flower names
and cloud shapes,
where I came from
or why I'm going,
as my thoughts are filled with..
Every crack in the sidewalk
carries your name,
and the grass rustles soft your wishes
to tangle your fingers in my hair.
My breathing drops
like the autumn wind,
would that I could,
I would throw myself into it,
will myself towards your southwestern
your dusty mesas abutting
my mountains green.
Wait...Angels dream outside my windowWait... in Free Verse More Like This
escaping from my pillow
glinting leaves of a lonely willow
into the silk of night
hiding - catching, haunting all light
Will they become stars too?
I do not know, though... I wish it so
Will they have dark wings (like you?)
and deep inner meanings (like you?)
I hope, so... too
Lay, on my shoulder, softly as a feather
falling gently in the hazy weather
Stay, as my memory is growing older
against my lukewarm skin
Don't let the lark fool you
with her warning, singing
It's dark, oh... it's dark, still
Don't get up... wait until
dawning wakes into another morning
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This Sadness Without a CauseThis sadness without a causeThis Sadness Without a Cause in Free Verse More Like This
like an old rebel
holds me back, keeps me in
dancing alone inside the castles that
I have been building
half my life - higher and higher
Impaled in the walls goes my heart
already alabaster and bloody ruby jewelry
rising in the staircases applying to Heaven's doors
behind stays... a well of wishes forged in Hell
after the leaves have fallen, one by one
as dreams and aspirations broken
The dark cold finds a way
to get into my skin, deep in
and my soul finds no compelling reason to fight against
this frozen emotion crystallized in time
immortalized by fragments of seconds
by the mere thought of you near
The window view exposes nothing new
the snow lies down... desperate in its whiteness
accepting me as its prisoner or guest
far away from the riverside, my water crumbles
I close my eyes and the sea comes to me
with the shape of clear blue skies in tears
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Voices...They are just voices in my head,Voices... in Free Verse More Like This
but they keep singing
I need you, to find myself
A grain of sand
once a rock hanging from the cliffs,
sunny and golden
now pale white, yellow, rusty brown
The rain on my hand
returns to the mirror
where once your face was
translucent crystal, clear diamond
This pain is more than a brand
new shadow on my skin
it's older than this shoreline, shells and rainbows
it grows... and grows
Salty tears, waves from the sea
where I enter, once again
holding the green door key
slowly drowning me
They are just voices in my head,
but they keep singing
I need you, to find myself
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Intimate MurderIn the depths of my heartIntimate Murder in Free Verse More Like This
with a rush of warm blood
fluid and thin... red
a gate to nowhere
where anger resides, uncomely
a fearful creature, trapped in fire and amber
beyond the reach of human realms
carved in fury by a curve blade
There, I have planned
your murder so intimately
as whom declaims irretrievably
the shadows of the sun and the day
with every little piece of its former shape
the shape it had before you
the inner me... shattered,
scattered across the darkness
of the entire universe, apart from myself
Forever moonless, starless... loveless
lost in letters of grief and ink poisoned
without any more magic, turned into a walking dead
soon to be dust... only nothingness
thirsty for vengeance, my quest and purpose
I'll never be a song, a dream dancing
I know that because of you... so if you die
if I'll murder, even the memory of your existence
make you to disappear completely, obliterated and forgotten
I'll get by...
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The Wings of White CrowsTime has taken all that I possessThe Wings of White Crows in Free Verse More Like This
leaving me in my bareness
only me and my dark shadow
to indulge my grief comes an harsh metal arrow
to bleed my heart completely... without a care
travelling within myself, carving deeply... where I do not dare
Time has forgotten silvery tracks
in the dusty rooms of my soul filled with cracks
from former owners
facing now... the loneliness alone... in its most hidden corners
beyond the sound of archers shooting the wings of white crows
to hear in silence, the silence grows
to look and see the nothingness left in me... blown away
ripping through skin and bone, searching for the ghost that
... wants to stay
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Lovers PlaygroundHe stood still, a turquoise monolith,Lovers Playground in Free Verse More Like This
staring at the patterns of the blue sky
waiting for its complete dissolution
within the dark cradle that night would bring
He looked to the hill, the portrait of Lilith
beginning to fly
dancing over the clouds layers and their ways
greeting the stars evolution
skin coloured from his jeweled hands shifting
She sighed at him, with a smiling lit
sending him a kiss
loving the bliss
of being with him
to win the stars that were coming
She opened her lips
blowing words to the wind
carrying her messages to him
spring birds wishing, wanting
the awake of morning...
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To Change or Change NotThere are things in me I need to changeTo Change or Change Not in Free Verse More Like This
I need to be courageous and coward according to the circumstances of life
be outrageous and jealous according to the mirror staring at me
with a teaser smile, singing - "You never will"
I'm sick of being... a quiet little mouse
I need more light in my house, still I prefer darkness
the light hurts my eyes, I love the silver moon in my glasses
dancing back and forward like a sweet cradle, a dream lullaby
"It's time for a change or not?" - says the Goddess drifting
I need to reap you off from my memories, from my roots,
and instincts screaming "beware" & "be aware"
to weave another skin-dress outside your image, sewing it madly
but ghosts are my lines, whispering at my ears, everywhere I go
"It's me you need - not changes"
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Telegram DeliveredMy sorrows sing deeply... so deeplyTelegram Delivered in Free Verse More Like This
silently... so silently
as the wind passing me by,
softly... so softly
strangled before any sound pronounced
as the lost angels that will never reach the stars
tenderly... so tenderly
falling... falling... always falling
with nothing to catch the tissue of my grief
and weave a flag with it, a blanket of pain
made of moon tides and tears of sugar rain,
nothing to embrace me in the stillness of the night
Forgive me, my dearest love... forgive me
if I will not stay another second with this silver dagger
as a pendulum over my heart
bleeding every time you knock on my door
wincing each time you leave messages at my window
waiting... waiting... always waiting
with nothing to accomplish from this feeling
this will break me even more... forever
my order has arrived - it says "Live as you die, survive"
even if, I don't want to answer the postman's ringing
I'll have to sign the notice-letter, once delivered
there's no turning back, now – the telegr
SleeplessIris between eyelashes that will not shutSleepless in Free Verse More Like This
awakened, for far too long
For a moment the rose is here,
the rose with secrets inside
and I know, how wild and white, she is, for a while
guarding a winter tempest in her heart
snowed-in, melting its little crystals, vanishing next
Staring at walls and ceiling
crushing my face in holand pillows
Amethyst dark's and green dreams appears
they aren't clear in sleep, so I'm awake, again
waiting something close to the rain
ghosts that hide in drops of pain
beyond the dark... white sparkles lurk in
Counting wrinkles in mirrors, fingers, dust on wood
and every single shade that memories wear
I will not sleep with closed lips
want to shout and sing for the soundless wind
that I sense across the corners of the old house
winter, centered wind, rolling in...
little by little I'll disappear
clouds charged over the moon
Finally I'm resting
brushing my life under the rug
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Pieces of PaperPieces of paper locked in a trunk of treasures,Pieces of Paper in Free Verse More Like This
simple secrets, weightless as the humming bird's feathers
guarding strange glyphs for themselves,
scrawled in an ancient unreadable language of elves
they could be even… or just, the untraceable footsteps
of fluttering emerald birds, an wonderment that never rests.
Lost in the dusty attic, somewhere,
spiders weave a misleading maze, with no references to compare
and find a crossway path to get there
lay in the quietness of time in animated suspension
swirling with the wind within the depths of another dimension
where dreams are butterfly-words, free inside my own redemption.
No one will ever search for them, unaware of their existence
or even care to break the mystical seals of the distance
of what is seen outside and stays inside my inconsistence
my pocket full of nothing but incantations
abandoned long ago with the great expectations
sentenced emotions disappearing with no further complications.
On The PodiumThe art of conductivityOn The Podium in Free Verse More Like This
as the maestro explained,
is that the man with the baton
serves as a lightning rod,
earthing intuitions from god.
SolitaryYes, I’m living alone.Solitary in Free Verse More Like This
I've worn this apartment in,
it's comfortable now, like an old shoe.
Since moving in, I’ve discovered
I share this space with several
the lost tribe of my familiars,
Most often they sleep, polluting
this narrow space with
insatiable dreams. When they
occasionally awake, their wide
open eyes blaze with dark passions.
I find myself scribbling outlines
of unspeakable dialogue.
AcolyteFrom you, I hope to learn the mysteries of gratification,Acolyte in Free Verse More Like This
the exhilaration of drowning in love's surging seas. I long to master
all those hidden arts, those dark secrets you might share with me.
Night arranges sombre banks of cloud to cushion our sensual explorations.
your eyes reflect your joy at our completely physical immersion
Your youth hangs about you, an imperial robe, Caesar's purple,
Before you, I'm bowed as though the weight of years pressed upon my back.
Teach me to rediscover innocence, help me pick the combinations of love,
Together let's hotwire all those constricting years, let's short-out time,
cancel our years of separation, a reprieved sentence for a pardoned crime.
Any Time NowSilently, she whistles in the gloom.Any Time Now in Free Verse More Like This
All too soon, her failing sight will imprison her
in featureless night. The world may be growing dim,
it may be every day more difficult to hear its Babel of songs,
but still it is there. She fears an undiscoverable world,
formless to her eyes, that lies beyond the familiar compass
of her room
Still she whistles, silently, her mind on a lingering fragment
of a happy tune.
SenselessI've lost the power of speech,Senseless in Free Verse More Like This
become the dumbest of beasts.
I've been robbed of my senses,
stripped of all my defences.
Your exercise of bewitching touch
leaves me incapable even of remembering my name.
Your witchcraft has undone so much,
still you refuse to shoulder the blame.
There's so much for me to learn anew,
can I hope to learn it all from you?
CadenzaSuppose each one of us older than the stars,Cadenza in Free Verse More Like This
suppose that we are other than the ragged beggars we seem,
suppose that our engulfing slumber, our inner darkness,
is constantly erupting with the vanity of dreams.
Consider those uncounted aeons swallowed in the oceans
of that virtuality, where we, the ever drowning mariners,
must cling to the absurd shapes we call reality.
Will we, unknowing captives, ever be free?
Has liberty become our cage of captivity?
Oh yes, we writhe, our nakedness become despair.
as our frenzied touching reveals that nothing's there.
A City Augustine Never Dreamed OfSuch strangeness stalks these dream haunted alleys and lanes.A City Augustine Never Dreamed Of in Free Verse More Like This
At noon the city's byways still remain submerged in subterranean shadow,
sunk in a motionless reverie. No creature stirs, Within enclosing walls
murmurs, even cries might be heard, were there any curiously listening.
The sun vanishes abruptly. The day ends, precipitating all the activity of night,
the sensual argument of the drum, flares providing erratic, dancing light,
and shadows whirling suddenly like dervishes, across the crumbling plaster
of close packed walls. The alleys seethe with the flesh of strangers,
lives that pass too close to each other, remaining unrecognised.
The city's passionate nightlife huddles beneath the moon's baleful enquiry.
The TrapThe path invites you,The Trap in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
where will it lead? You follow,
before long you know.
Time, cruel tyrant,
allows no looking back.
The grave is waiting.
Close ReadingHow do you readClose Reading in Free Verse More Like This
a spiritual poem?
Listen for the silences
that resonate within the lines,
between the poet's words,
that set up sympathetic
vibrations in the secret depths
of the mind.
That which you might discover
lies beyond the amplitude of speech.
First Person, 2Night and day are spliced together once more.First Person, 2 in Free Verse More Like This
The bedroom restored, just as it was before all was swallowed by the dousing of the light. The first person has returned.
Ambient sounds ripple the morning's silence, my voice cocooned in speechlessness. The familiar solitude, the obscurity of living alone waits to greet me as I wake.
My mind, dragooned by habit, utters its spells of continuity, awareness blossoms
to conceal that complete disruption, those long hours of formless passivity.
These moments, like aftershocks, echo the great passion that all of sentient existence must share, making of rebirth a daily routine.
That great passion, the universal opening act, when each incipient being must be thrust from the eternally formless into the kaleidoscopic urgency that we call birth,
plummeting into the white water of life. The finale too is waiting, though as yet unrealised, waiting to claim its oblivious completion. Some indeed must perish before
the ordeal has even begun.
ApartmentFrom upstairsApartment in Free Verse More Like This
she heard late afternoon
sucker punch the television
as the children
covered the coffee table
and felt the dust mop
weep in her hands
at the sight.
She found the cat
under a pile of laundry,
swallowing a sock
and wondered why
bedtime took so long
to come around.
was her only accomplice
in the simple murder
of this life -
buffering the weather in the kitchen
and choking the beds
like those last thoughts
left deep in the dustbin.
Girl as ColorColor the girl shell pinkGirl as Color in Free Verse More Like This
or magnolia -
some rare vintage of wine
or a bright Italian circus,
and I shall call her mine.
Color her starling grey
or a sudden shade
daylight glistening like a puzzle
and I will claim her mouth.
Paint us both some new corner
a fresh tone of orchestra
and ripened lemons,
and I swear I will be true.
AuschwitzI saw you in the ghetto -Auschwitz in Free Verse More Like This
with your yellow star,
and collecting shoes.
And then on the last train
(or maybe it was Belsen),
hunched in a boxcar
like cows to market,
our shadows old
as the wheels
broke us down to the floor.
We drank our urine
and told the children
the train was an adventure
that did not need
Survival is a funny thing-
not always for the fittest,
and conscience can be
a silent sniper.
RedThere is nothing discreet about this love -Red in Free Verse More Like This
it hangs on my chest,
a defiant noise -
the scent of something luscious
stretched between your hips.
Your back arches
in a way only Psyche can feel.
You wear it
in a cheap red dress
that comes apart like midsummer
in my hands
as we flaunt the stars,
the stones under our skin
stretching the bed frame
till we crack.
And I fill you up,
your arms a battle
raging in the waning lies
Girl as PoemShe was once a verse by BaudelaireGirl as Poem in Free Verse More Like This
something about flowers
that were loyal to none
and I kissed her
when no one was watching.
She was a stanza by Byron
who stood on
the white cliffs of somewhere
and praised her eyebrows.
She is nothing like summer
or a lost continent;
is too bold for that.
Her shoulders are not
or a battle to be won.
I thought she was a poem -
or maybe an ode
or sonnet -
words teased and woven
that beat and bled
upon my humble pen,
not the flesh and blood
of thighs and hips
ripening beneath my gaze,
waiting to be written.
Hansel and GretelWhat kind of motherHansel and Gretel in Free Verse More Like This
sends her children out
without their shoes or coats -
nothing but a trail of crumbs
to find their way back home?
They all find their way here.
Maybe it is the scent of holidays
freshly baked inside my kitchen
or the sight of spice drops
glistering in the rampant dusk.
The children like my house -
my rich ginger carpets
so easy to get lost in
and the pink pillows
puffed and glossy with promises.
They do not notice me watching,
how my fingers slip around their wrists
to measure their meager lives
or how I can smell when
they last ate their supper.
They only smile at me
and beg for more chocolate
in greedy little voices
and ask if they can see
what's baking in my oven now.
beautyand beauty just happensbeauty in Free Verse More Like This
if you will wait
long enough -
the sound of plants
breathing under the snow,
of red petals
and green leaves
bursting on the vine
and climbing up over the roof,
the sight of rain
washing the hillside -
on the window
and the scent
that buries the laundry,
from the line
on a june morning
and how it feels
on your skin
when you first wake up
lazy with the last dream
and how she tastes -
supple and fragile,
just for you.
Garden of DelightsMy garden of delights,Garden of Delights in Free Verse More Like This
infested with such pretty, twisted things,
mandrake root and toadstools
and glistering ravens' wings.
I planted belladona,
such a melancholy crop,
and grew poison ivy in blistered vines -
a haven in the bogs.
Skullcap grew amongst the weeds,
its slithering, slivered, ragged leaves
a home to noxious worms
and mealy nettle-bugs.
I gathered withered poppies,
a delicious apertif,
and brewed brackish tea from bagworm seeds
and garnished it with slugs.
Brambles thrived between the stones -
the hedges overblown with ash and bone
to welcome all my guests,
who hunched and huddled in the damp
covered up with dark and dank,
they bobbed and hung their withered heads
and supped on wolfbane tea and griddle-thorns.
How nice to know they all are dead!
AnneSuch a tiny neck,Anne in Free Verse More Like This
spare and white,
the starched linen
tarnished in the savage heat.
The scaffolding ached
beneath her feet
and the crowd went silent
as she knelt,
the block a cruel nursemaid
to her tears.
Confession is a futile gift
and treason did not sit well
upon her shoulders
where the sun
beat down on her.
No one felt the word of God
in the father's banal words
and the axman was her final
SeptemberThe summer was so hotSeptember in Free Verse More Like This
the dogs stuck to the sidewalks
with the newspapers
and the black metal cans
everyone left waiting on the curb.
You could smell it
in the glass pitchers
on table tops,
and the sheets that never
dried on the clothes lines;
the canvas beach bags
mothers dragged wearily
across the sand
and the ice cream trucks
melting across the highways.
Children felt it open
up the windows at night
and find a corner
of the bed to smother,
while fathers baited it on hooks
or mowed it down
in flat, dry stripes
as if begging each other
And the crickets just hummed
beneath the corn silk
and the dry mouth
daring the cats to play
hide and seek -
searching for September.
Have FaithShe keeps her head above the water.Have Faith in Free Verse More Like This
her only necessary components.
He presses his lips to her bare neck,
and whispers words
causing her to melt into his arms.
His fingers gently graze
over her broken skin,
starting from her left wrist
up and up to her shoulder.
She writhes beneath
his faint touch;
watching as his fingers
trace each and every line
of her past.
She murmurs her apologies
into his chest;
his fingers intertwine
He looks deep
into her brown eyes,
searching for what will never exist
without the aid
of her one love,
her only love;
thinking of ways to draw bloodI hold my breath and sit in darknessthinking of ways to draw blood in Free Verse More Like This
waiting for quiet,
thinking of ways to draw blood
as I wait for our termination.
we fly in unison,
soaked in each other's blood
with a loaded gun in your pocket.
we are the wind, the air
and I don't want to return.
I burn my soul with yours
and we continue on our escape
from white to black;
black like our blood
in the air, no care.
Lay your LoveLay your love over me; I wish you well.Lay your Love in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am no more than bone now, the rats fed
on my ruined remains; you have no care, tell
them your sorrow has shown, kiss my new bed.
You have a heart, a heart that thrives on guilt.
Neglected my only sixteen years, who
are you? Surely, no man of worth. You built
relationships with your rogue-like charm to
deceive and con others into your fraud,
so good. You are going down now, friend. Chew
on your last deceitful words; I applaud
your valour. Laze across green, sip your brew.
I know where this is headed to, you cheat;
you are just going to sit back and beat.
Her ManiacsThe tears shake from her undying selfHer Maniacs in Free Verse More Like This
Almost as fast as her head quivers, leaning
Against the cold glass, soothing
Her ached and burning visage.
Closing her eyes,
She attempts to fall
Into another land
Where she's not being scrutinized by thirty
Odd perfects; where she belongs.
The maniacs inside her mind
Speed up undesirably as she attempts to drift.
Why would they be so kind
As to quieten, just for a minute. Or three,
When they could continue on terrorizing
Until she cut them out
But only in her grounds;
Eight hours remaining of this constant carnage.
Aching LoveYou exist onlyAching Love in Free Verse More Like This
within my throbbing skull;
that is all the love I need.
StopYour voiceStop in Free Verse More Like This
Through my ears.
It makes me want to
Scream and say
My ears bleed
At the sound of your voice.
My head pounds,
I just want to be alone
With my own thoughts,
My own voice,
I don't want to listen anymore.
Deadbeat BrainHe finds you lying thereDeadbeat Brain in Free Verse More Like This
In the filth,
Your eyes rolled back
Revealing only the white;
Just like that shit
Out the back last night.
He made the lines
And you took it in turns
Like you used to do
With your Playstation
He helps you up,
Brushes the gravel
Off your back, wipes
The blood off of your slashed wrists.
Why, why, why?
There's no sign
Of a weapon,
But there is a sign
You are damaged in your mind.
You mumble something
And he mumbles back the words
You need to hear.
The lack of those words
Is the reason
You attempted to jump off
Of the top floor,
Why you ripped
Open your wrists when
Your plan didn't go accordingly
And why you take a line
Or five to emit the swelling
Of your deadbeat brain.
and I can breathe along with youMy fingers too cold to grip and myand I can breathe along with you in Free Verse More Like This
head, swollen with thoughts
not in water but in a bath
of my blood
mixed with yours.
I am flowing in the wind
along with the pollen
and the bees, the sun is happy
I am free
and I can breathe along with you,
The nurses don't know
what it's like to be trapped in your own air;
just let us be
The blood still stains
my pallid skin
but your touch wipes it clean,
I can feel the pinch
on my wrists
and I am exposed.
I need to stay fresh
in the sun with the dandelions;
DeludedI watch the purple blueDeluded in Free Verse More Like This
Fade as you fizzle
You're kept sacredly
In a little box
My thoughts and
My lips breathe nothing
But the taste of my love
And my heart
What is left
After you ravage inside me.
i am empty, insignificantit grabs me from behind,i am empty, insignificant in Free Verse More Like This
slithers towards me
and suffocates me.
it wrings my soul
of all its life,
of all its worth.
there's no black
and even at that,
i can't be sure.
nothing is clear anymore.
everything is so
this could have been prevented
if i had taken the care due
at this time.
now i am in a never ending whirl
i am empty,
The martyr of loveI am still a stranger in your battlefieldThe martyr of love in Free Verse More Like This
My rifle on my shoulder, I do not mean to fight
My tears cutting the ground under your feet
You stand over my bleeding body
Your cold blade dripping your way out
You stab me, once and twice, you grin at my wounds
My blood meets the thirsty salty soil
They greet, they hug, they mate under your feet
They give birth to the wild bloody roses
Where every wound blooms once more
I hear your walk away, leaving my barren land
I pray for death to push the arrow deeper in my back
To take the last hopeless breath, the last breeze of love
Bury me where the old moon was born
Let my head rest in a land of cinnamon and honey
When the white hands arrive with their remedy
Tell them all my birds left me and flew north
I do not wish to heal, I do not pray for cure
Battered and broken, my heart left the shore
AttachedI grew roots for my heartAttached in Free Verse More Like This
in every twisted chamber
Hitting the ground, deep down layers of earth
There, sleeps every vein I have
Mornings of a lonely heartYou walk, one step hits the otherMornings of a lonely heart in Free Verse More Like This
Your eyes fixed on the cracks
All the strings of your heart behind you
Will someone pick one of them
Will someone see them
“Am I visible, well, I'm a +1,
I change the math of the universe”
You walk and your tears sitting at the edge
Just ready to slip away from you
Will someone catch them
Will someone ask why
Then you just hide inside your coat
And avoid every look piercing through
“Comforting my own fears, I will be fine”
You walk with your notes from last night
Falling from your pockets,
Your words, scattered on the old street
Will someone read them
Will someone understand
What language does my heart speak
That it can't find a friend in this world
When love rhymesYou said God made me perfectWhen love rhymes in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The roundness of my hip, the softness of my lip
Gentle is my tip, I take you on every wild trip
So tighten your grip, squeeze me and take a sip
Get on my last ship, it is time to tear and rip
My waves keep slamming your shore
Burning every sense in your core
Your nails on my side, always coming back for more
They take over every land, as we celebrate this war
You said God made me perfect
The size of my breast, where you built your nest
My wild birds on your chest , always flying west
The short breath is your guest, dancing, will never rest
Every touch gives you my best, closer to my final quest
Under The Murky WatersChildren of the first sinner,Under The Murky Waters in Free Verse More Like This
Dragging his filthy soul at his tail.
He does not dare to look up
Where God's face resides.
Walking the earth; a pack of wild dogs
Scavenging the last pride,
Snatching what is left of mercy.
Down creatures, leeches in the murky waters.
Always on the move to a new pure land,
Hunting down every butterfly wing,
Slaughtering every young green bud.
Children of the massacre, slaves of the cannon
You have your hands down my throat,
Your knife sliding down my spine,
You say: "Keep your smile and greet Humanity"
I swallow the rocks; I wave for my brothers
I fell, I died , they walked over me,
On the edges of your lipsMy soul flickers back and forth in your presenceOn the edges of your lips in Free Verse More Like This
As I drag myself on the floor slowly, barely
I surrender to the voices promising your love
And the dream of tomorrow bringing me your scent
You do not see me nor my fading shadow
I am right here, down here, take one look at me
I lay my wings over your shoulders, I take the rain for you
I kiss the flock of birds that flew over you
I swallow every thorn in your way, I turn your path blue
I hug every glimpse of fear in your eyes
I live on the edges of your lips, I steal every word you speak
I sleep between your ribs, I sing along with your heartbeat
I built my shrine between your palms, there, I pray for your love
And yet, you do not see me nor my fading shadow
Your grip on my heart drying up every drop of life
But I will not leave, if you tear me apart, I will love you
If you burn my dreams, cut my veins , I will love you
If you put out my candle, my golden sky, I will love you
If you rip your seed out o
The kingdomMy land stretches valleys aheadThe kingdom in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And dies at the bottom of seven mountains
Beware of the wolves; guardians of the riverbed
The black army stands with thunder in their hands
Pride blasts under the great steady hooves
Fearless hearts, warriors of our homelands
Our bread is mud, amber and row silver
And with every raindrop, falls a young star
Grows in all the palm trees, in every man's liver
We Walk Through Heaven's DoorLet your hands walk through my dusty roads tonightWe Walk Through Heaven's Door in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Follow them, on my vast lands start your fight
Let me kiss your kiss and drink your salt and wine
In your kind darkness my drops of sweat shine
Those wonderlands are yours, and what is yours is mine
Don't make me wait, come and touch every spot
All those mountains and hills, I'm saving you a lot
Kill your thirst, swim in my stream and fill your pot
İ am no longer a body , and you are no longer a soul
We are one lonely beat, was found for once and all
So, cover me with your skin as we hear the ultimate call
Breathe In my ears, and let me ask you for more
As we roll under earth, we walk through heaven's door
My Rainbow bucketThe gentle touch of your lips on my cold foreheadMy Rainbow bucket in Free Verse More Like This
The soft kiss on my palms, and I wake up, I look at you
You say It's morning, you say you love me, then you leave
Do you know what you leave behind , It is not me
Now, the world is black and white, all is concrete and ugly
The walls are pure cement and sand, and open land
There are weeds growing on the bed, and I cannot leave
When the black shadow sits behind my back,
Watches, waits for me to move,
I will not move
It Keeps taking all the light,
It dims my hopes and breathes my air
I cannot look, I cannot pray, I cannot make a sound
I crawl in bed, my arms around my knees,
I wait for you
The day is almost dead, and now you are home
You take me in, you dip me in a big bucket of rainbow
You soak my every cell with every color that is
And I am me again, I can see again,
I can breathe again
And the black ugly shadow slips down
With his tiny wrinkled hands, he runs in shame
Hides behind the door, waits for th
What a Woman WantsEvery single voice inside me is calling youWhat a Woman Wants in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Every drop of blood, and every tear is asking for you
Every hill,and every twisted road on this body is begging you
Come to me, love me like love should be
Now it is all yours, taste it, smell it, just take it all
Nothing is usual my love, nothing you have seen before
This is us, what we have is nothing you knew before
Sail to my shores, I will wait for your ships
Get closer, ride me with your horses, with your swords
I need your deep voice and your cold blade on my hips
Come and kiss me softly, then kiss me hard
Touch me like a broken petal, then touch me hard
Hold me,feel every bone in me, never let go of me,
Suffocate me and take the life out of me
Let your hands find their way through me
Let them burn me, let them find me over and over again
Let the soft tip rub every cell I have, every spot that hurts
Give me more when I beg your mercy,
Take it all when I say I can bare no more
Don't you dare stop when I no longer breathe
I long to set this world aflame.I once dreamt of ashes and dragons,I long to set this world aflame. in Free Verse More Like This
as dark ravens loomed over my sleeping form,
planting cadaver kisses along my neck.
Stepping into a river of colors, I contemplated
smoke halos and the unlit cigarette between my teeth.
I asked myself if all of this was worth it-
gasoline rainbows painting landscapes along my thighs.
I'd never smoked a day in my life, but I liked to play with fire.
[Light a match and watch me burn. ]
Poets should never make ghost children.I whisper cheap metaphorsPoets should never make ghost children. in Free Verse More Like This
into your needy ears until, like
funeral flowers, they rest upon
the atlas of your mind. You
with your napkin love letters
and cloudy storm eyes
are the only one to ever
make my scaled spine quiver.
But, my veins ache
from consuming too much ink.
I am gagging on black blood
as it spills from your fingertips
to rest upon my lips.
You asked me once if I could read
the words carved into my limbs
like prophecies of you and I
we were written in the universe
of freckles dotting my thighs.
I tried to plot constellations
along this neurotic cadaver skin
and only managed to contradict you.
Bookstore ReligionLurking in the shadows of roses,Bookstore Religion in Free Verse More Like This
I formed my own Gods,
my own constellations
between the thorns in my teeth.
Naming them after characters
in a November's love story,
Porphyria, Dorian, and Gatsby-
I tasted earth and copper pennies.
Choking on peppermint and oils-
out of my mouth in rambles of
I recited poetic prayers to the classics.
OmegaThere is a wolf lurking in my doorway;Omega in Free Verse More Like This
our eyes holding breathless conversations
as secrets whisper through the stroke of my pen
into the awaiting lungs of strangers.
Soon young pup, you'll have nothing left to say.
My heart is woven together with tight-knit words,
blood red Poe, and thumping Hemingway-
Yet, no headstrong Omega sleeps
within this slightly cracked, ribcage embrace.
"I am unafraid of forests with teeth."
TroyYou have too much time on your hands, Love,Troy in Free Verse More Like This
folding paper cranes with broken fingers,
wishing to see northern lights in the eyes of strangers.
There are no lions between your bed sheets
who understand your hunger better than I-
You are licking my wounds; one with the wild.
I swear it's you behind these eyelids- untamed
and desired by this lonely poetic canvas
stained with blood, ink, and words I can't fucking say.
You look like a Goddess standing there reading my skin
quiet and shameless, proud of the gaping hole in my chest.
I know it then, like I know my own counterclockwise heart;
I should never trust my own kind.
"I'll build you up, my Troy, just to tear you down again."
And I whispered please, please, please...
Night CattleShe owns her flesh.Night Cattle in Free Verse More Like This
Old goddess, beautiful decay-
draping along the length of her bones
like a Shakespearean sonnet.
When the graveyard lurkers
come to pray upon a carcass,
they will howl their mournful sorrow
to the earth below their claws.
Devouring her, respectfully.
She, with an aged bird spirit:
unable to be caged.
DracoIt was the unwritten poetryDraco in Free Verse More Like This
dripping from her eyelashes
that made me love her.
She was a sinking ship,
and I longed to descend
into the watery depths
of her eyes-
I could hold
It was the bruises sleeping
on the curve of her hips
that called to me like hungry sirens.
Licking her salty lips,
I traveled the scattered freckles on her back.
Shaping an angry dragon as if together,
we were part of the sky, all long-limbed,
tongues and teeth- she whispered,
"Do you know the story of Draco?"
TigressShe is the kind of girl who smothers herself in astronomy,Tigress in Free Verse More Like This
New Age philosophies and coffee shop poetry.
All fire and dragon scaled-
She hides her tiger stripes behind bruises and ink stains,
living her life by way of verse-
throwing Hemingway around like insults.
Writing her letters to the moon,
she hides her heart underneath her own floorboards,
folding blank paper birds just to set them free at 3AM.
But, it's the lipstick stained collars,
the rose thorned fingers,
and the dead stars in her chest cavity
that tell her- even a tigress can bleed.
Cross Your HeartCross your heart,Cross Your Heart in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Hope to die, stick a needle in your eye
Reflect, reflect on all you've known
A child's fear and tears of home,
Stab that shadow, you are alone.
Cross your heart,
Hope to live; you can't have what you have yet to give
Regret, regret, all you've done
An iron will and a throwing stone,
Cast the light away, forever it has shone.
The Throbbing RoomI've lived my life here in this roomThe Throbbing Room in Free Verse More Like This
This room that is most moist and mushy
I don't mind; it's warm in here
My room is shaped oddly
Like a potato with tendrils twisting upwards
I feel safe here
There is this odd earthquake
The entire room throbs and rattles
I feel imprisoned
I have to get out; have to find a way
To get out, out of this room
I am locked away; only there is no door
I cry and pound on the throbbing walls
Screaming my throat hoarse
But there is no answer–just that dreadful throbbing
No one can hear me; I doubt
My yells echo throughout the emptied room
No ears or eyes just numb skin–and that terrible thumping
I felt my body go limp and
There on the mushy, pulsing floor I sobbed
Too deep in your chest to be noticed –inside a throbbing room
HyperventilationDid you hear that?Hyperventilation in Free Verse More Like This
Like Something Snapping into Pieces
Words ringing in my mind
Air coming in
Carbon Dioxide rushing out
Something Ruptured, I don't know what
I can't Stop, I can't Breathe
Not enough air
Did you hear that?
Like Something Ripping
Needles and pins Beneath my skin
Did you hear that?
Like Something Tearing up
Leeches writhing under my skin
Shards scattered throughout my chest
Of what was once Whole and Thriving
Throbbing with Passion; A Hole in my chest
This is my End.
Haiku #3Tempers burn like wickHaiku #3 in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Voices compete with harsh words
Tide swells; Passion glows.
IncinerateFlames licking at large chunks of charcoalIncinerate in Free Verse More Like This
A tinge of charred meat stains the air
Figures draped in gilded cassocks and scarves
Command as flailing silhouettes feed lustful flames.
HaikuPretend it AwayHaiku in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Broken Hearts and Souls Shattered
Just Hold back the Tears
SaviorI Stare into the distance, Dreaming of Better DaysSavior in Free Verse More Like This
Gazing deeply into Mirrors of Illusion
Life Struggles in Silence
Lungs burning with each and every heave
Don't...for the void cannot be forever filled with bites from steel edged blades
Screams withheld within their Prisons
Locked in a shell of strength
Jaw sealed with anxiety
I can't bear this loneliness
I can't be alone in this world
Stand with me, by my side in the Valley of the Shadow of Death
And be my Key of Freedom from myself
Be my Support Beams and we shall stand tall together
Hand in Hand
You are my Savior
You ARE my Savior
Hidden AwayA Shallow Shell to hide the Endless Fathoms of Ocean Lurking WithinHidden Away in Free Verse More Like This
The External Grins
Internal; smiles inverted upside down
Flattened to Hollow Frowns
In Darkness, Incessantly Plunged
Buried in Shadows
Masking the Drowning Gasps
Veils of Deceit
A Masque of Lies
Worn Day by Day
No One ReadsNo one readsNo One Reads in Free Verse More Like This
No one sees
The world is blind and lazy
But under this white oak tree, the ground is nice and shady
Here I sit, here I sit until sun has surely fallen
Then I take my leave from this world;appalling.
No one reads
No one sees
The world is blind and lazy.
Cold RazorsCold Razors:Cold Razors in Free Verse More Like This
Let it pierce into my flesh
The cold metal of razors
and let me carve into my skin
a wonderous design of love
Love for the pain which I inflict upon myself
Love for the disgusting toxin which I bleed from deep within me
Love for all the people that remind me everyday of how pointless my existence is
Oh, I'm sorry, did you want to say something too?
Did you want to enjoy of this toxic waste?
This nauseating poisonous sulphurous odious mixture of noxious FUMES!
Ah, but you're one of the normal people aren't you
You can comb your hair without pain
You can dye it any colour you want
You can style it in any manner you please...
and yet you choose to complain?
Oh that's right, you can run too
You can run and jump and vault and swim and whatever else you feel like doing
You can enjoying the feeling of wind in your face without the need of
Ah, but that's alright, here let me sit and congratulate you
Let me pat you on the back for bringing glory to us al
Drowning in SocietyDrowning in Society:Drowning in Society in Free Verse More Like This
Cold on the inside...
shivering before the night breaks
I watch myself fall
I hear the devil's call-
He breathes to me, once now, I lose myself and burn again!
He breathes to me, twice now, I lose myself and burn again!
This feeling of the ocean surrounding me
Drown in the oil of vile society
It clings and takes the life right out of me
Drown in the love of vile society...
Break down, constructed
Break down, conflicted
Break down, constructed
Break down, conflicted!
We live our lives in hopes of growing wings
Pure white until they're stained by everything
Leave all that you hope for far behind
Let darkness come and free your broken mind
Break down, constructed
Break down, conflicted
Break down, constructed
Break down, conflicted
Break down, constructed
Break down, conflicted
Break down, constructed
Break down, conflicted!
-Chen Yuan Wen
The Dark Age of EquestriaThe Dark Age of Equestria:The Dark Age of Equestria in Free Verse More Like This
Long ago, when the stars were still young
The kingdom of Equestria burned in the fires of unholy war
For the Earth ponies, opressed by the noble unicorns
turned to the darker forces for aid and assistance
It began with a young Earth Pony, Rosenheart
Who was told by the Unicorns to pay her taxes on time
The Pegasi were sent to enforce this and she refused
"The taxes are too high!" she pleaded
sweat trickling down her face
"I cannot pay these taxes or my babies will starve!"
but the Pegasi cared not and simply took what they came for
They left her home a broken and cold place...
In desperation, she begged to the shadows that lurked around her
she asked them to help her and for this she would pay
she would pay any price that they asked
but the price they asked for was terrible indeed...
He came as a cloaked figure, standing on two legs
He was not like everypony else, instead he was something more
His eyes glowed red, like burning rubies
wreathed in malice
This is a six word storyThis is a six word story:This is a six word story in Free Verse More Like This
I just pretend to be profound
The Little SeedThe Little Seed:The Little Seed in Free Verse More Like This
Little seed floating
Dreaming that he may blossom
Drowned by the currents
-Chen Yuan Wen, Unofficial Release
JudgementJudgement:Judgement in Free Verse More Like This
You are a mewling coward and weakling
Offal to the world, yet too arrogant to admit it!
Unbridled by the feelings of shame and guilt;
A man who was naught but a self-serving sycophant...
Remember the days that you used to spend
Envious of others who worked harder than you
More and more you would curse at their backs
It was an act that blackened your tongue and soul!
Now as you gaze into the maw of the inferno
Endlessly waiting for the judge's call
Read the first letter of every line, and know the fate for which you fall.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 6th July 2012
Shards of MeShards of Me:Shards of Me in Free Verse More Like This
My weeping sorrows
Like shards of a lonely heart
-Chen Yuan Wen, 22nd April 2012
Dependent on the White PillDependent on a White Pill:Dependent on the White Pill in Free Verse More Like This
Here I lie again tonight staring at the cracks in the ceiling
I'm afraid that I must bring to light these emotions that I am feeling...
Have you ever met a man like me: calm, composed and elegant?
Or are you one of the many dummies, living in a world that is decadent?
Oh I know how this society works, believe me I have suffered since birth!
I have always been treated as a worthless pariah, starting on June the first...
My fated birthday, a joyless occassion, the date of my inception into a world of naught
With a family that treated me, as a personal clone, I was no different from our dog named 'Spot'
For the first young years of my life however, I knew I was truly happy...
I learned because I wanted to and it seemed to please my Pappy
But as I grew, I learned of truth; a dark and dirty little secret
That I was merely an average student, 'NO!' my mother bleated.
Like a sheep that could not bear the thought she forced me into books and pape
DenialDenial:Denial in Free Verse More Like This
He stands before the mountains
and sighs, knowing that they reach toward the heavens
He begins his climb
his hands soon bloodied, his fingers digging into the hardened stone
He continues to drag himself
against the crags that scrape against his peeling skin
Unwilling to end his climb prematurely
though the rocks continue to slice into his flesh
Blood is drawn with a single desperate gasp
as pain rings out throughout his frame
His feet tremble and his hands grow numb
but still he continues to climb ever higher...
The winds threaten to throw him from the face of the mountain
and they slowly begin to waste him away
His body turns to dust and is scattered away amongst the clouds
But still he presses on!
Eventually, all that is left of this man
is a pair of hands clinging stubbornly to the rocks
and though the winds may blow, the man's spirit wills them on
Inch by painful inch they climb, undetered and utterly determined
For even if he lacks a body, even if he has nothing lef
The Witch HunterThe Witch Hunter:The Witch Hunter in Free Verse More Like This
The morning is cold with a solemn chill
As the black wagon rolls into town.
The people are silent, like a funeral wake;
Their eyes never leave the ground...
The choked rasp of hindered breathing
Can be heard as he emerges from within.
The priest bearing the book of executions;
It is bound with the blackest strings...
Let evil be destroyed on this lovely day
The priest growls with a twisted grin.
He signals to his companion, who steps out lightly
This man shall purge this town of sin!
The priest then opens the book and waits;
His companion simply gazes into the crowd.
He looks as though he is listening;
And apparently the sound is loud...
With a movement as quick as a bolt of lightning
He reaches and grabs the arm of a boy.
The boy struggles and hisses violently
But the man controls him like a toy...
He places the boy on a special table
Forged and smithed from blessed iron.
The shackles keep the boy in check;
As he thrashes abo