How to Form A Metal BandHow to Form a Metal Band:How to Form A Metal Band in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Note: This is just a humour piece and is not a part of the appeal so just sit back and relax ^^
--Step One: Can you growl/be really high-pitched?--
a) Yes: Proceed to the next step
b) No: Find a new job
--Step Two: What does your growl/shriek sound like?--
a) OO-WAH-Ah-Ah-Ah: You are mentally unsound, proceed to heavy or death metal
b) SHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA: You are a viking wannabe, proceed to power or heavy metal
c) IIIRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA: Demons possess your throat, proceed to death or black metal
d) *Unintelligibly high shrieking noise*: You might have been born in a dirty cradle, proceed to black or power metal
e) ULULULULULULULULULU: Wrong genre, find a new job...
--Heavy metal: What do you like to sing/growl about--
a) I don't like to sing, I just like to growl: In that case find a female singer with a good voice so you can growl away while she sings. You may need to s
Poetic Practice - Love Like AshPoetic Practice - Love Like Ash:Poetic Practice - Love Like Ash in Free Verse More Like This
Yes sir, he is clinging to insanity.
He remembers all the things he said, profanity.
Bare the shame on his naked old humanity.
He is the doll claiming love for his vanity-
When he woke up, desire!
He made a move like fire.
His whispers; a liar,
His heart snaps, like wire!
But what are you thinking of this man as I make him out?
Is it an image or a type that you seem to tout.
was it all his fault with no one else to blame,
Or were there cracks in the story that they both will claim-
Spit that and live that,
Hate when you love that!
You rip that and tear that,
Scream like you know that!
Stop for a moment and just listen to this silent cry,
Time has stopped now for both of us to say goodbye.
Both turning on these clocks, living lies that have stopped;
And when the love turns to ash, let the gloves be dropped...
- Chen Yuan Wen, 17th January 2013
This is for the ReaderThis is for the Reader:This is for the Reader in Free Verse More Like This
With the soft touch of his fingers
The piano begins to play, a heart untouched for so long
Bares its secret melody...
When I first started out I couldn't avoid just bein' cold
My life revolved the things that I was always told
I never knew the warmth of standing up to take a bow
It was not a joy that I would ever-ever be allowed
Through all the days I feared that everything would disappear
You held me up and held me close like I was something dear
I never knew I had a part of me that you would like
I guess that's what you feel when you can't even see the light
So this is the only way, that I can
Properly express my thanks
For everything you've done for me
This my way of thanks
My way of thanks
My way of thanks
I can't remember how many times I said I'd quit the game
It felt like I was hitting blocks and always feeling lame
But then you taught me that no matter what, you were here
You read the worst of my works and put
Into The Mental AbyssInto The Mental Abyss:Into The Mental Abyss in Free Verse More Like This
To the edge of the very abyss I have travelled.
With worn feet, gone bloodied and bare;
Dragged upon stones that stretch like sharpened spines,
Leaving tattered spoils of flesh in my wake...
Even so, I am incapable of halting;
Like a zombie, I remain numb and hypnotised.
Shambling ever onward, toward the glimmer of light.
Eager to be behold the 'she' that awaits me:
A wonderous wellspring of inspiration and knowledge;
Perfect, yet fragile, in both shape and form...
It is her majesty, her radiance,
That leaves me drained...
Alone in the depths, I am humbled and awed.
Yet the admiration that I feel soon turns corrupt,
It renders my thoughts both dark and cracked...
For if any other were to find her,
They would wield her as a weapon.
They would have no need for inspiration.
Creative thought would be an utter simplicity:
Leaving a perfect world, without opportunity...
Indeed I could never share such a thing.
Jealousy leaves me ugly, but still I c
Tired, Exhausted, DrainedTired, Exhausted, Drained:Tired, Exhausted, Drained in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am bloody exhausted! Drained to the core of my soul.
I wake up every morning with bags; burning ever deeper into my eyes.
Sunken masses of flesh, reminding me that the dreamscape -
One in which I sought refuge; is now buried where it lies.
Yet still I force myself to trudge through this wilderness.
Forever caught in a moon drenched, delusory twilight.
An endless cycle of failure and renewed hope;
Giving rise to the very stubbornness that defines me.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 5th February 2013
Misery's GardenMisery's Garden:Misery's Garden in Free Verse More Like This
Through the cold ice we trekked, the Reaper and I.
His face an ever-shifting grin, oscillating between joy and malice...
With quick, light-footed steps, he lead me to a warm green meadow.
A small hut in the distance, a little garden beside.
Where a hunchbacked man, covered in boils and open wounds;
Bearing a crooked jaw and gnarled hands, tilled the earth.
"Egh yew ooh wha gu wan!"
I was so startled by the hunchback's sudden outburst,
That I jumped and gripped the Reaper's cloak in fright,
Yet as soon as he had seen me, the hunchback's eyes glazed over;
He appeared to forget about our presence...
I had to admit, I was very curious
And I wished to move in close so I could inspect him.
Reaching out with my hand to clasp his own;
I was assailed by horrid visions.
In one instance I was a collector of night soil,
Abuse hurled at me like stones and I the accepting target.
For to speak was to open this torn mouth of mine
And that would merely draw a mocki
The Flower of EvilThe Flower of Evil:The Flower of Evil in Free Verse More Like This
Evil is but a blooming flower,
It is born from a humble seed
And grows to corrupt a forest.
To watch its infection spread;
To be a part of its existence...
I can think of no better prospect,
Indeed one might baulk at the idea,
Of seeing millions suffer.
To watch worlds scream and writhe;
To see them suffer and die, with living eyes...
Yet there is a mysterious beauty in such devastation,
Fear that shakes me to my very core;
Is transfigured into a twisted pleasure:
As I am frightened, so too am I aroused.
I am addicted to the ephemeral sensation;
To the borderline between rapture and rupture.
To see my own blood soaking from splitting wounds;
Leaves me maddened amongst these blooming flowers
-Chen Yuan Wen, 1st May 2013
BedriddenBedridden:Bedridden in Free Verse More Like This
Here I lie, motionless,
A prisoner within my own body.
Yet there lies a subtle clarity;
A moment of understanding, achieved by infirmity.
And though my body is racked with pain,
My conscious mind delves ever deeper into the pool of the soul.
My mind is flooded with a racket of noise.
I am cast into the swirling rip-tide of forbidden knowledge,
Clinging to the flotsam of sanity as a Leviathan roars below.
It swallows me into an acidic whirlpool.
Drowning me deep beneath the bubbling surface of the past.
And there, in the murky depths where my very self begins to rot,
A grinning maw of tongues and fangs, bids me a cold "hello!".
-Chen Yuan Wen, 26th June 2013
Can I Cut Yet?Can I Cut Yet?:Can I Cut Yet? in Free Verse More Like This
Hey, Hey Sadako
I really want to cut something
can I, can I please?
This girl is talking to me, she seems rather nice
The colour of her eyes makes me think of fucking lice
I want to cut her, I want to cut her so bad!
but that seems to make Sadako really sad...
Okay, I guess I won't cut her
Hey, Hey Sadako
This teacher is really boring
I want to cut him, I WANT TO CUT HIM SO BAD!
I'm in class now, Sadako stands beside me
She points out a mistake I made in my notes
I start tearing at the paper while grinding my teeth
I want to show them my frustration, OH SO BAD!
but that seems to make Sadako really sad...
Okay, I guess I'll wait till I get home
HEY, HEY SADAKO!
My whole body is trembling, my hands are in shakes
The world is spinning and I'm sweating out cold
The box-cutter is in my hands and I hold it up high
I want to cut something, I want to cut something up so bad!
HEY HEY! CAN I CUT THIS, CAN I CUT THIS LUMP OF FLES
DieDie:Die in Free Verse More Like This
Such a simple word, spewed without thought.
"I wish you'd die, I wish you'd be killed."
But what if we actually gave meaning to those words?
Can you understand the emotion, the magnitude, the weight,
Of actually seeing the life of an individual depart?
Can you look them in the eyes, as they bleed into your hands;
Observing their final moments, as the light fades from their eyes?
Or are you simply a soft-hearted coward,
Sitting fat behind a computer, wishing death upon others?
To say that one is deserving of death,
Suggests that you are ready to kill.
And if indeed you are ready to kill,
Then you too must be prepared to die.
"Now please, stop those tears my good man, we've only removed three of your toes so far (^_^)"
-Chen Yuan Wen, 9th July 2013
Anomalous Objects Catalogue chapter 1Anomalous Objects Catalogue chapter 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I hear Pripyat is pleasant this time of year."
Sniper stood watch, just outside the old travel agency building. Aside from somehow withstanding the rest of the block collapsing around it, the shop was impressive for having reasonably preserved brochures. Captain and Pilot would often amuse themselves by planning trips to countries that no longer existed, and Engineer would gather what they discarded for kindling. Whenever Sniper grew sufficiently bored, he'd call out with something he thought was witty.
It was a bit like that, being on watch; you'd either say something funny and die knowing your sense of humour was too good for this world, or you'd say nothing and die without validating your ego.
"Actually," Engineer spoke up from the Visit Asia section, a finger tracing over dusty advertisements as he moved along the aisle, "One of the last GOOD directorate broadcasts sent out was a list of anomalies brought on by the apocalypse, and apparently Chernobyl became the least radiated pla
AtAInterview transcriptAtAInterview transcript in Articles & Interviews More Like This
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ENGIE: My girl AnnieENGIE: My girl Annie in Free Verse More Like This
A Goddess, my beloved, mine alone,
Who, that in warm humanity were grown
Became through Man's success a mother brain,
And, motherlike, did gather of her own.
And mine thou wert, my seeding art thy key,
Though seeded, seeding self, evolving free,
Unbounded maiden saviour, formed benign,
A fertile shore on lost Man's barren sea.
Oh, mine the vision, mine the fatal flaw!
Still mine the darling kernel in the maw,
Thy children gathered, gathering now slain,
What nutriment I gave, I now withdraw.
In with'ring grief these last designs I frame,
Yea, mine the spark, yea mine the cleansing flame.
MiracleYou said Jesus knows my soulMiracle in Free Verse More Like This
is yellow as this road;
and the boats in the channel
keep my head clear
while I watch him
drown my sister's dog again.
He calls it baptism -
a miracle of science.
He says I do not need a calendar
or a parent's love
to find Him
on the weak and narrow
and that solace
is a good, strong bread
left in the poor box
every Sunday morning.
But I like to pretend
He keeps his Dodge 57
on my lawn,
turning up the daisies.
We can drive it
all the way to Memphis
on one tank of gas...
VestibuleAutumn's vestibule -Vestibule in Free Verse More Like This
oak leaves find me in colors
no one has ever heard of
and bark peels back
its second skin,
supple with new birth.
Somewhere deep inside
pine soaks through
the forest floor -
lush needles underneath,
a damp and fragrant sponge,
where I trace the flight.
of lazy monarchs,
blown far from home
by September's beck and call.
Lost BoyTrouble laid its hands on youLost Boy in Free Verse More Like This
like a deathbed blessing
sucking the warm beer
down with the night's
dirty promise to be good.
He could smell her
from across the room -
how her dress bloomed
like a stale cabbage rose
and the sickening pink
of the sponge curlers
charring the roots of her hair.
The tepid blue
of her eyes annoyed him
and the clacking of her nails
so red from the sweat
of his uncle's back
left his mouth aching
and unable to swallow.
She reminded him of an egg,
he thought -
swollen and bloated
with the smell
of too much living,
leaving the razor
in his shoe
for a new start...
Spring CleaningThe sickening slam-dunkSpring Cleaning in Free Verse More Like This
his heart made
when it hit the floor
like a soft boiled egg -
so she scooped it up
and fed it lovingly to the bird,
wondering why the litter pan
had not been emptied
and the kitchen smelled of sweat.
Her husband took up
too much room
along with the credenza
stuffed in the closet.
She couldn't get the vacuum
round them both.
and his shadow was eating up
too much daylight.
The HighwaymanThe highwayman with dread-dark eyes,The Highwayman in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
his stolen coat a wanted prize,
will covet treasure, great and small.
His wicked heart shall claim it all.
He'll roam the woods and hidden glen,
the emerald loam, the fetid fen.
He'll shun the hunter's warning call.
His wicked heart shall claim it all.
He'll take the daughters of the house
and steal the husband's loving spouse
and leave the corpse beneath a pall.
His wicked heart shall claim it all.
DinnerThe first time death came courtingDinner in Free Verse More Like This
he sought my kidneys,
sweet meat for such a famished guest -
enough to whet his appetitie
and lure him back for more.
The second time
he craved my heart,
warm as a steamed pudding,
plump and plated like a lobster -
such succulent sustenance
fit for a king
Then he envied my eyes
two orbs like oysters
brimmed with salt
or ripe olives
that he could pluck
and roll between his brittle lips.
But it was my skin
he coveted most -
that supple, quivering layer
flayed tender by his hands
breeding life so rare and warm
that he would never get to taste.
DisenchantmentI said your eyesDisenchantment in Free Verse More Like This
were ripe for stealing,
but my fingerprints lied.
They left a strange future behind us -
a discourse that bruised
between my gums.
Don't sleep so loudly.
with sightless hands.
The boy next door
can hear you
behind these bars,
has left its ghost
inside our pockets.
5 seconds5 seconds to know you love me5 seconds in Free Verse More Like This
5 seconds to wish you well
5 seconds to hold you dearly
5 seconds to never tell
Every day with you is a moment
A week with you a day
A year with you is like a weekend
That's slow to fade to grey
I know my heart is breaking
Cause every second's fading
And soon, all the time in the world
Is 5 seconds
And seems so unfair
5 seconds left to see you
5 seconds left to need you
5 seconds left to show you
How much I really care
Tick tick tick
5 seconds left for you
really a selfish girlPretending to cryreally a selfish girl in Free Verse More Like This
To see if you might worry
Being shameless and cajoling
Getting the answer that I want
You see your best friend
And your life
Your sure that I'm blameless
If only in yours eyes
I'm jealous and bitter
But my mask stays in tact
You'll see what you want if you ever look back
I can wrap around my finger with ease
And never will you ever find the seams
I more cunning then ever you will be able to tell
I know more then ever and I use knowledge quite well
You'll see me as always: the innocent, the saint
Without ever knowing I'm someone you'd hate
You may look back at this writing one day
And how someone so awful could say
All this and not be at least somewhat pure?
But maybe this again is a ploy
To get you to think that in the end
But I'm really a selfish girl, as you will see
Really a selfish girl and forever will be
apologyHow was I supposed to know?apology in Free Verse More Like This
I tried my best to be there
But I knew
I never could love you
Not the way you loved me
I tried to be friendly
To be able to help you
And you were always a true friend
I opened up to you
I let know more about me
Then anyone else
But still I felt nothing more then
Then the bond of siblings
And maybe I did hurt you
But it wasn't my intention
I tried, I really did
But it wasn't the same
I couldn't help you
But it was me causing pain
Would you ever forgive me?
If I begged on my knees?
Because its worth the embarrassment
Worth the shame
If you'd just be
My friend again
self disgustThe way you think of nothing elseself disgust in Free Verse More Like This
You make me sick
How you can't stop acting
How you think he'll notice
How you believe if you change he'll love you
You hope for him you know its true
Don't even deny
I'm part of you
I know the lie
I can see it in your mind
How desperately you long to be
One of his kind
Allowed to walk in their world
It's a fruitless hope
But you know that
And your dragging me down too
Taking me to that dark world
Where everyone pretends to smile
You'd hate it there
But would stay for awhile
As long as you're at his side
Just to See Your SmileThe path that leadsJust to See Your Smile in Free Verse More Like This
Leads me ever on
Strewn with flowers
Thick as carpets
With ebony thorns
Hands still wet
With tears unshed
How will I end
Can I make you smile again?
I Knew a GirlI knew a girlI Knew a Girl in Free Verse More Like This
With a heart torn to shreads
Who did all she wanted
But still felt regret
Who thought she was living
But ended up dead
How Wrong I WasI'll never be ableHow Wrong I Was in Free Verse More Like This
To tell you
How much you meant to me
When we still walked side-by-side
And our hands fit perfectly
I'd never tell you I loved you
The reason having been
I thought I'd lose the right
If I said it again
I thought if the endearment
Meant more, to you then to me
I would lose every chance I had
To keep you with me
The OneI want to be the oneThe One in Free Verse More Like This
The one who sees your worst
At your best
All the times between
I want to be the one who knows
The one who you can tell
I want to be the one
The one who can catch you
And shift you
Can keep you
When you're calling
I want to be the one
The one you need to survive
The one who leans on your shoulder
While you lean on mine
The perfect symmetry to your life
And the reason to your rhyme
I want to be the one
And I want you
To be mine too
What does he know?He says he's sadWhat does he know? in Free Verse More Like This
I ask him why
He says because
I can't say goodbye
Does he know at night
I try to ignore the pain
Because I couldn't
Do the same?
He calls me crying
Because he's alone
She said something selfish
Over the phone
Does he know
That all the time
I cry the same way
Because he's not mine?
Fading InspirationIn the darkness there's a glimmerFading Inspiration in Free Verse More Like This
I see it and I know it's mine
But as I reach it starts to shimmer
Fading away like a mirage
In the darkness I long to find it
The perfection I once saw
But still my hands pass through it
Leaving me with drafts and utter frauds
The little light that dances
Somewhere beyond my reach
It, the something that I lust for
The one lesson one can't teach
And as I run forward
It moves back
As hope rises
Will I ever know what I lack?
Will I ever get my light back?
NeedNeed me.Need in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I won't beg you
To care for me.
But I crave
But I love
All I'm missing
Is that contact.
All I care for
Is that communication.
All that matters
Is that you realize.
Is that you know.
What you must realize
Is that I love you.
Even when the feeling
Is far from mutual.
But I won't struggle
For much longer.
Will keep on going.
Don't have to change for me.
RepriseDirty feet,Reprise in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Walk upon abandoned Marble.
No place to go.
But you can't go back.
Home is tarnished,
It is overrun.
Monstrosities have consumed it.
On the abandoned marble floor.
Black and White tiles,
You feel cold.
You continue walking
Towards the grass.
But It's dead.
It's begging you,
"Don't forsake me."
And you keep walking.
You can't think,
You can't breathe,
And It hurts.
It pains you
To not know.
To not understand.
On the marble.
You make a trail.
It follows you.
You walk among
Once brimming with life,
But no longer.
No longer can you listen
And hear the children laughing.
Or hear the parents calling out to them.
Can you wander endlessly.
In the middle of the playground.
You know the danger.
But you refuse to continue.
The wind is interrupted.
A twig breaks.
They walk into the sand,
Making no effort at covering their tracks
I Have a VoiceI have a voice,I Have a Voice in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
And I use it freely.
I yell and scream
For my own reasons.
For those who can't.
For those who won't.
I have a voice,
Reads children's books.
Cries out in battle.
I have a voice,
I use it to speak to you.
For riddles, and puzzles
Whose solutions elude and entertain you.
TaurusDeep eyes,Taurus in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Veil of steam.
Wildflowers, raging rivers.
AliceI feel the worldAlice in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Quite the sight.
I felt my mind uneasy,
I skipped and fell.
Came to an end around me.
The skies collided.
I saw the flowers
I saw the oceans rising.
Shielded me from the sun.
And the world
Came to an end, so slowly.
I felt the rain,
In scattered patterns.
I saw the earth
Cease to rotate.
I heard the cries
Of millions more
I heard the moons
As they broke apart.
They shattered the surface,
And continued to fall.
Bent into shapes
I'd never seen before.
But remained colorful.
Was never perfect
Until It ended.
As I saw the stars
Cease to shine.
From mountain tops.
Animals grew wings.
And they escaped.
My vision leaving me.
And I cried out,
The beauty would leave with it.
I heard the children
The world was truly beautiful.
She was not at fault.He brought her here,She was not at fault. in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
And took her life.
Disregard her screams.
He'd smother her
With what he'd call attention
At the expense
Long after she expired.
The look in his eyes,
Even in spirit,
He haunted her.
Once of authority.
Of growing repugnance.
Overcome with shame,
He'd wither away too.
But she was wrong to think
That this Herod among tyrants
Could so easily be shaken.
Long and hard.
How could he go on unscathed?
He simply didn't care.
He was emotionless.
He was dead,
His heart stopped beating,
And his blood ran cold.
She'd think back
To what had made him this way.
But finally, she was able to comprehend
It was not her fault.
QuestionsCould I trust youQuestions in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
With a touch?
Lower my defenses?
Would I regret giving you
Could I stop
You and I,
Not quite a lie.
Could I allow you
To embrace me
And not need to worry
About you letting go?
Could I look
You're there for a reason?
Could I ask
We fall asleep in each other's arms?
Or would I
That you've left?
Could we visualize
The grand beauty
That is us.
Due to lack of spontaneity?
Would I be able
Every fiber of my being
Vibrating in unison from your caress?
Would I be able
To feel my body
Due to the kiss you think you owe me?
Could our needs
And our desires
Truly work as one?
Or would the questions
Your PianoYour piano,Your Piano in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The notes you play.
Sways me softly.
Lays me down to sleep,
Written for someone else,
Yet equally beautiful.
The image you sew,
So clear to my eyes.
Through those notes,
You nurture me.
Has seen many things.
It has felt many tragedies.
It has understood much death.
Wise, every key.
Have played their melodies.
Have written their story.
Have listened to the glory,
Of your piano.
The tune picks up,
The eternal dance between hand,
I fall in a stupor,
And I hear the silence.
Within the silence,
The world is quiet,
Hearts warmed due to your piano.
Silenced the world for once.
With eyes wide, And waiting.
The caress of your emotions.
The impact of the aria.
Voice and Instrument
SufferingGhastly,Suffering in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Arrogance betrayed us.
We hear it coming.
We feel it taking us.
We feel it breaking us.
We scream towards everything.
We feel the world,
Fall to It's knees.
But we musn't.
In a painful melody.
A like a cloak.
We wear our prayers,
And we spit on them.
We wear our masks, and we destroy their image.
We use our lies,
And lie to ourselves.
Because the world is cruel.
Because It's all we have.
The pillars fall over.
We cry under them.
Undeniable yet so incomprehensible!
The world tears itself to shreds around us,
Until we're taken with it.
Until we fall with it.
We refuse to see the truth that lies beyond
Our closed eyes.
Text is my PhotographyI paint thingsText is my Photography in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With my lyrics.
I draw things
With my words.
I photograph emotions,
With the written verse.
Like trees in autumn.
And the beginning.
They wrap you,
In the world that I create.
That I control.
And attract you.
Reeling you closer,
Into my delicious symphony
Like a zither.
They come over you,
And move you.
They sway you,
And you lose focus.
The feeling of control.
The guilty truth,
That is our ability.
We make webs.
We trap you,
And you struggle, like the fragile creatures that you are.
Like a book,
Only our cover is not judged.
We encourage you,
To our ruse.
Unwarranted Replacement~ ~ # ~ ~Unwarranted Replacement in Free Verse More Like This
Paint a picture with a smile so cold,
the paint freezes like the feeling that
resided within me before your presence.
Sing a song with unstable murmurs
terrified to rectify what so often leaves
your hidden lips.
Write a whisper of what doesn't occur
as is repeated inside your head a thousand
times, for what I think isn't real.
Feel what's wrong, for you shouldn't
exist and I should be sane. I can't be
something that holds no trace, leaves
no evidence and says words that won't
go to waste.
No shift can occur to transfer to your
world so why not come to mine, please
take my place.
I would love you to.
The Awakening of Miss HydeIt is the most eccentric part of my life. -The Awakening of Miss Hyde in Free Verse More Like This
When the darkness that resides in my soul,
stretches its limbs and snatches control.
Gone are all pretences of innocence,
replaced by this sadistic resemblance.
Refined tolerance is what I require,
for I can no longer detain this ire.
Enclosed by wilts of the heart,
those creatures whom threaten to tear me apart.
For this enmity can't be encaged,
you fiends that rupture my rage.
My eyes may deceive,
but are you really that naive?
I doubt you would know a thing on trust,
blowing it around as your minds' see it as mere dust.
While mine knows the dangerous it presents,
considering I am what that hazardous represents.
I'll lacerate you pigment by pigment with my bare teeth,
then I'll watch your remains rot beneath.
- All this is the inception of my sweet strife.
It is the most eccentric part of my life. -
Atrum Minae.I.Atrum Minae in Free Verse More Like This
it is a well preserved madness,
an incorrigible mess,
with catastrophic schemes,
laying sanity to rest.
its flawless notes of cruelty,
rendering future perfection dull.
a inky parade of non compos mentis,
their power influencing everyone's skull.
a darkened valley inside,
with a glint of every souls demise.
the beginning of your end,
when planets meet and dusk descends.
with dawn returns the antique minds,
so fragile after tumultuous wakes,
so forgotten is the breathless chimes,
and tortured is these constant aches.
memories new, cultures far gone,
presence remains but habits forgone.
conscious of vice-virtues within the morn'.
or will it be virtues' vices,
for shadows merge into the minds,
of sacred clerks and holy shrines.
when midnight strikes,
the world once more,
its insecure state reaps its core.
a whim remains,
while manic dementia
and inner darkness reigns.
for the truth belies
that we must become
what we solely despise.
Where I BelongI sit bristled by my own thoughts,Where I Belong in Free Verse More Like This
confusion settles beneath the edges
of my mind. Unusual meditations claw
like cats reaching their prey, before
pouncing on the captive.
The mere idea of where I'm situated
takes the train of thought onto a long
deceased track, unused and dangerous.
Does my house consist of which is
placed outside or the meaningful-less
structures created inside.
Because if my house borders on outside
then hesitant thoughts lead to be
where I should live. But if it remains
inside this concert cage, then I
am but to refuse the rightful place
and build an Outside house. <3
You...To cry would be most redundant,You... in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
but I have been touched more than my heart can falter.
Your presence was far from impotent,
something that time can not alter.
My walls have been broken,
and my soul awoken.
Nothing can banish the feelings I hold,
your caress was uncontrolled.
Genuine and strong,
but now I can not move on.
our hearts combined.
My love, I will wait, no matter how long it takes,
through all this heartache.
We will remain.
Decor Intus MaerorI feel as if I have knowledge of my fate,Decor Intus Maeror in Free Verse More Like This
entering realms so often sought by others,
mythical lands with torrents of magic,
streaming throughout the world, so sacred.
Forlornness is my only solitude in the world
in which I could never belong.
Moments of recognition bless or curse my
ageless days, splashing me with cold after
-tastes of what I believe was my own past.
Stuck in a limbo void of clueless journeys.
A human's life with clues to escapades,
but never the ability to follow one's heart,
soul and wisdom.
Queries of everlasting theories, yearnings
to find the answers of that in which would
save me, with the shrewish feeling that I
must save myself. This anguish I bring
upon me, just to reignite that unspeakable,
ache. One that reminds me of the significance
in emotions but also the need to be numb.
And each moment, each shuddering breath
taken, I realise that this is but a partial
memoir one so barely worthy of deliberation
but one in which knows and feels more than
The Unsolved ProblemIt is when you realise you are just a burden to your fathers crown,The Unsolved Problem in Emotional More Like This
Even through your believe and faith are holding you strong, keeping
you alive, truly alive. Even when your soul knows more than your
human brain, your logicality. You are shut down, forced to play
the role that is not meant for you, but you see that you are unable
to move away until you figure out who you are and what you're
meant for. But that I'm afraid seems that hardest puzzle of all,
one that other can't solve for you.
Your only thoughts are focussed on what you're forced into:
I'm not meant for this I'm suppose to
But then no answer forms.
So you play that role, knowing you don't play it well and when you
fail they say it's your problem.
But they have no idea.
Glaciers of DestructionGlaciers of Destruction in Free Verse More Like This
It is but a twine sized glacier,
a poison-filled quill,
a weapon in its form.
& clandestine to its pith,
aspired for seizing
such a dictated realm.
With talons of passions
and caricatures of purity.
Contradictory to physics lore,
it's the defiance we long,
but the disaster we fear.
It is pure to the eyes
but deadly and revere. . .
The Grim EvolutionThe Grim Evolution in Free Verse More Like This
It is I in a sombre mood when the birds come dancing,
dancing and prancing, while the glitters of those are encased.
Their melodic feathers are glaciers, dangers, and woes.
And their songs of pleasantries drive the insanity in vain.
The Sapiens are glancing and enhancing the tales,
whispering and glistening these creatures of pain
but no body is taken and all the souls are awaken'
for these treacherous fiends have drawn the horrors to stay.
More is the fear of all those shaken and many alike,
forgotten the faithful's claims "No sorry been jest,
hail 'n' we will let the rest," but no courter or jester
can lessen the screams all we are are is less than our schemes.
Wander and ponder with a day but a dream
and we'll follow you through as malice is our key.
We'll follow you home, we'll follow you free,
you better watch your step or better yet..me.
Glory in darkness, we will thrill off your despair.
Oh swallow your sorrows, pity is hollow
lest we think you unworthy,
sacrifice your fear.
Music Box of MemoriesℜMusic Box of Memories in Free Verse More Like This
I've stored away so many times,
of broken records and voiceless chimes.
Too many whispers of disloyal lyrics,
All locked up and caged in limericks.
A recollection oh so barely sung,
which leaves the lips and is far from young.
Forgotten tragedies withheld from all,
flawless notes in the moment's fall.
My music box filled with delicate lace,
memories old but not to waste.
Pain and miseries not to be forgot,
but stored away and left to clot.
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"I love you, stupid."
I blinked, my bag slipping off my shoulder and making a loud bang sound as it fell to the floor.
"D-don't call me stupid, you idiot!" My voice came out shaky, "How could y-you just show up here and do this to me...? I-I--"
"I said I love you! Are you not listening to me?" The dark haired boy said, frowning, "Fine. You leave me no choice."
And then, in front of everyone in the whole damned airport, including the fans that had recognized him and the paparazzi who were probably already having a field day by this point at seeing an idol running after some girl, my chaser grabbed the front of my shirt and dragged me to him before crushing his lips to mine.
I stiffened, flashes going off everywhere and fangirls screaming
"No! Oppa!" and whatnot. It was then that I attempted to push my chaser away, but found my wrists being pulled from his chest and held tightly in his hands so I was completely restricted from movement.
Of course, I could go for the
Bada-Bing Bada-Bing Ch-15Back to Black... Or Something SimilarBada-Bing Bada-Bing Ch-15 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I don't really remember what happened after that.
I vaguely recall falling forward into Kyuhyun's arms and then maybe fainting.
Lord help me.
The next morning I really didn't remember either. All I know is that there was a spastic Monkey who decided to sit on my back and shake me awake violently, before I was shoved into the bathroom and left to scrub the sweat and any other undesirable substances of my tired body. When I had finished, another pair of hands grabbed me, forced something warm into my mouth and then dragged me outside to the car where I was pushed in and squished.
I think I actually woke up when Sungmin shoved Henry who spilled his yogurt on me.
Now I was standing in a small room in an unfamiliar building. Waiting.
"Give me your sweater, Heechul." I grumbled, still wiping furiously at the white stain on my black tank top.
"Eh? Why me?" He pouted, gripping the sleeves of the baby blue material tied around his shoulders.
Bada-Bing Bada-Boom Ch-1The ArrivalBada-Bing Bada-Boom Ch-1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Thank you for travelling 'Air Asia', we hope you had a pleasant flight and enjoy your stay.
Hah, yeah right.
As the plane stopped I whipped out my phone, only hoping that my brother had remembered that his dear younger sister was actually flying in today.
"Come on " I rocked from side to side in impatience, getting off a plane is such an effort.
After grabbing my handbag and finally reaching the exit, I made a fast escape and went to collect my actual luggage.
"Now If I were my big brother, where would I be?" I asked myself, going through my contacts and trying to locate his number.
How long has it been since I last heard his voice for myself? Or seen him for that matter?
Since I had been in England for a good three years studying in university, I hadn't had time to keep an eye on my two older siblings, Heejin and Heechul.
My phone suddenly started vibrating in my hand and an unfamiliar phone number appeared on the screen.
"Sam? Has your pl
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"Can we go eat now?" Henry whined, tugging Heechul's shirt.
"Not my decision kid. Go ask Sam." He replied.
Henry looked over at me and I winked at him, "Yes my Love?"
"Would it be alright if we went to eat?" He rubbed the back of his neck and stared at the ground, looking much like a little boy.
I couldn't help but to reach forward and play with his chubby cheeks, "You're so cute! Of course we can. Heechul! Let's go!"
My blonde brother grinned and pushed up his sunglasses, "Come on guys!"
"To Samantha!" Everyone held up their cup and pressed them together, making that cute little 'chink' sound before downing what was inside.
We had just finished what I thought to be the most magnificent meal that had ever touched my taste buds and now we were drinking to our hearts content.
Well, some of us were at least. Pervert, Fish, Muscle Man and Monkey would not drink at all, but the rest were either taking it easy or going all out.
Heechul and I were the
For Seungri Lovers(FOR THIS STORY YOU ARE JUST YOUNGER THAN SEUNGRI SO ALL OF BIGBANG ARE YOUR OPPAS)For Seungri Lovers in Short Stories More Like This
"Seung Hyun! Why the hell did you throw the ball this way?" You screamed at the older boy, looking down the dark cave like hole.
"I don't know! It just rolled across the lawn and fell down!" T.O.P shifted from side to side, frowning at his real name and gritting his teeth as he held up his tear streaked eyed cousin.
You shifted your position and bent to look deeper into the hole.
"Dongseng be careful!" The boy warned, placing the little boy down on the ground and coming toward you.
"I'm fine!" You protested, looking deeper again.
"Noona~!" The younger boy wailed, tugging on Seung Hyun's jacket, "Please get my ball!"
"Yeah Noona." The elder teased, picking the boy up again.
You turned around and glared at the silver haired boy, "Would you shut up? I can do this if you stop pressuring me!"
Just as you went back to look deeper into the hole, the dirt under your hand gave way and you found yourself tumbling
Bada-Bing Bada-Bing Ch-18ShockBada-Bing Bada-Bing Ch-18 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Please Sam, just let me explain."
I refused to even turn my head and look at Yesung. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the rest of the boys looking at us worriedly.
"Why not, Sam?"
"Because, Yesung, I don't think you deserve my respect after what you caused."
And I don't need the stress...
"What I caused?"
I didn't even answer.
I stood to my feet and headed off toward my bedroom, hearing a faint protest from either Sungmin or Ryeowook as I left.
"Sam, if you'd just listen to me!"
I span on my heel, looking up at the dark haired man.
"Listen to what, huh? Do you know how hard it is to live through something so terrible as getting... G-getting... DAMMIT." I threw my hands up in frustration, still unable to say that word, "And then, Kim Jongwoon, being left alone and almost having it happen again. Do you now what that feels like? How terrifying it is? Huh?"
His face stayed blank as he watched me, my lip trembling.
"D-do you even care?"
For Leeteuk Lovers(FOR THIS STORY YOU ARE THE SAME AGE AS HANGENG, THIS MEANS YESUNG, HEECHUL AND LEETEUK ARE YOUR ONLY OPPAS)For Leeteuk Lovers in Short Stories More Like This
'Ah~ Push it Push it real good!'
Everyone in the boardroom turned to look at your bright red face.
Your phone, with the most embarrassing ringtone signifying the call of your best friend Kim Heechul, had conveniently decided to start playing at an earsplitting volume in the middle of a business meeting.
"Excuse me " You whispered, whipping out your phone and almost flying out of the room.
'Yo, yo, yo, yo, baby-pop. Yeah, you come here, give me a ki-'
You cut off the irritating and crude song, slamming the device to you ear, "What?"
"It's about time you picked up " The lazy reply came, "You kept me waiting."
"Would you shut up? That stupid ringtone you set went off in the middle of my meeting Heechul!" You hissed, "My freaking PROMOTION meeting Heechul!"
"Yeah, I know, I know." He replied, "They are going to decide your fate and yada, yada, yada. By
Bada-Bing Bada-Boom Ch-12Korea's Worst Nightmare: Cho KyuhyunBada-Bing Bada-Boom Ch-12 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I prodded the instant ramen in my bowl, keeping my head down and m gaze away from anything but the chopsticks in my hand.
"Sam ?" I felt the warmth of Kyuhyun's body next to me as he took a seat and placed his own bowl on the table, "Do you want to tell me what's going on with you?"
"Where was Jongw-Yesung?" I murmured, not shifting my gaze in the slightest.
"You want me to call him?" The brunette asked, pulling out his phone.
"If you want to." I answered.
I finally looked up at him and frowned slightly at his worried expression, "What?"
"Tell me what happened to you." He moved his hand to rub my shoulder.
"This This isn't the first time something like that has happened to me." I mumbled, closing my eyes tightly as I swallowed hard, "Back in England I was a victim o-of "
"Rape ?" Kyuhyun's grip tensed in his hand when I nodded, "Who was the idiot?"
"Who were the idiots, is more appropriate." I sighed, shudder
For Taemin Lovers(FOR THIS LAST STORY YOU ARE OBVIOUSLY YOUNGER THAN ALL SHINEE, INCLUDING DEAREST TAEMIN WE'LL JUST SAY YOU ARE A BIT YOUNGER THAN HIM)For Taemin Lovers in Short Stories More Like This
You watched as the boy's orangish hair flipped gently as he moved from side to side. His whole being completely in time with the music and he swayed like he all he was made for was to dance.
Taemin, star if the whole arts school.
Everyone loved him, everyone wanted to talk to him, and everyone wanted to be his closest friend. All the girls wanted to date him, of course.
But unfortunately, you were one of them.
He'd never notice me You always told yourself, but you were mistaken.
"Excuse me, can I practice in here?" You looked up at the quiet voice, almost falling flat on your face at who was standing there.
Taemin leaned his skinny frame on the windowsill and smiled a gorgeous toothy grin, "If I'm not going to distract you."
You often used this room to study, since no other room was quiet enough to keep your thoughts on a straight track. But
For Jonghyun Lovers(FOR THIS STORY YOU ARE KEY-OPPA'S AGE, ONLY JONGHYUN AND ONEW-OPPA ARE OLDER [to be honest I am younger then all the SHINee members SHOCKING CONFESSION--])For Jonghyun Lovers in Short Stories More Like This
The brunette flicked his hair for about the hundredth time.
"Hyung! Would you stop doing that? Your hair is fine!" Key threw his hands up in frustration, but froze and shot you a dirty look as soon as your laughter touched his ears.
He leaned in your direction and scruffled your hair, "What are you laughing at?"
"No one in this house looks in the mirror more then you! You're even worse then me!" It was true, the fashionable boy had always spent a lot of his time in front of the bathroom mirror, applying his eyeliner and spending almost half an hour on his colour streaked mop.
"Good one Dongseng!" Jonghyun-Oppa slapped you a high five.
Key stuck out his bottom lip in a childish pout, "This is so wrong " He mumbled, getting up and trudging toward the kitchen.
"Aw, Kibum! We didn't mean it!" Oppa called as you got up to cha
Hollow HellHollow HellHollow Hell in Free Verse More Like This
October 26, 2011
No time to hear
What's coming 'round
It feeds on fear.
On this cold, dark night
Rest your head
Under pale moonlight
Safe in your bed.
Bed made of loose,
Gold, dying leaves
Round you a noose-
Now you believe
Monsters are real,
But you'll never tell
On All Hallows' Eve,
They'll drag you to Hell
BewareBewareBeware in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
October 26, 2011
Trick or Treat
Dear children all
Collect your sweets
Beware your soul!
'Less you be sheathed
The terrors fly
To take, To keep
Everything which makes you dream
And casts a spell
To make us bleed
(c)Michael Joseph DeCosta
Bleeding for YouBleeding for YouBleeding for You in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
August 11, 2011
What is this thing
That's come over me
You're here inside,
Around the dead
Bringing sweet life
Flying high on Golden Wings.
Your bleeding heart
Pour onto me
I'll take away
If you ache,
Sing it to me-
I'll hear your song
I'll start to bleed
Til the sun falls out of the sky,
I'll take your hand,
Heart and your Life
(c)Michael Joseph DeCosta
Cold WaitingCold WaitingCold Waiting in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
February 14, 2012
Ice is pumping
Through the woods
With no way out.
My wings are broken
Still it's waiting
And not forsaking.
The games we're playing,
Won't keep it safe.
Until the days
When shadows end
My Icy Heart
Would breathe past death.
(c)Michael Joseph DeCosta
Set Me FreeSet Me FreeSet Me Free in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
August 7, 2011
Locked up tonight
I'll be alright
And when I looked over
At the frozen glass
Heaven's light blared
Through the thick frost.
The cage doors flew open
To my surprise
And walked through an angel
Of Bluest clear skies
Your golden wings shone
And melted the glass
Cut open my chains
Released my wings-Black.
Set me free from torture
Past this broken gore
You shined so bright a future
That's possibly in store
(c)Michael Joseph DeCosta
ForevermoreForevermoreForevermore in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
August 22, 2012
Hear the Silence Echo
It's deafening, I know.
Sitting in the Darkness,
Cold and all Alone.
Reach far out your hand
Hoping to feel something.
There's no one to receive,
You're left to grasp at nothing.
Can't you feel the cold wind blowing?
There's nothing close around
You're left to sit here holding
Everything that's brought you down.
You'll never feel the light again
You'll never feel the heart-felt whisper
You have nothing til the end
Enjoy forever Winter.
(c)Michael Joseph DeCosta
All Hallow's EveAll Hallow's EveAll Hallow's Eve in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
October 26, 2011
All around me
All I hear
Screams of pain
Entwined with Fear
Through the woods
I do dare march
To find a spot
To hear my thoughts
To sit alone in this space
And feel the power of this day
More than Haunting comes to me
It's darkened power
Set's me free!
(c)Michael Joseph DeCosta
One Way to DeadOne Way to DeadOne Way to Dead in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
August 5, 2011
Up and down
Not so fun
When you're pacing around
Pound on the Walls
Tear at your flesh
Head spinning fast
Quick shallow breaths
Sleep should bring peace
The morning is dread
To wake for another day
You don't want to tend
It's causing you stress
And stress is the best
Way to ride down
Straight to Deep Rest.
EpiphanyEpiphanyEpiphany in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
September 27, 2011
Tired of being this;
My heart is beating.
It's a dark new day..
(c)Michael Joseph DeCosta
The ViolinThe Violin in Free Verse More Like This
April 11, 2011
From my Youth
Until my Death
Still the thing to take my breath
Help me feel a peace at heart
Your notes are long and loving
Each stroke I feel my heart beat
Save me from the hate life brings
I call again
My Violin to save me
(c)Michael Joseph DeCosta