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
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
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
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
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
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
Immortal ButterflyImmortal Butterfly:Immortal Butterfly in Free Verse More Like This
I remember the Immortal Butterfly
Translucent wings that drank from the sky
Glittering dust would fall with every flap
Like warm tears dripped upon my tiny back
I would always chase this butterfly
as it makes its way across the sky
When I look I feel as though I can forget
The painful needles that twist into my back
I would always dream of this butterfly
and I wonder if I could ride it and fly in the sky
When I dream about it, I don't regret
Not being able to leave this tiny bed
Sometimes I can't see the butterfly
My vision turns grey like a stormy sky
I get scared during those times, because it makes me think
Of how everything could fade, before my eyes can blink
I remember when you first brought me this butterfly
You said you plucked it right out of the sky
Did you know it was the first thing that made me smile?
I'll tell you that story, so let me rest awhile...
I love...this little butterfly
It gave me dreams...of a beautiful sky
Although it was somethi
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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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.
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.
CalypsoHer smile risesCalypso in Free Verse More Like This
with the tide's rapid breath
against the shore
for she knows
the sea will claim its own -
tall ships and turrets
spun out of sand
and the pearl twist of moon
caught upon a basslet's back
when conch's dulcet tune
lulls manna from the waves.
And what sirens claim for treasure,
men can only dream of....
Mark of CainLike brothers everywhereMark of Cain in Free Verse More Like This
he kept the stain close by
perhaps to remind him
revenge is a dish
best not served.
He could not remember
how or when he got it.
Maybe it was that first winter
of the bones -
the cold was so mean
it broke the horses hooves
out on the river
and he'd held his brother
under the thin ice
just to feel his weight
turn the water blue.
Perhaps it was the spring
they both fell in love
She wore too few clothes
and her smile,
slung low in the pocket
below her hips,
always dared them
to try and pull her blouse up
or steal cigarettes
for her to dangle
between her lips.
His mother swore
it was during the summer
all the trees died.
The locusts grew round -
plump pods that burst
when they got caught
in the streets' hot tar.
He'd thrown his brother
off the roof,
wondering if boys who limped
and why his tears
on the way down.
But he remembered
a day in November
the sky so black
it made the blood
in his veins
The droning of leaves
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
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
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
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?
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
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?
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.
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.
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.
But She was Old.She was old.But She was Old. in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
She could hardly walk,
So peaceful, and comfortable.
Her limbs hurt.
The world around her
But she was old.
And It didn't matter.
She gave many years.
She lived very long.
She was there for us to care for.
She was there to care for us.
She was lively,
Like a ribbon.
She ate happily,
When all she'd get were scraps.
She'd live proudly
Those are years
She'd never get back.
She was with us when
She was with us
When grandma died.
And she knew.
Her bones deteriorating.
Hey eyesight worsening.
When she couldn't hear any more.
She was glad.
Because we were glad.
She lived on for us.
She simply couldn't carry the burden any longer.
She felt herself leaving us.
As her eyes closed for the last time
She didn't bother to say goodbye.
Because she knew.
AbuseShe woke up early. Walked past her mother in a hurry, waved but said nothing.Abuse in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You were told this, but you did not know her.
She liked to play with stuffed animals. She loved her lions.
You were told this, but It didn't matter.
She wanted to be a doctor. She wanted to care for those who were abused, and hurt.
You were told this, and you scoffed at the irony.
You wouldn't have known.
You wouldn't have cared.
It wouldn't have mattered.
She was so scared.
He found her in the park,
Her leg hurt.
And he took advantage.
She was seven.
She liked the park in the morning.
She liked the birds singing,
But not this time.
The Birds are scarce.
But It didn't matter.
Because he didn't care.
Because she was seven,
And he was sick.
He grabbed her,
And took her into the woods.
He touched her,
And told her not to cry.
And he hurt her.
He hurt her until she could not cry anymore.
And there you were,
Gasping through the bushes.
When you could have done something.
Motherly Duties.Because she knows nothing.Motherly Duties. in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Because she wakes up in the morning
Thinking she does.
I don't depend on you.
I don't depend on
What you do.
I'm not here
To be fit into your schedule.
I'm not here
To be the one to turn off your cigarettes.
Maybe I should not be here.
You fear for my future.
You should know to fear
Me as I am.
You should realize
That we're capable of the worst things.
And I am not
You should listen,
And close your mouth.
You should hear,
And stop yelling.
You should be able
To figure out
That I don't need you.
I don't need you to protect me.
I don't need you to get things for me.
I don't need you to understand me.
And I don't need you to feel proud for trying.
You're there to make me feel worse.
You're there to point fingers, just like the rest of them.
You're there to tell me to calm down,
And to ridicule me when I do.
I'm not yours.
And you mean nothing to me.
Don't try to antagonize me,
Because age doesn't really matter.
I'm tired of being treate
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.
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.
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. -
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.
Perilous JudgementIt is always the quiet ones,Perilous Judgement in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
with catastrophic lives,Hidden history,
of masks and lies.
It is always the strong ones,
who need protection the most,Seeking for help,
with no words, only morose.
It is always the loud ones,
who have no voice,Only speaking of profanities,
nothing there to rejoice.
It is always the careless ones,
with the most sensitivity,Broken underneath,
yet impenetrable from objectivity.
It is always those never guessed,
Those that never let anything rest,
Those who are seen as the impervious ones,
The ones who will always be there.
But one day, they won't...
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
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
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
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
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
InsomniaInsomniaInsomnia in Free Verse More Like This
May 31, 2011
Is casting shadows in the dark
Haunts in the Silence
You're lurking behind
Waiting for my fall
I'm lost in your dark call
Eternal Slumber seems so right.
(c)Michael Joseph DeCosta
Dead AgainDead AgainDead Again in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
October 13, 2011
Walking alone too long now.
Nothing here seems real.
You knew from the moment you fell down,
You'd never truly feel.
Cast in the dark,
Don't let them look in-
Fool the world
Pale, freezing skin
Cracked, crooked smile
And inside you bleed;
The unknowing world
Making you scream.
Try their game, see how far
You make it, once you take it off.
What's this you see? It's never been?
You're trapped inside the lie again.
Stone, trapped above the ground
You're dead inside, there's no way out.
(c)Michael Joseph DeCosta
Dating Service Frank walked into the small building with his hands in his jean pockets and his head down. I'm insane, what kind of a pathetic, lonely, loser would stoop this low?...Oh yeah, me. Frank thought to himself, still embarrassed that he was actually going through with this. A few weeks earlier, one of Frank's friends, Ruri, had told him about the place he was at. It was a date-finder business, for lonely people to find other lonely people. He had refused the idea at first, but after thinking about it, and sitting through another Valentine's Day by himself Frank had decided to give it a try. He walked up to the lady at the front desk, "Um, hi?"Dating Service in General Fiction More Like This
The lady looked up from behind a pair of thick glasses, and pointed to a piece of paper, "Sign your name and we'll be with you in a moment." Frank did as he was told and scratched his signature down on the sheet, before taking a seat in the waiting room, and turning on his ipod. After a few minutes or so, Frank thought he
Babysitter :Frerard: "Thanks for coming on such short notice."Babysitter :Frerard: in General Fiction More Like This
Gerard smiled, pulling off his jacket as he stepped inside the warm house, "No problem."
Mrs. Iero stepped outside, rubbing her hands together in the chilly night air, "Anyway, I'll be back around eleven, try and get him in bed around nine or ten, okay?"
Gerard nodded, "Okay," he turned his head, looking around, "Um...where is he anyway?"
"Oh, he's probably in the living room watching TV or something. Don't worry too much, he usually behaves himself."
"Oh, okay then. Have fun then."
"I'll try. Thanks a lot." Mrs. Iero shut the door, leaving Gerard in the house. Gerard was babysitting her son, Frank. She called just a few hours ago and had left him with very little information about the kid he would be looking after for the night. Although, Gerard didn't care much about that. The only reason he was even babysitting was because he was in serious need of some cash.
Instantly Infamous 2 Frank stood silently, taking a moment to register what Gerard had said. He just agreed...He just agreed! Frank suddenly jumped forward, throwing his arms carelessly around the taller boy. Gerard stayed still, feeling uncomfortable in Frank's grasp, taking relief as the shorter quickly pulled away, muttering an apology, but looked up, beaming, "So, you'll do it?"Instantly Infamous 2 in General Fiction More Like This
Gerard nodded once again. Frank took hold of his arm, clinging to it happily, burying his head into the crook of the other boy's neck, "Thank you!"
Frank's father cut in with a heavy sigh, "Fine! You're willing to go through with such a travesty then so be it! But I'll have you know, you have agreed to marriage, so therefore, you are burdened with this decision and are not entitled to change your mind."
Frank hugged Gerard's torso, repeating 'thank you's into his chest, before pulling away, looking up, "I tru
Keyboard :Frerard:Tap. tap. tap. Pause. Long, thin fingers hovered over the keyboard. A pair of bright hazel eyes ran across the raised squares, each marked with a specific letter. Those eyes stopped moving, focusing on two particular keys. A tiny smile, barely even noticeable, hinted at the corners of his mouth.Keyboard :Frerard: in General Fiction More Like This
"Hey Gee." The sudden voice didn't bother Gerard, as he had become used to, even fond of that voice in particular. He loved the way it could sound so smooth. The voice came from a noticeably short man, covered in elaborate designs and patterns of ink. He lazily hopped into an old gray chair placed conveniantly in front of the television screen. Crossing one leg over the other, the area just above his ankle resting beside his knee, the short person spoke up just as casually as before, flipping the televison on with the remote, "Whatcha doin'?"
Gerard sniffled a little b
So, New Boy 9"Okay, well bye Frankie." I waved to Frank as he, Bert, and I stood in front of the Iero household.So, New Boy 9 in General Fiction More Like This
He moved forward, trapping me in a hug, "Bye Gee!" He pulled away, but I noticed one of his arms lingered around my waist. He held out his hand, looking up at Bert with a straight face, "Goodbye Bert."
Bert leaned down slightly, shaking Frank's hand with a smirk, "Later Frank." Frank let himself in, shutting the door behind him, leaving me and Bert outside.
Leading the way away from Frank's house, Bert attempted to start a conversation, "So...when am I getting paid?"
I shook my head, "You'll get paid after our "date" on Saturday. Remember, there's gotta be evidence too. Something I can show Frank, like a picture or something. We've gotta make this thing look real."
"Whatever, just don't think you can skip out on the cash."
"I won't, god, relax. You'll get your money,"
"Good, 'cuz I don't work for f
Sad Rainbows There was a sort of dim lighting that took on the sky. The kind that you only get right after the rain stops, when the air is fresh and crisp, but when the last bit of moisture is still lingering in the sky.Sad Rainbows in General Fiction More Like This
It's also only in these distinct conditions that a rainbow forms.
I stared up at the sky, sighing in awe at the ribbon of color that arced overhead. The person next to me was silent, also peering up towards the sky, his head tilted to side slightly, the way he tended to do when he was thinking.
The air around us was silent for a while, seeming almost abnormally peaceful for a crowded town in New Jersey.
"Have you ever noticed that rainbows look sad?"
I turned my head to the side, looking at him oddly. He was still facing forward, head cocked, eyes locked on the formation of light. His pixie features were calm, like what he had just said was com
Instantly Infamous 4Frank took Gerard's hand, lifting himself up from the cold floor. "So Frank...what do you usually do around here for entertainment?"Instantly Infamous 4 in General Fiction More Like This
Pushing his hair back, Frank thought for a moment, "Um...well, sometimes I speak to the servants. I have a few that I have grown rather fond of."
"Oh? May I meet them?"
Frank's childish grin lit up his features at the idea, "That's a wonderful idea, I think they would like you."
"Then lead the way!" Gerard gestured forward theatrically, making Frank laugh. He was pleased that Gerard didn't seem as serious or uncomfortable as he did previous. He took hold of the taller boy's wrist, pulling him forward with surprising strength for somebody so small. They ran through the halls, laughing as Gerard stumbled a few times, tripping over his own feet while being continuously tugged forward. Running around in such a careless manner
Instantly Infamous 3 Gerard awoke the next morning in an empty bed. He sat up, greeted with the pleasant lack of back pain. It took a moment for his thoughts to properly arrange themselves as he stretched, rubbing his eyes. He quickly remembered everything, and realized what was missing, "Frank?"Instantly Infamous 3 in General Fiction More Like This
The small young man entered from a separate section of the enormous bedroom, "Oh, I see you have awakened?" Gerard nodded, still a bit drowsy. "Well come here," Frank grinned, hands behind his back, "I have a surprise for you."
Gerard uncovered himself, shivering as the cold air hit him, but was able to shake it off, going over to where Frank was standing, the short boy swaying slightly in his obvious excitement.
"What is it?" Gerard cocked an eyebrow, looking down curiously at the boy's gleaming hazel eyes. A small black box was thrust in front of him. He took it timidly, looking
Puppy dogs- Peterick "So yeah, and he was like--" The blonde-haired man stopped in his tracks wiht a look of sheer horror painted across his soft features, "HOLY S--T!"Puppy dogs- Peterick in General Fiction More Like This
"Whoa Trick, what'd you do to make him say that?" Pete laughed, leaning back in his chair, balancing on two legs.
Patrick didn't answer him, instead he disappeared into kitchen, emerging moments later with Hemingway firmly in his grasp. Holding the drooly dog away from him almost disgustedly, Patrick plopped him down in Pete's lap. Cheeks red and his hat crooked in his fluster, Patrcik looked quite comical, or at least Pete thought so. Glaring down at his friend, the short blonde man crossed his arms.
"You keep that mutt right there."
"Why? What'd Hemmy do?"
Strolling out of the kitchen, Patrick's dog Penny sat quietly by her master's feet. Looking uncomfortable,
Metal -Frerard- Frank hated metal. Well no, not all metal. Metal was in his favorite belt buckle. He also liked to listen to a good bit of metal. Come to think of it, there was really only one type of metal he didn't like.Metal -Frerard- in General Fiction More Like This
Braces. He hated his braces more than anything else about himself at the moment. More than his unruly hair. More than the specks of acne that would vandalize his face every now and then. More than anything about himself.
Well, that's not true either. His braces were the thing he hated most about his looks. His personality was totally different. He always had something to say, always had an opinion and was never afraid to voice it. That was of course, until he had to face Gerard. Granted, that didn't happen often, but when it did he could scarcely get a single sentence to pass