Letting Go of YouLetting Go of You:Letting Go of You in Free Verse More Like This
You abandoned me in the past
without so much as a proper goodbye
One day you simply chose to walk out the door
and you never did come back...
I was angry then, hurting badly
I wondered if I was in some way inadequate
I wondered if you left because I am so easy to despise
and eventually my sorrow turned to anger
I wanted to become great
to show you that you made the wrong choice
to take my strength and throw it in your face
just so you would regret it
But then I saw how happy you were...
In the time we've been apart
You've made a new life for yourself
You've found someone who loves and treasures you
and upon seeing that, my anger faded...
Your smile, that which I fell in love with
is more radiant now than the morning sun
a gentle blush upon your fair cheeks
takes my breath away, just as it did so long ago
Of course, I don't hold any hope for us to be friends
I don't think that it would be appropriate for me to come back
but perhaps one day, if
Where Angels PlayWhere Angels Play:Where Angels Play in Free Verse More Like This
A lonely spark appears before me tonight
amongst the struggles deep inside of me...
Should I give in, will I breathe in?
How much more can I be forced to take
before my soul breaks?
Shards crashing into me
letting me know I am alive
I am barely breathing...
The moon lights my pathway
deep in dark, where we will fade
I've walked past the archway
Where angels will play...
The warmest touch, upon my skin
Wings that glow with sacred light, from deep within
They have come to take me back, to where I've been
Gone away into the winds, my voice forever lingering
Do I alone escape this and find my peace
without concern for what is left behind
Even if I could close my eyes in endless rest
The thought of you keeps me breathing...
The angel that leads me, deep in dark, where I seem to fade;
The lonely spark that keeps me, is the warmth of your heart...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 30th September 2012
Aren't You Ashamed Yet?Aren't You Ashamed Yet?:Aren't You Ashamed Yet? in Free Verse More Like This
Truly an object of mystique and mystery
A simple device, with a painted layer
That conceals a face of rotting worms
Oh, I'm sorry, was I supposed to overlook it?
Let me rephrase it in a more appropriate manner
You are a cowardly, pathetic, miserable, filthy
Unintelligent, soul-sucking, perfidious, bag of rotting worms
You who once held my respect, you who were once my friend
you shared in my secrets and you shared in my dreams
But in the end, it was the lies
The horrible, filthy lies that spew forth from your tainted lips...
I guess it was a simple decision
I had no need to keep up this facade
and so I decided that I too should enjoy this game
and I began to taint my lips with lies
Oh how I enjoyed your anguish and misery...
That wonderous feeling of having you squirm
and before I knew it, I found myself wearing
a mask to hide those rotting worms...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 9th
She's Not Your ToyShe's Not Your Toy:She's Not Your Toy in Free Verse More Like This
Mmm, it's okay sweetie
Just stay quiet
It'll all be over soon...
Creaking springs and quiet eyes
Cold without emotion
The smell of fear is mixed with sweat
Breath like a churning ocean
The waves and tide will push and pull
as water fills the cave
The heart longs to stop itself
when there is nothing left to save
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday dear Jenna
Happy birthday to you...
A shock of pain brings her back to the present
The muscular form above her contracting in the dark
She remembers now that her limbs are pinned
but she would not move them anyway...
Happy birthday sweetheart, you're older now
You've grown up well haven't you...
A single shuddering thrust means that everything has ended
and once again a wet worm is pressed to her lips
The weight lifts from her body, leaving red marks around the wrists
limbs denied blood begin to buzz softly as the silence suffocates
She will not move from here, because i
This is All About YouThis Is All About You:This is All About You in Free Verse More Like This
Most people giving you advice, might take a quote from a book
Most people giving you advice, have never had a real look
So from someone who's been watching, let me lay my heart bare
I want to show you all the special things, about the girl for whom I care
She always does her very best, no matter how tough the task
Even when she's struggling, she puts on a brave mask
She's always trying to learn new things, just for a chance to make you proud
She can be a little bit quiet, but I think that's better than being loud
She's not the very best in sports, I know she can be kind of a klutz
But she smiles and goes on anyway, now that takes a lot of guts...
She gets embarassed pretty easily and gets far too nervous to talk
But I know she'd like it if we held hands, whenever we went for a walk
She doesn't need a lot of pretty things, she just wants someone who cares
I bet she'd like to have someone, whom she knew would always be there
I remember when she tried to cook
Whispering to LuciferWhispering to Lucifer:Whispering to Lucifer in Free Verse More Like This
Humans are such wonderous creatures
even when granted the gift of knowledge
They fall prey to their own insecurities
slaves to their own fears and paranoia
Such is the father's gift of free will...
Yes my lord, I understand
but do you not feel disappointment?
The great bringer of light has condemned himself to an eternity of darkness
simply so his father's children may roam free
Without adversity, there can be no acension...
Ah, such a philosophical statement from you
I am well aware that humans must experience both extremes
Without tasting joy it would be impossible to understand sorrow
Yet I fear that my brothers have forgotten that, in a single minded pursuit of-
Aye, clever you are to see that
for these brothers of mine find comfort in the wondrous art of destruction
self-abuse is taken as 'fun', addiction is a personal right
Greed is good and gluttony is gold, sloth is scoffed at
and wrath is protected by the comforting
Waking NightmaresWaking Nightmares:Waking Nightmares in Free Verse More Like This
It begins in the same way, every single night
Fire spreading from an altar in the darkness
As all living beings are slowly consumed,
The coruscating flames appear wet with blood
The scene then changes to a flooded hallway
Live wires dangling just above the water,
Like venomous serpents slithering in the darkness
A single pounce would end my life
Eventually the hallway ends with a door,
One that reminds me of forgotten yore
And my thoughts shall be in rhyme at this point
As though lips and tongue are eternally joint
What maddened schemes have they in mind?
It is not a question, I may ask at this time.
Quickly I am brought before a bone-wrought throne
Kneeling as my flesh is carved 'Atone'
My thoughts return to me and they are normal now
I somehow retain awareness of where I am.
I see before me, a creature rising;
From the shadows it grins and bares its fangs
'I am the end, which you so desperately seek,
And the mo
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
Little Soldier BoyHe does not fight for the General barking orders,Little Soldier Boy in Free Verse More Like This
Nor for the man in a suit, who sent him across borders...
In his pocket he keeps a single picture, a sole reminder
Like ancient scripture. A home he misses so endlessly,
Tirelessly calling out in his dreams at night. It is the last
That remains on his lips, with his finger pressed upon the trigger.
A single heartbeat, as he sights his enemy; A quiet prayer
To rest in peace. Yet soon it fades, as hope is fleeting;
For the little soldier boy, once marching home.
"Bottoms up buddy, I miss you..."
-Chen Yuan Wen, 18th October 2012
The Avatar StateThe Avatar State:The Avatar State in Free Verse More Like This
Just as there are four elements
Existing in harmony with one another
So too are there four states of poetry:
Air is the element of freedom
Exemplified by the use of free verse
It has no structure and no true shape
But allows us creative control
Through the use of air as a poetic medium
We allow our emotions a freedom to be
We allow them to soar upon worded wings
Gliding freely through the skies of literature
Water is the element of the changing flow
It can be hard as ice or as soft as snow.
Its nature resembles the power of rhyme
Which grants us order and a structured mind
By pushing and pulling the words we may-
create a picture of what we wish to say
Painted upon a canvas of emotional lines
We create a sculpture of structured rhymes
Earth is uncomprising
Craggy on the whole, it resembles the concrete
Like the craggy mountains with peaks and valleys
It can take us down
A creative alley. For rock resembl
TriumphTriumph in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
triumph for the King
His truth will be acknowledged
all shall be revealed
wait a minute this isn't rainI was not in the room that daywait a minute this isn't rain in Free Verse More Like This
I shot him from the hallway
Yes, and all that blood came
To my hands like rain
I talked to nothing
I cried about the little things
I don't normally leak for
I don't normally shoot people, either
But this one
Climbed too high in my head
Oh, baby don't whine
That's what you get
A piece of my sweet time
halifax at nightThere's fire in my hearthalifax at night in Free Verse More Like This
With smoking, burning of the oven to the brim
Of all delusion
Leaves no trace of sin
In each cup bloodied, a flower of seven
Each petal, a cockle
Each ending to begin
I want to ride that Ferris wheel again
Until the daylight droops all swoony
Past the moon and to the doorway
creates a shadow
Heaven help me
marigoldNo depthmarigold in Free Verse More Like This
In the craters
On your skin
Just dark marks where your past lives have been
I want to be reborn
But you're not done with me yet
You've got to let me go
Darling, just let me go
I was in the city
Saw the same dress you wore that day
Your heart tattoo
My loving you, as it is
I'd torture you a new one
But it's hard to say
You've got to let me go
shawarma, evenI want to lose my virginity to the right girlshawarma, even in Free Verse More Like This
But not because I feel it's sacred
I want to lose my virginity to the right girl
Like I want to try dessert pizza for the first time
With the right girl
dadSafely away on the passage of loversdad in Free Verse More Like This
I spread your spare parts to the sea
A quiet moment for our departed management
Our ever-towering presence
Our flesh knife
For watching with eyes, and nothing else
All day, you sat
Bulbous chin over books about fishing
And reeling them in
And you never did talk
Or sing to me like a father should
An old hymn to reinstate my atheism
And to scold me for it
love itI used to play in sandlove it in Free Verse More Like This
Before I realized it was glass
So now I play in glass
Because no one else will do it
No one else will touch it
But my skin gets cut for nothing
So I may as well
And I may as well
the bloody awful poetI'm getting blinder and blinderthe bloody awful poet in Free Verse More Like This
In this heat
I'm almost nothing
I'm still fierce and ready
For a damn bloody fight
miss keroseneTell me now, Miss Kerosenemiss kerosene in Free Verse More Like This
Will you write for me a song to sing,
About everybody you cut open in a day?
It's alright, it's okay
You're a surgeon, anyway
I felt a little sick
So cure me
Just a kiss, on the lips
Oh, I'll miss
don't learn from meI'm finedon't learn from me in Free Verse More Like This
I'm as sweet as I am
As I am coloured in
As I want to die
Are you writing this down?
goodbye oedipusI am not going to call you 'baby'goodbye oedipus in Free Verse More Like This
Everyone already knows that you're a child
And you cry for your mother
Whoever she is
It's not my job to keep you in your crib
And I'm sorry, too
For the fact that I can't breastfeed you
Even if you want me to
I wish that you were made this way on account of gypsies
But you really weren't
And I'm really tired of waking up with your face down my shirt
So I'm going away for a while
And I want to say, 'baby, goodbye'
But I said I wouldn't call you 'baby'
So never mind
DE-23 Part I Chapter 3DE-23 Part I Chapter 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
After arriving home, I’d decided to go for a walk to clear my head, maybe stop somewhere to do some drawing. I picked up my sketchbook and my lime green pencil case and shoved them in a bag before heading out the door.
Since I’d just moved here, I didn’t know my way around the area, so I decided I might stop at the nearest bench. I was lucky enough to find a small park that had a bench right under a tree. Perfect.
I was walking towards the bench when my foot caught on one of the tree’s roots. I went flying forward and dropped everything. My thin pencil case managed to fall in such a way that it landed over a drain and went straight through the bars. It had all of my art supplies in there! I crawled over to the drain and looked through. It was within reach, if I could only fit my arm through the bars.
I couldn’t just leave my pencil case there, so I decided it couldn’t hurt to at least try and reach it. I s
A DE-23 ChristmasA DE-23 Christmas in Short Stories More Like This
DE-23 was, yet again, gathered in my living room, looking exactly the same, but for the Christmas tree in the corner and the tinsel my mom had hung on the walls around the room in colors of gold and red. It was Christmas Eve and we'd all agreed to do Kris Kringle, so the day of giving gifts had arrived, and everyone had decided my house would be the venue.
Eleven pairs of eyes looked at me eagerly. I sighed. "You don't need my permission." Everyone waited. "Give your gifts," I mumbled, and the room came to life. Everyone swarmed to find the person whose name they had picked out of my hat, and because no one seemed capable of doing this in silence, my living room resembled the school's assembly hall before announcements began.
Aberdeen emerged from the crowd in front of me and handed me a stick wrapped in wrapping paper. "I got you a gift. You're welcome."
I looked at it. "It's a stick-"
"Open it!" he interrupted.
I sighed and unwrapped the gift. I looked at it. "It's a metal
Friendly WallsFriendly WallsFriendly Walls in Short Stories More Like This
I walked through the stone halls of the prison, my back hunched over. My grey uniform was in rags and smelled of body odor. My brown hair was greasy, and my feet were grimy and shoeless. I was being forced to walk much too fast and I stumbled on the uneven floor, but the two hands gripping my upper arms held firm. They squeezed as I fell, and I yelped in pain and in shock as the floor rose towards me, but I didn't hit the floor. The hands pulled me hard and I was back on my feet, walking just as fast as before to my new cell.
I was moving cells because the four roommates in my old cell didn't treat me nicely. They were much taller than me, grey, made of hard concrete, and they had no names. If ever I leaned on them by accident, they would begin to shove me around between the four of them, never stopping, until I finally fell to the floor. They talked to me too, though they had no mouths. They spoke of the history of the prison, all the way back to when th
ReflectionsThe teacher’s voice was a drone in the background of my thoughts. I couldn’t concentrate, and I didn’t even bother trying. I had given up trying a long time ago.Reflections in Short Stories More Like This
I looked out the window, but I didn’t see through to the outside. The day was dark and grey with the gloom of rain and pre-storm weather, so I could see my faded, translucent reflection. His eyes bore into me.
“You don’t even care anymore. Why do you bother?” said his eyes.
“Shut up,” I murmured. I realised I’d spoken aloud. Fortunately, though, no one had heard me.
I let out a sigh of relief. Emptying my lungs. Deflating. Slouching forward, like a balloon losing air, and succumbing to the weight of gravity, which I couldn’t seem to fight anymore.
Harry, my best friend, and I sauntered through the blue gates, retreating from the school, temporarily free from the stresses it caused. We ambled along the outside.
He asked if I’d heard about our friend Chris a
The ShedThe Shed in Free Verse More Like This
I could almost hear him
My old grandfather in his old shed
Now they've both rusted away
Tale of the Other SockI am alone, I am lost, I am forgotten.Tale of the Other Sock in Free Verse More Like This
Trapped in a curse of no movement, no voice.
I am only half, half and alone,
And my other half has another.
Pitter PatterPitter Patter in Free Verse More Like This
Sometimes I think the rain sounds like a drummer
Trying to pitter patter a constant rhythm
But it keeps losing track
And going off beat
Playing a million rhythms at once
The BookThe Count of Rochefort had arrested d'Artagnan. He was taken straight to Cardinal Richelieu. The Cardinal asked about Milady de Winter, a spy of the Cardinal's who d'Artagnan and the Three Musketeers had presented to an official executioner. Milady de Winter was dead, but d'Artagnan had an idea that could save him from an ill fateThe Book in Short Stories More Like This
"Jimmy! It's time you got some fresh air!"
"MUM!" Jimmy whined.
Jimmy was nine years old. He had sandy blond hair, deep brown eyes and pale, white skin. He was currently sitting upright in his small bed, in his Buzz Light-year pyjamas.
His room was pretty small. The walls were blue with a pattern of sailing ships, pirates and islands along the painted waves. He had a tall, wooden bookshelf on the other side of his room, opposite from his bed, and a desk stacked with papers and workbooks from school, but no chair. One either side of Jimmy's bed, he had a small white table. The two were identical to each other, except for what was on top of them. One tabl
PerfectThe apartment made my insides squirm as I walked through the door, my uncle holding the door open beside me as I passed. The four-room apartment appeared as if a computer, or some sort of machine, had created it. It was just so, perfect. Everyone always dreamed and sought perfection, but no one could want this. No one, but my uncle. All rooms were a perfect square, and all rooms put together still made a square. A rectangle wasn’t good enough for my uncle, not perfect enough. The walls were all the same, sick, pasty white, with not a single speck to interrupt its perfect sameness. Even the floor was a perfect sheet of white, so perfect I couldn’t even decide what it was made from. A single, glass, circular table protruded in the centre of the room. Three pasty chairs surrounded it, the same perfect distance apart. The white was so same, so similar to the walls, they were almost invisible, but for their shadows. The shadows scared me the most. I couldn’t fiPerfect in Short Stories More Like This
Looking to the EastI ranLooking to the East in Free Verse More Like This
Dad had come home late and intoxicated
Mum was furious and didn’t wait to let him know
The noise oozed with disappointment, rage and stubbornness
Dad tried to hit her but he was too drunk to even do that
It only infuriated her more
I couldn’t take it
I never could
So I burst from the house
And I ran
Even when I could no longer hear them I kept running
I needed to get away
My rubber-soled shoes patted almost soundlessly on the cement sidewalk
A silence in comparison to their noise
I hated when they fought
I hated that they fought
I hated them
The sun was rising ahead and bathed the sky in a harsh, striking red
The chill was prickly
It made my skin itch
My breath came out in puffs of warm mist
I wanted warmth again
I missed their warmth
I craved the past
My gut squirmed and twisted
My eyes burned, because of the wind
The air was still
The sun continued to rise and the sky calmed
Washing the street in orange
Rain Of FateRain Of Fate in Free Verse More Like This
Rain Of Fate
The proud flags were torn away
When warfare came
Burning buildings collapsed
Just like the nations which used to stand
We're no longer united
Because we're consumed by fighting
Quarreling over desires / selfishness is earned
Money sets lives on fire / morals are governed
Humanity conquered this gift of nature
Because we were given this curse of failure
Just our simple touch turns beauty into torture
And we won't stop, until we get more and more
The sins of our fathers
The prayers of our mothers
The tears of our sisters
The blood of our brothers
A man-made cycle of life and death
Believing in religion; and abiding by justice
Living a life of crime, and an unmatched wickedness
Made-up answers to made-up questions is all we will get
The last living tree burned
Pity among Mother Earth mourned
The dark clouds shed tear drops of forgotten affection
While we only care about our selves, when the planet needs compassion
The dire cries for help needs to be heard
Nightmare: The Tragic LoverNightmare: The Tragic Lover in Free Verse More Like This
Nightmare: The Tragic Lover
In the silence
I can hear the lyrics
Of my mind's awareness
You're hidden from the world
Only to be known by me
My fate is foretold
You're the end that I wait to see
The remnants of rust consume
The taint covering my heart seeps through
I am dying from a cancer that was caused by you
All it took was a wound
From the kiss that would seal it soon
I just wish that I could take you down too
From something so blissful / Bore a mask of deceit
I remain so resentful / I don't know what to believe
A being that could damage / A feeling that could heal
You pushed me over the edge / You made me wish it was real
I find myself pathetic
That you were just an anesthetic
I used you until you fulfilled your purpose
Now I don't know who the real monster is
What have we really become of this?
One whose heartless and the other is painless
These dark mirrors
Are the protective barriers
Of the true lies of one another
You were my angelic desire
A hope that I h
Shade Of BlueShade Of Blue in Free Verse More Like This
Shade Of Blue
From a deep slumber...
I have awoken
To this cruel color...
That leaves me haunted
My eyes scream
As I opened the door to my soul
Those thoughts of you start to bleed
Reminding me that you're just a person I used to know
A dark ocean blue that I once knew
Leaked through my window
It matched this mood
Amplifying the sorrow
Sparking negative energy
It's the secret source of my core
The only element allowing me-
To survive another day, once more
Without a care
I can endure
Without a prayer
I push forward
So let this hue shower
With extreme hatred
Force the nostalgia to devour
And let my heart remain powerless
Wishing I was never left behind
I'm not baffled that you still bother me to this day
The reminders of you are such a beautiful sight
I'm sure the desires for you will never fade
The last of our memories aren't kind
It's haunting waking up without you...
I'm surrounded in my empty life
By this lovely shade of blue...
A Dying RainbowA Dying Rainbow in Free Verse More Like This
A Dying Rainbow
I'm always told that I'm such a wonderful person
And that I'm thoughtful, caring, kindhearted, and so important
But they don't see what's behind closed doors, the constant clashes with torment
Damage goes unseen as I blanket everything with cold smiles that seem slightly burdened
My tears quake while they hide behind my blackened shades
My hands tremble because I'm holding onto so much of this hate
My body is painted nonchalant so I have to appear in an emotionless state
My blood system is clogged with suicidal thoughts that make me want to break
I've been like this far too long
I wish I died before this had begun
Surrounded by fear is where I don't belong
I just want this lucid nightmare to be over and done
Society these days
Teaching children the old prejudice ways
And that's why certain individuals grow up so afraid
In the end, a premature death is the price loved ones pay
I'm one of those
Dwelling in fear at the end of my rope
Trying to conceal agony tha
Rain Of DarknessRain Of Darkness in Free Verse More Like This
Rain of Darkness
Something inside of me...broke
The very core of my soul...snapped
I became surrounded by a numbing cold
I blinked and everything faded to black
When you left me alone-
I felt this eternal betrayal
When you decided to let me go-
The dependance I hid became unstable
The weight on my shoulders collapsed
While the world I once knew- wasted
The bottled up remorse relapsed
I was consumed by hatred
Thou have forsaken
Others will taste my conviction
Hope, itself has been taken
Along with every form of justification
Why am I the one abandoned?
I never took ANYTHING for granted!
Re-fracture and amplify the fragments
AND TELL ME THAT WASN'T YOUR INTENTION?
I'm a fraction of a remnant
And that's an understatement
You knew this would happen
When you took back our salvation
Something deep inside of me...crumbled
The center of my heart...stung
I made even the shadows
True DespairTrue Despair in Free Verse More Like This
How the light has darkened.
How the strongest have fallen.
This cloak remains
Unseen by many
A barrier to hide away
Covering up my damaged sanity
I have to act a certain way
And pretend I still have a sense of humanity
But I know it's too late
So there is no restoring me
I am both sword and shield
My bane is myself
My wounds will never heal
I am both heaven and hell
I fear my own reflection / I dread my own aggression
I am your ruination / I am your protection
I keep all destruction within / I keep all sympathy distant
I am your nightmare / I am your savior
The gift of infliction
Tells the story of life
The curse of humiliation
Reaps all forms of power and pride
Oh how the human soul can be broken.
Oh how the darkness can be overpowering.
This overwhelming pain
Is what you shall not fear
As I start to break
I hold the thoughts of your love near
I cannot place blame
So I put it i
My Invisible LifeMy Invisible Life in Free Verse More Like This
My Invisible Life
On the surface of anxiety
Getting used to this melancholy
They'd always be here to help
I've always only had myself
Opening the gates to this hell
And the screams are revealed
I let my sorrow and resolve meld
My desires are overtaken
I know this isn't right
But my lies weren't convincing
So this will always be my invisible life
I'm Falling DownI'm Falling Down in Free Verse More Like This
I'm Falling Down
Tears just seemed to pass me by
Swift as tsunami waves touching the sky
Reality was nothing but a mirror
Melting away like frozen water on fading fire
I let out a destructive sigh
Triggering the nightmares I kept inside
The memories that I don't want to remember
I deceived myself whenever I tried to keep it together
Images of agony
Infected my mind
And stinging anxiety
Shoots up my spine
Despair wrapped around my heart
And it wouldn't let me go
Peace was just too far
I can't take this anymore
I redefined self-hatred
I somehow cornered myself
I always existed in darkness
I was my own martyr who fell
I had to rip all the paths away
I have to force myself astray
So abandonment won't know where I am
The questions of being alone will become transparent
Condemning one another was just
The Unwanted DoveThe Unwanted Dove in Free Verse More Like This
The Unwanted Dove
My transformation could not be stopped
A weakened heart is to blame
Remnants of tears are left
I will never be the same again
So tired of everything / These memories of suffering
This is my dark reincarnation / Oh thou have forsaken
I am not your messenger anymore
I'm blind from keeping faith
I no longer recognize a savior
There's no more numbing the pain away
Lock me up
Destroy the key
I'm not strong enough
To ever be free
So please clip my wings tonight / Never again will I take flight
Allow me to be useless / I yearn to be powerless
It won't be wrong
To take another shot at me
I am done
So cage away this false symbol of peace
My metamorphosis conquered my will
A fate I cannot defy
I don't know if I feel any guilt
For my light's demise
It's not what I deserve / It crushed my dreams
This is what I get in return / From really trying to believe
In the wake of these shadows
I am left haunted
I am the corruption called sorrow
I have become the
I'm So Far Away From HopeI'm So Far Away From Hope in Free Verse More Like This
I'm So Far Away From Hope
Society told me the world is black and white
I didn't want to believe it
Because I want something more than a narrow minded life
I need something different
Feeling as if I was truly alone in this world
It's hard to keep believing
Feeling as if I no longer could move forward
It's difficult to keep breathing
I'm stuck between the realms of discrimination and belief
I had to lock away my tears in a prison
For I am the only one who can keep my resolve safe
But I'm such a fragile person
I knew I couldn't take any of it / I knew everyone is so swift with judgment
I knew I would fall to the hatred / I knew everyone's morals are blinded
Maybe it is meant
To be like this from beginning to end
To endure without crying
To practice the art of suffering
I wanted to find change
But I'm not strong enough for this pain
The hollowed promises won't be found
Because I was taught to despise myself
I was told that there was nothing here for me
I failed right
AngelSometimes when I lieAngel in Free Verse More Like This
I feel my body fall
Down into a darkened pit
Not a place of a safest haven
Hail beyond a muttering clasp of chains
Some rumor an angel about
But are they to know
Fallen from a cloud
Is a boy in a dream
And as he falls
They follow in a smirk
Snickering about the master plan
Sometimes the one of the fewest words
Has the fewest words to say
But the most words to act
And sometimes our closest are farther
Than we think
When I Die YoungWhen I die, bury me slowlyWhen I Die Young in Free Verse More Like This
Because I know
That my grandmother's heart
Is a simpleton child to a coping
Bury me down
Next to the one that I love
If he chooses to be
Sleeping in the state of a snow white dove
If I die soon now
Please sit down and tell them
About the wonders of
The things I love about him
Lay me to rest
In a coffin of black
To match my charcoal heart
And life that I lack
Kiss him two times
On his right and left cheeks
Tell him each little message
That kiss holds to seek
One for the love
That I shall forever treat
And one for goodbye
Until again that we meet
Out At SeaSometimes I feelOut At Sea in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Like a ship out at sea
Waves drifting out
And with them, they take me
Sometimes I feel
Like a problem is a wave
And the larger it will get
The harder it will be to save
I feel like it's rocking
Steadily back and forth again
The farther I get
My voice loses command
The waves may caress me
But they won't retreat me to the bottom
I won't let the tide recede
And bring to me another problem
When I'm docked by the ocean
I look back and dream
Of the days before
I lost my heart out at sea
Ghost of YouYou say the scars are your tattoosGhost of You in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Of battles lost and won
I swear I get so lost here dreaming about
Bleeding it out just for fun
When I sold my heart to the one and only
I traded my soul for a dime
Said ‘I don’t need it, it’s nothing but agony
And a pain that a god could define.’
I could cry for my sin
Or my parched- bound heart
But I cry for my fear and my pain
And my exceptions to fall apart
I can cry out my depression
And I can cry out the pain
But the ghost of you
Lives inside of me waiting for me to go insane
Can I bleed him out?
Scream out the evil?
Regurgitate the insanity?
Or could I ever shout for an interval?
But I cry for an S.O.S.
Because myself is trapped in the dark
I let the fear of my loneliness
Consume my possibilities to a fateful disgusting stark
Suicide Sounds So SweetWhat never crossed my mindSuicide Sounds So Sweet in Free Verse More Like This
Is that there would be a time
That a nothing sounded sweeter
Than a cigarette and a knife
Over time, my promises flew
Like ash in the subtle wind
But never in a million years
Would I have ever wished my life to end
Sometimes in a day
I have the craving for the pain
The craving for the blood
And the cranium to go insane
I can feel my body shake
The thirst of a vampire
But I love the feeling
When I feel my body retire
The sweet aroma of iron
The sweet orgasm of pain
I feel it chill my body cold
And drip down from the rain
IgnoranceSometimes I ponderIgnorance in Free Verse More Like This
Just the thought of your thoughts
Just to know the reality
And the love that I sought
Am I a fool for being in love
With something so evil
To lust to a demon
And my mind to seek the thrill
Shall be it a sin
To love of the same
But a bigger sin to love
And to seeing a broken frame
It's not a masterpiece
That I am wanting from you
But I crave for the mutualism
In an affectionate science of truth
Brighter DaysSometimes when I’m alone I will lay here. It’s like I’m lonely but I can feel something here; some kind of presence. And I’m no saint, but for some reason I feel like there is someone is here. Someone here to keep me company whenever the darkest days black out my sun. And I know that I feel something, I just don’t know what.Brighter Days in Emotional More Like This
Whenever I’m in bed at night, I think about you. I think about us being together and our future. And I think that thought is what cradles me in bed at night. I feel your arms around me somehow. And nothing is there to fill the void of the thousands of miles between us, but the thought keeps me warm in bed when winter frostbites my toes. It keeps me safe and sound when I panic about the most severe of things. Keep calm. Because brighter days are coming.
Whenever I’m struggling and I’m in bed sobbing, I feel my tears dry a little bit quicker. My body relaxes a little faster. And when I run my fingers down my side over m
AffectionI swore to myselfAffection in Free Verse More Like This
If love is to seek me
The love is to find me
And I shall rejoice
And love to him how I would to myself
But cold to the core I grew bitter
Chilled to the vessel I was
A freezing soul
Frostbitten to each limb
I found myself colder than the poles of South
And black-hearted as a demon
I said that brighter days are to come
But I forbade myself to believe
A lie was a routine that I evolved to
But stubborn to know
That the brightest of all days would come
And that perfection of a boy
Would be the sun to my every day
With a smile that shatters
The eyes that pierce
And the face of an angel
I found myself lost, but found
In an odyssey of a mansion
A mansion of my own
Because I knew when I stared into those eyes
I was at home
And that my love for you
Would flourish just as my brightest days have
And to you I would be faithful
And always love you with my heart and soul
Whitewashed YarnOpening the giftsWhitewashed Yarn in Free Verse More Like This
The cards, the packages, the stockings
Nothing was the same
Instead of a present
I got a little white ball of yarn
A ball of whitewashed yarn
I picked it up and fell to the floor
Then I looked to my hand
And saw the strings attached
To my palms in my hand
The ball kept rolling
And I kept running for it
I run for it now
To keep my sanity
But I wonder if this ball of yarn
Is my everlasting insanity
I just keep chasing it
Until the yarn is all gone
But it seems like it always keeps rolling
To a neverending stream
Rolling... rolling... rolling
Rolling... rolling... rolling
Stars in the ScarsAre the stars in the skiesStars in the Scars in Free Verse More Like This
Our memories together?
I wonder what a lie is
When I think about my scars
Because every time I did
I lied to myself
I said, "This is the last time"
"I want to keep living"
But I was a liar
I've always been a liar
But only to myself
I know I'm more lonely
Than the stars in the skies
And the scars on my arm
Because they all are a meaning
Longing for a purpose
We all are little scars
And we're all little stars
Sometimes I wish I knew the girls I write about.Believing God speaks to her in riddles,Sometimes I wish I knew the girls I write about. in Free Verse More Like This
She feels most alive
when hanging out of windows.
A fearless free faller
with an adventurers heart,
and innocent New York eyes.
and impossible to snuff out-
Forgive her, sweet father,
for she has sinned.
It's been three
I wish...I’ve been sitting on your doorstep for three days.I wish... in Free Verse More Like This
Here are the nothings I left under the mat:
i.I do not feel like a lion anymore,
an alpha wolf, a hyena or
any other strong-willed beast.
I want to take my scars
out to lunch,
feed them your eyes,
& your tongue
until it bleeds sorrow,
and “please forgive me’s”.
iii. You wish I never existed
as you grind those words
into my wrists like they are
red hibiscus blossoms.
& I’ll have you know
I am a flower, bloomed,
rooted deep into the soil.
You are just a combination
of 26 letters-
an “I wish…”
Je t'aimeShe told me, "I love you this much!"Je t'aime in Free Verse More Like This
stretching her arms out
as far as they could go, fingers taught
I looked at her, eyes smiling
and asked, "Only that much?"
"That's all there is." She replied.
And I agreed,
"Vast oceans can not compare our our love,
You should never attack a poet,we are the best at exploiting weakness.You should never attack a poet, in Free Verse More Like This
the night you took a scalpel to my chest
& fed my heart to the stars,
you told me i could hate you
if i needed to.
with an exorcism
i tried to cast you out
of my body.
i was contorted limbs:
the language of tongues
trying to find myself
in the cosmos
of lit kerosene fingertips,
& the kinds of habits
that only choke me at 3am -
when my eyes aren’t yet heavy
enough for sleep;
my mind tells me to do awful things.
between fucking &
you are the calories
in the mathematical equation
i think of shy moons
and i don’t eat for three days.
you only liked me
when this poetic tongue
space shrapnel aside-
you’re too far down now
for even the stars
to graph you into their maps.
At night,black birds rest on my eyelids.At night, in Free Verse More Like This
I am drowning in their feathers.
My dreams are old movies,
( laid out in silent film. )
I asked you to lie to me,
to this supernova skin
to kiss cookie crumb freckles
along my braille throat
as I smothered you
in disheveled heartstrings.
( It did not matter your crow eyes frightened me)
Speaking to me in God's tongue
of watercolor skies
and mid-morning realities.
As we live in a wonderland
of giggling hyenas &
T h i n k i n gI want to write of the tigerT h i n k i n g in Free Verse More Like This
crouched in my doorway,
the smirking hyenas at my bedside,
Apollo's love life,
beautiful Seattle skies I only dream about,
and girls with dragon scaled spines.
But it's all just tornadoing
around inside my head,
bouncing off my castle walls
straight jacket medicine
in an attempt to save me from myself.
So, I'm going to sit here, in the dark
as the clock tictictics away the minutes
of my evening as I stare into the face
of everything I've yet to write.
I long to set this world aflame.I once dreamt of ashes and dragons,I long to set this world aflame. in Free Verse More Like This
as dark ravens loomed over my sleeping form,
planting cadaver kisses along my neck.
Stepping into a river of colors, I contemplated
smoke halos and the unlit cigarette between my teeth.
I asked myself if all of this was worth it-
gasoline rainbows painting landscapes along my thighs.
I'd never smoked a day in my life, but I liked to play with fire.
[Light a match and watch me burn. ]
roses and brier“I’ve never planted roots-“roses and brier in Free Verse More Like This
believing her body to be
on a road trip
“Well—“ I smiled,
“let’s be like roses & brier.
We will go nowhere, together.”
Milky Waymy body is a road mapMilky Way in Free Verse More Like This
of hazard signs
but on the days
when the mirror
is nice to me,
i can hear
like little racing
beneath my skin:
you are not worthless.
you are strong.
your ribcage has a meaning-
these bruises are
ste ti & you are the Milky Way.
CapriciousWords have becomeCapricious in Free Verse More Like This
tasteless to me,
like rotten apples
fit for the worms.
it feels as
though I am
pirouetting my way through
a ballroom full of
tongues made for poetry.
wicked witch when
you need one?
All I seem to do is
dream while I'm awake and,
if we're being honest,
I was never much of an alluring tale
in the first place.
Open Heart SurgeryI've got ink throbbing through fissured veins,Open Heart Surgery in Free Verse More Like This
poisoning every atom of my soul.
"Bite your tongue," they say.
How I'd love to chew the damn thing off
and suck down every filthy syllable
just like the rotten bone marrow it is.
They'd all watch as my body spontaneously combusts
and becomes nothing but convoluted karma.
And so I wrote,
Teach me the ways of ripping out a human heart,
and stitching it onto ink-stained parchment."
The answer that came was rasped from a cauterized throat:
"Read your future in the collapsed palm of the stars;
find the abandoned pulse of your lionhearted muse;
steal their conformed scalpel and make it your own."
handle with carethere are 206 bones in thehandle with care in Free Verse More Like This
human body. it only takes one good
squeeze and your neck can snap as
easily as a twig.
once, when i was at the grocery
store, i came across a crate of
peaches. they were on sale because
every single one was bruised and it
made me think, "we're all just pieces of fruit
left to rot. as soon as we've been dropped on the
floor, no one wants to help us back up."
i've forgotten how to think in poetics.
three months ago i would have
compared people to roses. pretty little petals
that can be crushed with just
one little pinch and thorny stems that
whisper "don't touch me."
i think we're more like
together like suffocating sardines in tiny
wooden boxes decorated with red
paint announcing across the sides
"danger: this side up."
sati(ate)dit's ironic,sati(ate)d in Free Verse More Like This
isn't it? the way
they say "hunger gnaws"
like the way our teeth
scrape against bones.
for all the
calories that are counted,
you still feel
empty. you aren't
you are digesting
nothing but air
and maybe your own guilt.
that's just the way
living is these
glass shards to
slice up your insides so
you can ignore
the other kind of pain your
stomach is feeling.
but when people ask
if you're doing okay you just
smile and nod even though
you can't help but
think "if honesty was
tangible, i'd eat it right
an acquired taste and
some days you'd
like to rip your
or maybe it actually is.thisor maybe it actually is. in Free Verse More Like This
a love poem:
this is not about
me and how i hate
the way realism tastes.
this is about you.
this is about how you
are one too many shades arrogant,
how nearly every night you
try to forget that time has
left you behind. this is
about your laugh and the way it
whispers "i can't remember
what i was like before i
became this." and,
if i'm being honest, this is about
how i will never see your too
cocky for your own damn good grin that
makes me go weak in the knees.
this is about you
and how you're not real and how i wish
to god that i wasn't either.
More Than A Nip [Jack Frost x Reader]Ice skating.More Than A Nip [Jack Frost x Reader] in Romance More Like This
Whoever had invented the idea in terms of it being a "fun way to pass the time" was a complete and utter idiot.
Stumbling around on the surface of a frozen lake on too-tight for comfort ice skates that squeezed and pinched your feet in the most uncomfortable way as you waddled around like a penguin was not your idea of fun. It was the complete opposite. It was horrendous, absolutely exhausting, humiliating, and just completely and utterly a waste of your valuable time.
Then again, being that you had moved out to the middle of nowhere right when winter had decided to kick in, it wasn't like you had anything better to do.
You sighed as you plopped down on the lake's edge, which was covered with a thick blanket of snow, and stretched out your aching feet with a groan. Your name was (first name) (last name), and your father had decided out of the blue to move your family out into the old farmhouse his best friend had grown up in many years ago, just for a more…rustic ap
the dead and the dyingthe funny thing aboutthe dead and the dying in Free Verse More Like This
humans is that
we think we are
invincible and immortal
a tainted world
where cars drive
too damn fast.
i just try to
get by without
more than once.
How to pretend that you are a writer.Act like you're notHow to pretend that you are a writer. in Free Verse More Like This
okay when you are and
that you are when you're
not. Run barefoot in
the snow. Stand out
in the rain for an hour
and think about anything
and everything you can.
Fall in love with
riddles and things that
aren't real and the
way some stars
shine. Cry when
you realize that life is
just one big sham and write
one hundred cliché poems
about it, and then write one
that you actually mean.
Use profanity. Be the
one fucking introvert
in a room full of
extroverts and scream
shit just for the fun of
it. Swallow every goddamn
metaphor you ever dreamed
of and write them down
with your own blood.
Eulogize your own
misery. Put a crown on
it and let it rule your
heart for six years before
you throw a coup d'etat
but just end up with
your head in a basket.
Ask yourself why
you feel so
empty and when
you forgot how to
laugh and where you
last left your smile and
who you even really are
anymore. Mean every word.
Don't cry at funerals. Cry
yourself to sleep every
other night for
Do not be ashamed of who you are.At one point in your life,Do not be ashamed of who you are. in Free Verse More Like This
you didn't mind being a girl.
It was only after you met
her that you thought, "Maybe
this isn't the right fit." Because,
if you're being honest, she
deserves a knight in shining armor.
You are not Atlas, my dear.
Your shoulders do not
merit a world of troubles,
but instead love-lined clouds
that whisper, "Do not be
ashamed of who you are."
A woman can be a
champion whose heart burns
with more gold than a king's
castle holds. Perhaps if
you had more faith,
you might find that's just what