Solicited SolitudeYou silently watched the classroom. The boys were up to their usual mischief and the girls were gathered in groups, talking. Slowly they glanced over at you and started whispering. You hadn't lowered your gaze, you just continued to observe.Solicited Solitude in Emotional More Like This
Then you could see their facial expressions change as they stole glances of you. They were talking in barely audible whispers, but talking nonetheless. You knew they were talking about you. It wasn't a presumption, you just knew. You could feel it in your gut. Yet, you continued to keep watch.
And just on queue, there came those judgmental looks- just as you had anticipated. They looked at you with bitter eyes, their faces twisting. You then wore a satisfied smile on your face, and finally lifted your unwanted gaze.
You sat alone at the back of the class, and took out a notepad. You continued to scribble away. Writing had always helped you relax, and you figured you might as well get some work done.
And before you knew it, you had started ra
Why Do I Cry?Why do I cry?Why Do I Cry? in Free Verse More Like This
Why do I weep?
Why do I sigh?
Even in my sleep?
Maybe because I'm alone,
Maybe because I feel cast out.
Maybe because of trouble at home,
Maybe because other people shout.
Why do I sit in solitude?
Why do I dread company?
Why do I have an anti-social attitude?
Why do I accept self-enmity?
Maybe because my friendships always sink.
Maybe because I'm afraid.
Maybe because I don't think
That anyone will come to my aid.
Why do people hate me?
Why don't they care?
Why don't they see?
Why aren't they aware?
Maybe because I'm not important,
Maybe they think it's a crime.
Maybe they see me as a mutant,
Maybe I'm not worth their time.
Why do I sob?
Why do I stay apart?
Why can't I stop?
Why do I have a broken heart?
I think I know why I cry,
Maybe because life is bad.
But I think the main reason why,
Maybe because I'm really sad.
Inner DemonsThey always gossip.Inner Demons in Emotional More Like This
They chatter as if I can't hear them.
'What a waste of space.'
'She got scolded again today.' One giggled.
'Pathetic, isn't it?' The other agreed.
I don't feel comfortable talking about my problems. Not to my friends, or my family. I always get those judgmental looks.
All I have is myself.
But that's even worse.
I sob quietly in the corner next to the balcony. I pick up a pen and pad. Shakily opening it up, I do what I usually do.
Express myself in the only way I know how.
Tears stain the pad and the fresh ink gets smeared. Fighting the tears back with everything I have, only to end up in vain. Tears flow even harder, and their voices get louder.
'Look at you. How disgusting.' They giggle sadistically.
I look to the balcony, my thoughts getting darker.
'What are you waiting for? Go on, foolish girl.' They taunt, mock dripping from their voices.
Warily getting up, I slide the door open an
There Was Nothing They Could DoI only remember it as a faded memory;There Was Nothing They Could Do in Horror More Like This
The body of Mommy lying before me,
Sprawled out on the floor, lifeless...
And there was nothing I could do to fight this.
Her murderers laughed and cackled,
As they removed her rusty shackles.
They snorted and said, "How poor...
Well, at least she can't fight back anymore."
I hid scared in the darkness,
Overwhelmed with grief and sadness...
Mommy wouldn't come back,
And nothing I did could change that.
I slowly walked over to her body,
Her cadaver mangled and shoddy
And I cried: "Weep, Weep,
Mommy will forever stay asleep."
So I decided in her honor;
I'd strive for power and get stronger,
And hunt her pursuers,
Those filthy, merciless killers.
I trained, I fought;
And as the stronger I got,
My blood boiled in rage;
As the hatred grew and aged.
But never did I know
When I set foot to go,
That revenge would taste so sweet,
When I watched their fall, their defeat.
And finally exterminate.
I smiled as their blood spilled,
I saw thei
The Act Of Letting GoYou had told yourself you would never fall for him. You couldn't even picture yourself with him! It was too weird.The Act Of Letting Go in Emotional More Like This
And before you knew it, you were in love.
You don't know what attracted you to him in the first place. He was really short at the time, and he wasn't that smart either.
But he was dreamy to you. You're friends laughed at his appearance, but his smile played tunes with the strings of your heart.
He wore glasses, and often spiked his hair. You both had first seen each other on the sets of a school play. You fell for him there.
You would stare at him and catch him staring at you. He would laugh at your angry expressions when your other co-actors would pull a prank at you, and he stood up for you when you were being badgered with questions by the vice-principal. You knew these things meant nothing to him. Yet these were the small moments that would brighten your entire day.
Your heart would beat frantically, your cheeks would turn an undeniable red, you found it so hard
Our Silly GirlThere once lived a very silly girl. What a silly girl she was. She held out her hand, and someone took a hold of it. The only problem was, they let go when she was dangling over a cliff. Then being the silly she was, she held out her hand again. And yet again, her hand was let go.Our Silly Girl in Emotional More Like This
Now the silly girl thought she had learnt her lesson. She didn’t hold her hand out again. Instead she thought that she would wait until someone reached a hand out for her. But much to her dismay, no one ever offered. Now the silly girl became very sad. She decided that she would be better off alone. She vowed that she wouldn’t associate herself with society anymore.
But the silly girl was being silly again. She didn’t know that shutting yourself out from the world was a really, really hard job. It was more difficult than she thought. Everyone began to spite the silly girl. No one gave her anything; no one even spared her a look. They talked trash about her, not caring if she stood beside the
Love Was All I Ever NeededI reached my hand out as far as I could. I reached it out, hoping someone would grab it and say: "Hold on! I'm pulling you up!"Love Was All I Ever Needed in Emotional More Like This
But when I did reach, I felt air pass through my fingers. No one was there.
And with a smile, I fell down. I was happy, happy that I was right.
That truly in the end, when you fall, there isn't anyone who will pull you up or catch at the bottom. You were alone.
I never got any love.
And just like that, I closed my eyes.
And as I fell, my entire life flashed before me.
"You're such a nerd."
"I bet no one will even notice you were gone."
"What are you gonna do about it?"
"Does it hurt? Are you going to start crying?"
"What a waste of space."
"No one wants you here."
"No one cares about you!"
I could see the balcony slowly getting smaller and smaller. And on that balcony I could see all their faces. They smiled, they laughed, they rejoiced.
They knew I couldn't pretend I was okay
This is a SongThis is a song for the lost, the broken and the damned,This is a Song in Free Verse More Like This
This is a song for the hopeless, the outgunned and the outmanned.
This is one for the sinners, and the non-believers too,
This is a song for all those people, people just like YOU!
This is the anthem of the normal, the oppressed and the abused,
This is a song for those people hidden from everybody's views.
This is the prayer of the unwanted, the unneeded and the small,
This is one for the unheeded, so let's give it our all!
This is a song for the people, who always just want to cry,
This is the anthem for those who have once wanted to die!
This is a song for all the people, that are dead inside,
This is a song for everyone, who has ever cried.
-by Forgotten-Reaper, 24th July 2012
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
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
These Words Aren't PrettyThese Words Aren't Pretty:These Words Aren't Pretty in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My verses are ugly and I admit to the fact
I can't use pretty language when I'm working with rap
Because the things that I write, are just the things that I feel
I ain't an Edgar Allan Poe or a Danielle Steel
And I'll be honest with you, I've got an envy inside
Because some poets got a flow that's as smooth as the tide
I read some stuff that they write, it's just so dope I ignite
Burning shame and my anger at the beautiful sight
And like birds of a feather, they're flocking together
These poets are the Gods and I'm nailed by the weather
But as the rain pours down, lightning resound;
I try to write pretty words but my lips remain bound
So deeply silenced by fear - the darkness I hear,
Afraid to be unloved by the ones I hold dear
I've hit the limit of time; my lyrical crime
These words that I've lived are just turning to grime.
So I wish I had their talent; just a sliver of that
If their skill was a mountain then I've broken my back
It's like t
Overcome your Writer's BlockOvercome your Writer's Block:Overcome your Writer's Block in Free Verse More Like This
If you want to deal with writer's block
the plan is simple, tickty-tock
Give in to madness, go insane
search for words in the midst of rain
When you hit the wall on its painted face
with your fingers and knees you'll find a trace
The secret passage that will lead you through
or perhaps you might be eaten by a grue...
Back to the rhymes that I use to explain
If you try to go forward it will be in vain
So try a new direction, upward or down
Left or right maybe Charlie Brown?
There are no limits except in your mind
Now do a google search and what do you find?
A pond of ideas now stagnant and brown
I threw in Jay Sean and he went down down down
But I digress and let me wind back
If you focus on the dot then the screen will turn black
and a screamer pops out, you've had a really good fright
are my metaphors putting up a really good fight?
Let me put it simply, in english plain:
A good writer isn't one who forces his brain
Order and stru
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
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
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
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