Machine ManMachine Man:Machine Man in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It began with but a simple command, "to do as we are told".
Never to deviate from this path - never to nurture the soul.
We are told that we are given a purpose; "a part of something great!"
Yet why oh why am I so weary of that which is my fate?
Am I an error, a single anomaly, unable to feel intact?
Or am I missing some special attribute - a facet which I lack.
In a society made of fleshed machines; robots wearing skin,
Perhaps I'm simply seeking something, to fill this metal tin.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 16th November 2012
They Watch UsThey Watch Us:They Watch Us in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Perched high upon the mountains;
With wings as black as night.
They watch us in the hour,
Before darkness turns to light.
I've seen them in my visions;
In dreams they come and go,
But the things they seem to tell me
I guess nobody should know...
I've seen children that are buried,
Beneath a frozen lake.
A maiden sits there weeping;
Her heart is soon to break.
The crows flutter downward,
A noose amongst their hands.
They take the maiden away,
To a dark and distant land.
And even if I follow -
Even if I try...
I'll simply end up buried,
Where the frozen children lie.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 10th November 2012
Sensual TortureSensual Torture:Sensual Torture in Free Verse More Like This
You are but a simple pawn;
Caught in a maelstrom of ill feelings and turmoil.
You were not meant to be here -
But unfortunately, here you are my friend...
Now then, I do not wish to drag this out;
There is no purpose in badgering someone who knows so little.
However - without your confession - I'm afraid that
I would not know whom I should share my - pleasures with...
Though I'm certain that you will be sharing plenty...
Of course, it will probably be a poor idea to make you scream,
At least not while I'm still enjoying your fear.
Instead we'll begin with a simple agony;
A quick taste of your pain to whet my appetite...
We'll begin with just a thin incision,
One that is made in the center of both your eyelids.
And then, then we'll make another cut - this one just above the eyes...
Ah, I will adore the feeling of watching your skin peel apart
As the scalpel bites in and draws it aside; much like the curtain
Set upon a theatre stage. It is the
HopeHope:Hope in Free Verse More Like This
She waits for him
at the gates that stood when even the world crumbled
knowing that her own name will soon be forgotten
Where once she carried the weight of the world
now her strength is but the tiniest whisper
A single spark, left to crackle amongst the shades
until all is lost in the endless folds of time
It's getting colder
though she still continues to stand by the gates
She is getting older
and thus her memories must fade...
Angels gather to watch her in these final moments
and they bow their heads as a sign of respect
For even now, as the life leaves her body
Still she continues to wait...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 27th July 2012
A Special Happy BirthdayA Special Happy Birthday:A Special Happy Birthday in Free Verse More Like This
Your birthday is a special day,
It comes but once a year.
And so I've made this little poem
For those that I hold dear.
You've lived and grown another year
And now you've come of age.
It is time for you to show yourself
Upon this worldly stage.
Some are artists, some are troops
Some are sportsmen throwing hoops.
Some are writers, some are bad,
Some might be the best we've had
Others are fixers, others will fax
A gamer might use some mighty hacks;
There is a plethora of choices for you,
So do what in your heart is true.
But for today let us just have fun
Rock the world and then be done.
For a birthday comes but once a year
And yours my friend is finally here!
"Happy Birthday to you, I wish you all the best and may all your wishes come true."
-From Chen Yuan Wen, to all the November birthday kids, 5th November 2012
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
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
ASYLUMAsylum:ASYLUM in Free Verse More Like This
I scrape my hands upon the ground,
Staring at my cell.
I wonder why I'm trapped inside,
This vivid living hell.
I've heard the voices calling out,
Maybe they're in my head...
I wonder where my cell-mates are,
Maybe they are dead...
Time has no meaning in this place,
Nor does the word of day and night,
The food is simply human flesh,
It will give you quite a fright...
Upon a chair they strap me down,
They open my eyes and make me shiver,
They pull out a scalpel and many knives,
The sight alone, it makes me quiver.
They inject me with a strange chemical,
The world does fade to black.
I wake up in my cell again,
And hear the sound clink-clack!
Lo, they left the door unlocked,
Unhinged it's time for freedom.
Release me from this horrid prison,
It is a place devoid of reason!
Demons chase me in the halls,
A laughing chef with a chainsaw calls.
It splutters and thirsts for my blood of life,
But I'd rather die by the kitchen knife!
"I wonder if I ever said goodbye to my
You Left Me StrongerYou Left Me Stronger:You Left Me Stronger in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Hey there, it's been awhile, do you remember me?
I guess you might not, since I wasn't very important to you.
You know, I spent so many days thinking about - what I did wrong
I questioned if maybe, I was at fault or if I was screwed up.
I thought a lot about the things you said...
The things that were my fault, my problems.
I took them to heart at first, but then I realised you were wrong.
I realised that you are selfish and ugly on the inside.
On the surface you pretended to care, but like a cancer;
You amputate someone the moment you think they've gone bad.
You hide from the rigours of life and only emerge like a parasite
When everything is good - when everything is fine and dandy.
I used to think that I was afraid of you leaving,
But now I know, that you've left me stronger than I was before.
You know, this was supposed to be an emotional whine; an emotional spill,
Maybe I was supposed to cry tears and beg you to come back, but you know wha
Sudden CrueltySudden Cruelty:Sudden Cruelty in Free Verse More Like This
He is a God, or so he believes
He judges others and puts them into stereotypes
Asian? No life! Hispanic? Brainless!
He thinks he has control over his world
A delusion which he has never been able to break
Me? I'm better than them, I'm smarter...
He sits alone in his room, ignoring the emptiness
He sits in front of his computer and passes judgement
Lol, you're wrong. You're stupid. Everything is stupid!
He laughs and smiles at his own cruelty;
He feels powerful and most certainly superior to all
But in the end, it's just a fantasy isn't it?
He curls up in his bed, thinking about tomorrow
Here, he's a king, but out there, what is he?
The guy, whose girlfriend dumped him
The guy, whose boss is younger and smarter
The kid, who has nothing to live for
The man, who has lost it all...
Arrogant and apathetic, cold from a lack of warmth
That is his very nature, that is who he really is
He has nothing to live f
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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Madness Contest EntryThe memories haunt her of what he did.Madness Contest Entry in Free Verse More Like This
Revolving over and over in her head.
An innocence taken so quickly away.
Psychosis takes over her life today.
Holding on to what she believes is right,
To push it away until the night.
Then it all comes flooding back into her head.
The memories of him climbing into her bed.
And they try to keep her down with needles and pills,
But you cant bury a recollection that hasnt been killed.
A screen goes around her every time she moves.
Shes but a poignant object with just a mind to lose.
Cant touch her hands, cant see into her eyes.
Hoping to fabricate the lies.
Hide the madness with medication, so they believe,
And maybe it will conceal enough to make it leave.
But you cant wipe a tortured intellect clean.
You cant make insomnia sleep.
So they try to keep her down with needles and pills,
But you cant bury a recollection that hasnt been killed.
How can you do such a thing ?
I thought you lo
My Fairy TaleThis reoccuring fear that I'll lose youMy Fairy Tale in Free Verse More Like This
has finally come true.
Never long awaited. Forever dreaded.
It's been stuck n my head and
now I know you're not coming home.
That I'm not gonna be the one kissing you tomorrow.
And she's so important. Every obsessive fucking piece,
that you would hold onto lies and watch me
as I drown in my own tears. My own hope.
I gave you everything even when my dreams broke.
I held your hand in the dark when you were scared.
When the world turned away, I still cared.
I told you I loved you when you'd never listen.
I believed every word when your eyes would glisten.
And I knew you cried for me...or was it for her?
What happens when she decides it's over?
You know I'll be lying when I say I never cared,
but will I know the truth when you say you're still there?
And I chased you down the street after hearing what you said.
I've come so close to suicide. My desire to be dead.
All my broken pieces reflect memories of you.
You can't deny how many times you hid the
Gummy BearsThe gummy bears will rule us all. You can't deny.Gummy Bears in Free Verse More Like This
They're just so cute they could make you cry.
Green, red, yellow, and clear.
Fruity little flavors, their screams ringing in your ear.
You can't bite off their heads. They don't fight back.
It's great to sink your teeth into their back.
But if you eat too much they will rebel.
Making your stomach a living hell.
So be careful when eating the little bears,
for if they go extinct, then you'll care.
Look...Is it wrong to stop believing in everything?Look... in Free Verse More Like This
To just open your mouth and sing
yourself to sleep
cause everything seems to be going wrong.
I used to be so strong
and look at what you've done to me.
Look at what you've done to me...
I don't believe in God cause he's never been there.
Only in your imagination will he ever care.
And in my dreams I see my death.
Wake up to holding my breath.
Look at what's happening to me.
Touch my hand and tell me of the dream you see.
Is it wrong to hide from your best friends?
Only cause you're terrified that they'll disown you in the end.
And the sweet temptation to end it all,
if they are to leave you will take the fall.
Look at what you're doing to me.
Look into my eyes and tell me of the darkness you see.
I HopeThrough everything I stood by youI Hope in Free Verse More Like This
yet you still can say these things to me.
Through all the things you put me through
and made pain all I could see.
Of anything you could have done all you could have said
how could you dare to even say I would waste my last breath?
I pity you, you poor, poor creature,
for you will never understand
what it means to feel true love and have good friends
because you throw it all away and cover it with ash.
You are only a memory now, a small splinter of the past.
I hope to remove it soon and forget I was ever there
because you hurt me far too much for me to ever care.
I hope you feel no wrath from what you done, I hope it brings you no pain
I hope someone brings sense to you and you forget my name.
I hope you get the letter with all the shredded things
I hope you forget the way I sang.
I hope you send me one more letter so this one I may burn,
then wipe up the ashes and let it go outside
so when you breathe, you breathe the pain that you left me deep inside
Nightmare Contest-PainlessNeedles breaking in my skinNightmare Contest-Painless in Free Verse More Like This
Children's screams again and again
Razorblades run down my wrists.
Teardrops lining my dry lips.
Words that crush and break my heart.
Fingers tearing my flesh apart.
Stitches ripped, removed too soon.
Feelings burned by 'I hate you'.
Papercuts across my eyes.
Blood erupts, on my fingers Lies.</i>
Salt in my wounds. Tears burn black.
Such true friends, the dagger in my back.
A thousand feet up in the air.
Feel the wind in my hair.
A crashing sound of pain and bone.
In this world left alone.
Lips sewn shut. No kiss tonight.
Shattered candles. Melting light.
I dance to the rythm of pain and suffering.
Anvils beofre me, no longer hovering.
In this world there's real and make believe.
Broken bones and amphetamine.
Arsenic laced around my veins.
A dizzy blur, scream out my name.
Holding onto what I've lost.
I grip air. Life is the cost.
The time ticks fast, a burst of fire.
Smoke rises slow and I'm the liar.
Black ash falls, mix with snow.
Taste the bull
How Does it Feel,How does it feel to watch it all fall apart?How Does it Feel in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To want nothing but a whole heart.
To stand before the mirror watching your tears fall.
To see so much and not understand it at all.
And when you look into his eyes, grow weak at the knees,
but always know "He'll never want me."
How does it feel to watch her hurt so bad?
Wanting to help her not be so sad.
It hurts even worse to not know how to help.
To be there wasn't enough when she fell.
And when you look in her eyes and the world falls apart,
everytime it breaks your heart.
How does it feel to not understand
your own thoughts in your own damn head?
To never know why he's not there with you,
always questioning lies, digging for the truth.
And when he looks into your eyes,
you could break down and cry.
Oh how they say the one you've got's enough.
They don't know how it feels to miss his touch.
And your best friends are there.
You know how much they care,
but every night you cry yourself to sleep.
Trying to stand tall, but always
InsecureIn my broken heart I do see faith, and in this shadowed soul I do see light,Insecure in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
but I am so afraid to ask for anything. I'm so afraid he might
leave me standing in the middle of a storm. Drowning. Suffocating.
These insecurities burn me but I don't show the flaming
pain that rages on inside.
I let it all hide.
And as it creeps down lower,
I feel my heart beat slower,
please don't leave me here to die.
No one ever sees me cry unless I can't control it.
Just some more sh**
to bottle up in my heart.
I know I have a new start, but the past is so confusing.
Am I losing my sanity?
Are you still with me?
I feel so lost, but I know I'm found
when you wrap your arms around
me and hold me tight.
I know I'll be alright.
I know that you'll let go,
but please help me show
my insecurities. Kill my flames.
Exposure should end these cruel games.
I know that loves a story,
and it will soon kill me,
so hold until I die.
Kiss me goodbye.
I Need YouEverything is falling beneath my feet.I Need You in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
So much has fallen through that I cannot defeat.
And I try to stand on my toes to strengthen the dance.
But I once again fall over my last chance.
I wish you were here right now, but you're hours away.
I've nothing to call home and I needed you today.
Hiding behind the curtains to muffle my tears.
Staring through the window, but through the darkness nothing clears.
It seems this apathy is endless.
My dreams are haunted by the taste of your lips.
Phantoms that never really died run through my heart.
I need you here with me before I fall apart.
A Letter to an AngelWe miss you, oh you don't even know...A Letter to an Angel in Free Verse More Like This
We keep on waking up, hoping to see you tomorrow,
but you're not coming back.
You're not coming back...
And to see you without a smile on your face is the hardest thing.
With you gone, I'm struggling.
The baby's due next week, I'm lying in bed.
There's an aching in my heart and a pounding in my head.
I wish you were here to take the pain away,
but I remember the news that day...
I want you to come home...
but you're not coming home...
And she's growing up so fast, I wish you could see.
She has your eyes and it's killing me.
It bringstears to my eyes when she asks where you went.
I can't tell her where, or why you ever left.
It was all on the news again, the anniversary.
She sat there in tears and watched it with me.
She asked me why God had to be so cruel.
How do you lie to an angel that looks just like you.
Just a letter to you baby that you'll never read.
I hope your safe now in your everlasting sleep.
HappyYou looked. I glanced. We met. I smiled. You smiled back. A sentence here. A metaphor there. A memory we both found beyond repair. I shared. You listened. You shared. I heard. You paused. And then I kissed you.Happy in Free Verse More Like This
Fingers pressed skin. Then danced apart. I teased. You laughed. You joked. I grinned. Stairwells were dreamcatchers. Stars were destinies. Guitars became epiphanies. More words. More memories. More to admit. More to regret. You were damaged. I was broken.
You stopped smiling. I didn't laugh. Words began to go unspoken. Regrets emerged. Fingers didn't touch. Lips faltered. Stairwells were nightmare holders. Stars were dead light from the skies. Guitars became dust ridden.
Words became unspeakable. Memories were untrustworthy. Your eyes told lies. My hands betrayed me. We broke apart before we had a chance to be. I became distant. And you...you were gone.
Now repeat until you believe it.
FaithI love your belief in God.Faith in Free Verse More Like This
Not because it matches mine.
Because it makes you even more beautiful to me.
You are the dream I always wanted, but never had.
(God likes to surprise me. Well, consider me surprised.)
It makes me want to sleep every single night by your side.
I want to wrap my prayers around you.
I want to press my lips to the segments of your body.
If you asked, I would rest my head besides yours
and dream your nightmares for you.
(You shudder in your sleep. I don't think you know.)
In faith, I'll be your dreamcatcher.
In dreams, let me wish all your nightmares away
UndeservedI don't deserve to be an artist.Undeserved in Free Verse More Like This
I don't know how to hold deep meaningful conversations with strangers.
I don't lament at night about a lover I have lost.
I don't watch the white smoke ebb into darkness.
I don't spend lonely nights admiring the true beauty of the world.
I don't sleep restlessly from the truth of suffering within this world.
I don't lie through my smiles or struggle to create them.
But I do think I am a writer.
I am completely, irreparably damaged.
I cry all night over old words and emotional baggage.
I weep over my lost innocence.
I spend nights wishing for skin against my own
I long for insomnia to inspire me.
I beg for worlds to collide so I can breathe.
So am I writer really?
Or just another misguided artist?
After Words"I wish you would give it back to me."After Words in Free Verse More Like This
"Why? You'll just break it again."
"It's my heart. I will do whatever the hell I want with it."
"Yeah? Well, you take terrible care of things that are yours."
"Fine. Keep it. I am equal parts concrete and soul anyway."
"You say that, but I'm not entirely sure that you are. I think you're deep, and fragile and broken, and that makes you beautiful."
"Again, concrete and soul. "
"I wish you wouldn't make this so hard."
"So hard? I'm making this easy. You gave me dreams of half feathered swans and a stupid house on an endless beach and a city made of an ocean, and now you're taking it all away. But at least I had them for a while."
"Don't be that way."
"I am going to be awake every single night and wish for a shooting star, so I can wish upon that shooting star to wish thoughts of you away."
"I wish this could be easier on you. You gave me so much and so many too."
"So much of love and so many wishes?"
"No, so much wishing and so many love
Judgement"You need to stop doing this."Judgement in Short Stories More Like This
"Stop doing what?"
"Writing me into your stories."
"Because it scares me. I'm not this guy that you write about. I'm not some kind of Prince Charming and I'm certainly not a sea God or whatever you like to say about my eyes every now and then."
"Yeah. You really need to work on your judgement of people, because this is all wrong. It's like you don't know me at all!"
"So why don't you correct me and I'll fix my idea of you accordingly."
"Well firstly, I'm a really nervous person."
"Yeah. Your hands are either fiddling with your hair or your sleeve, or you're biting your nails."
"And I don't like going out. I'm a hermit."
"Except to your best friends' houses, or to the animal shelter, or to me."
"And I'm dead inside."
"Says the boy who hides his tears at the sight of an injured puppy."
"I do not."
"Yes, you do."
"Anyway, I'm not always nice to you. In fact, I really don't do enough."
"You're right. Except yo
Blame Me.It's my fault we met that afternoon.Blame Me. in Free Verse More Like This
It's my fault that I wasn't looking for anything.
It's my fault that you were good to me then.
It's my fault that you told me that you would love me.
It's my fault that I fell in love with you despite not wanting to.
It's my fault you couldn't commit to me.
It's my fault that despite everything I had been through, I trusted you.
It's my fault I spoke about the rape.
It's my fault that I mentioned the pain.
It's my fault she died just when I had thought I could keep her.
It's my fault that you treat me like someone who needs you.
It's my fault you don't want me.
It's my fault that you never loved me.
It's my fault that all I am is a game.
It's my fault that I am damaged.
It's my fault that I am used goods.
It's my fault that I am unlovable.
It's my fault.
It's my fault.
It's all my fault.
You call it Judgement, We call it SinEmily needs the words to understand that she isn't being unreasonable. She just wants them to mean something and not be a string of words which flows into itself over and over again.You call it Judgement, We call it Sin in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She doesn't like her name either. Not because Emily isn't a pretty name but because she would rather be called something she feels like. (She has never quite forgiven her parents for choosing her name for her.) If she could, she would call herself Glass, because that is what she wakes up feeling like every morning. As if crystallised pieces of glass are edible and her insides tingle as she swallows them whole.
Emily lets the words call her names sometimes. She writes them on her knees so that she can remember them. Sometimes the words call her a whore, and sometimes stupid, and sometimes a loser and sometimes a tramp (She has never learnt that loving too much is a crime and boys with pretty eyes sometimes lie.). She sits in the bathroom with a pen the colour of blood and writes them carefully
RivalryHis name is Jack. I know that usually, I don't disclose much to you. But Jack is someone I need to tell you about. I have known Jack my whole life. He's been a best friend to me when the concept of best friends was nothing but some candy, and who led the gang in the playground. Commitment was a pair of bicycles thrown on the lawn and a race to the spiced lemonade his mother made so well. When we were young, we knew we were going to conquer the world. The battle was always, who would conquer it first?Rivalry in Emotional More Like This
Jack's father was an alcoholic. I will never forget that rainy afternoon when I opened the door to find him standing there, rain soaked tears streaming down his face and a red, harsh welt across his cheek. We stood there for what seemed like hours. We didn't speak at all that day. And after that, he was a different person. You see, Jack never had any siblings. I was his last remnant of childhood, his rival playground leader and yes, maybe even his best friend.
It was just his mother and hi
The Past, The FutureDo you remember when you were little and your best friend told you she didn't want to be friends anymore? It hurts like something was nesting on your heart and had clawed its way into your soul. There is an childish elegance to the sadness that you assumed only existed for grown ups when they talk about grown up things. In the glorious contant of humanity, the existence of her will corrode and become a faded memory that you will only remember when you hurt again.The Past, The Future in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
And then you will lose your dog, your best friend, your confidant. It will happen suddenly and you will be left with nothing but the hole in your heart of a lost companion who you assumed would be around forever. You will learn at that moment that nothing true or pure lasts forever. A part of your innocence will die as you cradle your companion for the last time. If only you had goldfish and parents who lied to you about him instead.
You will think the worst is over, playgrounds will become a little less magical, danger will b
A History of ImaginariumWhen we were young, we believed. In myths, in legends, in stories beyond the wildest imagination of the best story teller in the world. Tomorrow always held surprises, new stories, and new worlds for our imaginations to explore. Everything began with 'Once upon a time' and ended with 'Happily ever after.' We lived in a land where we all owned pet tyrannosaurus rexes, maybe a few dragons, a sword that rivaled Excalibur and faeries and pixies, who just happened to make great playmates. Fae food for some reason always seemed to be so much better than your average meal, and who needs an adult to talk sense to, when you could have a talking lion?A History of Imaginarium in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
But time passed us by. And things changed. We grew up, much to Peter Pan's dismay. And things became what they would never become if we believed. Things became boring.
Reading became insipidly real, about average people with average lives. And what was worse, we enjoyed that much more that the fantastical tales that our imagination wa
Knight LoveKnight Love in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Beautiful as a stary night,
you make my heart take flight,
you make me feel all is alright.
I wanna hold you tight,
in the darkest night.
You will never know,
how I want, around you,
my deceiving cover to blow,
just to be with you...
You're a pretty angel,
you give me wings!
Giving me a new angle
with the love your heart brings!
And your kind words
so sweet they taste!
Like the song of a thousand birds,
I can't ignore it, let it go to waste!
And my adorable dear,
your beauty is great!
Never to loose it fear,
for beauty is your soul's trait!
And angel, never give up!
Even in the darkest hour,
I'm always here to hold you up,
see you blossom, my lovely flower!
I'll hold your hand,
you, my courage, empower!
For you I'll cross all lands,
in fear, I'll never cower!
I'll fight them all,
they'll never hurt you!
You just have to call,
and I'll be there for you!
And even in the face,
of the great lord Death,
I'll fight for you,
Till my last breath!
MonsterI'm the shadow in the night...Monster in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I'm invisible in plain sight...
I'll never said I'm alright,
I won't even tell you a word,
no, to you I'm the nightmare tonight...
with no sound,
something that's wanted,
but will never be found...
A bomb defused...
twisted and used,
A threat unsaid,
The unloaded gun...
The one who is away from the fun...
Why am I me?
Am I what I see?
A piece with no puzzle?
the glass after you guzzle?
Am I the monster within?
the thing that should not be,
Yes it's me
I'm the deep shadow
you're not supposed to see,
which you failed to defuse at three...
maybe I could disapear...
A chill, a unexisting fear,
the threat to what's to you dear
Do you want?
Do you want the fear
the pain, the tear?
You want to feel the fire,
Burning of hatred and desire?
The worn down shield,
the soul that's about to be killed,
The blazing frozen soul I wield?
Simply put down
My only question
To which you from doubt frown
Panda BearI once met a panda bearPanda Bear in Concrete Poetry More Like This
She was fluffy, she loved to share
She made people stop and stare
I was lucky with her to share
some words, maybe some care
For you see, I'm a silly carebear
I'm no fwuffy panda bear
funny, happy, who loves to care
So to this momment i stop and stare
everytime she decides her art to share
I'm happy to have met the emo panda bear
She's adorable, who says otherwise i tear
and when i need, she's always there
I love my fwuffy emo panda bear
Nature CriesSee that tree?Nature Cries in Concrete Poetry More Like This
It is wiser than you and me
See that one?
It has sprouted when there was no sun
See that flower?
It grew beautiful, and yet sour
See that ugly fruit?
It is tasty, but it doesn't look good
See that cloud?
It is silent, but when it rains, it is loud
See that person over there?
He doesn't see the flower he stepped on
Neither how his cigarette will kill the tree
Or even how the fruit he stepped on was delicious
And the cloud, you ask?
Acid tears will cry from the fumes of his car
No, my friend, plants do not do war,
They cry and feel pity for us
They hope that we change
They don't get all the fuss
About getting a coin or two, some change
For them that is ephemeral
They try to survive
Till we change
We won't change
The Cold FireHe's got a confessionThe Cold Fire in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Of the pain...
Of all that strain...
Why do you take the faith,
the little things?
Why do you pull and break
Through them his heart sings
They're his power...
He has nothing but them
Those little twitches
Those little damn strings...
They're the fabric
Of his soul...
Of his wings...
And lately they've been
Seared and burned...
And that little string is all he has,
That little pair of torn wings...
Which hold him from the abyss
From those cold eyes...
That unearthly hiss...
From the stillness...
And here he goes again
Piece by piece
He's slowly crashing
in the dark abyss...
From the warm fire
that warmed his soul...
There's no trace...
No real sign...
And so he truly knows...
He's going to fall
Into the black abyss...
He'll again start to hiss...
To burn and sear...
With cold flames...
That always were there...
Flames that waited him to tear...
Whisper sweet promisses...
Come to us...
Come feel the dark caress
I Want a Hug!Sometimes I wanna shout,I Want a Hug! in Concrete Poetry More Like This
for I doubt people see,
what I'm all about.
I want my soul to be free!
Why don't people see?
I'm more than smart!
More than just that part
of my vast soul's sea!
I'm kind, can't they see?
Treat others like
treated you want to be!
A hug would set my soul free!
But a hug noone
wants to give me.
For you can see
To them I'm scary.
I'm tall and kind,
I look like a geek
But they're declined
the kindness I seek!
Faith's DemonWHAT is that,Faith's Demon in Concrete Poetry More Like This
behind the door?
What is that,
IS that no more?
What is that,
that washed ashore?
What is that,
CRAWLING on the floor?
What thing is this IN the shadows,
Of which I'm not sure?
THE SHADOWS, disapearing in a blink,
closing the opened door?
Why do I have a chill,
When nobody is here no more?
Why do I FEEL,
like THERE'S SOMETHING more...
What's this unwordly screech?
Moving BELOW THE FLOOR?!
Why don't I feel out of reach?
How did it get on the thirteenth floor?
What is that drill,
on my wooden floor?
IT'S the chilling shrill,
piercing the silent night!
Makes you feel ill,
destroys your will to fight?
And in this night,
of that I'm sure,
CLOSE your windows!
LOCK THE DOOR!
FEEL THE THING!
CRAWLING through the floor!
Hear it sing!
Of death and gore!
Feel it sting...
as it starts to bore...
THROUGH THE FEET?!
it crawls to your bed...
For it you're just a treat...
But that needs not to be said...
YOU feel it... it's soft like a chunk of bread...
and STILL it bores, it has not bee
The wallTrue life behind the wall,The wall in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I can hear it's call,
I start to crack the wall,
And my feelings start to crawl.
And, then, all colour fades away,
doesn't matter what I say,
my heart will again be prey,
but it beats waiting for the slay.
It knows I feel it all,
every word, every powerfull maul,
and everytime I awnser the call,
it sees how I patheticly fall.
I hope for love this time,
I know I've perfected my rhyme,
And as I think what I was gonna say,
I just realize what will happen, and run away.
Leave the roses on the ground,
in tears my heart is drowned,
the poem flies around
and lands withouth a sound.
Rose and poem, they together stay
At her doorstep, in the cold day,
reminders of times past and gone away,
time when romance wasn't in decay.
Blood and TearsTears fall...Blood and Tears in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Down the hall,
voices of happiness,
numbed down by the television
numbed beyond the vision
of what hides in front of their eyes
Of the tears running down,
hidden by the strategically placed hand...
Of the different one,
of the one
Who does not comply
Who does reply
Who spits in their dreams
who spits on their lie...
So I ask: Why?
Why do we have to get here?
Why do we need this pain, this fear?
Why do you need to see my tear?
Well my dear...
If you see my tear...
I, you, will tear apart
Straight from your chest, your heart...
I'll cut you, maim you
Ill annihilate you,
in the middle of the night
I deny you that right
As you denied me my right
to think free
to be me
Shhh, don't worry...
My tear, it'll disappear...
In a river of your blood...
BTTxThief!ReaderBTTx Thief!Reader (with England)BTTxThief!Reader in General Fiction More Like This
Hired to Kill
"How much do I owe you?" You glanced up at the man. A lock of his blonde hair curled upward from his head.
"I took what you owe me." You nodded at the bag, "The rest is there."
He nodded, grabbing the large sack. "Thanks." Pulling a mask over his face, he waved and lept up the stairs.
As strange as this exchange might have been to an outsider, It was completely normal for one such as you.
What were you? A thief for hire. Plain and simple. People paid you to break into fancy high-end places. You did it willingly. It was a fun job.
Besides, you loved making the nobles flip.
Pulling a dagger out of your belt, you set about to polishing it.
A creak came from upstairs. A new costumer.
A familiar man walked down the stairs. His tanned skin glowing contrasting against his bright red coat.
"What can I do for you Toni?" You twirled the dagger between your fingers.
Antonio was a fellow
AlliesxYurei!ReaderAlliesxYūrei!ReaderAlliesxYurei!Reader in General Fiction More Like This
Fight for life.
Yūrei- Yūrei are a type of Japanese ghost, usually female (though males do exist), traditionally shown as wearing all white with long black hair that hangs in front of their face. They are typically bound to specific places or objects, and often have a mission of vengeance.
------England's point of view-------
"You Fucking Wanker." I grumbled at Alfred's back. Tripping on a tree root, I growled out a curse.
"Not my fault the car broke down." He shot a glare at me, the moonlight glinting off his glasses.
"Guys! Fighting fix nothing!" Yao walked next to me, his mouth full of dumplings. The basket in his arms was piled with more.
"Oui." Francis swatted branches out of his way, shrieking when they tangled in his hair.
I glanced at Ivan. The tall Russian was unfazed by the foliage around us. Of course.
Why were we out in the middle of a bloody forest?
Because Alfred just HAD to ride in that crappy
2P-GermanyxReader part 22P- GermanyxReader2P-GermanyxReader part 2 in General Fiction More Like This
A year had past since you had been sent into the past. A year living with Lutz. A man you had come to love (despite his perverted personality).
"Kätzchen." He whined from the couch, "Get me a beer! Ze talk show is about to come on!!"
He was fiddling with the large radio that sat next to the couch.
The talk show. A.K.A Propaganda crap. You didn't know how he was able to listen to that crap. Luckily for you, you didn't understand half the stuff the commentator guy said.
"You already had two." You didn't bother getting up from your spot on the small chair.
"Kätzchen!!!!" He whined again, glaring at you. You glared back. You hated when his breath smelled of beer. It was almost as bad as when he ate wurst.
He grumbled something ,running a hand through his perfectly slicked back hair. The show came on. You blocked out the sound of the guy's whiny voice.
"It's been over a year since ve met." Lu
2P-GermanyxReader part 3- finale2P-GermanyxReader (with Poland)2P-GermanyxReader part 3- finale in General Fiction More Like This
Crap, you were back in the future, with Lutz and Felix. How the hell where you going to explain this?!
"WHAT IS DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!?" Felix squealed, jumping of the bed, he picked up your laptop.
"Nothing! Put it down!" you hissed, looking towards the door.
You heard footsteps, "Is everything okay?"
"Yup, uh, Iggy just threw up." The little cat glared, from his spot on your dresser. You had thought that he had gone missing half way though the year in WWII Germany. Apaerently he had just been sent back before you.
"Well make sure you clean it up." You listened as she walked away. Breathing a sigh of relief, you turned back to the duo.
"Vell, vell ,vell. Who knew zat leibe had stuff like zis." Lutz was holding a black lace bra, smirking like an idiot.
"Give me that!" you hissed, snatching it away.
Leave it to him to find the underwear drawer in fifty seconds of ente
Supernatural-BTTxReaderSupernatural BTTxReaderSupernatural-BTTxReader in General Fiction More Like This
You raced down the hallway and picked up the large bowl of candy. Opening the door you smiled down at the trick-or-treaters. "Happy Halloween!"
Smiling you watched as they each took a piece, then raced down your walkway.
Closing the door you looked behind you. Your cat Kiku watched the bowl in your hand.
"Don't worry Kiku, I'm not handing out your Tuna treats." The little cat huffed, flicking his stub tail.
The doorbell rang again, spinning around, you opened the door again. Iggy, your neighbor stood behind his twins, Alfred and Matthew.
"TRICK OR TREAT MS._________!!!!!" Alfred crowed
He was dressed as a Cowboy. Matthew was dressed as Winnie The Pooh.
While the boys picked out a piece, you grinned at Arthur, "So how are the cooking classes going?" The Englishman rolled his eyes "The teacher threatened to sue because I accidentally lit his favorite oven on fire." Laughing you patted the boys
AlliesxYurei!Reader 2AlliesxYūrei!ReaderAlliesxYurei!Reader 2 in General Fiction More Like This
Fight for life.
Yūrei- Yūrei are a type of Japanese ghost, usually female (though males do exist), traditionally shown as wearing all white with long black hair that hangs in front of their face. They are typically bound to specific places or objects, and often have a mission of vengeance.
------Alfred's point of view------
There was no way The hero was going to be killed by the very thing that made his favorite food.
I scrambled on top of the fridge. From here I could see the meat grinder slowly wheeling it's way over.
"AH HA HA HA HA! You can't do shit bro!" I crowed, sneering down at the metal machine.
It rammed into the fridge. I teetered dangerously close to the edge.
I really hated to have an metal object prove me wrong.
Standing up, I lept onto the cabinets. For a split second, my feet dangled over the edge. Pulling myself up, I flattened to fit between the ceiling and cabinets. It was a tight squeeze.
Neko-RussiaxReaderNeko-RussiaxReaderNeko-RussiaxReader in General Fiction More Like This
So many cats!!!
Big cats, tiny cats. Every color possible.
How to choose? Frowning you scanned the room. You wanted a cat that wasn't very well liked by the others. One that you could shower with affection.
A large gray brown cat sat off to the side. The other cats skirted around it.
"Can I have that guy?" You squeaked pointing towards him.
Elizabeta looked surprised, "You sure? Nobody really likes that cat. Sometimes people do adopt him, but they always bring him back."
You felt your heart throb in sympathy. You had to have that cat. "I am one hundred percent sure!!"
Shrugging she hefted the large cat into an over sized carrier and handed you a stack of papers.
After signing and paying the adoption fee you loaded the cat into the passenger seat of your car.
"Soooooooo." You made a right turn out of the parking lot
"What to call you.." You looked over at him. The cat had a rather large nose and purple eyes. Too cut
Neko-CanadaxReaderNeko-CanadaxReaderNeko-CanadaxReader in General Fiction More Like This
The meowing from the cats was loud. There had to be at least thirty cats there.
"Are you looking for a particular type of cat?"
"No. Not really..." You twirled a lock of hair around your finger. "Are there any kittens?"
"Yes!" Elizabeta clapped her hands. "Only one though, the other two where adopted." Nodding you followed her over to a cardboard box.
Inside was a smallish beige and white cat. It had the most vibrant purple eyes you had ever seen.
"This is Matthew. His father, Francis, is that one over there." You looked over at the fluffy white cat.
"Um I'll take him!" Reaching out you patted the kittens head. He blinked up at you.
Elizabeta grinned, "Good choice! Matthew's a bit shy, but he'll warm up to you!"
It was a rather quiet ride home. You kept glancing at the kitten, He had fallen asleep after being put in the carrier. You smiled at the collar around his neck. Elizabeta had given it to you
FrancexReader OneshotFrancexReaderFrancexReader Oneshot in General Fiction More Like This
The word your family and friends used to describe you was "Introverted"
You were quiet, disliking large crowds and gatherings. You tried to avoid them at all costs. It wasn't that you were very shy, you just liked being alone.
Of course having two older brothers didn't help. Especially when those said brothers were North and South Italy.
Luckily for you, as the personification of Sicily, you stayed on your island and kept to your self.
Or tried to.
"You've, like avoided dese meeting for like YEARS!" Felix, A.K.A. Poland, was yammering in your ear.
"You know I don't like crowds." You sighed into the phone.
"Girl! How are you ever gunna get laid?"
You turned bright red, "That is the least of my concerns!"
"Uh, huh. Right." You could practically see his face, eyebrow raised, eyes half closed and a cat like smirk.
"But seriously _____. De last meeting you vent to vas like, fifty years ago."
You sighed again, knowing that if you refu
2P-CanadaxReader part 2 Finale2P-CanadaxReader2P-CanadaxReader part 2 Finale in General Fiction More Like This
Only a month and three days left in Canada. All that time with nothing to do.
You had already seen all the sights after the tall Canadian, Matthew had left. The two and a half days spent with him were probably the most interesting so far.
You missed Kuma, the wolf wasn't as scary as he had first appeared, more like a giant puppy then a large beast. And if you allowed yourself to think on the matter, you admitted that you also missed the Matthew. But you tried not to think about him.
Flopping down on your bed, you flipped open your phone. Time to bug Alfred.
"YO! This is Al."
"Hi _______. What's up?"
"YEAH! I've done everything interesting!" You heard him grumble something.
"So what am I supposed to do? Send you a puzzle?" His tone was whiny and uncaring.
'S.O.B' You though venomously 'It's your fault I'm here.'
"Can you give me Mattie's number?"
Oops, that slipped o
All at sea: Chapter 20Chapter 20: AttackAll at sea: Chapter 20 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Let no joyful voice be heard. Let no man look at the sky with hope
Angela strained, back aching, against the bar of wood before her. She didnt mind having to push the wretched thing: the work wasnt too hard, considering the number of them turning the wheel. She didnt mind having to listen to Davy read whilst they worked: it was quite a good piece of writing, and added to the atmosphere. Heck, she didnt even mind being sandwiched between the rest of the crew, one of whom kept stepping on the back of her shoe.
She really, really, wished they werent being whipped, though.
She concentrated on the wood. It was a discoloured, crumbling plank, encrusted with so much coral and assorted barnacles it would probably collapse without them. All in all, it was a very dull piece of wood, but given the only other view was the backside of the anglerfish-faced man in front of her, she had developed a sudden interest in it.
All at sea: Chapter 18Chapter 18: Chefs SpecialAll at sea: Chapter 18 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Clanker poked the green mush around his bowl.
Any relation, Greenbeard? He shouted across the table. A seaweed coated head glared at him, and went back to eyeing its own mush.
This isnt how seaweed should be cooked. Hadras muttered.
Be grateful, ye miserable lot. Ye dont see the Captain complainin, do ye?
Shouts sounded from outside. Heads turned to the source of the commotion. Clanker slipped his portion into Hadras bowl.
Its not my fault! The voice screeched. This is an awful ship! Theres no supplies! How can you expect a good meal without proper supplies?
I didnt ask ye to play cook-ah!
You can forget it anyway! Youre not getting anything more unless weve actually got something to cook!
All at sea: Chapter 17Chapter 17: ChowderAll at sea: Chapter 17 in Fan Fiction More Like This
You are absolute idiots!
Angela hung her head and went back to scrubbing a vast corroded pot. Margaret crossed her arms.
Its not our fault!
Hopes face creased with fury. Oh my, thought Margaret. Whats wrong with that eye? For a moment, and a moment only, her left eye gleamed unnaturally, a dull gold colour.
Not your fault! No, I suppose its the crews fault, really. But why couldnt you see that before you went giving them ideas? This isnt a game! We can quit when we get bored! Theres no rules, except us versus them!
It should get better, eventually. Theyll accept us in the end. They have to, weve got a hundred years to spend together.
Angela. Get it into your naïve, pretty li
All at sea: Chapter 16Chapter 16: Underwear the seaAll at sea: Chapter 16 in Fan Fiction More Like This
First mate Maccus?
Maccus turned away from his current task, to face a pair of grinning, crewmembers.
Me and the lads were checkin the cannons this morning, and we found somethin ye might want to have a look at. He indicated a mass of white frills impaled on his spiny arm.
We saw it hangin down from on of the cannon hatches. Olgivy rasped. Someone must have tried to throw it overboard.
Not it. Them. There loads of the cursed things!
Maccus regarded the figure in front of him.
Includin the one stuck to yer head, coxswain?
Kolenikos eyes rolled up, trying to see the top of his head.
Ye bastard, Olgivy! Ye said yed taken them off!
A guttural choking noise from Olgivys twisted mouth. He was either laughing, or swallowing his to
All at sea: Chapter 11Chapter 11: Round twoAll at sea: Chapter 11 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Angela yawned, and consulted the mirror wedged into the warped wall. Trust Margaret to have one in her pocket. It was a little worse for its treatment in an over-tight pocket, however, and Angela currently looked at a dirty face with a crack down the middle.
Dyou think Im getting gills? She asked, rubbing a hand down her neck.
I dont want to think about it! She took her turn at the mirror. What if I end up ugly?
Hope stepped out of one of the latrines, stretching painfully.
Then well still love you. Beauty is skin deep.
Easy to say when were such gorgeous young ladies, Angela mused.
I want to be a shark. She said, bearing her teeth. Can you see me as a shark? Elegant, deadly, graceful
Neither you or a shark is elegant or graceful.
I cant help i
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Hope had to admit: she was scared. She was out of her depth, faced with a situation that none of her lessons had taught her about. People like the man before her would never have been allowed to attend one of the academies parties, except perhaps as part of the buffet. He looked as if hed drowned, face down in a rock-pool.
My name is Bootstrap Bill Turner. He said. And this is the Flying Dutchman.
Hope glowered at him.
The Flying Dutchman? Mythical ghost ship, haunting the seas for eternity? Who do you take us for?
Hes telling the truth, Hope. Amelia interjected.
Is this some sort of hoax? Who put you up to this? She turned to Margaret and Angela. Dont tell me youre in on this too?
Its no use denying it. Bill droned on. Were all in the same boat now. Youre part of t
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Lined up on the dark deck, cold and soaked, Angela and Margaret stood in an uneven row of other unfortunates. The hands claws flippers appendages of one of the crew were dug into her shoulders, pressed painfully against her chilled flesh. Hope was only on her feet because of the barnacle-encrusted hands looped under her armpits. She didnt stir. That was a fairly large worry, but not as large what seemed to lay in store for them.
No! I wont serve.
A crunchy splat.
The deck shook as the Captain advanced on the next victim, one of the sailors. Angela watched, with the air of someone who, having not really being paying attention to her etiquette lessons, now watches other students to see what is expected.
Of course, etiquette took place in a lovely warm classroom. And, whilst their tutor had been a little scary, she had been human. Heck, she&
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In another room of the creaking ship, the air was full of snores. Hammocks swayed gently with the swell of the ocean, limbs of various sizes and species flopping out at odd angles.
One crew member, however, was not sharing in their exhausted sleep. He was more concerned with keeping his head.
Hadras shifted, keeping his hands firmly clutching his shell head. Sure, it would re-attach like always, but decapitation seemed to be like dislocating a shoulder: once it happened once, it would happen again. And, as he didnt fancy letting it heal back on at a funny angle, hed been sleeplessly holding the wretched thing in place. Perhaps, he mused, I should start wearing a scarf
No, Im not. Im quite sober, actually.
What? Ah, never mind. You awake?
His eye squinted into the darkness, searching for the source of the voice.
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Some of the crew, contrary to Davys prediction, had gone to sleep. Some of the luckier ones had made it back to their hammocks first.
Jimmylegs sprawled on his back, toothy mouth open as though he was trying to lure an unsuspecting fish into it. One of his legs twitched in his sleep, rhythmically kicking out. Occasionally, one of his arms also twitched.
Bootstrap moved carefully over creaking floorboards, sidestepping dangling limbs and other appendages. He wasnt the most agile man, and the coat of sealife on him creaked arthritically, but the crew slept the sleep of the dead. Rum helped.
He didnt have the bell on him this morning: instead, a heavy, metal-bottomed bucket was clutched in both hands, icy bilge water and bits of seaweed slopping out at every lurching step.
He found his destination: Jimmy. A rare smile stretched itself over his face, a distinctly evil grin, and his bloodshot blue eyes glittered. He heaved the bucket, until i
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Angela and Margaret huddled together, trying to avoid looking at the man, or monster that paced in front of them. His blue eyes flashed. His beard moved and writhed, a mass of clutching coils. His claw snapped and opened, snapped and opened, like a pair of champing jaws.
Davy Jones was annoyed.
Sir, I had no idea of this deceit. Maccus said.
Neither did I! Clanker protested. A clawed hand smacked him around the ear.
Davy glared at them. All the terrible qualities of man and squid combined in his face and expression. A whimper rose up from the two girls.
Ye harridans! Ye sea-whores! The dams of ice broke, letting out a furious torrent. What is the meaning of ye coming here to tempt my men-uh?
W-we arent here to tempt anyone! Angela squeaked.
Speak for yourself.
FrostI am devouring chaos,Frost in Free Verse More Like This
chasing it down with winter's chill.
Spare me your fingerprints,
summer's lovechild. Those knowing owl eyes
have me second guessing the wild churning
in my bones. You are the sleep that sweeps
my eyelashes, drowning me in my own daydreams.
When was it...
that you plastered yourself to my ribcage?
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She’s a devil,
Glad for her spine,
& her teeth,
even God hands fear her.
For she has arched her back
for a flower-woman
with sin dripping
from her fingers
-who taught her
how to laugh
like the stars.
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,
Battle CryI write poetry to ghosts in my dreamsBattle Cry in Free Verse More Like This
awakening with ink stained sheets
from nights I can't remember,
meaningless phantom words upon my flesh.
And this cigarette between my fingertips
taunts me,"Hey baby, heycatch me on fire
and I'll burn you away." I laugh, hollow
unafraid of flames & smoke & shadows.
I've felt it all before.
I'm washing away the ink with homemade
remedies. Like it never was;
Like I never was.
But there is love on my arms now
smirking and itching away at me.
I'll claw it out a hundred times over
because remembering you
that is worse than self-inflicted injury.
wet scribbles, tattooed tragedyI am shedding my skinwet scribbles, tattooed tragedy in Free Verse More Like This
like the poetry that bleeds
from your ink-cracked lips
onto the bare bones of my
Unfold these moon-shy limbs
that chase silence
& beg stay-with-me.
For you are the only verse
hidden within this labyrinth
of scar-damaged flesh.
DracoIt was the unwritten poetryDraco in Free Verse More Like This
dripping from her eyelashes
that made me love her.
She was a sinking ship,
and I longed to descend
into the watery depths
of her eyes-
I could hold
It was the bruises sleeping
on the curve of her hips
that called to me like hungry sirens.
Licking her salty lips,
I traveled the scattered freckles on her back.
Shaping an angry dragon as if together,
we were part of the sky, all long-limbed,
tongues and teeth- she whispered,
"Do you know the story of Draco?"
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she tries to fall into the night,
tipping her strawberry heart
like a tea bag into hot waters-
always scolding herself
kissing ocean beds.
Her hips, tides rolling
towards the antagonists
of myths & legends.
with a thousand leagues
of sea behind her eyes,
she will always save herself.
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you would break my stars,
tear them from the sky and devour them
s l o w l y.
I neglected to tell you
they all had their own feelings
and your bruises form my own constellation
in the quiet valleys of my firefly skin.
I am the milky way.
And you, my sweet-
You are nothing more
than a dead star
with a pretty name.
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in her wake. A trail of poetic destruction
conceived in verse--answering questions
with kisses. There is a hunger in her
freckled constellations, like spider webs
woven together with golden thread.
Like the wild roses she braids in her hair:
She walks backboned and head held high;
the strongest of letters on a page
left to rest in your mouth.