He stands before the adoring crowd,
Basking in their cheers and standing ovation.
But he has already been dishonoured -
By means of his perverse innovation.
For none could know of the dark secret;
About the art that he claims to be his own.
It is naught but an illusion, smoke and mirrors -
A theft for which he must atone...
But this disgusting creature, this worthless abhuman;
So desperate for the glory which he sees upon the stage!
Will quietly don the skin of another;
An urge he must assuage...
Biting his nails, a cracked smile upon his lips, he whispers:
"No one will know, no one will find it and I am great..."
-Chen Yuan Wen, 24th October 2012
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
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
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
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
My Beautiful FilthMy Beautiful Filth:My Beautiful Filth in Free Verse More Like This
We'll start with the rose petals
scattered lavishly across the bed
A symbolic collage of my broken thoughts
like memories crushed and thrown into the winds
they lie where they fall, forever forgotten...
Tacks and nails shall line the floor!
A perfect representation of my painful steps
To walk forward was to suffer
to stand still was to endure
Like the insults thrown at me, like the physical abuse
they drive their way into my skin and remain embedded
Unable to be removed except by force
And now comes the masterpiece, the perfect finishing touch
A wall of words and photographs depicting my sorrows and greivances
The filthy shame of these long years and the pain which I've kept inside
Now I engrave it into this concrete canvas...
Let all the world know of what was done to me
even as I part from it...
For in death I swear they shall have no reprieve!
In life I wanted to be beautiful and in death I shall finally be so
For the weight of
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
Coward of a ManCoward of a Man:Coward of a Man in Free Verse More Like This
You stand there whinin', cryin' crocodile tears and playin' victim.
Ye eyes demand pity, but yer lips are spewin' nothin' but lies.
Flowery speeches o' harmony and unification;
It's bollocks and snake-oil I say!
I ask ye, as someone who aspires t' be a leader:
What exactly are ye worth?
Who exactly are ya, and what in th' bloody hell makes you worth followin'?
Now I've watched ye fer a long time, and I've known ye fer even longer -
Ye always stand there beggin', askin' us fer help, askin' fer a handout;
But yer hands are clean, uncalloused, and completely free from sweat or toil.
Instead, ye make us promises; promises as empty as air and about half as useful!
In the end, here ye are again, callin' fer our unification, callin' fer togetherness.
Isn't that just yer own way of hidin' behind the labour and efforts of others?
While we stand out in th' front, ye sit behind and give us speeches,
Ye tell us that we're comin' together fer the good of us all
I Comfort MyselfWith a warm drink, whispering secrets to my own reflection.I Comfort Myself in Free Verse More Like This
The struggles that plague me, though none may know,
Are only for the ears of my quiet mirror, who smiles
Softly, warmly and with care. He tells me, I'm fine
I've done well for now and soon I may finally rest.
Though the silence continues to press upon me,
Weighing upon my soul like an iron crate.
Still I find comfort in whispering secrets,
If only to my own reflection - holding a warm drink...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 17th October 2012
FEARFEAR:FEAR in Free Verse More Like This
Frantically he scrambles away from the dark
Eager to be free of his waking nightmare
Acting only upon the instinct within him;
Reminded constantly that he is prey
For some time he hides in the pervasive shadows
Earnestly praying that he will not be discovered
A single sound is all it takes to jar him;
Running from a creature that he can barely see
From head to toe it is certainly monstrous
Enshrouded in an aura of absolute repugnance
As the acid drips from its cruel jaws,
Rapidly dissolving the ground below
Fearful, he cowers, beneath boxes and cardboard,
Escaping away into a tiny corner of his mind
Alone with only his anxiety for company
Resting for what might be his very last
From birth, Ever-present, Always Remembered
such is the nature of FEAR
Writing poetry again Doctor Cecil? That's good!
You'll need a hobby to be working in an environment like this
-Chen Yuan Wen, 9th October 2012
WinterfallWinterfall:Winterfall in Free Verse More Like This
Warm blood drips upon the pearl white snow
freezing into droplets that shine and glow
Red like the colour of his once livid cheeks
It frames the sculpture I have carved on this peak
An artwork made so terrifyingly sublime
I believe that such a thing would be condemned as a crime
But woe betide the unfortunate soul
For the poor man stumbled into the freezing cold...
I remember his features in his moment of death
Hope and despair, intermingled as one
A shine of reality as he opens the door
and steps into the hell from the days of yore
From then he has passed into my loving care
His body as a shell and so I lay it bare
I paint it with colours, to frame the moment of death
and lay it with the others in the mountain's breast
Here in the silence, within the womb of the earth
You can view the masterpiece that I have birthed
A giant of corpses, sewn with flesh
Tattooed with the faces of eternal rest...
"Ah, indeed I am a genius..."
-Chen Yuan Wen, 23rd August 2012
There is no place for me.There is no place for my ideals or me,There is no place for me. in Concrete Poetry More Like This
There is no place for justice or mercy.
There is no place for true love anymore,
It's a sad truth, it saddens me at the core.
There is no place for me in this world,
Where the cries of the needy must go unheard.
I'm cast out for my ideals, my gentleman's code,
Well, I was born like this, a man in hero mode.
There is no place for a hero in this world,
The knight in shining armour must go unheard.
There is no such thing as a Fairy Tale,
I am not Prince Charming, just another sail.
On a boat afloat on a sea of sadness,
The winds of mourning passing through me.
There is nowhere in this world for me...
There is nowhere in this world for gallantry.
The Child's Song."Corporations are evil!"The Child's Song. in Free Verse More Like This
"Corporations are evil!"
Say the little children in a sing song voice,
The parents wonder as the children rejoice.
What has inspired this strange song?
Why are corporations so very wrong?
Which child started and when will it end?
And how can they see that they pretend?
One child had skipped through the village, singing,
And soon, to the tune the church bells were ringing.
Such a catchy tune it was hard to not hum,
A protest is catchy, it's an old rule of thumb.
We are the down-trodden and angry masses,
Our tune is carried by every man that passes.
We are the oppressed masters of the future,
We shall not be quietly pushed to the corner!
It all began with a simple child's song,
And now the angry protest has begun.
It all began with a naive little lover,
And now they are the mightiest fighter!
Everything in life.I need to hurt myself... No, you don't.Everything in life. in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I did this... I need to hurt myself for it.
It won't go away if you do, you know it won't.
But everything in life has its consequence...
Maybe if I hurt myself, then I won't have to feel them,
Maybe it'll be consequence enough, if I'm hurt then.
Maybe she won't dump me for what I did too,
Maybe it'll be consequence enough for what I did to you.
I don't get why you're worried though...
But I dream the future, read my poetry, sometimes, I do.
And a few nights I felt a crossover, a nightmare come true,
And now I know that it has happened, because of what I did to you.
So now, I need to hurt myself, to give me a consequence,
So now, I need to fade away, and never be spoken of since.
And now, I want to hurt myself, to save myself more pain,
But all things come to an end, and it's always the same.
Discarded.You cry for your sorrows and you bleed for your dreams,Discarded. in Free Verse More Like This
Just always remember, this world is not what it seems.
You can be the best of friends and then disappear,
They'll just discard you, I know it's hard to hear.
But this has happened enough to me,
It's all everyone's been doing recently.
So here I lie, discarded, fearing to stand up,
Because what waits just isn't worth getting up.
Thrown away and lying in a puddle of mud and blood,
All the other times I got up, and wiped off the mud.
But this time, as I lie here, broken and bloody,
I don't want to get up, I want to be a dead body.
I know getting up is inevitable, because I will never give in,
But I really just want to give up and say that "I'm done in."
I'm going to cry.I'm going to cry for all I've lost,I'm going to cry. in Free Verse More Like This
And you can't or won't stop me.
I'm going to die for all I was,
And all you'll do is watch me.
I'm going to hide from you,
Afraid to show my weakness.
I would happily die for you,
But I still regret this.
I didn't want this life,
I didn't want these tears.
I didn't want this life,
I didn't want these fears.
I used to cause myself pain,
To make sure I still feel.
I'll do it now and again,
To make sure it's still real.
I'm going to cry for all I've lost,
And you can't stop me.
These tears I cry at my cost,
For once will flow freely.
Our Poor JesterOur poor Jester bit off more than she could chew,Our Poor Jester in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I suppose it was inevitable, being the human in the crew.
It happens to all of us, and we all must start anew,
But still, our poor poor Jester, you have us, your crew.
Now I know you might not want a Reaper's comforts,
And well, even despite my best efforts.
The touch of death is hardly the greatest of comforts,
Even though an Angel's pity is one of the sweetest of desserts.
Callous hands and callous ways, coupled with a callous tongue,
I cannot help but feel I'm to blame, at least if only for some.
Please know, none of it was intended, I never tried to depress you,
Guys, it looks like our poor Jester has bit off more than she can chew.
Don't worry though Riddle, we have people to take care of you,
The perfect person, an Angel for comfort, and of course Sarah too.
Our poor poor Jester has bitten off more than she can chew...
But as long as we have breath in our lungs, we will look after you.
The Night Of Silence.Loud music blaring, older children scaring.The Night Of Silence. in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
It is the night of all Hallow's eve, when we believe the lies we weave.
Parties continue well into the night, but it is different tonight.
At midnight, there's a sudden hush, and shadow snuffs out the light.
The dark is rising, just another lost warning.
Demons blend in, walking side by side with masked human.
All Hallow's has come, but no one knows to run.
The dark is rising, just a forgotten warning.
The dark snuffs out the light, and shall wreak havoc tonight.
All Hallow's has come, and no one remembers to run.
The dark is rising, and the precious light is falling.
All Hallow's has come, and the massacre, has begun.
Who what when where why or how.You're just another faceless one, hidden in the crowd,Who what when where why or how. in Free Verse More Like This
No one cares about you, or why you act so proud.
No one knows who you are, you're just another face,
You could just disappear without a trace.
The blood red sky in your mind's eye,
It's always there but you don't know why.
You're just a part of a bigger whole,
And your heart is as black as coal.
You play dress-up with your top hat and cane,
But you can take it off and disappear again.
You're never noticed no matter what you wear,
It's a source of their contempt and your despair.
You could just disappear right now,
No matter who what when where why or how.
92. All That I Have.All that I have, I give to you.92. All That I Have. in Free Verse More Like This
My mind, my body, my soul, all to you.
I give you my everything, treat it with care,
And all that I ask from you is you keep your flare.
That one thing, that magic, that spark that drew me to you,
All that I have, I give to you, do with it whatever you want to.
All that I ask is that you let me love you,
And that you tell me that you love me too.
All that I have, I give to you,
I give everything, all of it, to you,
All that I ask in return is you let me love you,
That you believe I love you, and that you love me too.
Jennifer, I give you my everything, because I love you.
Dying From LoveDying From LoveDying From Love in Free Verse More Like This
His sweet words touched her heart
Now it is bleeding and torn apart
His gentle touch as he held her hand
Now it is empty as a barren land
His tender kiss across her lips
Ignited something deep within
Now they are parched and dry
Craving moisture that he would provide
He caressed her heart with his love
Now it is screaming from the pain
Dying slowly as she cries in the rain
OvercomeOvercomeOvercome in Free Verse More Like This
I do this...well...when it is needed.
I haven't written in so long
Yet tonight it is needed
For my emotions have been drawn
Like a fountain they pour
All that is inside of me
Silent words never spoken
The tears that are never seen
I am not sure if it will help
I am not sure of much at all
To many emotions
I wish it would stop
I want it all to go away
I wish I truly had wings
Maybe then I would be free
Maybe finding peace and serenity
Yet that is a childish thought
For the world we live in
It will always be a dream...
Tears of an AngelTears of an AngelTears of an Angel in Free Verse More Like This
I don’t know how much longer that I can be strong,
This storm is so great, I feel like I am coming undone,
Winds wrapping around me, I can hardly breathe,
The rains breaking me down, tearing at the seams,
Burning eyes I have, that don’t shed a tear,
The weight upon my shoulders, I can no longer bear
What once was strong and impenetrable, these walls of mine,
Are slowly crumbling around me, dust into the ground
No longer able to shield myself, from all that’s going on,
A heart slowly dying inside, no longer filled with joy,
Sadness and sorrow have engulfed my very soul,
Sometimes I truly wish that I wasn’t here anymore.
Wings battered and bruised, fail me as I fall to my knees,
No longer able to glide and fly, enjoying the breeze,
Dreams that were once so real, burning to nothing but ash,
Are blown away with the wind, floating by so fast,
I watch them as they fade, all my hope is gone,
A sad melody fills my ears, as my tears finally fall…
Forever MoreForever MoreForever More in Free Verse More Like This
It's said true friendship is strong
A tree hundreds of years old
yet I saw a withered leaf falling
And the green begins to fade
Look beyond the withered leaf
See past the fading green
Look down into the soil
Where strong roots do grow.
I can hear dry branches cracking
And all the oncoming storms
Black clouds darkening the sky
Are we strong enough to prevail?
Though the branches may crack
As the winds bend them back
Look beyond the darkening clouds
The rays of the sun can be found.
I don't want to lose what we had.
I don't want to see it die.
But the wind takes the leaves away.
A barren skeleton is what is left.
You will not lose what is there
The beauty of nature will prevail
For beneath the soil the roots will grow
Blooming leaves that are forever more
When did we stop to care?
Hoping the tree's big enough
Our visits became rare
Just A DreamJUST A DREAMJust A Dream in Free Verse More Like This
So fleeting is that moment of happiness,
Touching you in an instant,
Caressing you with its gentle touch,
Then it disappears, you open your eyes,
Finding yourself in the same darkness,
A heart lifting and soaring,
A smile full of happiness and joy,
Sounds of sweet laughter drifting in the air,
Then it disappears, you open your eyes,
Finding yourself in the same darkness,
Shining in the light for a moment,
The warmth filling you full of life,
Feeling carefree while riding a wave of bliss,
Then it disappears, you open your eyes,
Finding yourself in the same darkness,
No sound of laughter is heard,
Eyes looking around a barren room,
Wondering if it was real,
Or was it just a teasing vision,
Feeling a deep emptiness,
You're in the same darkness,
A single tear leaves your eye
It was all just a dream
ConstellationShe is dream dust,Constellation in Free Verse More Like This
too bitter or wise
for her own good.
A timeless dragon's soul
somewhere inside a
scaled shell, burning
the silence in her bones
alive, honeysuckle sweet.
She collects fireflies only to
set them free at 3am,
crying to an uncaring moon.
& she's begging for the stars
to take her away,
make this house a home
rigged in the sky.
She is already naked fever
swimming through the cosmos
& I orbit her.
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?
Please, forgive me.Like lies, you saidPlease, forgive me. in Free Verse More Like This
I make breathing the cosmos
through rose colored lungs
look easy- vertebrae stretched
toward the moon.
& I'm hanging my bones
out to dry, carving Saturn's
rings into my wrists- my
star burst ankles.
I swore then I'd keep my
black tongued poetry
& uprooted limbs far,
far away from you.
But, like lies, galaxies,
& night fevers, you
are the destination
on my star map skin.
You.You told me onceYou. in Free Verse More Like This
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.
FeverI like pretending I mean something to the ghostsFever in Free Verse More Like This
who wreak havoc on my bones-
impaling these masochistic butterfly wings
on railroad spikes
between heartbeats and bedsheets,
I got a heart in New Orleans,
palms engraving names like
Juliet, Alexandria, & Christine
on the seats of greyhound buses.
& I'm offering up 102 degrees of skin to a godless moon
as I breathe in her night scent.
A Gods DebtSutured together by artists,A Gods Debt in Free Verse More Like This
hallowed out, & spit back up,
( you are afraid. )
Hooks longing for her ribcage embrace;
god-hands that can't seem to keep to themselves
grapple the gargoyle exterior of her deflowered frame.
( spread your legs. )
Red-inked and trembling,
prosetry masked as screams
knots into her anatomy.
The rule of nines.I know more about half-moon palmsThe rule of nines. in Free Verse More Like This
than most know about
the kind that beg dandelion child,
I know about forged castle ribs & broken homes.
Myths that are half fact & imaginary friend
turned bogieman -
Fangs that tear clear through ice-bone hearts
like they are nothing but pretty paper
to be folded over, again & again & again
by the hands of quivering youths:
Icarus, the reincarnated
sky conqueror searching for warmth.
Sometimes, you enjoyed being blind.Over 1,000 letters have found their waySometimes, you enjoyed being blind. in Free Verse More Like This
to the pulsating heart of my wastebasket.
You carried them away saying, "I'll use these
to fill the empty spaces of my universe."
You proceeded to tape them to your eyelids,
wear them like Augusts leaves along your limbs.
"I will be your voice and I will sing your words to the trees."
Slender spider fingers prancing across my misspelled scrawl.
respiration.i am shipwrecked fever;respiration. in Free Verse More Like This
& she is denied oxygen.
i taste sirens on the shore
of her collarbones,
& salt-licked sea limbs.
but, it's the natural disaster
wrapped around her coral spine
that really has my lungs
Her Musethese words are not poetryHer Muse in Free Verse More Like This
swimming liquid fire through ashes
of dead phoenix veins.
no, they are rough and callused
with over use, their own faithless artists
spewing black tar from their lungs
in the hopes to one day breathe again.
nothing moves her.
she would rather scribble her heart out
on physical manifestations of her own reality-
on skin and bones she worships like a temple.
"Write of me," he says, "right here."-
planting sun-stricken kisses
along the hollow of her burning throat.
"I want to be where your heart sleeps."
We kill angelsWe take the kindness for granted whenWe kill angels in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
We think that we deserve it but then
The angel we owe this to falls finally
We wonder aloud and we wonder why
And over the angel we broke we cry
Still we can't see we caused it initially
It's too easy to make angels fall
While wond'ring "Where are the angels all?"
It's so easy to push them over the edge
By demanding and taking it all, yet
We never give, never repay the debt
Tell me, what excuse do we have to allege?
Oh, leeches we are, vampires feeding
On angels' hearts, don't see they're needing
Kind words once in a while, arms to hold them, too
Why do we not tell them they are precious
Instead we're treating them so malicious-
ly, We kill angels, we're hell and them is woe
34. MoonOne night I was aked by the moon34. Moon in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
If I am happy
I could not reply too soon
the answer's not easy
I should have simply said "yes" and leave the moon alone up there
But instead I said "I don't know" and the moon began to stare
All I had wanted was to dream
And gaze at the sky
But now there was the moon's gleam
Demanding reasons why
Maybe I should have turned away, ignoring the bright moon, but
Its light filled my bedroom and my window blind refused to shut
So many time you looked at me
Longing in your eyes
I wonder if you're happy
Or if you need advise
But since you never said a word I finally did ask
Say, are you happy or are you sad? It is a simple task
I could not answer with yes or no
It's far too complex
Therefore I said "I don't know.
Can we please change subjects?"
Since then we never talked again about my state of mind
I doubt the moon did really care for the answer I did find
Commission - Angel and Demon"Are you going to tellCommission - Angel and Demon in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the same story over and over again?"
I can hear you yell
Hear me out before you complain!
The story is eternal
Immortal and everlasting about
Two beings, one infernal
one divine, trust and doubt.
I am going to tell
An old story with new words again.
Once upon a time there
came an angel down to earth, so pure she was
Sent from above where
No lie was heard, there was no cause
For a word to be untrue.
For a single heart to host any greed.
About demons angels knew
They were a sinful breed.
To an unknown place there
Descended an angel, kind she was
But for reasons unknown
The angel found herself in a prison cell
Alone she did moan
And cry, bound by an evil spell
When she heard a man's sneering
Behind her back, she turned around to see
A demon appearing
Cloaked in darkness was he
It'd been a trap unknown
To the angel caught inside the cell
The demon scoffed at her:
"A-ha-ha! An angel needs a demon's hand
Oh irony!" - "Cur!"
Shouted the angered angel and
With all her an
Death is knockingDeath knocks at my door.Death is knocking in Free Verse More Like This
I pretend I'm not around,
Hoping he would leave.
But he's just the messenger
For the mourning yet to come
Death keeps on knocking.
There is no way to fool him.
He knows my place well.
No matter where I move to,
He never fails finding me
Death is still knocking.
I give in, open the door.
"It's been quite a while."
He's acting like an old friend
While he tells who died this time.
Where Things Went WrongI think I owe you an apologyWhere Things Went Wrong in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
For the way I acted towards you.
Ignoring my own advice I failed
To follow the rules I made for me.
I still don't know what's wrong with me,
Neither why I took it out on you.
So here I stand and wonder if
We can go back to how we once were.
"I am sorry for what I did",
These words I can't force out.
Trying to solve a puzzle I can't see
I wonder where things went wrong.
Where things went wrong
Maybe I just wasn't aware of how thin
My usually thick skin had become.
While I went into the swamp of doubts
And depression to help others out.
I've sunken in without noticing
Until it all went so very wrong.
Or maybe the constantly "fuck you"
Of a friend hurt more than I did know.
"I am sorry for what I did",
These words I can't force out.
Trying to solve a puzzle I can't see.
I wonder where things went wrong.
Where things went wrong
There are still more things I could bring up,
Like the anniversary of death.
But I am not sure, if I were you,
If I could be satisfied
39. DreamI had a wonderful dream last night39. Dream in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And now I desperately fight
Not to forget anything of it
But I keep loosing bit by bit
I am digging in the desert's sand
try to catch water with my hand
But the more and the harder I try
The faster the water trickles away
With the water the dream does comply
And my memories slowly decay
Mindless MistakeIt was a mindless mistake I didMindless Mistake in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That suddenly ended our good day
Then you don't talk and stayed away
I'm sorry, but can you believe it?
You know I take insults easily
Water dripping off lotus they're
You know I seldom shed a tear
But you should know better about me
The little things can hurt me badly
All the little things which sum up
Those little things my strength do cup
The little things are what can break me
You don't talk or even acknowledge
That I'm no stranger wasting air
For me it's freaking hard to bear
And I don't want you to be on edge
You hide your hand I need to hold on
That I even hold during sleep
In your pocket it's buried deep
I shall let you be so it's withdrawn
Don't leave me alone right beside you
My apologies, hear them out
It'd be bearable if you shout
At me and maybe insult me, too.
This hostile silence I cannot take
It's torturing me, can't you see?
I'll endure it and let you be
It's the punishment for my mistake.
I had hoped I changed for the better
But again a
TodayToday the lion ate meToday in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
He swallowed me in whole
Today old demons found me
And claimed parts of my soul
Today, it was not my day
Today the lion bit me
I fought with all my strength
Today the demons got me
I disputed at length
Today was not my day
Today the lion ate me
To show me he's the king
Today the demons got me
Their poison injecting
Today wasn't my day
Today I left the lion
With a scar I have earned
Today I shed off demons
And gained a lesson learned
Today was my day
IThere is a certain wordI in Free Verse More Like This
Overused, too often heard
It's so simple and small
Thinnest of the letters all
Yet it's meaning, what a contrast
The gab between them is so vast
They could not be any less alike
The speaker uses it to strike,
to be the center of everything
It's overused one may think
It's impossible to avoid its use
and also very hard to reduce
And it makes me wonder: "Why
is it so diffucult not to say 'I'?"
Warm Me"The world is big and I am small,Warm Me in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am short and the world is tall.
The world is cruel and I am hurt,
The world is cold and full of dirt."
The melody of a children's song
Echoed through the empty floor
When the shadow of a former self
Marched towards that certain door.
Behind that door there was a short shelf,
Drawers unlocked by a key
Agile fingers had stolen before.
The lighter was found with glee.
"The world is big and I am small,
The world is too deaf for my call.
The world is cruel and turned away,
The world is cold and has to pay!"
Like ice the darkened walls did glisten
On the floor there was a lake.
The last canister soon was empty
And the pale hand did not shake.
With a soft hiss the flame's brought to life.
It stretched and began to dance.
A hand tried touching it tenderly
Staring eyes entered a trance.
"The world is big and I was small,
It never did love me at all.
But with you the tables will turn!
But with you my friend, it will burn!"
I Miss My FriendYou know, I always thought you'd be my friendI Miss My Friend in Free Verse More Like This
I never thought what we had would ever end
But everything changed when I told you about him
And now everything is bleak and grey and grim
I took a risk and told you he likes me for who I am
And yet you couldn't so much as give a damn
You were mad that I was 'leaving you' for this boy
You made me feel like nothing more than a toy
I confided in you, felt safe with you, and I miss you
But whatever we had is apparently through
So you can ignore my pain and ignore my fear
Ignore how I happy and carefree I may appear
Don't look for my love for you lost that long ago
Because it is the truth that I now know
You said you loved me and you said you cared
But all you have left me is hurt and scared
So maybe I can go to the boy and feel more
And hopefully him I will not bore
Because I am too afraid to do too much
But to him, for now, I will clutch
I lost you, my friend, and miss you I do
I fear to show you my face, so it is him I look to
All I can pr
Even Angels Need A Helping HandEvery human that will walk this earthEven Angels Need A Helping Hand in Free Verse More Like This
Has a purpose and has a worth
From birth to grave, from life to death
Until they breathe their very last breath
Their path is laid out before them
Some are destined to help others
To act as parents, sisters and brothers
To bring light into a vast sea of darkness
Working to the bone and never less
Others might be tasked to sit on the sidelines
Waiting and watching for tell-tale signs
Helping without face-to-face interaction
Discerning what help to give from other's actions
Then there are the Angels, the light givers
Their love all-encompassing like a grand river
It is their nature to help all those that seek it
To be there for all and to never ever omit
These Angels themselves have seen Hell
And in their hearts, darkness does dwell
Yet, they take the pain of who comes to them
And never once do they condemn
Sometimes even Angel need a guiding hand
The Pride of WordsI am an author, a poet, a writer, and a story-tellerThe Pride of Words in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I have a dream to become a New York best-seller
But why is this work unrecognized by most
Why can we hardly ever make the winning post?
I shall tell you why - the populous won't take the time
To take in the meaning behind the rhyme
They choose instead to look at a pretty picture
Why should they waste time to read boring scripture?
It takes less than a heartbeat to look at an image
Pictures of angels or pirates and their pillage
Yes, it takes longer to read a poem or story
But within the words lie the truth of glory
Pretty pictures may be quick to look at
Sure, you can draw a handsome devil in a hat
But we can write a scene to send a chill down your spine
We can build a world of age and history, drunk like treasured wine
It may take longer to read, but you'll be entranced
Pictures can only go so far, while it is words that will enhance
And yet we remain unpopular, no matter how hard we work
While the well-known artists sit idly by, ba
You are the Moon and I the SunWe are two peopleYou are the Moon and I the Sun in Free Verse More Like This
And yet we are one
You are the moon
And I am the sun
In a perfect circle we move
Without the other, we break
As the world crumbles around us
We know the the other is not fake
You are the moon and I the sun
And together we do beat as one
No Father on Father's DayIt was Father's Day and I stood in the back of the classNo Father on Father's Day in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I was young and stood alone, waiting for my turn as I was last
I look over at all the other dads and played with my hair
My name was called no more time to prepare
I stepped in front of them all and they sighed
"Why is there no father by that girl's side?"
"Probably just another deadbeat who can't even come."
I looked up at them and smiled back at my mum
"My daddy couldn't come today but I know he wish he could,
He doesn't live with us anymore even, but I know he would-
He loved me very much and taught me a great deal,
He taught me to ride a bike and fly a kite, he had the softest touch.
My daddy was a policeman and he died saving men and women
He died the day planes hit two buildings and he'd do it all again
Because my daddy cared about all those people more than himself
And now he's gone but his police hat rests on my bedroom shelf
I miss my daddy a lot but I know he's always by my side."
I looked around and saw that nob
No Clearer Than MudThere is so much pain, so much hurtNo Clearer Than Mud in Free Verse More Like This
Too many of the good are treated like dirt
I try and try to help, to take some pain away
So many people will never see the new day
Humans are a terror to their own race
We spread our diseases all over the place
We kill our children, rape our women
And the guilty are punished only now and then
When was it that people were ashamed of their own kind?
When did we get to be so ignorant and blind?
To kill and rape and destroy our own blood
Is to say that the human race is no purer than mud
Those strong of heart and caring souls
To help those close begins to take its toll
Exhausted and worried to the point of illness
Filled with concern and broken by stress
Prayers are said each and every night
Wishing for something to end the blight
To bring an end to all the suffering
Hope is their one and only offering
Those who help, do so with all their heart
The worry is enough to make them fall apart
But they press on because, in the end, they know
The light will shi
Bullying: Another Life is StolenMaking others feel worthless is what you do bestBullying: Another Life is Stolen in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Then you go and claim it was all a joke, a mere jest
But your words mean more than you comprehend
Your words can lose somebody their dearest friend
Your jokes have taken another young life away
Now the day is bleak and a cruel shade of grey
Know that to obtain your one little power trip
Your victim will feel as if they are being whipped
So the next time you feel the urge to tease or play
Be sure to always remember what happened this day
Your torment stole a family member and friend
And for the family, there will seem to be no end
Stop the bullying before another young life is stolen from us
Veterans are in my Heart and SoulVeterans – they are in my heart and soulVeterans are in my Heart and Soul in Free Verse More Like This
Whether they listen to rap or rock and roll
Veterans, they are all the same at heart
Even my mama and daddy played their part
Strong at heart, bold in nature, but still kind
Fighting until their last words are signed
Losing their limbs, their friends, their life
All to bring an end to this horrible strife
These Veterans I do so love for what they do
For freedom, there is nothing they won't go through
They will fight until they are finally called home
Be that home with their family or the twilight zone
And so I get rather riled up when they aren't respected
Do you know how much we'd be affected –
If these brave men and women were not there?
They fight for your right to put on the clothes you wear
So, do them a favor, and show respect
Even if they are not perfect
They risked everything for you
Because hell is what they went through
Veterans – they are in my heart and soul
So the next time you take a little stroll
And you see an old veteran
You've Changed...People they lie and cheat and change and hurtYou've Changed... in Free Verse More Like This
All so many do is treat others like a pile of dirt
They can be friends one day and change the next
Looking only for money, drugs or even just sex
That seems to be the way of the world now
Something that has become acceptable to allow
But it is a sad truth that many will not admit
Through this time of hatred, it seems so few make it
We used to be so very close, you and I were
But I'm afraid that you've begun to change good sir
I no longer recognize the person you have become
What is left of who you were? Fore I see not a crumb
The hurt you cause us, I know you cannot see
And I know that you will probably disagree
But the evidence is just too clear
You've changed to much, my friend, my dear
Maybe one day we'll see the person you were
And maybe then things can go back to the way they were before
Something to Live ForAn angel filled with dreadSomething to Live For in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Her beating heart has bled
Tears fill her loving eyes
And yet she refuses to cry
An angel with a golden heart
Her pain impossible to tell apart
Wrists drip with crimson blood
Staining skin soft as a flower bud
She looks across the night sky
Wanting nothing but to fly
Invisible wings eager to break free
Her heart screams like a banshee
But her thoughts linger on her family
Her friends and family who she might never again see
They love her more than she might ever comprehend
Love that will forever and for always transcend
The blade drops and tears begin to fall
The sadness begins to wash away, sadness from it all
And she looks up to see the bright new day
And from the sun falls a pure ray
The ray of hope, of life and love
Beautiful as the stars and pure as a dove
There is always something to live for, somewhere
And there is never a second to spare
Why I cryI like to cry myself to sleep at night.Why I cry in Free Verse More Like This
I cry for my cat who was run over.
I cry for my father who left me.
I cry for the friends I have lost.
And I cry for the bullies who push me in the halls.
I cry for me, myself, and I.
I cry for the body that I don't have.
And I cry because I'm not happy.
I cry for my broken family.
I cry for lost love.
And I cry for the unwanted.
I cry for the people death has taken from me.
Every night my pillow soaks,
gathering the tears that I shed.
By morning they are gone
and no one knows I cried myself to sleep.
Wake up loveHush now,Wake up love in Free Verse More Like This
I'm sorry the dream must end.
It's time to wake up
and face the world.
Reality is harsh,
the people are cold,
that's how it is
and you must wake up.
For you have been asleep long enough.
Time to wake love,
and be with your people
they wait for you
and have never given up.
You can't let them down.
The alarm's going off,
and reality is waiting.
You are only human
and cannot do much
but everyone is important
and life is waiting just for you.
Can you hear their cries?
And the bellows of pain?
You can stop them
but only if you wake up.
It's time to wake up love,
and face the world.
They cry for your return
and you can't let them down.
Victim of a John DoeDo you want to hear the storyVictim of a John Doe in Free Verse More Like This
of how I died?
I promise it won't be boring
so if you would
just take a seat, have a drink
Past memories reach,
I met the most amazing man
who spun words of silver and gold
with a tongue more fine than silk.
He told me he could do no wrong
and I, young and foolish, believed him.
And when we went home,
his eyes shining with new excitement,
things were perfect.
Then it shattered.
Nothing more intense
than feeling my own blood
trickle down my body.
stares traveling down
blood spattered knife
a gaping wound
cries of shock
gleaming white smile
solid drops of blood
and fading light.
I knew him for one night
he disappeared the next.
To this day I am simply known
as the victim of a John Doe.
MistakesIf every mistake I ever madeMistakes in Free Verse More Like This
was a scar on my body
there would be no pure skin.
Every inch would host a jagged line
where my so called 'selfish pride'
managed to get the better of me.
Idiot mistakes of my youth,
and moronic declarations
of what I thought was insignificant.
Mistakes, errors of judgment,
a complete lapse in sense,
that litter my skin with memories of pain.
For a moment
I thought I was important
not someone to be overlooked.
My selfish pride betwixt me
for everything was little
compared to the pride I raised.
A fall to Earth
waking on concrete
no one besides me.
My mistakes are scars
littering my skin
tainting once pure flesh.
Blunders of thoughts,
guilt as endless as the sky,
never ending weight of it.
are meant to be just that
Though they haunt my thoughts everyday
I can't help but hope that one day
they will be scars instead of thoughts
so everyone else will know
they thoughts that haunt me everyday.
Paper ButterfliesA cut, a tear, a fold,Paper Butterflies in Free Verse More Like This
slice of color and a cut or two,
and another paper butterfly is born.
IV drips in the hand
keeping everything in place
while the cuts and tears and folds
keeps going on.
One thousand, six hundred and sixty six.
That's the number
she was told to make.
One thousand, six hundred and sixty six.
Until she can get a wish.
A nice nurse had told her so,
and shown her how to make them
but she had only made thirty out of the
one thousand, six hundred and sixty six
It seemed like such an impossible number
that one thousand six hundred and sixty six
but our patient needed that wish
just like everyone else,
in that hospital that our patient was at.
Her wish though
was not what someone expects
from our patient who will not last much longer.
is for her family to be happy when she's gone
and that they won't miss her to much
and that they will find someone else
after she has gone.
isn't to stay
and to get better
because she knows
that it won'
DystopiaDirty water,Dystopia in Free Verse More Like This
and broken seams.
Cries in the night
as life becomes a fight
there's just no more light.
Men are trying,
women are running
children are crying
people are dying.
Let's go, he whispered.
I-It's dangerous, she stuttered.
But we can't just stay, they uttered.
Chaos roams the streets
and blood's on the ground like treats.
Dystopia never ends
as society bends.
Life shall be dystopia
and never a utopia.
This is a poemThis is a poem.This is a poem in Free Verse More Like This
It's full of lines,
and goes with a meter,
rhyming of words of course
and contains more than you think.
So much thought
is going into this poem
to many words
and so many emotions
that it's almost hard
for the poet
to capture it in a few words.
This poem has a deep meaning
that you will feel is just out of your grip
and it shall be misheard and misread in its time.
For now though,
this is just a poem
that is full of rhythm
and words too big to pronounce.
This is a poem,
full of words
This poem is just words on a paper
that are meant to make you think.
Can you feel the love,
or the hate, or even the fear,
in this poem?
This is a poem,
with a simple repeating line
that is just meant
to make you think.
AtticI went through the attic todayAttic in Free Verse More Like This
just to see the memories that lie.
Inside a box there was nothing
but cobwebs and fickle dust.
Yet in a corner of the room
there is the most beautiful memory,
photo albums of love
and presents from trips long ago.
I do not have to read the letters of love
for their words have long since been memorized.
A little stuffed lion
won at the circus,
shall sit in my lap
and remember along with me.
Never stitched in love this lion was,
but love was what it was meant to feel.
So as I sit and look,
from albums of old,
and presents from trips,
and letters of love,
and my lion in my lap,
I cry happy tears
at the memories that have passed.
'Darling, come downstairs!'
I can almost hear your voice shout below.
'Dear! You are never going to believe
the memories that I just unearthed.
Let's look together, and relive the old
and maybe then my tears for memories past
can become tears for something new.'
I'm a PoetI'm a poet.I'm a Poet in Free Verse More Like This
And because I'm a poet,
I have the pride of a poet,
and the background of an artist.
Yes as a poet.
I am overlooked in the group
for the work that is drawn,
and the art that is colored by the painters
I am a writer
and though my words hold power
they are seen as nothing more than words
and never get brought to their original intent
I am a writer
whose every move is watched
whose art is critiqued harsher than others
who's still unknown as an artist
I am an author,
who wears my heart on my sleeve
who leaves everything bare to judgment
who never asks for more than is due
I am an artist,
but I don't always get treated as such
Death Takes Two SugarsDeath knocked on the doorDeath Takes Two Sugars in Free Verse More Like This
came inside without invitation
poured herself some tea
and asked for a story.
He laughed at all the right parts,
cried when I cried,
asked for more than she received
It cried with me and laughed with me
sipping their tea and listening
she wondered what I didn’t do
then told me how idiotic I was.
He told me about the children
I could have had but didn’t
and the falls that lifted me up
with the loss of others.
The story of how I almost killed a girl
when she ran into the street
scared her to run into the arms of her father
and never ran into the street again.
The tale of the man who was meant for me
yet still didn’t want me
and that was not my fault but his
for his life went on a different path.
Death pushed in his chair and declared,
‘It’s time for you to go’
despite my tea’s warmth
and my story was not quite finished.
‘I’m not ready to go’
I bellowed and threw my cup
Distant Memories Of A Love Done Gone .They say it's difficult to love someoneDistant Memories Of A Love Done Gone . in Free Verse More Like This
When you can't even love yourself.
But I loved you nonetheless,
The problem was I didn't know when to stop.
You kept sending me mixed signs
Making me dizzy until I
Much less right
When our world started crumbling down and
T e a r i n g at the seams
It was so easy for you to let it fall apart.
But I, knowing no other kind of love,
desperately clung to the remaining bits,
Trying to put them back together.
Yet the pieces changed too much, too quickly,
They kept growing and
growing a p a r t,
until your world was only yours
and mine a hollow echo of its past.
Looking back now, it seems like it
All happened in a different life,
With some other you, some other me,
And the lips kissing my own were just a dream.
She always fell for boys who needed saving.She always fell for boys who needed saving.She always fell for boys who needed saving. in Free Verse More Like This
Giving them kisses in the dark
to numb their headache from
drinking too much and yet
not enough to kill lust.
She was always adored by boys, who,
if given the chance, would rebuild
the world for her.
But she wanted to be the heroine
and refused to see
she needed saving, too.
A letter to past loves.Dear Boy number 1,A letter to past loves. in Free Verse More Like This
you turned my world upside down,
changed green into red and smiles to tears.
Who would've thought that
your teasing and your games would
plant a fear into my bones, so strong that
I still cannot shake it?
Dear Boy number 2,
I don't think about you anymore
but I don't think about you any less either.
Your love consumed me and
pushed me to the edge of insanity.
We were fire one second, ice the next,
battle wounds were inflicted just to get a taste of blood.
We were right in all the wrong ways, but to you,
holding another was second nature.
Dear Boy number 3,
you only ever touched me
in the dark alleys of town,
out of sight, but you were never
out of my mind.
Your kisses were new and sloppy,
and your hands left bruises
on my chilled skin.
My friends said you were bad for me, but
I fell in love with your eyes of coal.
Dear Boy number 4,
you are just great. And that's the thing.
You are everything I could wish for, but
I want someone to
Between You and Me.I never believed you,Between You and Me. in Free Verse More Like This
I only wanted to.
Lying back to back
I was counting your breaths
to make sure your lack of
didn't leave you
Like a ghost
the fading memories of your touch
what I was trying to forget.
Oh, why did I give it up to you?
I know it's my fault.
My expectations were greater than
what you were willing to offer,
and I got scared.
I tried shutting you out,
to gather myself together
behind a shield of apathy,
but only ended up in
Your kiss never tasted as
as the last time
I made love to you...
empty promises.I'm so sick of your promises,empty promises. in Free Verse More Like This
for they are as empty as a starless sky.
Then again, a starless sky at least has depth
you are fucking shallow.
You told me you care
you show that you don't.
And I take it.
Because the girl you've been kissing -
she's long gone.
Just know this -
if you don't keep promises
neither will I.
0.01%commitment is a dirty word0.01% in Free Verse More Like This
that they carved into our minds
to make us feel like we're
not good enough.
here's a bar of soap to make you
clean that dirty, dirty mouth.
better yet, have another
for your brain.
let the bubbles overflow your bloodstream,
give you a certain high so you're detached.
wash his name out of your thoughts,
repeat, repeat, repeat.
Careful now, don't want you spilling blood
for someone who has only ever taught you
that finding happiness in someone else
is the most suicidal thing you could ever do.
[ but they say that no matter how much you clean,
0.01% of bacteria always remain.
you've given me a cold and my nose is so runny
I'm close to blowing my brains out. ]
past path - present painheartache tastes like a storm in summer.past path - present pain in Emotional More Like This
it comes suddenly, soaking you to the bone to wash the same old yesterdays out of your bloodstream and leaves you feeling cold for longer than you can handle without making you sick.
time has played with my memories.
life twisted and turned until you faded out of it, like a moon that once ruled the sky hid behind the clouds. yet sometimes it gets curious and peeks from behind them, blinding me instantly.
a dull ache weighs down my chest.
it makes it hard to breathe when I realize that once the girl holding your hand was me. I was the one whose eyes you adored, whose lyrics you tried to decode, whose lips you bit in frustration. I was the one who made you cry, because you looked beautiful with tearstained cheeks and trembling hands holding me by the neck.
she can make you smile, but darling I made you laugh and scream at the same time, I made you break things to put them back together and in the morning I kissed you goodnight.
Master of knots .When you came aroundMaster of knots . in Free Verse More Like This
I pinned my heart to my sleeve
but it hurt and could not beat at all.
So I tied it with a rope,
but nobody ever told me
you were good with knots.
I play with Words like you play with Hearts .you are a brittle little thing butI play with Words like you play with Hearts . in Free Verse More Like This
your bite makes me restl-ess--
ays could be written about your
eyes, shimmering in the star-light--
headed is what you make me--
ddling into my heartst[r]ings until I am
in need of med-icine--
ss melting away at your heated t-ouch!
and yes, I want you inside me
and all around me
and never leaving my si[ght]de--
votion and affection surging th--
rough our beings playing, moving as
you're a slippery ro-ad--
diction hard to sha--
ke-en-edged and dange-rous--
ing my heart to bea-ting--
ling in my skin--
ned knees when f
Reality Verses The DreamReality Verses The Dream.Reality Verses The Dream in Free Verse More Like This
Above the confines of the earths atmosphere.
I am embraced by the luminous clouds.
With the stars in reaching distance.
Surrounded by the acoustics of the sea.
Accompanied by the alluring scents of nature.
Observing the planets that stand like monuments.
This is the place where my body wants to be.
These are the sights my eyes want to see.
This is place where my mind can be free.
This is the only place where I can truly be me.
Now back to reality.
And the self perpetuating insanity.
Constricted by the codes of a conscripted morality.
Living in a world that is drenched in disparity.
How will I ever be able to see any sort of clarity.
Below the discoloured and tarnished ceiling.
I am held captive by my dishevelled duvet.
With only material possessions at my grasp.
Surrounded by a hybrid of silence and vulgarity.
Accompanied by the foul scents of decay and pollution.
Observing a society that stand and act like naïve slaves.
This is the
Purpose.Purpose.Purpose. in Free Verse More Like This
What would a story be?
If there was no one there to read it.
What would dreams be?
If there was no one there to conceive it.
What would a picture be?
If there was no one there to see it.
What would a secret be?
If there was no one there to keep it.
What would love be?
If there was no one there to feel it.
What would a song be?
If there was no one there to sing it.
What would the truth be?
If there was no one there to admit it.
What would advice be?
If there was no one there to give it.
What would life be?
If there was no one there to live it.
Unconscious Epiphany.Unconscious Epiphany.Unconscious Epiphany. in Free Verse More Like This
I thrive and depend on your compliments
And it is only then as a direct consequence,
Am I truly able to write with confidence.
Even though your words are only temporary.
I deem your contribution as utterly necessary,
In order to refresh my wavering, selective memory.
My own validation depends on your approval.
Whether it is congratulatory or discouragingly brutal.
Your input is the one thing that is most crucial.
Can I call myself a writer if I don't believe in myself?
When I constantly seek approval from everyone else?
How can I then expect to make any sort of wealth?
Of a craft and skill I still think anyone is able to produce.
Is there any point in me putting my apparent talent to use?
When I limit and submit myself into a negative recluse.
I was told I must have self belief in order to achieve,
The dream that I am so desperately trying to receive.
The body can only accomplish what the mind believes.
I know I must rid myself from any form of self doubt.
Home AloneHome Alone.Home Alone in Free Verse More Like This
Everything becomes so much more dark and sinister whenever you are alone.
You're constantly on guard and overcautious just to answer your mobile phone.
Any slight disturbance or eerie creak and you begin to panic.
Retreating back into your secure settee conjuring up the most dramatic
Scenarios that have virtually no possibility of ever occurring.
But that never seems to stop the cogs from continuously turning.
You fasten all the windows and arm yourself with kitchen based artillery.
And man your position surveying the living room as if you were a member of the military.
Increasing the volume on your television set to distract and block out the noises.
The local neighbors walk past your window but you class them as unfamiliar voices.
You can't help but be on edge until you have some sort of company.
But these common trains of thoughts are expected and customary.
I thought the same until I heard this one story about a girl called Anne.
She was in a similar situation; she was
ObsoleteObsolete.Obsolete in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Everyone is too wrapped in their own lives to even care about yours.
But what they fail to remember is that this earth is only the first of many floors.
Tears cascade, smiles appear and fade while the universe continues to ignore,
As they impatiently knock and wait outside life's man made divisible door.
So when they become to self involved in the successes of their own cause.
ArtArt.Art in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
The world is your canvas.
Society is your paint brush.
The people are your choice of colours.
What kind of picture would you paint?
How would it differ from the image that is currently on show?
Would you go mad and rid yourself from all forms of restraint?
Just how far down the rabbit hole are you willing to go?
I ask because every portrait I create,
Is inspired by what is already in front of me.
So is it possible to even recreate,
Anything that the mind is not able to see.
The picture will always be the same
Because this life is all we know.
Where there is compassion there must be pain
Because it us who made it so.
PerfectionPerfection.Perfection in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
She lodges her fingers down her throat.
Clasping onto the wall as she recklessly chokes.
She reinserts her fingers back in forcibly.
Deliriously trying to make her body thinner.
She swoons and slumps to the floor nauseously
As she attempts to regurgitate her dinner.
Her throat aches as she screeches out coarsely,
With her hand covering the image in the mirror.
Her head now rests on the on the rim of the toilet seat.
She wants to eat but she just has not got in her.
She desperately begins to scream out inaudibly.
Her mouth now tastes of something pulpy and bitter.
She examines the red color of the fluid cautiously.
Realizing that she has become too focused on her figure.
Her friend then knocks on the door thoughtfully.
She shouts out, "I'm okay I don't need a baby sitter."
Her friend continues to knock and waits outside awkwardly
Replying, "You promised me, you said that you are not a quitter"
The tap begins to run as she disguises her cough distortedly.
She knows her friend
SilenceSilence.Silence in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A language that everyone speaks.
But one that we are not able to hear.
A place where emotions and abandonment meet.
Of which we are forced to confront our buried fears.
There are no more lessons that the agents of society can teach.
An infinite amount of words expressed through a solitary tear.
People dish out advice but never practise what they preach.
A language with the same traits as a hopeful prayer.
A society where people judge others, as they sit back in their self proclaimed seats.
They can no longer understand you and they aware of the darkness that draws near.
Many lives led but we are all accompanied by the same drumbeat
Maybe you don't want to be heard but people will forcefully lend an ear.
Lips fused together, unint
Breaking NewsBreaking News.Breaking News in Free Verse More Like This
That's somebody's mother.
Who was beaten and raped by another
Individual who couldn't control their seedy sexual desires.
Just because you can't smell the stench of burning skin.
Doesn't mean this world isn't intrinsically on fire.
That's somebody's daughter.
Who was kidnapped, molested and tortured.
By another who couldn't control their dishevelled cravings.
Super heros do not exist in this reality.
Does that mean this world is not worth saving?
That's somebody's father.
Who was shot by another individual who would rather
Resort to violence to settle a trivial dispute.
The things humans can do to each other.
No one can deny this world is not filled with ill repute.
That's somebody's son.
Who was a victim of a hit and run
Situation that should never had occurred.
His family are now seeking solace from a church.
But can anyone really say that in the end
We all get what we deserve?
Reflected InspectionReflected InspectionReflected Inspection in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Here I am again examining my disfigured figure in the mirror.
Fondling my fat wishing I could trim it down with a pair of scissors.
Relentlessly poking, prodding and picking at my face.
Leaving behind nothing but a black, coarse and scabby trace.
Furiously patting down my cheeks begging them to be smaller.
Standing on the edge of my toes willfully imagining that I am taller.
Folding my ears inwards commanding them to decrease in size.
Hysterically trying to find the beauty they said existed in my eyes.
Scrutinizing my nose using my hands to mould it into my desired shape.
Impatiently withdrawing my stomach to wonder how I would look if I lost some weight.
Slapping my overlapping thighs repeatedly, persuading them to become firmer.
Grasping the pair of scissors at my throat with the intent of committing my own murder.
Thinking to myself how can anyone ever find me remotely attractive?
And how can I ever expect myself to be regularly sexually active.
With me looking