I Guess I'm Just Confused"I need to get out, baby."I Guess I'm Just Confused in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"What do you mean?"
"I don't know. Just...out."
"Well...okay. So...where d'you want to go?"
"No. No no. You don't understand me."
"I don't want to go anywhere. I just want...out. Does that make sense?"
"I just...I don't know. I guess I need something."
"You need something? What?"
"I don't know. Just...something. Something...different. Bigger. Shinier."
"Yeah. This must sound crazy."
"You look funny. Your eyes are all squished up. What's wrong?"
"I...just... It's nothing."
"It's not nothing. What is it?"
"Tell me. Please?"
"How could you need...how could you want anything else when..."
Hope is a Feathered ThingHope.Hope is a Feathered Thing in Free Verse More Like This
It's that niggling
of my stomach
that demands I keep holding on with both hands
long after reality
has woken me up
and shown me
that I was never worthy
of such a
May 2010 Haikuthonday twentyMay 2010 Haikuthon in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
outside, the rain falls
in silent screams, aching love.
won't you catch me, too?
i love you dearly,
but sometimes, your eyes cry loss.
i want them to clear.
please, my heart-string love,
let me breathe your pains away.
love me like winter...
and if they ask you,
promise the stars to my grin
and never let go.
are drowned in the flames of you.
you keep me grounded.
grounded with you here,
my day is eclipsed with stars.
please, take me soaring?
your touch keeps me safe.
breathing you in, i wonder...
will you really stay?
can you hear me, babe?
i'm fighting the darkness. will
you show me the way?
flames embrace ice here,
where floating feels more like loss.
only you save me.
the sunrise, fiery,
reminds me of love and you,
but everything fades.
can you sense it, now,
the echoes of past lives? you
and i matter most.
loving you, i ask
They Don't have to AnymoreNobody has to tell you that crimson lipstick makes you look cheap and champagne makes you dizzy and the man clinging to your arm has been leeching the heart out of you for months. Nobody feels obligated to tell you about all his one-night stands or the girlfriends he keeps on the side like potatoes or the fact that you haven't gotten a decent hour's sleep since he came home with liquor on his clothes and anger in his eyes. Nobody should have to tell you that you deserve better than his Ineedyoutoposeforme demands and his pleaseforgivemeImsorry sobs and his constant stream of half-assed Iloveyousomuch promises. Nobody should have to tell you to run away, run while you can...but they do.They Don't have to Anymore in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Tell me something, honey. Does he linger for kisses in the mornings or wake you at midnight to ask you what you're thinking or send you flowers when he isn't feeling guilty about the lipstick smeared across his collars? Does he make you toast
Prancing StallionsHeads tilted, we watch.Prancing Stallions in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Stallions prance, star-tangled manes
shooting green fire.
Aquarius-ScuttlinglikeScarabsOcean-floor eyesAquarius-ScuttlinglikeScarabs in Free Verse More Like This
like beach sand on sweaty backs,
pebbles caught on flushed,
scuttle like scarabs
beneath my probing fingers
and I might have fallen
for that washed-out
can't-breathe-beneath-the-weight-of-the-sea act before,
but I think it's your name
that keeps me dreaming now.
Like the star-sign,
you reel me in under false pretenses,
I shouldn't have taken you home so soon.
You tell me
you've never been so sure of anything
but when you grin,
you look like a Taurus,
and that sky you've been drenching me with?
It's just a dangerous lie.
June 2011 Haikuthon31. Sunset reflectingJune 2011 Haikuthon in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
across calm waves. Dark storm clouds
over head. Brooding.
30. High heels on hardwood.
Click-clack. Click-clack. Broken hearts
going up in flames.
29. She calls 911,
panicked and crying. Problem?
No chicken nuggets.
28. Lost in the sheets, we
spread love like rib-bones, breathing,
soft, for each other.
27. Bitten red apple.
Far worms peek from the core. Bruised
skin hides rotting seeds.
26. Wild stallions
dance across idle plains. Tan
manes. Dust in the wind.
25. Bikini-clad girl:
has faded away.
hippies with dreadlocks and girls
23. Dear boy: your doe eyes
are striking, large and wild
under your antlers.
22. Memories of you slither,
waspish, through these empty rooms.
21. Cape in the wind, hand
how to wish beautifullyrelax.how to wish beautifully in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
remember that all wishes go unheard except by the heart. remember that it doesn't matter if you feel foolish because you're talking to yourself. your veins have put up with worse than beating his name millions of times and anyway, you blame your heart for falling in the first place.
take a breath.
clear your head of babbling nonsense and everything that isn't wishing-material. clear your thoughts of those pesky whispers trailing along the i'm doubting myself aisle because you have to have working lungs to make a wish on candles and you figure wishing on stars works just the same. who's to say that when you huff at them, they don't blow out? check back in seven years to see if they do.
keep your wish in mind.
hold your fingers out in order of wish-rank, one being not important at all and five being i'll die if it's not granted. sometimes, it he
My August ObsessionThere were twelve heartbeatsMy August Obsession in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
between August's setting sun
and our gentle kiss
and I swear I've never seen
a blush fall quite like yours did.
i quit making wishes for you"charlie?"i quit making wishes for you in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"do you ever make wishes like a normal girl?"
"what do you mean?"
"i mean...do you ever fling your wishes to the stars, stop the clock on repeated numbers, pluck your eyelashes out with numb fingers...that sort of thing?"
"you think it's normal to be so obsessed with happy endings that scientists had to create an eyelash-growing formula for the world's love-struck teenage girls?"
"well...maybe. don't you?"
"no. i think the world forgot the point of making wishes years ago."
"oh. so what is the point?"
"it's knowing you're bound to be disappointed, because wishes go unheard and saying them out loud always causes problems. wishes are for the hopeless who need daily reminders of why they became hopeless in the first place."
"that's really depressing, you know that?"
"yes. and you want to know something?"
"i don't know...do i?"
"i stopped making wishes when i made kissing you a habit. your lips always taste
To Whom It May ConcernTo Whom It May Concern,To Whom It May Concern in Letters More Like This
All good letters start this way. Even when you know who the addressee is.
You're currently listening to Bon Iver and sipping some Moscato wine (your new favorite). At this point in time, the day before the spring semester begins, you're incredibly nervous about what is to come; I'm sure you remember the pre-class jitters well.
What the future holds constantly runs through your head; it's one of the many things that keep you awake at night. You did not develop insomnia because you love the nighttime so much (although that's true); you developed insomnia because you let far too many things worry you. Silly little things that always fix themselves with time. I'm sure you've already learned how to deal with these silly little worries. As of right now, you're still learning. Slowly, but surely.
You have such romantic notions about what's to come while remaining entirely cynical about where you'll end up at the same time. Sometimes, this whole duel personality things
Let It BeOh, darling,Let It Be in Free Verse More Like This
let me hold you tonight.
Just close your eyes
in the morning it will all be all right.
I know it seems like the world is being ripped apart
at the seams
things aren't as bad as they seem
(sometimes it has to get bad before it gets better)
In Between Perpetual SilenceNight fallsIn Between Perpetual Silence in Free Verse More Like This
and we dictate Newton's laws of motion
with our hips
humming words of praise
at the back of our throats.
Let's go back to the beginning
to a time when the collision of
skin on skin between us
didn't burn our fingertips--
to a time where it didn't hurt
to whisper your name
in the moments after the breakdown.
Let's count down
the moments in between
and backwards motion;
the moments where we allow
tiny snippets of the truth to flow out
of clenched hands and hearts.
I have become the moon to your sun
rising as you fall
at constant opposition to the way
you live your life--
but we are one,
operating as a single being
unable to separate for fear of
snapping these heartstrings off
and bleeding to death.
Let's remember the time
when we didn't feel like this was an obligation.
I used to love you
and I can't for the life of me remember when that changed.
Everything We Could Never Besoft kisses and timid eyesEverything We Could Never Be in Free Verse More Like This
you set my heart on fire
with your selflessness and admiration.
I long to kiss your lips evertime
you're away and pull you close each time
you're everything I could want and more.
but you exist only in my dreams.
Your KissYour kiss goes deeper than my skinYour Kiss in Free Verse More Like This
past bone and muscle
twisting around marrow
and each vital organ
swimming up and down my bloodstream
but slowly enough to make me lust for even more
yearning for another touch.
Your kiss teases the base of my spine
promising all that is to come
caressing my collarbone
and the flesh of my lips.
Your kiss whispers softly into
the shell of my ear
the things you'll do to deliver
me to ecstasy.
This is what I imagine lust tastes like:
fire and a million colors
burning the tip of my tongue.
Crash and BurnWe lay in the middle ofCrash and Burn in Free Verse More Like This
time and space
eternally watching the
universe change before our eyes.
creating black holes powerful enough to
suck in entire galaxies
and humans scurry
trying so desperately to
find the meaning of life.
We are an infinite paradox--
existing but not existing.
Our limbs wind around
suns and moons
and our love gives birth to meteors
so powerful they crash and burn.
We peer into the secrets of heaven
and tip-toe the line to Hell,
unsure where we belong because our very breath
is more powerful than any god could be.
We are yin and yang
the balance so many long to acquire.
We are ageless
and beyond any strain of mortality.
We gaze into the darkness
of the unknown
and see answers where
humans only see questions.
We are what everyone wishes to be
but yet so lonely
of spinning around the speed of light
of waiting for a chance to fade away
but never receiving one
(fade away with me)
When we finally be able to stop?
How To Read Your Heartlook at what your mind reflects upon,How To Read Your Heart in Free Verse More Like This
what it aches to always remember;
next, look at what it so diligently chooses to forget.
PioneersWe are all copiesPioneers in Free Verse More Like This
imitations of lives already lived
loves already lost
fears already conquered or succumbed.
We are nothing original.
Painters paint the same portrait,
merely in different colours and form;
poets use the same words,
merely arranging them in different ways,
seemingly special on their tongue.
Nothing is new
there is no territory to emerge on
or not felt
by all the humans who live(d).
But we try.
We spin beautiful words together in a line
and paint until our fingers bleed,
searching for something more
searching for that-which-has-not-been before;
that's what makes humans so very extraordinary.
We use our imitations to make sense of the world around us.
We will always be pioneers
yearning to find that spark
and change the world again.
The Very Thought Of YouWe are cold. The space between us seems to hold galaxies and black holes, though it's far less beautiful than anything in space. It holds a countless amount of bitterness and despair. It holds memories that are burning at the edges like paper. It holds every good feeling we've ever experienced together and works at turning them to regret and wasted dreams.The Very Thought Of You in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I hate that we've become everything we said we would never be. I hate that there's more yelling than love. I hate that sometimes I can't even stand to look at you, because I know how much you love watching me drown under the weight of the world.
Sometimes, if I close my eyes, I can hear our laughter, how in love we used to sound. I can see us dancing, the dress I wore the first night I met you kissing my calves, Nat King Cole playing in the distance. I can see your smile, the one I fell in love with instantly. I can hear you singing quietly, your lips by my ear, your fingers playing piano on my spine.
Where did we go? Our destruction
We Spent the Day in BedWe spent the day the world ended in bedWe Spent the Day in Bed in Free Verse More Like This
ignoring the blood
the destruction right outside of our windowpane--
it couldn't touch us.
We'd seen this coming for a long time now,
haven't we, darling?
The signs pressed into the footprints
of martyrs all over the world,
clues tacked onto every person killed
in the name of some god
or some war that stood for nothing
their red-stained innocence
the first sign that humanity was in a freefall
to its own end.
The sun rose in the east as it always does
and the guns awakened with it.
You held me and
I held you and
we reconnected our bodies,
finding comfort in the familiar crevices
of each other's skin,
speaking in nothing louder than a whisper.
We made up stories of a world without guns
without hate and prejudice
on the shadows of the wall
as fire blazed
as the war raged on
outside of our windowpane.
Our Love.I never knew life could be so perfect,Our Love. in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You love me and you swear you always will,
Youre by my side nearly all day long,
Its amazing you love me still.
I love the way you hold me,
To see you smile really makes my day,
You whisper the most beautiful things,
I never knew life could be this way.
We show each other every day,
How very much we care,
We are so special to each other,
Our love truly is beyond compare.
I will always be there for you,
Just as you will for me,
After everything, youve pulled me through,
Shown how wonderful life can be!
You are mine and you are happy,
You are my dream come true,
Youre everything I ever wanted,
All I need is you.
Your Eyes.When I look into your eyes,Your Eyes. in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That clear haze of greeny-blue,
I see myself as wanted,
The me I never knew;
The me that is herself,
Nothing less and nothing more,
The me reflected in your eyes
That see right to my core.
They see the me that no one knows,
The me I always hide.
But your eyes see through these walls,
To the real me, deep inside.
I did once try to conceal myself
From your eyes that see so true.
No matter how hard I tried,
Your eyes, they saw right through.
Yet in your eyes, Im perfect,
Im all you want and need.
You say these things, look with those eyes:
You make me feel complete.
Seeing to my inner soul,
Seeing to my heart,
Your eyes gaze embraces mine
As you swear well never part.
When you look at me with those eyes
Im not embarrassed or ashamed,
I remember once, you looked at me
And I knew Id never be the same.
Now when you capture me with your eyes,
Those eyes of greeny-blue,
Your eyes are the only eyes that see
The way that I love you.
I'm YoursWhen you hold me close,I'm Yours in Free Verse More Like This
Kiss my tears,
And whisper in my ear,
When you tilt your head down,
Look up at me,
And smile cheekily,
When your thumb strokes my hand,
Our fingers intertwine,
And I feel your warmth,
When your breathe caresses me,
You speak softly,
And I feel your heart,
When I sleep in your arms,
My head on your chest,
And you hold me tight,
When I feel your lips against mine,
I taste your tongue,
And we smile,
When you fuss over me,
You take care of me,
And make me feel so loved,
Come Right Out And Say ItI was lying there on my bed when Adam came round to mine (we had been texting and he knew I was ill). Within twenty minutes he had cycled round and was lying next to me.Come Right Out And Say It in Free Verse More Like This
Thanks for coming over, I said, really made me happy.
Good, he smiled, its what I live to do these days.
I tilted my face up to look into his eyes.
Im so lucky! I couldnt wish for a better best friend than you!
He smiled and grasped my hand. My heart skipped a beat.
Back atcha. How are you feeling?
Better. I said, then hesitated, Adam?
Our friendship is the most important thing in the world to me; you know that, dont you?
Yeah, same. You know how much you mean to me.
....And Id do anything to make sure it lasts forever....
Yeah, so would I, of course I would.
Id never let anything come between us..
One day, they'll make it..Sometimes I get so lonelyOne day, they'll make it.. in Free Verse More Like This
Without you there to hold my hand.
Sometimes I feel so helpless
Without you to understand.
Sometimes I feel so cold,
Without you there to hold me in your arms.
Sometimes I feel so empty
Without you protecting me from harm.
Sometimes I miss you so much
But I know that one day, life will change,
Become so perfect.
And all this loneliness, all this pain,
One day, will all be worth it.
Ill keep you safe and close within my heart
Until that very day,
When we will be together, eternally,
And our troubles will fly away.
Because, one day, well build a life together,
Full of smiles, laughter and sharing,
Well hold each other for hours and hours,
Fulfil our destiny of caring.
This love we share is stronger
Than anything weve ever known,
And so, this one day, sometime soon,
Well build our happy home.
With You.As I lie there next to you,With You. in Free Verse More Like This
And think of the things well do,
When were older
As you hold me in your embrace
And we talk of the dreams well chase,
How perfect it will be
As you gaze into my eyes
And tell me how you will surprise
Me and be sweet.
As you hold on to my hand
And let me understand
How your heart is mine
As our lips meet
And you make me feel complete
Ill never let you go.
I'll be better.Ill learn to think before I say,I'll be better. in Free Verse More Like This
Ill learn not just to walk away,
Ill learn to do it more each day.
Ill be better, I promise.
Ill be there to warm you when youre cold,
Your shoulder to cry on, your hand to hold,
Ill help you let your dreams unfold.
Ill be there, I promise.
Ill strive to listen and understand more,
To help the people I care for,
To live for the one I adore.
Ill be a friend, I promise.
I will fulfil my life aim,
To make you happy, take the blame,
To make your life free from pain.
For you, Ill do it, I promise.
Ill make you laugh, Ill make you glad,
Wipe your tears away when youre sad,
Ill be the best friend you ever had.
Ill make you happy, I promise.
Ill be the answer to your prayers,
Ill share your worries, share your cares,
Our love will stay beyond compare.
Ill be your miracle, I promise.
Ill stand my ground, Ill keep my nerve,
Protect us from
The Girl Who Dreamt RealityRushing to bed every night,The Girl Who Dreamt Reality in Free Verse More Like This
Living only to sleep;
Forget and block her troubles out
So she can feel complete.
Her head in her pillow,
She closes her eyes,
And dreams away the world
Shes learned to despise.
Her lashes shut, she gives a sigh,
Her imagination runs wild.
Her subconscious mind was
The only place she smiled.
When she dreamed, she was happy,
Content, in a state of bliss.
She could do anything she wanted,
Learn to fly, have her first kiss.
She preferred dreams to reality,
Whos to say that reality isnt a dream?
And the wonders we experience with our eyes closed
Are just as real as they dreamily seem?
She believed her life was a nightmare,
A bad dream, cured when she slept.
Sleep was a new life, world, dimension,
Freeing her from where she wept.
Whilst awake she longed for sleep
As she wiped the tears from her eyes,
Longed for the truth of her dreams to conceal
The reality she insisted was lies.
Meanwhile, in the worlds reality,
The star of her nightmare
Have You Ever .. ?Have you ever been heartbroken?Have You Ever .. ? in Free Verse More Like This
Have you ever had the thrill of love,
Pulse through your body
The feeling of all or nothing?
Until that moment.
The gunshot through your soul.
The sickness in your stomach.
The dagger through your heart.
You fragile, willing, wasted heart
Have you ever experienced heartbreak?
The hollow space inside of you
..and the heart ache which follows?
If your answer is yes,
I am so sorry,
I know the feeling
.. only too well
Everything works out ..
The Way I Love You.The way you smile,The Way I Love You. in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The way we talk,
The way you laugh,
The way we walk.
The way you understand,
The way you hold me near,
The way we kiss,
The way you take away my fear.
The way you look at me,
The way we touch,
The way you really care,
The way we love so much.
The way you make me feel special ,
The way we always think the same,
The way you know me so well,
The way you say my name.
The way you promise,
The way we trust,
The way we have this friendship,
The way we have this lust.
The way were perfect for each other,
The way were meant to be,
The way we were made to be together,
The way that you love me.
The way you make me feel strong,
The way you set me free,
The way you love me for myself,
The way you hold the key.
The way you call me your angel,
The way we like the same things,
The way we just know this is true,
The way we talk about - ....
The way you would do anything,
The way that I would too,
The way that this will always be,
The way that I love you.
wait a minute this isn't rainI was not in the room that daywait a minute this isn't rain in Free Verse More Like This
I shot him from the hallway
Yes, and all that blood came
To my hands like rain
I talked to nothing
I cried about the little things
I don't normally leak for
I don't normally shoot people, either
But this one
Climbed too high in my head
Oh, baby don't whine
That's what you get
A piece of my sweet time
the undertakerOh, he was pale and grey-skinnedthe undertaker in Free Verse More Like This
No sleekness to his coat of human hair
Not every silver lining's there
Not every silver lining's there
And a needle he held in his one good hand
Shaking like mad
He was shaking like mad as he took my neck and he
Made me feel something
I guess I hadn't felt before
Lord and he licked my wound till it wasn't sore
somnambulistI am, in fact, a dancersomnambulist in Free Verse More Like This
I have one dress
I wear it every night to bed
And dance like hell in my dreams
But dreams, you'll see, make little sense
So be it pure coincidence
Or something on a map
I had a dream quintet, ago
My legs became quite tense
They snapped right off!
Those two long limbs
And I haven't seen them since
human piesonce there wasn't a bear that didn't eat dianahuman pies in Free Verse More Like This
its noggin wasn't phone
it gave paula herpes and genitals
paula was in the classroom baking human pies
nick wanted to find some loving
and diana ate oatmeal
takenI used to try so hardtaken in Free Verse More Like This
To get you to come under the cloak with me
To drown your better years in scotch
I tried to drag you into the earth
But the earth only wanted me
Better luck next century
shinigami songIt is difficult to be a captainshinigami song in Free Verse More Like This
With paint on my face and a broad-sword
My sunny-headed lieutenant at my side
I have work to do, you know
I've no time for you
My shihakusho covered in ribbons, now
I wonder if they're really mine
And the blonde man beside me, now
He looks as if he's been crying
Oh, what am I supposed to do?
A captain such as me
I'd rather put up his long blonde hair
Than keep anyone company
As I was meant to be alone
He was meant to be alone with me
violent wingNothing he did was alright with meviolent wing in Free Verse More Like This
It was all a slope down
It was in every way
And his hands would burn to me
As he raised his toy wine and drank
Deep into his toy mud
Ashamed as me
I was the epitome
As I looked into the mirror just to see
Him, staring back at me
His soul endeavour was to capture me
Like a net wants a butterfly
But no net
Can hold a
cri moarSwimming down to the heart of the beastcri moar in Free Verse More Like This
Does not mean you will become free
You'll be swallowed by something larger
Something like me
Pray tell, who gave you that key?
It does open a door
But you'll have to guess which door
If you can't guess which door, exactly
far away in a phoenix cageI don't want to die outfar away in a phoenix cage in Free Verse More Like This
Like you die
Am the kite
Hold me tight and let me go
In a few weeks time
I'll turn bright blue
And become your sky
Oh, what would you do without me?
To change and expand at will
Oh, what would you do to be free?
A year in the county jail and three
Years away from me
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
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
There are Things Beneath the GardenThere Are Things Beneath the Garden:There are Things Beneath the Garden in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
There are things beneath the garden,
Which you really shouldn't see.
There are things beneath the garden,
That don't belong to me.
There are things beneath the garden,
Gone rotten blue and black.
There are things beneath the garden,
In a dripping gunny sack...
There are flowers in the garden,
Which you really shouldn't pull.
There are flowers in the garden,
That sit on top of wool.
There are flowers in the garden,
With a really rotten scent.
There are flowers in the garden,
Above bodies burnt and bent...
I love this little garden,
It's a special place to me.
I love this little garden,
It's where I want to be.
I love this little garden,
Now wouldn't you like to see?
I love this little garden;
And you'll be number three...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 26th October 2012
Aren't You Ashamed Yet?Aren't You Ashamed Yet?:Aren't You Ashamed Yet? in Free Verse More Like This
Truly an object of mystique and mystery
A simple device, with a painted layer
That conceals a face of rotting worms
Oh, I'm sorry, was I supposed to overlook it?
Let me rephrase it in a more appropriate manner
You are a cowardly, pathetic, miserable, filthy
Unintelligent, soul-sucking, perfidious, bag of rotting worms
You who once held my respect, you who were once my friend
you shared in my secrets and you shared in my dreams
But in the end, it was the lies
The horrible, filthy lies that spew forth from your tainted lips...
I guess it was a simple decision
I had no need to keep up this facade
and so I decided that I too should enjoy this game
and I began to taint my lips with lies
Oh how I enjoyed your anguish and misery...
That wonderous feeling of having you squirm
and before I knew it, I found myself wearing
a mask to hide those rotting worms...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 9th
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
This is All About YouThis Is All About You:This is All About You in Free Verse More Like This
Most people giving you advice, might take a quote from a book
Most people giving you advice, have never had a real look
So from someone who's been watching, let me lay my heart bare
I want to show you all the special things, about the girl for whom I care
She always does her very best, no matter how tough the task
Even when she's struggling, she puts on a brave mask
She's always trying to learn new things, just for a chance to make you proud
She can be a little bit quiet, but I think that's better than being loud
She's not the very best in sports, I know she can be kind of a klutz
But she smiles and goes on anyway, now that takes a lot of guts...
She gets embarassed pretty easily and gets far too nervous to talk
But I know she'd like it if we held hands, whenever we went for a walk
She doesn't need a lot of pretty things, she just wants someone who cares
I bet she'd like to have someone, whom she knew would always be there
I remember when she tried to cook
Whispering to LuciferWhispering to Lucifer:Whispering to Lucifer in Free Verse More Like This
Humans are such wonderous creatures
even when granted the gift of knowledge
They fall prey to their own insecurities
slaves to their own fears and paranoia
Such is the father's gift of free will...
Yes my lord, I understand
but do you not feel disappointment?
The great bringer of light has condemned himself to an eternity of darkness
simply so his father's children may roam free
Without adversity, there can be no acension...
Ah, such a philosophical statement from you
I am well aware that humans must experience both extremes
Without tasting joy it would be impossible to understand sorrow
Yet I fear that my brothers have forgotten that, in a single minded pursuit of-
Aye, clever you are to see that
for these brothers of mine find comfort in the wondrous art of destruction
self-abuse is taken as 'fun', addiction is a personal right
Greed is good and gluttony is gold, sloth is scoffed at
and wrath is protected by the comforting
Letting Go of YouLetting Go of You:Letting Go of You in Free Verse More Like This
You abandoned me in the past
without so much as a proper goodbye
One day you simply chose to walk out the door
and you never did come back...
I was angry then, hurting badly
I wondered if I was in some way inadequate
I wondered if you left because I am so easy to despise
and eventually my sorrow turned to anger
I wanted to become great
to show you that you made the wrong choice
to take my strength and throw it in your face
just so you would regret it
But then I saw how happy you were...
In the time we've been apart
You've made a new life for yourself
You've found someone who loves and treasures you
and upon seeing that, my anger faded...
Your smile, that which I fell in love with
is more radiant now than the morning sun
a gentle blush upon your fair cheeks
takes my breath away, just as it did so long ago
Of course, I don't hold any hope for us to be friends
I don't think that it would be appropriate for me to come back
but perhaps one day, if
Wings of DespairWings of Despair:Wings of Despair in Free Verse More Like This
A momentary glance toward the birds in the sky;
Makes me feel like I am soaring; with a hope to fly.
But the chilling winds that wrap me, reflect the cold of this day
And the icy frost that batters me, chips me away...
It drains the very breath from me, as though the ice is locked within
I feel my hope is fading again; like a jar of captured wind...
Where once my will was strong and boundless; now it sits on broken wastes
I must admit this crushing despair, it feels as bad as it tastes....
From the moment that I acquired them, these were ugly tattered wings
They were made from my despair, and bound in bitter strings....
Like permanent fixtures, of sorrows and tears;
They are laced with poison, and embedded fears....
On the edge of my sanity, I hear the voices keening;
These are lives that are lost while the creature is breathing...
It's a snippet of darkness, a shard of me!
A hidden part that you will never se
She's Not Your ToyShe's Not Your Toy:She's Not Your Toy in Free Verse More Like This
Mmm, it's okay sweetie
Just stay quiet
It'll all be over soon...
Creaking springs and quiet eyes
Cold without emotion
The smell of fear is mixed with sweat
Breath like a churning ocean
The waves and tide will push and pull
as water fills the cave
The heart longs to stop itself
when there is nothing left to save
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday dear Jenna
Happy birthday to you...
A shock of pain brings her back to the present
The muscular form above her contracting in the dark
She remembers now that her limbs are pinned
but she would not move them anyway...
Happy birthday sweetheart, you're older now
You've grown up well haven't you...
A single shuddering thrust means that everything has ended
and once again a wet worm is pressed to her lips
The weight lifts from her body, leaving red marks around the wrists
limbs denied blood begin to buzz softly as the silence suffocates
She will not move from here, because i
Riddle Me ThisRemember the darkness in your heart,Riddle Me This in Free Verse More Like This
Surrounded every day.
Began to fade away.
Just think, how free the world seems now,
Though hard to hide your pain.
So lost and weary, dark and dreary,
But it seems there's more to gain.
Think of dancing in the rain,
The beauty, the freedom, release.
Cloudy skies, the time just flies,
Lay your heart down with ease.
They say it's okay to be selfish,
But lie to yourself, it's just fine.
Don't say you're no good, when you're not in the mood,
Just tell them, that you're alright.
One day you'll be fine.
Nightmares.Have you ever had a dream,Nightmares. in Concrete Poetry More Like This
That doesn't seem to fade?
The harder that you try,
The longer it stays.
Nightmares, haunting memories,
I forgot, but just for a time.
It seems that something's gone amiss,
But it helps to make a rhyme.
My goodness, I'm grateful,
For my family.
They chase things away,
When it's all I can see.
I can't close my eyes.
I see in the dark,
I watch myself die.
Over and over,
Like a record that's broken.
Won't end when I wake,
Words that lie unspoken.
I wish it could end,
I'll do anything now.
Sometimes things are fine,
But all ends badly somehow.
I've been trying to smile,
But my fears overcome me.
I want this to end,
Let me see the sun, please.
Sat Here Waiting For You.I found a corner,Sat Here Waiting For You. in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Deep in the wood.
I sat on a branch,
Because I could.
I looked at the clock,
Every moment or two.
I wondered about things,
And thought about you.
I watched the sun set,
I watched it go down.
Excitement to longing,
And smile to frown.
I sat there for hours,
I sat in the forest,
Waiting for you.
Love, Love.At a loss for words,Love, Love. in Free Verse More Like This
Tears slip past
To make it last
Forever, let us run away,
Hand in hand,
Failure.I love you.Failure. in Free Verse More Like This
I'm sure I did everything right.
I kept your secrets.
Not even my diary knew.
I showered you with gifts.
Perhaps I shouldn't have.
I trusted you with my heart.
There I went wrong.
I gave you advice.
Maybe I should've spoken louder.
I listened to you.
Perhaps I should have been more attentive.
I stayed silently watching as you fell.
But I ran to you, when you couldn't get up on your own.
I held you when you cried.
Did you ever hold me?
I really tried.
Perhaps I didn't try hard enough.
Every time the string threatened to snap, I ran to mend it, best I could.
I guess I didn't fix it well enough.
I tried. I really tried, with all my heart.
But I have failed.
Walk Away.I picked some flowers,Walk Away. in Concrete Poetry More Like This
In the setting sun.
All for you,
All for one.
I watched the clouds,
As the flowers swayed.
I didn't want to,
I waited, hour after hour,
When finally I left.
I threw away the flowers,
But for one, I kept.
A pretty shade it was,
The most beautiful of blue.
Forget-me-not, I whispered,
Hoping my love could reach you.
Day after day I waited,
And soon you came, and passed.
You looked me over like a weed,
Though I wanted to make it last.
Then finally one day, you came,
You sent me a red-petal note.
My eyes filled with tears as I stared,
At the silver-white letters you wrote.
Again I picked the flowers,
In the glow of a setting sun.
I waited and waited just for you,
After all, you weren't the one.
I turned to walk away once more,
Wasn't worth it to tell you off.
Then you came and took me by the hand,
And I told you what you forgot.
You begged and pleaded for me not to go,
But I pulled my heart from you.
And dropping the flowers, all but one,
I left, as I whisp
To The Girl In The Mirror.Your smile is so fake,To The Girl In The Mirror. in Concrete Poetry More Like This
You laugh at yourself.
Look at me each day,
Know that you need help.
You're so pathetic, dear,
You know it in your heart.
You're weak, so weak inside,
You've known this from the start.
You lie and lie away,
You shove the questions down.
You tell them you're okay,
A smile covered frown.
You're a mess inside, my darling.
You want to go away.
You want to lie and read,
Waste precious time each day.
You write on crumpled paper,
You never show your teeth.
Your eyes are filled with pain,
Deep scars that lie beneath.
Your pen is running low,
You promise that you're fine.
But still, inside you know,
Your words are just a lie.
Looking Up.I've been living in darkness,Looking Up. in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Tired and dull.
Numb and weak,
Beneath my skull.
But thanks to you,
To all of my friends,
Today and tomorrow
I'm a child again.
Letter To My Love.Hello, Love. How have you been?Letter To My Love. in Free Verse More Like This
I see what a strange situation we're in.
I know it'd be quite hard to explain,
So I think I'll just tell you along the way.
Today it's December, it's almost two years,
Now I find my relief, through unconfirmed fears.
I've wasted my time not thinking of you,
And now that you're here, I'm not sure what to do.
Your words left me speechless, and empty, and bare,
You left me to cry, all the times you weren't there.
The first time I cut, I could feel every movement,
Never thought to ask you about my improvement.
When my friend left me crying, you disappeared,
And left me alone, to fight my worst fear.
When I became addicted, you were nowhere to be found,
I desperately sought you, but you weren't around.
I made many mistakes, and I know I deserved
What happened to me, but the age was absurd.
I suppose the first love is always harder to let go,
But is it normal to always desire to know?
A long time passed, far after September,
And life went on - We spoke last in
Strangers.Hello, dear stranger. I must ask you,Strangers. in Emotional More Like This
Would you think me crazy, if I said,
I feel like I know you.
Like a far of dream, you seem.
Unreal, yet close to me.
If I were to say hello,
And ask how you fare this afternoon,
Would you think me insane?
If I were to stare,
Would you stare back,
Invisibly connected to me, somehow?
Dear stranger, I want to say hello.
I want to know you.
I want to be your friend,
I want you to know that I will always be there if you need me.
But I cannot find the courage to say;
I feel like I know you,
I love you,
A perfect stranger.
Your eyes make me want to smile,
Stop and stare a while.
If I were to say,
Would you think it a game?
I watch you play,
Throw a ball in the hoop, in the ring.
I want to know you,
I want to come closer.
I want to see you, a perfect stranger.
Do you find it strange that I stare?
I don't mean to,
But I can't help it.
Do you think of me as a stranger?
I feel like I know you.
I feel like we're
DE-23 Part I Chapter 7DE-23 Part I Chapter 7 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Coming November 1st
DE-23 Part I Chapter 2DE-23 Part I Chapter 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I couldn’t believe my luck. Of all the people on the excursion, I had to be put in a group with Casey. It wasn’t like I had anything against her or anything, but things were just awkward between us since I’d left the school. Too much had changed. Too much had happened… How was I going to get through the day without talking to her? I guess I’d just have to do what I always did. Not talk.
“Well,” Casey was the one to break the awkward silence between the teens in a group of strangers, “we better get started on that worksheet.” She held up the sheet she had taken from one of the teachers up the front to read. Her face went from showing excitement to disappointment. “We just have to find things,” she said quietly.
“What? Let me see.” A small year eight boy took the sheet from Casey, only to have it plucked from his hands by the tall year eleven with sandy blonde hair.
GlassGlassGlass in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Trust is weak
It takes time to gain, and must be handled with care
The smallest mistake can beget a break
Some can ignore the fracture or try to repair,
Others cannot see past it
If the breach is ignored, but the trust still tacit,
The fissures can be multiplied
More cracks can form, and before it is ratified,
It is impossible to see past the ruptures
It only takes one more gash, and then it rends
The trust is broken into pieces, too many to number
Too unobtainable to mend
The reflections of what once was remain
But nothing can be done to make it the same
DE-23 Part I Chapter 3DE-23 Part I Chapter 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
After arriving home, I’d decided to go for a walk to clear my head, maybe stop somewhere to do some drawing. I picked up my sketchbook and my lime green pencil case and shoved them in a bag before heading out the door.
Since I’d just moved here, I didn’t know my way around the area, so I decided I might stop at the nearest bench. I was lucky enough to find a small park that had a bench right under a tree. Perfect.
I was walking towards the bench when my foot caught on one of the tree’s roots. I went flying forward and dropped everything. My thin pencil case managed to fall in such a way that it landed over a drain and went straight through the bars. It had all of my art supplies in there! I crawled over to the drain and looked through. It was within reach, if I could only fit my arm through the bars.
I couldn’t just leave my pencil case there, so I decided it couldn’t hurt to at least try and reach it. I s
DE-23 Part I Chapter 6DE-23 Part I Chapter 6 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Coming September 20th
AromanticI never feel the urge to stare,Aromantic in Free Verse More Like This
I never feel the butterflies,
I never feel my cheeks going red,
I never feel warm and tingly inside.
I’ve considered that I could be gay,
Or even possibly bi.
But both of these would still include
These feelings I should have inside.
Thus I suppose there’s no conclusion.
I’m no different from who I thought I was.
I’m just bad at being straight,
There can be no other cause.
However when one does some research,
One can discover what I might be.
One can look into the overlooked,
The unknown genre of asexuality.
I don’t ever feel the urge to stare,
And I don’t feel the butterflies,
I don’t feel my cheeks turn red,
But it’s okay because I know who I am inside.
The ShedThe Shed in Free Verse More Like This
I stood outside the shed
A shed that had lived in my memory so long I would almost question my memory of its colour
A pure pastel green despite its age
On the outside
Inside the floor and every wall was speckled with paint
It smelled of paint
It smelled of him
I stood outside in the green grass
I couldn’t see inside
My heart would wrench if I tried
So I remembered…
I stood outside and listened
The bang of a shed door, a hammer, a paintbrush clinging against a glass jar of water
I stood beside him, at his painting desk
Despite his manly essence he painted delicately
I was a little girl, too short to see
But I knew his paintings captured the brilliance of the Australian bush
The colours of his paintings’ creations covering his never-washed brushes
Like the shed
He was the father of my working mother
I stood beside a rocking horse of blue and white
A tiny baby, only big enough for me
It was hand crafted and painted with care
It was his creation
It was for me
I stood bes
DE-23 Part I Chapter 5DE-23 Part I Chapter 5 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I waited by my locker for Brandon. He was taking forever! Where was he? Had he forgotten that I needed to talk with him?
The school was deserted. Everyone had gone home after the fire and as far as I knew, the two of us were the only ones here, though I’d spotted a news crew or two at the scene. I could still see dark smoke rising above the buildings into the air, becoming less dense the higher it rose. I was itching to investigate, but for the first time in a while, I had more than one important mystery to look into.
I looked to my right. There he was. “Took you long enough!” I called.
“I needed to make sure I had all of my books.” Brandon said it like it was obvious.
“Yes. Now what was it you wanted to talk about?”
“I think we may have superpowers.”
“Straight to the point, as usual,” Brandon said, with a sigh.
DE-23 Part I Chapter 4DE-23 Part I Chapter 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” I murmured under my breath. I couldn’t stop staring at my hands. My hands. They were purple. I had purple hands. With claws. And fur. Claws and fur. I had purple furry hands with claws. No, they were paws. I had paws. Purple paws! And that was just my hands.
There was a purple tail coming out of my lower back. Not to mention the matching set of cat ears sticking out of the top of my head! Oh but don’t worry, I still had my normal ears. So in total, I had TWO SETS OF EARS!
Okay, deep breath Ember, I thought to myself. I was sitting on a toilet seat in a bathroom cubicle. I must be insane. No, it was for a good reason. I was hiding. Because of the cat features.
I thought it over. Was it something I ate? No, that’s stupid. Growing purple cat body parts wasn’t a symptom of food poisoning the last time I checked. Ok, maybe tracing back my footsteps of something would work. I
Most BeautifulThe most beautiful person in your life will be the one you love, and the one you give your heart almost entirely toMost Beautiful in Free Verse More Like This
The most beautiful sight your eyes will behold will be their smile
The most beautiful scent will be their shampoo, because it reminds you of them when they are not there
The most beautiful word in human communication will be the word yes, when you ask them the life changing question
The most beautiful feeling will be the warmth you feel inside when they are curled up beside you
The most beautiful taste will be the first meal you make together, no matter how burnt or uncooked
The most beautiful sound you will hear will be your baby's heart beat the first time you hear it, the only other being on earth who owns the rest of your heart
The most beautiful moment in your life will be every moment you spend with them
Leaving the Day BehindLeaving the Day Behind in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
leave the day behind
to a night of peaceful sleep
stars will bless your dreams
ChaosChaos in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the Queen of chaos
frays, rents, rips, eliminates
a complex decay
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
What it wasn't.No, my love. It's not the way you don't listen when I speak.What it wasn't. in Free Verse More Like This
I've realized that you do listen. You just forget.
No, my sweetheart. It's not the way you don't find me witty.
I've learnt that our senses of humour are different.
No, my darling. It's not the way you pick on my flaws.
I've understood that you love me despite them.
No, my dear. It's not the way you always ignore me like I'm just a girl.
I've figured out that I'm more even when your friends ask who I am.
No, my pet. It's not the way you never call me back when I need you.
I've come to the conclusion that you won't be there when I need you.
No, my sweet. It's not that you do not say it at all and when you do it's forced.
These are not the reasons why I've finally realized you don't love me.
Maybe years from now, when you sit and wonder about me, you'll realize
The reason I left was not words or sentiment or ideas or feelings
It's because your eyes are always wide open when you kiss me.
Lonely GirlI painted.Lonely Girl in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You said I'm wasteful.
You said I couldn't hold a tune.
You said I made no sense.
You said I had two left feet.
You told me I was ugly.
I will be amazing one day.
Just to make all of you wonder why you didn't get to know me better.
In ThreesI was armed with half a deck of emotions, two thirds of a heart and eyes of a broken mirror that offered no protection to my soul. I wanted to talk about it often and whenever I needed to, the words would tangle in my mouth, come out as a compliment of a shirt, an idea that had no relevance, a conversation about the weather. I was eighteen. I wanted to be stronger, brilliant, bright like a comet in the sky. Instead, I learnt about how beds could be the most loathed places in the world, bathrooms were meant to be soaked in blood...and men with eyes like knives sometimes used them against people they loved.In Threes in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I was armed with shards of strength, a misplaced sense of determination and the kind of bravery that only the damned can have. Words haunt, especially when all you have to your name is a broken little mind, a need for validation and an honest fear of losing someone you love. I was twenty. I wanted to make sure that the world around me realised I existed, I wanted to shine for my sake,
LoveIt's the song on the radio that reminds you of what you had and what you lost.Love in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It's the smile that a baby gives when she is genuinely happy.
It's the sound of a laugh from someone who hasn't laughed in a long, long time.
It's the friend who still remembers you even if you call after fifteen years.
It's the last piece of chocolate saved for you in a box you thought was empty.
It's the gift that is exactly what you needed, when you needed it.
It's the two hour ride across town, just so she can see you before she leaves.
It's the dog who waits for you to come home, just to give you all the affection in the world.
It's the companionship one feels in silence when they have found their best friend.
It's the feeling of a warm blanket someone put on you after you fell asleep.
It's the boy who does the stupidest things in the world, just to see you laugh.
It's the girl who kisses you the way she has never ever kissed anyone before.
It's the woman who gives up her seat on the train to the old la
Skinny Wordslook:Skinny Words in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
he was winterish blue eyes and an autumn scarf dressed in an stupid pink summer sweater that made no sense on a spring day. His shoes were converse, the kind of the skinny intellectual who had just enough money to buy one pair of decent shoes. she never really liked skinny intellectuals, yet did find herself considering them sometimes, in the way she considered coffee that was tongue scalding (horribly and without excuse).
it is odd then, that she still doesn't regret his monsoon flavoured kiss, the kind that made your tongue bleed with its passion, its heat.
he drew in uneasy catches of breath as he snored in the heat of the summer night, nights when she would stay up and listen to cars that passed by, pretending they were a waterfall instead of the cold harsh truth of metal against concrete, just so she could sleep as soundly as him.
she took his breathing for granted.
he spent hours lost in the dry unending silence of his typewriter, of h
A Prayer for the Scar Mappedi hope you find someone who loves you for your scars.A Prayer for the Scar Mapped in Free Verse More Like This
your scars are the battles you fought
alone, scared, broken at midnight
navigating the map of your lost soul,
wearing nothing but threadbare dreams,
with demons who would not die,
and who could not rest.
and still strong, you fought on.
i pray you find someone who loves you for your scars
your scars will tell the stories your lips cannot.
your scars will reveal secrets your heart cannot.
your scars will create meaning to the little things you do.
so find someone who loves you for your scars.
this is all that I can pray for, for you
and for you,
and for you...
About Honour"Ever worried about what the world thought of you?"About Honour in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Nope. I only worry about what I think of me."
"What do you think about you?"
"That I am a broken-eyed, converse-reject-wearing wise ass."
"Really? And what do you call yourself?"
"I call me proud."
"What do you call yourself?"
"I am the grade school version of the heartbroken girl, who can't play the guitar so she strums a ukulele instead, who can't paint so she draws terrible pictures in graphite that keeps giving way."
"I see you doing it again. Put the fucking pen down right now and stop it."
"What? I was just writin-"
"You're cutting yourself to pieces with shark-toothed words again. Just because a sword is a beautiful, glittering object of honour doesn't mean it always has an honorable purpose."
"Do you really think I am a sword?"
"Nope. I think you're beautiful, glittering object of honour. And the thing with honour is, it makes the world turn to stare in awe."
ExcusesHe sleeps like a child without a voice. (And she listens like a child who cannot hear.)Excuses in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He dreams like a stranger on a train. (And she watches like another fixated by his thoughts.)
He sighs like the first whisper of a rainstorm. (And she understands like the eve of the storm.)
He breathes like tomorrow is his last day. (And she reminds him that he will live longer than ever.)
He sings like a bird in the winds of the forest. (And she understands the sweetness of every note.)
He cries like the downpour in the desert. (And she climbs to the ends of the earth to make him smile.)
He loses his way like a deer out of the forest. (And she guides him back each time to the place where he is meant to be.)
He breaks like a fragile flower in the dust and the wind. (And she tells him he is too strong to be fragile ever.)
He fights like the last angel defending heaven. (And she gives him his swords and armor.)
He writes like the blood from the finest writer's heart. (And she reads his words with awe