The Slow Descent into Dementia
Bound and left for the beasts,
what awaits is no end
No shade finds my flesh,
and the catching fibers
are slowly burnt to a crisp
And such a darkness,
the vision of my eyes,
Whatever lies ahead
The rotting time,
The old home of my mind...
the dust and asbestos
what fragments remain.
left for my demons-
I'm simply waiting for time
to drag me away and down,
for the rotting feast...
to begin waiting
for this life
to fade away
with every bite.
Ascetic PerceptionAscetic Perception in Free Verse More Like This
I met a man today...
his eyes were tired,
and he seemed lost.
How I wanted to help him,
How his eyes stared off into space,
How his affliction shouted to me...
He spoke out, and the words tore at me,
and as he spoke, so we began,
repeating his words, of the why & how.
Our eyes met, and silence became us.
my heart pounded, as he breathed heavily,
tears fell...out of anger...out of fear...
I met a man today,
his voice was low and solemn...
this man in the mirror.
Yet Another Fallen HostYet Another Fallen Host in Free Verse More Like This
My, what hope lies
in the half empty glass,
trembling by tremor and leer.
At such a long road's end,
does it rise and shatter.
What understanding have you,
of fear, of pestilence,
other than the existence of self.
Imposed, the creation
to be eventually bled out.
Filthy, the very cause
by which the water rises,
boiling with blisters
in the overwhelming sin
of the ever beating sun above.
Freedom, to the acrostic asininity
now found laughing atop the grave...
the grave of past gone by,
decaying with every bite
of a gluttonous sloth with an ancient cause.
That to my eyes, the mass hysteria,
borderline loss of sanity from the commonalty.
Have I lost track or do my eyes deceive,
the horsemen's tracks are of disarray,
and I know not which one has come.
Now, the angels look onward,
gazing with hopeless eyes,
searching for faith in the fallen creation,
who now wither and crawl,
away as they fall, into the Abyss....
Declines, the signs of the end,
the near and far come and go,
as the war seeps t
How to Fix The WorldHow to Fix The World in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
an execution, while play
The howling strings
Of the cellos
Of the veins
Of the time
To the discord
Are the who and what,
the how and the why
Ever lost to that
of the cords
of the strings
of the howling
"Fix this", they cry,
the masses whose
words fester and boil,
carried words, spoken indirect
of the leaders
of the struggles
of the home
of the brave
The final breath
of humanities dying words
"in ashes, from ashes"
She speaks, so melancholy
of the future
of the present
of the past
"World!" She pleads
with a cry, so finishing
"Heed and listen!"
To them she speaks
Of the necessary
of the desired
of the curses
of their blessings...
The Devout, The Divine, The DeceasedThe Devout, The Divine, The Deceased in Free Verse More Like This
Three are they,
Of Heavenly origin.
Governed by the Highest Throne,
and led by the Horsemen.
Devout are the Grim Trinity.
As death has never ceased
So true to the cause are they...
By cursed and divine blades.
The Patrons of the Deceased and Dying...
and of those related to the involved.
Divine by right is the Angel...
Unholy by cause is the Demon...
Leader by title is the Nephilim.
By them are taken souls guided,
Through them are souls
released or enslaved.
This in Our HeartsThis in Our Hearts in Free Verse More Like This
Faith is not to be governed
by the vile will of you humans.
It is the very pulse of your soul.
The very core of the morality
that drives you.
Like you, it may be tainted & controlled
but only by your given gift of free will
can this take place.
Like light, it holds the power to
guide and to free, just as it holds
The potential to fade away into the darkness.
Like a parasite, can it consume you
but only by the filthy hands
of invited demons.
Faith is both gift & privilege
accepted into heart & mind
by the words of a truthful tongue.
In days to come, shall you hear
the drums of war over & around
The plains of existence, and faith shall be tested.
Hold fast for the Way of God
and not only his Holy Word.
Ever tainted by corrupt men.
Roads shall lead on and mislead
To a great many stories
But faith will move you, should you let it.
Faith is this in our hearts and souls...
Faith is the Road which leads to home...
Faith is the governing force of morality...
Faith was the motivation of these w
Fallen From On HighFallen From On High in Free Verse More Like This
Embrace sweet calamity,
The darkness which engulfs you now.
Apollyon, of that intrepid verse,
Now awaits, drooling with a gaping mouth.
Of temptation, the liars tongue,
Striking up the deals that bring you only to ruin
Just below, Tartarus waits for you...
And the patient welcoming shall be of no surprise.
Embrace now, bitter calamity...
The retribution that has longed for thy touch.
The clustered storm, prolonged, procrastinated,
hovers over to knock you down.
The portal, that vortex, to plunge you down.
Have you to own, no peace...
only what is allowed to your filthy hands...
The Changing TideThe Changing Tide in Free Verse More Like This
The era is now passed through which I lived and favored,
and my patience then packs its bags for hiatus,
with which to remind me that perhaps
brighter days lie in sunny hammocks ahead.
Here and alas lays the road to that sunny setting,
upon which I walk and tread the changing tide.
The next item on the list of Fates agenda and her passionate affair with time...
the seconds will carry on like the beats of my undying heart.
The fire that burns in my eyes, through which I see is only assuaged
by the tears they produce...
the tears I produce in my longing for some peace of some sort.
Yet those tears shall only accompany the sweat of my efforts.
Once upon a time, in the dream come true through which I slept,
did a fairy tale once exist…
that tale of my tale through endless times of a dream come true
and gone by in the era that I once lived and favored.
The Forward MovementThe Forward Movement in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Tragedy, abrupt to my very soul,
that left me far from whole.
The withered memory born unto my dreams again,
refreshed and once more binding me by chain.
The reopening scars I once upon a time, thought healed,
gape wide to open for the flood gates, red and revealed.
My witnessing eyes bleed out old tears from a rusted well,
Attempting again to put back out the fires of this age old Hell.
The rising waters find my feet and climb,
the two floods meet, where their cause is rhymed.
My heart from which the blood and tears flow,
now at where the pain does ever grow.
Close these outpouring wounds, build back up the walls...
Make for my feet, the forward movement from where my future calls.
Once again I will shed my skin,
leaving behind the marks of where I've been.
That Elated KissThat Elated Kiss in Free Verse More Like This
Between us both, that kiss of God
From to and upon the souls within the very cores.
The fruit of this knowledge was not ill-gained,
As meant for mine eyes was the gotten teaching.
Ah yes, the inspired motivator amongst my tongue,
Pure, but deadly, as to protect what is owned
By the cavities that contain ours, the beating hearts.
This marathon to & through
which I gladly volunteer to run,
Has my limbs aflame, enthralled with elation,
Striking down to its knees, the very calamity that
once over took me. Bless you, from above,
as from my lips between us both, a kiss from your lover.
The White MorgueThe White Morgue in Free Verse More Like This
Watching, my eyes saw the swaying limbs
thin and starved by winter winds...
Dancing, like moving cracks on the window,
Through which I did stare.
Imagine, the image so morbid above as I gazed.
unnerving to the anchoring blood,
drying up within the veins of my limbs,
much like the branches that sliced the air...
The roots dug deep into my back,
and the anchored blood began to freeze...
My vessels, destroyed by glaciers,
of icy blood, that once flowed.
The travesty, of the bullet plunged into my heart,
whose beat slows, and withers and fades.
Too and so soon, the loss of my life...
Now I play the game of patience...
198.Beneath countless stars,198. in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
stood contemplating our own
I've found my tears againThough I was long without these friendsI've found my tears again in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I now have found my tears again.
I walk once more in shadowed lanes
as nightmares blank give way to pain.
And, now the ink more freely flows,
inside, the darkened canker grows,
the silence swells its crashing din
and sorrow rears its head within
the breast that long was crushed & numb:
no longer to that void succumbed.
Instead, my heart is tossed & reels:
its throbbing pulse afresh I feel.
197.Listening to the same197. in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
songs we once heard together
I am reminded
Things were simple thenWhen we laid next to one another,Things were simple then in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
our beating hearts aligned, as lovers,
it did not matter where or when
for things were oh so simple then.
We'd need not to exchange a word
to make each other's musings heard,
for we knew both the why and when
and things were oh so simple then.
Like mirrored minds we found a peace
the ribs of one completed leaf
each, in the other, making whole
the missing part of lonely souls.
If only we could live again
for things were oh so simple then.
Empty skiesUnder grey skies vast & wide,Empty skies in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
pressing in from every side,
I weather a veil upon my eyes
that slows my step & breaks my stride
a yearning void that's never filled
though with distractions over-spilled.
For, though I've all most men could want
and drink from life's most fruitful font,
without you here to share these days
the clearest sky is always grey.
I must have done some awful wrongI must have done some awful wrong,I must have done some awful wrong in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
such as can't be voiced in song,
to be cast out in favour of
another life, that knows no love.
I must have done some awful thing,
the like of which the Devil sings,
to be abandoned in this way
and left to wrack & disarray.
I must be made of deepest sin,
the very worst that ever was,
for pious men cannot begin
to fathom my desertion's cause.
I must have done some awful deed
for her to turn so far from me.
DetachmentAs I gaze into the mirrorDetachment in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I see him staring back.
An empty soul, he has no light,
his eyes are draped in black.
No recognition in his glance,
no pulse within his veins,
he has the look of one whose heart
will never feel again.
The dust has gathered on the glass,
the rust is bleeding through,
and though these imperfections frame
the dark reflection true
he stands an uninspired man.
I have forgotten who I am.
Whispers in the darkTime heals, they oft repeat to me,Whispers in the dark in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
believing that they speak the truth
but flames so bright can never fade:
instead, in shadow they're renewed.
With contemplation overlaid,
the ache of joyful memory
For, in the darkness, light must seem,
to burn with new intensity:
in silence, sounds before unheard,
are amplified beyond mere words:
and memories of love, in pain,
from recollection won't abstain
Yet reminiscence must evoke
nostalgia of times more enjoyed.
I still recall each phrase you spoke
and know your face's lines by heart,
but would you even know my voice
or hear these whispers in the dark?
MisfortuneMisfortune smiles at the gamesMisfortune in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
she plays with lovers' hearts
and toys with lives she built up high
and cruelly tore apart
For, on a whim, and without thought
she'll break the truest man
for no good reason it may seem
except to show she can
I'll gather dust...A life defined by loss is notI'll gather dust... in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
a life by any other name.
I'll hang on a forgotten wall:
a picture in an empty frame.
I'll gather dust and slowly fade
with every uneventful day:
a sail without a guiding breeze,
a song without a tune,
a still unfinished tapestry
hung from a broken loom.
A love bound up & long denied
remains a love, howe'er suppressed,
and though it's left unrecognised,
closed up inside & purposeless.
I'll gather dust and slowly fade:
an opportunity mislaid.
Practice Poem - Man In CagePractice Poem - Man in Cage:Practice Poem - Man In Cage in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
When I was young I was taught that pain begets pain,
Anger and animosity, malice and cruelty;
So deeply inflicted, so lovingly gifted.
I tasted of its rotten core and dared to call it sweet.
But what do I have to show for it?
White hot scars that burn in my dreams.
Reminders of a fragmented bi-polar self;
Self inflicted propaganda, to reinforce the "truth".
Truth so lovingly fabricated by a weakness within,
So desperately crying out for vindication;
Openly denying all that might shed light upon me,
Seeking only the company of shades in shadows...
Within four walls I sleep in exile;
Quietly pretending that I am still sane,
Never noticing how it has all turned out;
Alone I remain the same...
Never reaching, never living; I am free within the cage
-Chen Yuan Wen, 1st January 2012
I Can't Devour You, Not YetI Can't Devour You, Not Yet:I Can't Devour You, Not Yet in Free Verse More Like This
I long to taste the sweetness of your flesh,
To roll your meat between my tongue and teeth.
So many times have I come - so close -
To taking that first bite from your neck.
Yet, there is something about you,
A scent perhaps or a sickly sap.
It turns bitter upon my tongue,
Poisoning it; I am left unable to eat...
Much like the caterpillar, covered in spines,
Each bite would spew only bitter venom -
Numbing my senses and dulling the mind;
It would leave me naught but a gormless wreck!
Even so, despite me knowing of the repugnant taste,
I am drawn toward you, like a moth to the flame.
May my wings crumble in the heart of the fire -
& body be turned to dust and ash...
If only for the chance to feast once more!
Ah, my dear - I will have you.
& on that day it will be so sweet.
But for now - I'm afraid that -
I must leave this as a mere - tantalizing - fantasy...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 12th December 2012
Sending Me To HellSending Me To Hell:Sending Me To Hell in Free Verse More Like This
I close my eyes, as the black smoke fills the air.
Incense burned to create a semi-choking sensation.
A tiny inkling of the perceived suffering,
But it is enough to make this difficult...
Next, wounds are carefully opened.
Patterns carved into the flesh,
Resembling the nine circles of suffering.
As each begins to form a red river,
An ocean pools beneath my stained elbows.
In the distance I hear the cackling of witches;
Accompanied always by the mad shrieks of those beyond.
Already they can taste the red wine that I ooze
And eagerly, their tongues wag; anticipating the feast.
Concentrate...I have to concentrate
My teeth grind together, as I force them shut,
The pressure causes my jaws to ache and my body soon stiffens.
It seizes up like an iron vault, my mind its secret mechanism;
Twisting, turning, seeking the accepted combination.
I can feel them now, reaching for me...
Tongues begin to lick at my open wounds,
Lustfully salivating unto m
Yeah I'm Stupid!Yeah I'm Stupid!:Yeah I'm Stupid! in Free Verse More Like This
Indeed you are absolutely superior. A divine being, more intelligent,
Learned and completely right in everything you say about me.
However, if I might be permitted to as they say in slang
"Drop the beat", then I'd like to show you my own style of doing things.
Art thou ready for this my sibling from a different parent?
Sir can I have just a moment of your time? I think I lost
My will, let me sit and bust a rhyme rappin' like I'm
Edgar Allan singin' Raven songs, thank god I have a
life and love that keeps me really strong. See I
Understand the fact that you may not like the things I do,
Structure in your brain is wrapped tight like a metal screw.
But this is what you do when you are young
I'm breaking all the rules until I finally get sung!
So pass it on over if you're done with the whiny mic,
I'd like to show the world a new style it's the Chen life;
So everyone go 'Chen boo', this all the 'Chen boo',
Shatter PointShatter Point:Shatter Point in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Can you see
what all the world has-
Done to me
I've locked away my-
I wanna break
My shatter point, my shatter point
I'm up against the wall at my shatter point
A thousand faces keep calling to me into the night
Their whispers drive me further up and away from the light!
Just fall again and-
I want you down and you'll-
Just stop breathing and-
The shatter point, the shatter point
You know that you are up and against the wall
The shatter point, my shatter point
Leave me breaking against my shatter point
A thousand faces keep calling me into the night
I'll waste away in the whispers that taint all the light
Just leave me breaking against the weight of the wall
It keeps me close to the edge until I learn to FALL!
-Chen Yuan Wen, 25th August 2012
Painted SkinPainted Skin:Painted Skin in Free Verse More Like This
He smiles at you, as you enter the office;
Wearing eyeliner made of contempt and disdain.
His cheap cologne invades your nostrils immediately
And you quickly suppress a cough.
"Yes, yes, indeed we have to review this...er, many things are involved."
His face is powdered with a layer of self-importance;
Lips reddened by the polite harshness he spews.
His forked tongue flickers as he prattles on
And you're really getting quite tired.
"Oh I'm sorry! Of course, of course I understand; but my way is much better!"
You're getting really bored now, so you take a look around the room.
The expectation is to see it bedecked with acolades;
Yet bare walls, cold and empty, are all that greets you.
"Are you listening to me, I'm telling you why this isn't good enough. LISTEN TO ME!"
You take a look at the cup of coffee you were offered,
Cheap and lukewarm; you narrow your eyes.
"Is there a problem? I'm being honest, this is for YOUR OWN GOOD!"
Practice Poem - Poor Little TimmyPractice Poem - Poor Little Timmy:Practice Poem - Poor Little Timmy in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Down into well, poor Timmy fell,
Down he fell into the pits of hell.
Brought into hell by an eldritch spell,
Poor little Timmy who fell down the well.
Alone he cowered and shivered and shook,
He shook for hours, so long it took,
So long it took for him to feel well,
Well enough to explore this hell...
Through pathways littered with scenes most gory;
Most gory indeed was little Timmy's story,
A story of fear and suffering defined,
Poor little Timmy, he ran out of time...
Now then, I think I'll go welcome my little guest...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 14th December 2012
Oh No I Know A Dirty WordOh No I Know A Dirty Word:Oh No I Know A Dirty Word in Free Verse More Like This
Oh me, oh my, these are dirty words
How low-class, vulgar and simply absurd
You must be a thug, you've no sense of style
Let me sip some tea that was made erstwhile
I shall proceed to comment about who you are
and pointlessly engage you in a mental spar
I must prove my point to be whole you see
for the protection of the word is a duty to me
See I love to pretend that I'm someone pure
Never dirtied a sentence or darkened a door
It's like I'm holy and utterly clean
So don't take my tone as being mean
I'm simply trying to help you right?
Let me show you how to be a snob on sight
Never use the language meant for 'boobs'
do you realise it's a synonym for a gormless rube?
Ah ha! You didn't, that means I'm right
My intellect wins; have you seen the light?
Oh my, what are you doing, that knife looks sharp
Eek! Help! You're stabbing my heart!
And that is why I killed him your honour...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 4th September 2012
These Words Aren't PrettyThese Words Aren't Pretty:These Words Aren't Pretty in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My verses are ugly and I admit to the fact
I can't use pretty language when I'm working with rap
Because the things that I write, are just the things that I feel
I ain't an Edgar Allan Poe or a Danielle Steel
And I'll be honest with you, I've got an envy inside
Because some poets got a flow that's as smooth as the tide
I read some stuff that they write, it's just so dope I ignite
Burning shame and my anger at the beautiful sight
And like birds of a feather, they're flocking together
These poets are the Gods and I'm nailed by the weather
But as the rain pours down, lightning resound;
I try to write pretty words but my lips remain bound
So deeply silenced by fear - the darkness I hear,
Afraid to be unloved by the ones I hold dear
I've hit the limit of time; my lyrical crime
These words that I've lived are just turning to grime.
So I wish I had their talent; just a sliver of that
If their skill was a mountain then I've broken my back
It's like t
Sorry I'm A ManSorry I'm A Man:Sorry I'm A Man in Free Verse More Like This
He stands there naked
A blank-faced label
He is not an individual
He is exactly what you make him to be
The product of your misguided hate
The product of your personal prejudice
Caught blind and shackled
Voice stripped and throat cut
On knees and hands
He crawls beneath a slanderous hail
"Let they who are without sin, be the first to cast a stone"
Then you must all be innocent, unblackened and pure
Instead what I see
Is not angel wings and a white halo
Instead what I see
Is your silent profanity
Twisted obscene mask of humanity
Beneath the righteous sword of a figure of justice
Lies a rotting core of devil's teeth and black smoke
Crooked mirror of lies
"Guilty until proven innocent"
Is what I see in your eyes
He is not an individual
He is exactly what you make him to be
He is the monster, the abuser, the criminal and the pig
He is the violent, the drunk, the pervert and the enemy
Care not for the fact that he is a perso
BloodI've got a filthy mouth,Blood in Free Verse More Like This
& a house of stars
thriving in my throat.
& I still have yet to tame
this grounded constellation
I call my temple. -Slithering
tongue hissing too many
"fuck you's" against my teeth.
I fear I will write myself hollow-
or until my bones are corroded away
& I am nothing-
an insignificant nebula
orbiting the wrong atmosphere.
But, my veins bleed sweet ichor,
& words are only words, Mother.
Shy moon,i've got love carved into honeysuckle wrists,Shy moon, in Free Verse More Like This
a murder of crows in my throat,
& a pack of wolves at my back.
i want to know truths behind these myth eyes, &
the distant galaxies under your fingertips.
but, love me. love me, Love.
show me what's beyond Grimm fairy tales
spare me your ribs;
this skyscraper heart
needs a place to go.
wet scribbles, tattooed tragedyI am shedding my skinwet scribbles, tattooed tragedy in Free Verse More Like This
like the poetry that bleeds
from your ink-cracked lips
onto the bare bones of my
Unfold these moon-shy limbs
that chase silence
& beg stay-with-me.
For you are the only verse
hidden within this labyrinth
of scar-damaged flesh.
I want to forget names,& faces,I want to forget names, in Free Verse More Like This
I want to forget their veins,
fingerprints forever burned into my eyelids;
wrists I can't look at
without longing to tear apart.
Spine full, and spiteful:
I want to cry
roses in my midnight tea
for these star collapsed lungs.
I want to cry for her
& for me.
she wont allow me the courtesy.
William,If I am nothing but an actorWilliam, in Free Verse More Like This
on a stage in this dust town
of rose torn bones and washed up
stars, why is it that the galaxy sculpted
crescent moons in my palms
RepossessionYour words tore into my abdomen like vultures feeding onRepossession in Free Verse More Like This
the raw emotion their filthy wings stirred up from the dust.
My ribs cracked from the blow.
But, I think sometimes
of how these were the ribs
that should have chased you away from me,
quietly wondering how you managed to
slither past this cage of bone and flesh
to engrave your fingerprints into my marrow.
You were sweat & spice & scars-
a thunderstorm of black and blue sex
jarring and devouring my insides,
shaped a faithless religion
through the cracks & broken shards
of my hollowed out womb.
(I want my insides back.)
dust.I'm chokingdust. in Free Verse More Like This
on the ink-dipped fingers
of verbs & metaphors
still lodged in this bruised,
paper crane throat;
of your words,
still kissing my ribs.
How can you judge me-
when you don't bother
to read the naked poetry
beneath the temple of my flesh?
How long can butterfly
ankles hold up a
Don't bother whispering
your secrets to nebulae,
not even the dust in my veins
will listen anymore.
astrological.i. On some nights,astrological. in Free Verse More Like This
street lights guide
this lonely heart
to her lonely bed.
ii. In this universe of twilight skin
& mismatched bones,
I wonder just how many poems sleep
beneath the inkwell of her eyes.
iii. My body is a house of stars,
and her palms are black holes
sucking ( me ) into their vortex of
iv. She says, "Please—my moon,
please—give these bones a reason
& I am whispering lovelies
into the sanctuary of her heartbeats.
v. "Goddess temple,
sunset eyes, &
my windowpane love-
Let us eat the stars
Her eyes scream fill in the _____.They saidHer eyes scream fill in the _____. in Free Verse More Like This
she has starving
little poet fingers,
the heroic hearts
of nameless protagonists.
But, she cries
tears of Saturn
on too-little-sleep nights,
& coffee ringed mornings.
They call her vanilla.
much too ripe to fall
with freckles on her
she knows her paper cuts by name.Rose bloodshe knows her paper cuts by name. in Free Verse More Like This
on her tongue
reminds her of yesterday's.
A heart's hoarded secrets,
love me pretties, &
scarlet letter dreams.
do these boys know
of the bitter winter
like a blizzard
in her veins?
The sharp edges
or the crisscross
of origami limbs?
as deep &
as the ocean;
The Devil In HimHe speaks in tonguesThe Devil In Him in Free Verse More Like This
linguistically lavish words of love
the devil lives behind his lips
insinuating its way into my mind
with intriguing lies that only evil can find
Breath like fire upon my brow
issues from his mouth
like a dragon of old
hot steaming language
and I melt in the heat of him
he is my sun
I'm as soft as butter under his thumb
The devil lives in his mouth
singing the sweet serenades of love
entrancing and beguiling
until there is nothing left
nothing but his words, his eyes
and I am lost in love with him
Progressive DescentShe resides in the realm of regretsProgressive Descent in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
where every memory screams blame-
shame, she glows with it,
shining like a beacon of self-hate.
She swims in the sea of despair
waves of hopelessness wash over her-
she has become a true pain connoisseur,
for she drowns in it, choking down agony.
She dances in the land of the dead
pretty pirouettes spinning in her head-
she is dizzy with stillborn insanity,
quietly raging at a loss she cannot see.
She lives in the state of lunacy
now she sees the devil in the fallacy-
what an enormous lie love can be,
open are her eyes, and it's a trickster she sees.
Now, she bathes in the blood of men
wicked, hurtful they tricked her again-
she loved and lost her mind,
in her heart, it is death they will find.
Futureless FigmentsPaint me a picture of the nevermoreFutureless Figments in Free Verse More Like This
With dark age lighting and guillotine gore
Sing me a song of lamenting woe
Where life is unfulfilled and death is quid-pro-quo
Dance me the dance of broken dreams
Where worlds overturn and rip at the seams
I will write you the poem of everything
Where words are weapons and sentences sting
It is the sword of words I died upon
With linguistic anguish and future long gone
I played at life and sadly lost
With head hung low and fingers criss-crossed
So, you'll find me nowhere here or near
I will waste in the fields of yesteryear
In the long ago
In the far-far-away
In the land of simple sorrow
Is where I intend to stay
Stitchesthrough the eye of a needleStitches in Free Verse More Like This
our veins are threaded
lines made of tendons twined
we begin stitching
joining our minds, souls and bodies
each loop is sewn tight
we become less duplicitous
merging into a singular being
so that the I of us no longer exists
no living being can break our bonds
these ties that bind us
what if you decided to break from me
to tear away
rending those careful stitches we've made
would I die without you
perish from the pain
bleeding out from the holes left by you
those endless abysses
where heart and soul once dwelled
these are questions I hope I never know
alas, I can still answer them with a resounding no
for I am the survivor and love never gets old
Red, White and Blueice drop tears freeze upon her eyesRed, White and Blue in Free Verse More Like This
she lies in drifting snow
crimson stains slowly spread
hot red on cold white
dimly she feels the axe fall again
numb and distant
pain through frosted flesh
chaos in white sands when red rivers from blue skin
Dead ButterfliesI created my own love apocalypseDead Butterflies in Free Verse More Like This
With words of death on whispering lips
I sang in fields stained red with gore
Lamenting a love that was no more
A love that flew on colored wings
Full of butterflies and beautiful things
I drenched loves' wings with poisoned blood
Dripping oil thick off a crude tongue slick with crud
Now I know the words I spoke
Are the reason my butterflies broke
Ugly GoddessUgly Goddess in Free Verse More Like This
Love me I am your Goddess
filling your lives with
fear and despair
Your pitiful Gods are tired
old and abused
Soul-eating, blood drinking
vengeful Goddess for you
Ruling beside me
Bow down before me
watch life expire
Worship from the lowly
stealing your will
Blood drenched, demonic Goddess
kneel low before this new found form
Your religions are weakness
I exploit, your conforms
I am the demon who makes you falter
Bow down low, kiss my altar
Sin, sin, let it begin
Never pray for forgiveness again
I offer freedom from guilt
nothing like you have ever felt
Be gluttonous, filled with wrath
kill all that stands in your path
Pride,lust, envy, sloth, greed
from all this you are freed
Bleed your soul, sin for me
This Goddess, no sin do I see
Homicidal RunawayI'm not a dispersing waterfall,Homicidal Runaway in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
because of you.
I'm not a thunderstorm
because of the things you do,
I'm dying - - -
....because she won't return.
His Lethal Cyclone Prayersremembering you is like walking into a tornado,His Lethal Cyclone Prayers in Free Verse More Like This
trying to fight off everything that comes at me.
praying my feet won't give into your gravitational lies again.
i bake my skin until every ounce of you
is gutted free, you're murdering my sanity,
having me crawl to find it again; yet,
your face keeps catching me.
hating myself, hoping you'll just
kiss me rather than mutilate my remaining
faith for us.
i rather perish from your touch
than to learn how to love you
Cascading RealitiesThe ones who easily break - -Cascading Realities in Free Verse More Like This
can't stop falling - into a false eternity.
Counting Down To RealityClose your eyes & count to threeCounting Down To Reality in Free Verse More Like This
And I'll make you believe in love again
I won't be there when you wake up
because I'm the reason why your heart won't come back.
when your grins & laughs are at a bloom,
don't come searching for the one
who couldn't kiss your frowns
goodbye because I
can only live
I hope you always knew I wanted that smile to be because of me.
She has those hushed winter lungs"Silence equals Death"She has those hushed winter lungs in Free Verse More Like This
Gash out my confessions,
push me to the edge of misery
so I can screech out the truth
before my voice attacks my essence.
I made my heart weak and left my
eyes stained on my shirt; I've
accumulated verses of agony, but
my vocals cords are tangled
You never stop sinking your
resistance into my neck and
now I've grown silent & frozen
because I murdered myself behind
walls of memories.
Delusional Nightmaresi can't face reality,Delusional Nightmares in Free Verse More Like This
because - - -
i only reside in my fantasies.
she's lost dancing in her daydreams
with invisible eyes to watch them
Heart of A PhantomI died numerous times for youHeart of A Phantom in Free Verse More Like This
& yet, you still won't admit you shattered everything we
I've got your millions of knives patterned along my back,
please tell me why i'm still here
I should have crossed over before you moved on,
but i never saw the withered heart you keep on the
bottom of your shoes,
It's hurts to realize how much i truly meant you.
AfterIt follows me.After in Free Verse More Like This
My silver skeined ghost.
An almost imperceptible thread;
only visible when you shine light
directly upon it.
It follows me.
It rides the underground.
It hides under bridges,
It is woven into the spools of tar
that form the roads between.
Inevitably if I walk too fast
it reminds me -
Like the tug of stitches in your cheek
that reminds you; you have lost your wisdom.
It reminds me.
It trips me in doorways,
when my mind is elsewhere.
If I look away from it -
- it slips round my neck.
Another knot to throw over the beams
it mauls me without a fair chance.
I tried to sever it. I can't.
Only the corrosion of time has a chance.
So for now, I am tethered
to the fragment of my heart
that I tore out for you.
Although we have placed it in a shroud
and declared it dead,
the umbilical thrumming keeps me awake.
It does not desist;
the connection to that unwanted slab of meat.
GrowthI remember the day I caught him 'gardening'. His cheeks stained cherry with the brisk wind that trotted beside him up and down the smothered garden path. He dropped a seed as his feet brushed past each other. Up and down he walked, a solemn lieutenant. I asked him what he was doing and those wide sky eyes reflected the ice as he told me he was trying to grow flowers for his mother. I looked at the seeds spilt on the snow and told him that they could never grow in these circumstances. I will never forget the clench in my heart when he responded, with a child's tongue; "I know".Growth in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
MaybeJust give me one dream that isn't see-through.Maybe in Free Verse More Like This
One substantiated claim to reality,
that I might hold onto life with.
Every quivering cell, mid-osmosis, begs you
for a shred of dignity with my tea.
Just one chance for something heavy,
something hard and room temperature. Real.
I don't want to look through my day dreams
and see someone else's face there.
I don't want to dream of those people
who may make, or break me, in the future tense.
I am tired of milky white and reflective black.
It is time for a life of colour and hope -
and not looking back to see if the past
matches up with the jigsaw map to the end game.
I want to be in the game, participating,
feeling, like I might make it there one day.
Just give me something, that I can hold onto;
something harder to see through than a whisper
of that voice in the back of my mind that says
Roses /I brought you rosesRoses / in Free Verse More Like This
and came back each day,
to watch them decaying
and tried not to liken them
to your body beneath the earth.
Rock BottomThey say a rolling stone gathers no moss,Rock Bottom in Free Verse More Like This
so when I shudder to a halt
The rocks in my feet continue to grind.
I feel the sand in my lungs
and the regretful mist silting in my heart
as the waves come back in
reaching eagerly for my legs, spooling, churning
over me. Rooted in my misery.
I know the rocks in my feet will help me drown.
The EditorMakeshift by the lake,The Editor in Free Verse More Like This
I watched you finish my sentence
- Hastily retracting the bitterness
and editing out
my overstated meaning.
A fly serenaded you,
As you derooted the root,
- Deflowered the bud
and edited out
every semblance of a meaning.
I allowed it, in the summer haze.
For you to slather me
- In someone elses
soaked in someone elses feeling.
But when you slept at last
I arose, painted bleach by your tongue
- Shook off your petty rules
and crossing outs
and ran away, free - and feeling.
Breaking Them InSpasmodic heart,Breaking Them In in Free Verse More Like This
Tumbleweeds through my chest,
Bang bang bangs against my ribs;
it demolishes me.
Palms on plastic,
Losing control again, Tell myself I
can can can keep getting through this.
It won't devour me.
Tears from the bridge,
Overexposed my pneumonic heart to
hope hope hoping that I could.
So afraid that I'd fail.
I refused to settle in ash.
No no no, I wouldn't endure another
year lost in the dark.
I gathered my tail,
brushed off maggot-sodden feathers
So so so frightened to fall
I barked, I bucked - and I flew.
Broken Birds and Stark PhrasesWe slip and slide and fallBroken Birds and Stark Phrases in Free Verse More Like This
down curves and carrow places.
We cursive at the wall
in our undefinéd spaces.
Disjointed limbs extend
to strumpet our arrival,
to warn who are not friends
we will kill to survive all.
Hung upside-down haunters
hug branches in the Forrest.
Merry nightmare monsters,
Cheery snarling chorus,
Arachnic children know;
you can run but you can't hide
from this disparic truth,
darkness waits for you inside.
Although you seek the sun,
as all creaky spinsters might,
the night can't be out done
and it has you in its sight.
Star-writHear me read it!Star-writ in Free Verse More Like This
It is nebulonic fate that we should dance
together in this burning bald ballroom
as the flames lick up the sepiatic walls
and drip curled paper down upon us.
It is our right to spin each other here
in the torrentous reign of flames and ash
as the chandelier, already hanging,
spits and sparks at us, trying to take us too;
and as everything we ever loved or cherished
in porcelain veneer or hand-crafted sycamore
crumbles to a close, still the thought remains-
that it is our star-writ fate to dance on.
Sometimes, it's the little things.He always told me I was deep.Sometimes, it's the little things. in Concrete Poetry More Like This
An unfiltered distillation of a humanitarian ocean.
He accepted me, gills and all -
He knew that I needed my eccentricities to breathe
under the seascrapers of pollution
that hung over my head.
Or he said he did.
At the end of it all,
he tugged the gills open to expose me;
my innards trailed across the coral reef
as I swam trustingly forward, hoping for the best.
I tried to believe.
I believed him, gills and all -
But eventually, he left me, with holes in my sides
Where he had spooned out my intestines
To tether them to a boulder.
I tried to breathe.
He always told me I was deep.
It must have been a surprise to read:
Death by puddle.
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. ]
Disastrous intent .He's watching her hips sway to the rhythm of the war drums.Disastrous intent . in Free Verse More Like This
Dis-dis-disaster, dis-dis-disaster is coming.
And it's wearing silky panties that have
daddy issues written all over them.
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.
Kit Kat Make Up Trash.your lungs fill with oxygen as you try to exhaleKit Kat Make Up Trash. in Free Verse More Like This
through clenched teeth and palms pressed over your chapped lips.
you're trying to get a hold on this confusing spasm
that makes you feel sick to the bone and high as the stars
but your wings are drenched in vomit and it seems you
can't have one without the other.
hold on to your bones for dear life and count your ribs every day
just in case one of them decided to slip out of reach.
press your heart through the glass and feel the shards sinking
into the soft flesh as it cracks beneath pressure.
scream at your broken reflection and spit out insecurities
that were inflicted upon your bloodied wrists.
wash your face off the sink, rainbow tears make you look ugly.
don't get caught up in the game of cat and mouse they want you to play.
because you know damn well you're the mouse
and the kitty had its claws sharpened just to turn your heart
into a shredded mess.
Definition of us .It's midnight and I feel another day snatching you away.Definition of us . in Free Verse More Like This
Are you away because that's a way of trying to forget me?
Well darling, hate to rain on your parade but
you never were good at getting me. What for?
We both know my lips are those of rose-like odor and bloodthirsty thorns.
How will you erase the marks I left?
How can you forget my perfume in your dreams?
And we both know you're in for the thrill.
But she doesn't.
You don't even know what a crush is.
The closest you got was a crash - our bodies,
creating an illusion of feelings.
Because you don't even know the definition of Love.
Then again, neither do I, for I have yet to fall in one.
Letter To Alice In Wonderland Letter To Alice In WonderlandLetter To Alice In Wonderland in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Hey, I think I have some explaining to do,
I know it's been a long time - hell, it's been years -
since the last time you wanted to look upon my face,
before it changed and became so cruel.
Hey, maybe you don't know yet, but
for all the good it did me, I really did love you,
and not for a second doubt that none was true,
for proof, go count my every cut.
And that's the reason I had to get out,
you were bad for me, driving me blind,
as I was fighting two addictions entwined,
that's the main reason, it's the main shout.
When he came around, I saw a ray of sunlight,
but you always made me ooze with gloom,
I longed for his touches, to escape my doom,
it's not your fault, it was love at first sight.
He was unreachable, you no longer my muse,
he a shiny new toy, when I knew just how you tick,
and I started building up my walls, brick by icy brick,
shutting you out, lighting a new love fuse.
Don't misunderstand, you did nothing wrong,
it was the wrong place, wron
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...
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
POP! goes the Bubble .I'm twirling in ecstasy, feeling high on life,POP! goes the Bubble . in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
almost as if my fingertips are caressing the sky;
I'm living in a bubble, think the air around is cursed,
so please don't rush in heart-first like a fool
and make it burst.
The Clock StruckThe Clock Struck in Free Verse More Like This
The clock struck nine
The illusion of a beautiful woman
What madness can this be?
She is calling out to me
My name my name on her lustful lips
And now my hands pressed on her hips
Oh! Her smile! Her caress!
That croon which must be blessed!
The clock struck ten
The temptations of a temptress
This woman, so beautiful in every way,
With my heart, she does recklessly play
Her eyes so dark, yet brightly glowing
Her hair so soft and gently flowing
Her skin so silky cannot be soiled
But to the touch, is so deathly cold
The clock struck eleven
The prayer without the belief
What this gorgeous being is, I don't bother
Yet hold silent prayer to our heavenly father
But now's not the time to worry with such strife
For tonight may be the rest of my ungodly life
My heart beats profoundly in my chest
"I love you" my words solemnly confessed
The clock struck twelve
The love of a man unloved
"Of course you do" my love left unreturned
But with her so near, I was unco
BLISSBLISS in Free Verse More Like This
To look into his eyes—
Those that scheme your own demise—
Is to relinquish every selfish desire
To go so far
As to blindly light your own funeral pyre
And only relish
In that lavish gift of insanity
To crave his glances,
His graces, his subtle advances
Is to delve into unforgiving vanity
To sigh into his embrace—
Your mind gone away without a trace—
Is to be consumed wholly and completely
To give in and
Suffocate in silence—alone—discretely
And with bated breath
Love the very essence of what is him
To carve out your own heart
Bury it with him—to never be apart
Is to sicken yourself with sweetest sin
To cherish one last kiss—
Is to die—in loathsome bliss
Z for Zombie Ch 1Z for ZOMBIEZ for Zombie Ch 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The sun was bright overhead, the sky a clear blue with a few clouds floating merrily in the soft breeze. They day echoed springtime with bunnies and ducklings and pretty flowers. Not that anyone ever took notice of these things anymore. Charlie hardly glanced at the day’s serenity as she raced across the downtown streets; her feet slamming against the asphalt in time with the pounding of her heart. Her lungs ached as she gulped in each breath and then clamped her mouth shut in attempts not to scream out through pain and fear.
Charlie had to stop. Her side was splitting, her lungs were raw, and she was too close to tears to keep up the pace. She quickly rounded a corner and side-stepped into the closest building. The glass crackled under her feet as she tiptoed through a smashed front window. The building must have been a gym at some point: there were old treadmills, cycling machines, and weights set up in almo
No EvilNo Evil in Free Verse More Like This
A window standing without a wall
To see through
To see truth
To see all
Cherished Witness be certain without the fault
A melody playing without an instrument
To hear songbird
To hear heartache
To hear lament
Precious Child be understanding without the argument
A voice ringing without a tongue
To speak loud
To speak mind
To speak unsung
Beloved Soul be right without the wrong
See no evil
Hear no evil
Speak no evil
The Gravity of His LoveI stand in stillness,The Gravity of His Love in Free Verse More Like This
before the gray of the grave,
bitter the wind
upon my skin.
How could I not
Last words spoken
the full weight
they would carry.
I hold him not.
Indeed, who could?
on the other side
of the world
Just as he
while his last breath
into the desert sun
and his eyes
began to fade.
All that remains
are ashes, bones
but did I ever
know the full
gravity of his love?
Why is it now
that the distance
between us has
never been so
that he is gone
he is ever more
when once I knew
while yet he
Indian SummerIn the sweltering heatIndian Summer in Free Verse More Like This
beneath the angry sun
I lie among blood stained
sweat drenched sheets,
still I would half believe
it was only a fever dream.
She knows that I am weak
and she has horns, while
once more she is on the
rampage, she would tear
my life apart.
I hide behind cynicism,
cloudy eyes, and tobacco
colored fingertips, a ready
wit dangling from parched lips.
But she charges through
these defenses like a bull
with red in its eyes and a
one track mind, she is taut
full of electric physical energy.
I always manage to laugh
just at the wrong time
with a smile that betrays me
in a sneer, and she reads
all of my lies.
I know it is only a matter
of time before she aims her
knife right for my heart
and even I could not
Helpless, caught between
the unyielding glare of Summer
sun and her smoldering inferno
I no longer keep track of the
countless things I have done
to turn the temper of her moods.
You Haunt Me StillYour voice haunts meYou Haunt Me Still in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I feel I will never be free
the scent of you lingering still
to my core it gives me a chill.
There's no escape
in the shadows I see your shape
drifting still down these darkened halls
breathing out of the very walls.
This was our home
now you're gone yet I'm not alone
for some part of you still remains
bond to these memories like chains.
Break the SilenceThey marched inBreak the Silence in Free Verse More Like This
with their small black eyes
and razor smiles.
they could silence
their oily shadows.
twisting yourself inside
like a spreading disease
you can never wash clean.
Upon your knees
will you kneel
quivering, holding your
tongue until you
can barely breathe?
What is life
when you are left
crawling through the mud
polishing their jack boots
with a tongue
proven good for nothing else?
And what could
sordid lips kiss
but a waiting
Are you so content
to bear their
shame with freedom
only a mouthful away?
will you too grant
them the satisfaction
is your greatest weapon
which never can be ripped
out, only wasted
by your own asphyxiating
And would leave them
reduced to the
filthy piss stained
swill they always
Death's DanceShe was called away from her slumbering dreamDeath's Dance in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
yet not awake nor asleep she walked in a trance
like a puppet on a string let into the dance
naked and white beneath the moons gleam.
Her lips part O in a silent scream
slender toes across the hard stones made to prance
with death's shadow she engaged in this romance
slipping under the cold rushing waters of a stream.
Sleep Forever MoreDeath awaited upon her lipsSleep Forever More in Free Verse More Like This
stolen with a kiss,
as red bloomed upon her cheek
for the fire that burned inside,
But her eyes were winter eyes,
brittle, yet hardened with the cold,
they pierced the flesh in a look
which brokered no compromise.
Her skin as white as the pale snow,
so easy to bruise
beneath the least indents left behind,
but she laughed beneath the grave
of leaves, which decayed
around her body.
Fingers rose like shallow roots
to devour precious nutrients
just along the surface of the flesh,
they burrowed in and drank dry
the host like a parasite,
But her smile was a beguile
for it borrowed from the spring,
there was sweetness in her scent
like the air after rain.
She could be in dreams
the beauty fallen from grace,
the damsel in distress,
and sleep forever more
when caught in her embrace
with twining arms of decadence.
The Fall.......The Fall of La Belle Dame Sans MerciThe Fall....... in Free Verse More Like This
You have me lashed down
upon your altar of sacrifice
naked flesh torn and twisted
laid down beneath the chains
you bind me to.
My wings severed
there is no room left for escape
as I stare into the hopeless
sky above and cry my tears
in pools of moonlight.
You've ensnared me
in your midnight eyes
caught my reflection before the
sacred water and stole
my breath away in the final hour.
Now I am bound down tight
against cold hard stone
and your touch is like
fire and ice in one.
Countless the souls
I stole away with me
to collect upon my distant shelves
and the hearts I have skewed in two
to dance beneath the moon.
But broken I am reduced
to shivering beneath your
shadow where it looms.
Wrapped up tight and shackled
down with naught to do
but wait for the knife
winking as it catches in
the silver light.
Fear and anger burn through
my flesh, but I feel my chest
melt at a glimpse of one last
gleam of your watching eye.
I was weak and let my heart
New MoonNow she sleepsNew Moon in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and total darkness creeps
as the Queen closes her silver eye
a mournful silence falls across the midnight sky
even the wind holds its breath repressing a sigh
pensively waiting for her to wake
and peer into the lake
the Earth quakes.
Dance of DeathWhy must you alwaysDance of Death in Free Verse More Like This
be tempted in your dance of death?
Yearning toward your artificial suns
in a struggle against the darkness
in which you were born.
You are like the scattered souls of Icarus,
living now in a sea of black,
messengers of the underworld
drawn to the burning flame.
This is your eternal torment
for seeking beyond your nature,
a man who thought he could fly
among the birds and beyond,
so you nocturne children want
to embrace the light.
Will you never learn to find peace
within the darkness of the night
and forsake your self-destructing ambitions,
diving forever into the burning fire.
The Queen of BeastsShe watched with still eyesThe Queen of Beasts in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
a monument of poise
in her suit of gold
the mother of the Pride.
A monument of poise
as her muscles tense
preparing for the strike
the final death blow.
In her suit of gold
she reins over the land
she is there backbone
keeping her family alive.
The mother of the pride
with soft deadly eyes
showing both compassion