To the girl teaching herself to fly:To the girl teaching herself to fly:To the girl teaching herself to fly: in Free Verse More Like This
don't promise me tomorrow.
When you look at me, tell me what you see:
anechoic screams? a misty morning
looking for signs of winter?
This is summer;
soft blue trees,
rustles in the wind.
Here, at the end of all things,
it started with two fish kites--
(in)different of weather and season
you heard my voice,
my childish wish
(still, secrets remain;
I can't stand the rain or
the Berkeley sky).
But to you,
only sky is the limit;
you were always like a tidal wave.
So don't wait up for me--
LitanyLitanyLitany in Free Verse More Like This
I would like to tattoo
a poem on my skin, or perhaps
only a few choice lines, the important
ones that I'll never forget.
But one line, one poem, would never
suffice; there are so many
more words than that, so many
that have engraved themselves
on my heart. I would spend every day
scrawling new words, new poems, new
epigrams and witticisms onto my skin, adding
to a history of loves and losses -
a current of words that starts
at my hands and continues up my arms,
coiling lazily around my neck then dropping
to tenderly spiral around my heart.
It would never stop with one.
[and that's the reason
i refuse to let you write your name
on my hand
you are already always
My Words are a Waste of PaperI tend to buy journalsMy Words are a Waste of Paper in Free Verse More Like This
and leave their pages blank.
They are a collection of
beautiful covers and waiting lines
that I don’t want to mar
with the sin of my
crowded letters and ink smears.
They say that every word has a meaning
(some two or three),
but my soul has never spilled out
any with worth.
Every letter I put down
makes me want to rip a page out,
but then it’ll no longer be a goal;
instead, it’ll be broken and ugly
just like me.
We Traded Our Hearts for StarsFor every boy I ever kissed,We Traded Our Hearts for Stars in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
the trembling of her lips matches yours.
(Poet, breathe now.)
I should write this down,
the last piece I ever write about you.
You’ve been gone finding
constellations, ambitions, and things in between,
and this is me being brave,
dancing on the fire escape.
(I wore you like a bruise.)
UndyingUndying:Undying in Free Verse More Like This
How many days do you spend now, putting me down?
The coffin call for a dead man waiting around
"He's just an underground laughing stock, never to rise"
But on the seventh day I'm coming back; these are my ties!
The kind of promise that you made with the devil inside
You try to take away my soul, but I take it in stride
I ain't a doll that is crushed by the weight of his pride
I am the real and the raw of the things you denied!
You're playing snake games, selling oil, pass it off strong
You're just a pot head, weed dead, smoking your bong.
You try to look away, play and hide; apathy's best
But I'm the kind of bad boy you don't put to the test!
-Chen Yuan Wen, 7th February 2013
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
Waking NightmaresWaking Nightmares:Waking Nightmares in Free Verse More Like This
It begins in the same way, every single night
Fire spreading from an altar in the darkness
As all living beings are slowly consumed,
The coruscating flames appear wet with blood
The scene then changes to a flooded hallway
Live wires dangling just above the water,
Like venomous serpents slithering in the darkness
A single pounce would end my life
Eventually the hallway ends with a door,
One that reminds me of forgotten yore
And my thoughts shall be in rhyme at this point
As though lips and tongue are eternally joint
What maddened schemes have they in mind?
It is not a question, I may ask at this time.
Quickly I am brought before a bone-wrought throne
Kneeling as my flesh is carved 'Atone'
My thoughts return to me and they are normal now
I somehow retain awareness of where I am.
I see before me, a creature rising;
From the shadows it grins and bares its fangs
'I am the end, which you so desperately seek,
And the mo
Alone but AliveAlone but Alive:Alone but Alive in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Oh here I am standing,
A lost soul is landing.
The coldest December,
Can you still remember?
Do you even hear me?
There's no one around me!
Oh shadow that I see,
The void right behind me.
Yet still I am breathing;
Yet still I am feeling.
The coldest sensation,
Oh worthless creation!
Are you still crying?
Oh why are you lying - abandoned and cold
Cold like what was left of soul,
Made of all the life you stole.
Walk divine but made of sin,
Worm of hatred squrim within.
Sin of lust and sin of pride,
Lash the tongue that last has lied.
Yours was silver with a promise,
Kiss of death and then you vomit.
Burning bile of ugly treason,
No one else can know the reason.
Left a soul behind to burn;
You are the reason I have turned...
On this cold and endless night...
When I'm finally pierced by the light...
And I awaken from this hell...
ALONE - BUT ALIVE!
Alive and again oh do I dare?
To give this heart and to lay it bare.
When heaven cast its fate
Tired, Exhausted, DrainedTired, Exhausted, Drained:Tired, Exhausted, Drained in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am bloody exhausted! Drained to the core of my soul.
I wake up every morning with bags; burning ever deeper into my eyes.
Sunken masses of flesh, reminding me that the dreamscape -
One in which I sought refuge; is now buried where it lies.
Yet still I force myself to trudge through this wilderness.
Forever caught in a moon drenched, delusory twilight.
An endless cycle of failure and renewed hope;
Giving rise to the very stubbornness that defines me.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 5th February 2013
These Tears Would Come:These Tears Would Come:These Tears Would Come: in Free Verse More Like This
If my tears could tell a story of two -
What would they have to say about you?
Of a boy who spent his whole life seeking
And a girl who found it in the arms of another…
Would they tell us of laughter? Beneath a starlit sky,
Or of harsh words exchanged on bitter nights.
Would they speak of moments, so beautifully captured;
To be enjoyed in memory, like a perfect wine.
Or perhaps they would tell us of an untampered truth:
Of the lonely nights spent longing, for an Eden lost.
Captivated, habituated, to this lonely habit of you;
For her alone, these tears would come.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 31st march 2013
A World of BloodA World of Blood:A World of Blood in Free Verse More Like This
The spirits whisper on a chilling wind
As the blood continues to flow.
I can hear the demons screaming within
As the darkness continues to grow...
Humankind will always be foolish;
Rash decisions are an instinctive need.
But how could they have forgotten our ways;
Tradition is lost to greed...
The zealous will kill the innocent again
As the greedy play out a game of chess.
A book of gods becomes a creed;
It is a ragged shell at best...
My sisters die in the tens of hundreds
And innocent girls are slaughtered like swine.
I'm afraid that in this dying world;
The God of Blood shall dine...
The blind shall follow in his burning steps;
They will see within him a flame and fire.
And he knows that the hearts of passionate men
Are easily laced with glorious desire...
In dreams he calls and grants them strength
He sends his 'angels' to enchant the night.
He turns the blind into seeing creatures
And robs them of the light...
But it is h
A New BeginningA New Beginning:A New Beginning in Free Verse More Like This
On the sea.
With my friends,
Right by me.
We will sail,
To these lands.
But our hands.
Though we feel,
Lost at sea.
We still know,
We are free.
Come and join,
Raise your hands,
We will sail,
To these lands...
"Hoist the flag and let me see, what the jolly roger of Chen shall be!"
-Chen Yuan Wen, 18th February 2012
My Soul, My Dream, My TeamMy Soul, My Dream, My Team:My Soul, My Dream, My Team in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
We are dreamers, we humans.
We reach out eagerly to that which lies above us
Tempted by its unattainable nature and egotistically;
We simplify the task that lies before us...
We climb without any forethought, without preparation;
Recklessly we charge head on for our goal -
And eventually, we lie broken by our failure.
I myself, Captain as you call me,
Am little better than a foolish dreamer.
One who dreams in a childish manner;
Unaware of his impotence, when left alone.
How many times have I been saved by others?
When I lack time, it is my officers who stand,
They keep the ship running smoothly,
Expending hours of precious effort.
When I fall, it is my co-captain who rallies me,
And reminds me of our responsibility -
One that we owe to our readers and friends.
When I write, it is my team - my uncles,
Who lay the path before me;
They give their time and their heart,
Supporting my work from its birth as but a simple idea.
And when I am dow
Gangsta PiratesGangsta Pirates:Gangsta Pirates in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Come here and sit tight, I'll tell you bout the pirating life
It's like we're living on the edge gun-pointed and knife!
See the killer crews stabbin'; the looters start grabbin'
All the little gubbins and bits, the girls are nabbin'!
Rollin' through the seas in a ship that is black,
You asked me for my cannons but you saw I was stacked!
Forty-two, I got em on the prows and sides,
We be the pirates rollin' with the heat on our ride.
Like a tippin' iceberg yeah our crew is tight.
We raidin' merchant ships deep in the dead of the night.
See I'm a ghost-like killer, soul to the swiller,
To think I would have been the son of a miller.
No grains in my coach, just treasure that's fat.
I got me ten trunks full and a chest in the back.
Now we headin' to the seas cause we bury it right?
Ya ain't gonna find where we it put it aight!
No maps, no clues,
We don't touch the booze.
You won't find my treasure
Cause I ain't gonna lose...
"Now then, which ye scurvy dogs remembe
MonstersWhat do monsters look like? Are they fanged and pale? Do they hide under our beds and in our closets? No, the real monsters of this world are not vampires or werewolves. They are our peers. They kill us with words not with fangs. They hide in the very depths of our minds making us believe that we are imperfect, making us believe that we don't belong. When will a superhero come and dry our tears? When will a hero come and rescue us from such monsters? Never. The only way to stop this monster domination is kindness. Whenever your peer says something mean and hurtful to you be a hero and instead of saying something mean back like the monster lurking inside of you wants you to do, say something nice. Turn the other cheek. If you do that then it will spread like a wildfire killing all of the monsters around you within weeks.Monsters in Emotional More Like This