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',
The Enemy WithinThe Enemy Within:The Enemy Within in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I have nothing that I can give
Cause I was never taught to live
How do I know what is pain?
I disappear into the rain
Carry me on angel's arms
Don't let me ever come to harm
The blade will cut into my skin
I face the enemy within...
And I feel him, and I feel him cry
And I feel him, and I feel him cry
What do you want from me?
Take me slowly
Are you the man I'm meant be?
Suddenly the lights go out
I open up and try to shout
Gasping out my final cry
Is this how I'm meant to die?
Lead me home once again
Let me face this world and then-
I will try to get control
Won't let this feeling take it's toll...
And I feel him, I feel him cry
And I feel him, I feel him cry
What do you want from me?
Take me slowly
Are you the man I'm meant be?
Why can't you see?
We'll both be sorry
If you take this life from me!
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
Blue EyesBlue Eyes:Blue Eyes in Free Verse More Like This
A man once told me that blue eyes were best
So I decided I would put these words to a test.
I ran across the globe and found a blue eyed fish
It tasted very tasty when served as a dish
I then went to Ireland to find a blue eyed gnome
Instead I got a Lephrechaun whose name was 'Jerome'
I used him as bait to catch some blue eyed mice
I suppose he now regrets that he lost at dice...
I then used the mice to catch a blue eyed cat
I then used the cat to catch a blue eyed dog
I then used the dog to catch a blue eyed witch
I think I left that one down in a ditch...
In any case...
I returned back home to my quaint boulevard
Where some band named 'Greenday' was out in the yard
I asked the singer what he thought of eyes
But all he muttered was 'cakes are lies...'
Feeling quite unsure about the blue eyed theory
I decided to talk to my friend named Mary
She had a cute face and her eyes were green
So I told her those were the best I'd seen
She invited me home for Coff
Just For Laughs!Babe I know this ain't going to be poetic or nothing,Just For Laughs! in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
But y'know I just have a need to express my feelings:
*Excessive throat clearing*
Roses be red and them violets be blue,
I'm the only Asian kid in the ghetto;
What's up wit chu?
You lookin' at me like, damn you're fine!
Babe you know you blow my mind.
I may not be tall,
But my height is just right.
I'mma sleep on yo chest,
When you get cold at night.
And if yo boyfriend is big,
Then I'mma run right now.
Cause, I don't wanna look like my face is DOG CHOW,
So uh, I'm losin' my train of thought,
I think this is all I got.
Babe I think you're hot,
Gimme yo number, uh, before you get shot.
KidKid:Kid in Free Verse More Like This
I enter the classroom and look around
I sit at my desk and stare at the floor
Nobody here ever tries to talk to me
and I can't really talk to them
I usually wait for class to begin
But ten minutes can feel like an eternity
I wish I could pop in my earphones
But they cut them in half yesterday...
Sometimes I hear them talking about me
But the words are always the same
They say it so much that I start to believe;
That I'm really what they say I am
Ugly, fat, stupid, beast;
These are the lightest words that they use
I wonder why they have to do it to me
But I don't know what it's like to be normal
Lunchtime is usually not so bad
I try to keep to myself wherever I can
It didn't work so well today though
Because they noticed me sitting in the corner
The biggest one in the group decides to approach me
His words sound like he's speaking in tongues
My heart seizes up and I'm too scared to react
So he ends up pouring milk over my head
Sound of RainThink for a moment: Is the sound of rain, truly what you are hearing?Sound of Rain in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Imagine this, you're sitting there in your underwear (don't try to pretend you're not). It's raining outside and you've been browsing the internet for the past seven hours. It's already 3:13 a.m. in the morning and a sudden hint of nervousness seizes you. It's silly really, you don't have to attend school, nor do you have work in the morning, but somehow you still feel as though you should force yourself into bed.
You crawl under the covers and bring the blanket up to your chin. Your mind runs over all the things you've done today and you stare at the ceiling, trying to find a comfortable spot on the bed, listening to the sound of rain as it goes pitter-patter on your window. Yet, somehow, the rain sounds different tonight. You feel a strange sinking in your chest and a rising sensation of fear.
The pitter-patter no longer sounds like gentle droplets of water hitting the glass. It sounds more
How NOT to do an RPGYou are a mighty warlock. Your parents were eaten when you were a child, by bears, with guns, from the ghetto. They were gangster bears and your parents owed them money, you poor thing...You then somehow discovered that you had a twin brother who became the demon lord of an evil empire--lucky bastard. The world is now on fire and it's the fault of your family. You feel, despite your many years of being a crotchety recluse, that it is up to you to save the world. You decide this one morning, after getting out of bed. What do you do now?How NOT to do an RPG in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
> Five more minutes...
You sleep for five more minutes, but your pressing desire to save the world rouses you.
> No it does not.
Yes it does.
> Kill myself.
I recognize the fact that you've made a decision, given however that it is a 'stupid ass decision', I have elected to ignore it. What do you do?
> Wake up, grab a brush and put a little make-up. Hide the scars to fade away the shake-up!
You head into your bathr
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
To The Beautiful YouTo The Beautiful You:To The Beautiful You in Free Verse More Like This
Here we are, sitting behind these screens of glass,
Reading lines of text, yet smiling, laughing and crying.
It's strange to think that I could have this much fun -
Considering that I've never met you before, but then again
Perhaps that's the reason why I don't have to pretend.
Some people might tell me, that what we have is just a fantasy,
I doubt I'll have the chance to actually see you in this life-time.
But even so, in the time that we've spent together - Well,
I feel as though I've connected with you, more than anyone else.
I feel as though I know you better, than those just a few feet away.
You might take this little confession as something silly,
Maybe you'll even forget about it as time passes,
But I for one could never forget about someone like you,
And so I'd like to dedicate this piece, to the beautiful you.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 17th December 2012
PewdieCry: Mistakes CH. 14 0.0Chapter FourteenPewdieCry: Mistakes CH. 14 0.0 in Short Stories More Like This
Cry laid in the guest bed, half asleep. He couldn't actually fall asleep, but he was so tired... The stalemate that haunts everyone. He tried playing a game or two on his phone, and even listening to some music, but he couldn't seem to fall asleep.
Eventually, he got up and walked quietly to the kitchen, getting something - Anything - that could help him fall asleep. He grabbed some milk, warmed it up a little, got a glass of water, and walked back to the room.
Setting the water down, he drank the entire glass of milk, then took a sip of water. He hated the aftertaste of milk that one gets after a couple hours. He laid back down and closed his eyes, trying to sleep, forcing himself to not move at all.
Somehow, he actually managed to fall asleep, though he didn't remember when. But he woke with a start when he realized that someone was standing beside his bed, watching him. He blinked, trying to see in the darkness. At first, he thought it might be
PewdieCry: Mistakes CH. 12 WAI SO SHORT, WAAAIChapter TwelvePewdieCry: Mistakes CH. 12 WAI SO SHORT, WAAAI in Short Stories More Like This
Three months literally dragged by for Cry. He worked on videos and tried his best to distract himself. He even looked into finding a girlfriend - It was hard to find a woman who hadn't heard of Cry. But, the date didn't go very well... Let's just leave it at that.
And when Pewdie offered for Cry to come back to Sweden for a little while, on the account that Cry told him he got a girlfriend, Cry didn't hesitate to accept. It was technically the truth - He did find a girlfriend, even if it was only for one date.
Pewdie carried some sheets to the guest room, changing the ones on the bed. Marzia saw him and frowned. "What are you doing?"
"I'm setting up the guest room." Pewdie said, tucking the sheet corners under the bed.
"... Is Cry coming back?"
Pewdie glanced back at her when she went silent and saw her face lit up a little. He gave her a confused smile. "What are you so happy about?"
"I'm just glad you two
PewdieCry: Mistakes CH. 3Chapter ThreePewdieCry: Mistakes CH. 3 in Short Stories More Like This
Cry woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs. He sat up and realized that he had never changed out of his clothes from the day before. Groggily getting out of bed, he quickly slipped on a T-shirt and pair of jeans.
Walking out into the kitchen, Cry saw Pewdie cooking some eggs, his back to him.
"Morning..." Cry greeted with a yawn.
Pewdie jumped a little, but turned and smiled at Cry. "Morning." He pointed to a plate on the counter. "That's yours."
"Thanks..." Cry muttered, taking the plate and walking into the small dining room. He was soon joined by Pewdie, who sat across from him. They ate in an awkward silence. After a moment, Pewdie asked: "Did you want to play Portal Co-Op, after this?"
Cry shrugged. "Maybe - Not right now. I'm not really feeling up to it today, I guess."
"Well, I'll be playing some more Condemned, then." Pewdie said casually. Back to silence. As soon as Cry finished eating, he picked up his plate and put it in the sink, leaving Pewdie i
PewdieCry: Mistakes CH. 4Chapter FourPewdieCry: Mistakes CH. 4 in Short Stories More Like This
Pewdie waited until Cry left the room to let out a sigh. He rubbed his eyes and looked down at his hands. He hadn't meant to get so angry at Cry. His old friend just hit a nerve. And Pewdie didn't even know if Cry was wrong about what he said, either. He glanced down the hallway that led to the guest room. The lights were turned off.
Pewdie rubbed his beard, then sighed. "I'm an idiot..." He got up and walked down the hallway, to the guest room.
Cry was half sitting up half laying on the bed, his legs crossed, his fingers linked on his stomach. As soon as Pewdie entered the room, Cry opened one eye to loook at him. When he saw who it was that was blocking the light in the doorway, he closed his eye again.
"What?" Cry asked, impatiently shaking one of his feet.
Leaning against the door, Pewdie gave Cry a sideways sympathetic smile. "I'm sorry." He said, after a moment.
This time, Cry opened both eyes. "For what?"
"For... getting so angry at you." Pewdie
PewdieCry: Mistakes CH. 15 LE GASPChapter FifteenPewdieCry: Mistakes CH. 15 LE GASP in Short Stories More Like This
Pewdie sat on a chair in a hospital room. It was only a recuperation room, luckily. The doctor had gotten the bullet out of Cry's shoulder - They said he was lucky he didn't get any permanent damage to his arm. There will be a permanent scar, though.
Cry hasn't woken up yet, and Pewdie hasn't slept. He didn't know how long it's been. He'd been sitting beside the bed, the whole time, gripping Cry's hand. He was scared to let go.
Often, as he sat there, Pewdie thought about what would have happened if it was Marzia or himself who got shot. He actually got a call from Marzia, who said the the intruder had been caught - They had stolen some money. The reason they shot Cry was because he woke up and saw the burglar. They had freaked out, thinking Cry could see them, and shot point blank at him.
A nurse and the doctor who preformed the surgery walked in, coming to check on Cry. Pewdie barely looked up, but he still saw the confused look on their faces when
PewdieCry: Mistakes CH. 13 GFJKFJFAChapter ThirteenPewdieCry: Mistakes CH. 13 GFJKFJFA in Short Stories More Like This
Cry waited silently in the hallway, trying to calm himself before knocking on the door. He was standing outside Pewdie's door, gripping two pieces of luggage and a large black backpack slung over his shoulder.
Hesitantly knocking, Cry waited for someone to answer the door. He expected Pewdie to get Marzia to answer - Afterall, they hadn't left on very good terms. But, to his surprise, it was Pewdie who answered.
"Sup." Cry grinned, unable to help himself.
Pewdie grinned back, trusting Cry. "Hey, bro - Come on, you know where the guest room is." He beckoned his friend in.
Cry walked in, heading straight for the guest room. He felt like a prisoner who just got out of jail, but is still on probation - He had to watch were he stepped, had to make sure he didn't crunch any toes. He was definitely glad to be back, though.
Suddenly, Cry almost fell. An extra hundred pounds had just clung to his back, forcing him to use the wall to keep his balance. He
PewdieCry: Mistakes CH. 11 SuPeR ShOrTChapter ElevenPewdieCry: Mistakes CH. 11 SuPeR ShOrT in Short Stories More Like This
Pewdie silently drove Cry to the airport, barely speaking at all. Cry, likewise, said nothing and stared out the window. Eventually, Pewdie muttered "Come back in a couple months once you've sorted yourself out, Cry."
Cry looked up at him. He wanted to ask him something, but he was certain it would just start another argument. Instead, he just shook his head and pulled the plane ticket out of his pocket. "I guess I'll see you, then." He muttered.
Pewdie pulled into the airport parking lot, turning the engine off. He turned to Cry. "I'm serious. Don't come back until you know what you're doing. We can still Co-Op and stuff, but if you bring any of this up on recording, I'll have to hunt you down and punch you."
Simply shrugging, Cry got out of the car, taking his stuff out of the trunk, once Pewdie popped it, and walking to Pewdie's side of the car. He tapped the window and gave Pewdie a peace sign before walking away.
PewdieCry: Mistakes CH. 16Chapter SixteenPewdieCry: Mistakes CH. 16 in Short Stories More Like This
It's been only a couple days since Cry entered the hospital with his bullet wound. Luckily, Pewdie's friend should be discharged within the week.
Marzia walked into the living room, where Pewdie was sitting with his laptop on his knees. "Have you seen the paper?" Marzia asked him as she gripped a mug of tea. She had the newspaper tucked under her arm. "Cry's in it."
She handed the paper to Pewdie. Cry's story was on the front page, though he has remained anonymous by request. One particular part of the news clipping made him frowned.
Elliot Sigvard, 23, is charged for theft and attempted murder. He was sentenced to nineteen years in jail. Sigvard, who pleaded guilty to the shooting and theft, was given the chance be bailed from jail. Sigvard's parents payed to have their son out jail. Sigvard is now on probation and will...
Pewdie ignored the rest of it. "That's a little unsettling." He murmured.
"I'll say. It makes me wonder if he's going to come b
PewdieCry: Mistakes CH. 9 Marbles on Glass..Chapter NinePewdieCry: Mistakes CH. 9 Marbles on Glass.. in Short Stories More Like This
"Hey, Cry!" Pewdie called from the front entryway. Cry sighed and slowly got up, walking out to his friend. Pewdie was standing next to a girl who was about as tall as him with bright blond hair and sharp blue eyes. She wore a small black dress and had matching pumps on.
Pewdie gestured to her. "This is a friend of Marzia's; Her name is Gertrude. She likes to swim. She's had a long distance relationship, before, and she can fluently speak French, Swedish, English and Klingon, or some crap like that."
Gertrude frowned, but nodded. She gave Cry a small wave. "Hi." She smiled.
"Pewdie, what is..." Cry blinked as Marzia walked by in a strapless, deep purple dress that reached her knees. He noticed Pewdie had a pin striped vest on over a dress shirt, wearing dress pants. Cry sighed. "Are you kidding me, Pewdie?"
Pewdie flashed him a warning glare. "Now go get on something nice, Cry."
"I don't have anything nice with me."
Pewdie glanced over at Marzia, who nodded a
PewdieCry: Mistakes CH. 10 Better than TwilightChapter TenPewdieCry: Mistakes CH. 10 Better than Twilight in Short Stories More Like This
The moment Cry closed his door, he started packing. He didn't know when he was leaving, but when he did, he wanted to be ready.
He stuffed all his packed bags under the bag, so it was all together. He left everything out except for his laptop, which he turned on and opened up the browser. He typed in the name of the nearby airport (Which he barely remembered) and searched for the flight times.
The door opened, Pewdie sticking his head in hesitantly.
"What?" Cry asked, not looking up.
"What's wrong with you? I try doing something nice to help you, and you freak the hell out." Pewdie frowned.
"Because I don't want a girlfriend..." Cry murmured, his tone slightly aggravated. "... You know that. I don't understand why you can't see that." He looked back at his laptop. "The fact that you tried to set me up with a random chick hurts."
Pewdie glanced behind him, then stepped in, closing the door behind him. "Cry, I can't stand to watch you do this to yo
Manual on Hopeless RomanticismDylan, Welcome!Manual on Hopeless Romanticism in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You probably picked up
This sexy piece of literature
To find out how to pick up
That really hot chick you always see
In the bus Tuesday mornings by
Finding out how to fill all those
Holes in your personality.
Well, too bad!
Remember everything your ex
Has ever said to you.
She gave you a cute nickname?
Now write it on your arm, your dick,
Anywhere you’ll see it daily.
She finds your skinny ass-arms
She made out with your best friend?
Bet your sweet ass you’ll remember.
Maybe you’ll even write it on his tombstone
Later, after you kick his ass. Who knows?
“They” said the best way to be happy
Is to move on.
“They” are wrong and stupid.
Don’t ever go outside of the house.
Instead, sit on your ass and
Spend 6 hours a nights watching
Community re-runs. You
Are in love with Alison Brie and don’t
Let anyone tell you
You’ll never end up together.
She’s dating James Franco?<
StoryI know you have a story hiddenStory in Free Verse More Like This
In your chest but you’re
Afraid to wear it on your sleeves
For everyone to see. No need
To worry – I’ve seen scarred arms,
I’ve known people who let their
Demons take over their hearts.
Your story is just as valid as
Mine; even if it’s just a fairytale.
Stapled (Moving Forward)He stapled his mindStapled (Moving Forward) in Free Verse More Like This
To his feet,
So that he will never
Do anything he
But it turns out,
He could could no
Longer move forward.
UntitledHe’s looking for a WOMAN – He says,Untitled in Free Verse More Like This
The previous was lacking, too unpredictable.
He wants the curves of a Sine function without
The head to comprehend it, I suppose.
A soulless monument that he could squeeze
His own into for his own enjoyment.
She told me, she’s looking for a MAN,
With arms of steel that can shoot
To the heavens; with a body like shields
That could protect her from
The cruel titans of the world.
In the corner of the room,
There’s a person resting
In Solidarity – silently waiting
That never showed up.
10 Things I Wish I Could Tell You1.10 Things I Wish I Could Tell You in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Didn’t you ever find it creepy while we dated?
You were 14 and I was 17 at the time.
That’s a pretty large age gap.
Thinking back, it’s pretty fucking weird that I was ever in love with you in the first place.
A few years older, and I would have been a pedophile.
So I’m kind of glad you dumped me for no reason ‘cause
I don’t have the heart to tell people
Oh it’s not what you think!
It’s not a three year difference – it’s a…2 ½ year difference. Not the same…
Don’t you ever find it weird that we kept our relationship so low-key?
None of our closest friends knew we were ever together.
We would talk a hell of a lot about each other with them
But we never once mentioned we were dating.
We only met with each other after school
And I would tell my parents that I was going to meet up with “frien
TreatyThe long warTreaty in Free Verse More Like This
Between the heart and brain
A treaty has been signed.
Bringing harmony between self
We call it poetry.
Paper PlanesWe use to fold paper planes togetherPaper Planes in Free Verse More Like This
By the dinner table after supper.
Once we finished we would write our deepest desires into them
And then throw them into open space.
We would watch as they glided their way
Across the plains.
We would see which one of our planes flew the farthest.
Which one of our dreams went further.
But that too
Like everything in life.
I got older
But I never grew up.
I got busy.
And you did too.
Our conversations now can be put into three categories:
Greetings, food and farewells.
Somehow, we’re both okay with that.
I sometimes pray to the same God that you say you once knew
To the one you still wear around neck
In hopes that maybe, one day,
Things will return
To how they once were.
See, ‘cause the plane that was suppose
To take me from my child to adulthood
Still hasn’t landed. Delayed
By a storm I cannot define.
And I don’t plan on ever leaving the roof
How could I? When I feel
Line BreakingI noticedLine Breaking in Free Verse More Like This
That If I
Split my thoughts
Into Lines breaks,
People enjoy it.
I wonder how much I’ll start
To hate myself
For this shit.
Ocean WaveYou passedOcean Wave in Free Verse More Like This
Like an ocean wave.
HeartbeatI’ve twisted my skinHeartbeat in Free Verse More Like This
Like clay, to match
‘cause I can’t lie and say
“I don’t want to fuck you.”
Lately, every night
I’ve been feeling
A different heatbeat.
But her heart beats with
A different rhythm
Every time she opens herself up.
And every time she’s around
It’s like light kissing my eyes.
And I realize that,
Even with a pounding headache
And bottles, now only filled with
Sorrow lying by the bedroom floor,
I want to make breakfast together,
I want to mark down days on the
Calendar, I want to…nevermind.
It was probably just the shitty wine.
NaPoWriMo: Day 10 Have you ever been so cold, Sweetheart,NaPoWriMo: Day 10 in Free Verse More Like This
your knees q u a k e d like that Jenga piece
that buckled just before your whole foundation
& no matter
how many times
I've restarted your heart,
one would think
I'd grow tired,
I'm still writing you in poetry
(in the most inappropriate of places.)
You forced yourself beneath my blades
& my fingertips,
Licking unstable knees,
you were death on my tongue:
angry apricot eyes, unforgivable sin
scaring my limbs &
haunting my dreams.
& I'd still try to save your fucking life.
-this windowpane loneliness- in Free Verse More Like This
has devoured too many stars
making love to ocean beds.
You should never attack a poet,we are the best at exploiting weakness.You should never attack a poet, in Free Verse More Like This
the night you took a scalpel to my chest
& fed my heart to the stars,
you told me i could hate you
if i needed to.
with an exorcism
i tried to cast you out
of my body.
i was contorted limbs:
the language of tongues
trying to find myself
in the cosmos
of lit kerosene fingertips,
& the kinds of habits
that only choke me at 3am -
when my eyes aren’t yet heavy
enough for sleep;
my mind tells me to do awful things.
between fucking &
you are the calories
in the mathematical equation
i think of shy moons
and i don’t eat for three days.
you only liked me
when this poetic tongue
space shrapnel aside-
you’re too far down now
for even the stars
to graph you into their maps.
Ways to conquer heartbreakDance with fistfuls of roses, shred their petals one by one and wear their thorns like armor.Ways to conquer heartbreak in Free Verse More Like This
Write your secrets between the folds of paper cranes and tuck them safely between the empty spaces of your castle ribs.
Open your broken heart to hummingbirds, allow them the warmth and shelter of your arms.
Rebel. Tape poetry to your limbs, Cummings and Sandburg and Sexton.
Take a walk outside of your skin for a while, run with wolves.
Extinguish that forest fire that’s been curling too long in your lungs.
Be that lionhearted girl those snobby poets always write about.
Allow that cavern of stars in your throat to speak your truths in uppercase letters, in free verse yet to be proofread.
Write about wars and victory.
Be the hero.
She Talks With MonstersThis girl never had a fear of monsters.She Talks With Monsters in Free Verse More Like This
She allowed them to rest on the insides of her eyelids,
the crook of her neck, the empty spaces of her chest cavity.
She had no fear, there were much scarier things in this world
than darkness, clawing at her back. Living for the night
she etched her dreams upon the bars of her cage
whispering of centuries past because she truly missed the sun,
grass on her back. Frosty Decembers have her forgetting
what it feels like to love, but she knows who she is
she doesn't need the taste of cigarette ash
suffocating her inside her own flesh.
November skies tore open this night,
ripping a hole in her bedsheets.
It is in those dark spaces between
bone marrow and heartbeats that she finds herself-
tattered and breathless, whispering dark secrets
into a strangers ears. Her origami limbs folding
like patterned paper only to reach desperately
for the sun kissed frills of Apollo's robes.
Post MortemI am a walking, talking universe of dead poetsPost Mortem in Free Verse More Like This
who tattoo their stanzas into my flesh
with ghostly, typewriter fingers.
I live and breathe their worldly disasters
like a nicotine addiction I've never had.
Drowning in their scribbles
I kiss their shoreline romances,
envy their Annabel Lee's,
& carry their hearts in my heart.
I am 7am coffee on Sunday mornings:
a half drunk, hungover limerick
waiting to happen.
I am jealousy:
nothing more than weak words,
& a tongue-tied cliche-
but death becomes me.
NecromancyShe thinks there are nebulaeNecromancy in Free Verse More Like This
in the rough of my gutter bones,
some stargazing sanctuary
for lonely outcasts to lay their heads.
I am but a car crash,
& red inked corrections
on crosshatched skin.
Made up of moans,
the clutching of bedsheets;
I am contemplating
ripping my ribs apart
I never had a heart at all.
But my moon shy love;
she is determined
to try & wake the dead.
roses and brier“I’ve never planted roots-“roses and brier in Free Verse More Like This
believing her body to be
on a road trip
“Well—“ I smiled,
“let’s be like roses & brier.
We will go nowhere, together.”
Mirror MeIn the mirror,Mirror Me in Free Verse More Like This
I see me.
Am I really the pretty?
She doesn't like the way I lie,
Neither will I,
till the day I die.
Sticks and stones won't brake her bones,
but emotions get to her.
She looks like she's in a lot of pain.
I would to,
if I was scared of rain.
She gives me a smile that is fake,
I can feel her dreams begin to break.
She's all alone,
I stifle a groan.
She suddenly begins to cry,
I begin to wipe her eyes.
She hurts more,
than I did before.
we are one and the same.
neither of us,
can be part of,
something that's bigger.
Listen"Listen!"Listen in Free Verse More Like This
I am told,
To the screaming silence,
To the rivers of gold.
To the winter's night,
To the summer's day,
To the moon's sight,
To the kids at play.
To the earth's song,
To the mother's cry,
To the warrior's gong,
To the leader's try.
To the butterfly's wings,
To the first place winner,
To the children's swings,
To the unknown sinner.
To the broken hearts,
To the angel's heaven,
To the artist's arts,
To the wanted's safe haven.
To the rich's money,
To the poor's life,
To the bees' honey,
To the kitchen's knife.
MonologueInspiration,Monologue in Free Verse More Like This
can be anything,
and come at
It can flow
a ripple in
an ocean of
I have to write
it down. To keep
it all straight.
Being able to
able to see,
things that people
miss. Being able
no one is able
to fathem. It's
not black or
white, I see.
I see the rainbow,
Expressing hidden emotions,
apologizing for something
you couldn't help.
That's what poetry does for
me. Remain a secret, an
anonymous tip. So, no one
truly knows me.
Don't play with fire.I love fire.Don't play with fire. in Free Verse More Like This
The red, orange, and blue.
Reach for it,
stinging pain pulses;
Love is a lot like fire:
someone always gets burned.
Don't play with fire.
KinleyAirplane,Kinley in Free Verse More Like This
Crash and burn.
I knew that person.
She use to breathe.
She use to laugh.
She use to play volley ball.
She use to play Clarinet.
She use to sit in the seat in front of me.
She use to like the color orange.
She use to be #20.
What if the next is someone closer?
I can't risk that.
GraysonAirplane,Grayson in Free Verse More Like This
Crash and burn.
He use to breathe.
He use to laugh.
He use to play soccer.
He use to like the color blue.
He use to be #9.
He was the oldest,
Almost out of high school.
Happily Never After...And they lived happily ever after.Happily Never After in Free Verse More Like This
Happily ever after
Is only for fairytales.
Happily ever after
Is a fantasy away from reality.
If happily ever after was real,
I wouldn't cry,
You wouldn't leave,
We could be fine,
But the joke would be on me.
You weren't Prince Charming.
I wasn't a princess.
Only in my nightmares,
Are we together.
I guess we weren't meant to be,
But, to me,
You're my everything.
Beautiful PainLoving you,Beautiful Pain in Free Verse More Like This
has made me think,
of things that I
wouldn't if you were
has made me believe,
in things that I
couldn't if you were
had made me hurt,
and the pain
just like you.
GuiltI cried;Guilt in Free Verse More Like This
For the first time in months,
How can five words,
Destroy a person?
I loved you!
How do you repay me?
I never did like you.
From the start?
How could you be so cruel?
How dare you play with me?
I wasted my love over you!
Why did you talk to me?
We use to be close!
What did I do?
After more than a year,
You finally confess,
That you never liked me!
Do you know what you’ve done?
Hope you have a better life now that I’m not in it.
Why did you do this to me?
While It BurnsWhy does a moth flyWhile It Burns in Free Verse More Like This
Directly into the flame?
Perhaps its captivated
By the beauty to be found
In such pure recreation
It flies so surely
Into its own death
Because it believes
The flames of rebirth
Will allow it a second chance
And perhaps that this time...
It will appear a butterfly.
Perhaps this is the only thing
It can force itself to believe
While it burns.
All I WantI want someone to talk toAll I Want in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
it may not sound like much
but its all I want of you
I want to never be alone
to never be forced to hear
the silent creaks of my home
I want someone to share with me
to give me the pieces of their day
through tiny conversations, and hearty stories
till there's nothing left to say
I want someone to stay with me
on those many cold nights
when the only thing that can keep me warm
are their sweet whispered delights
I want someone
it hardly matters who
to stick with me
and stay with me through
the transgressions of my days
the weaknesses of my soul
and share the same with me
make me feel whole
I want to someone to talk to
someone's whose hand I can clutch
All I want is a true friend
Surely that isn't too much
I Want To Live In A World Without GodI want to live in a world without GodI Want To Live In A World Without God in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Without the dream of Heaven
Or simple fear of Hell,
Without the love of one
Who would be so willing
To destroy under the pretense
Of a higher meaning,
Oppresively stopping me
From even simply lying
Even if its to myself,
To my own heart and mind
Or loving someone completely
Since he'll rip them away from me
To appease his own jealousy
Without the punishment of death
A testament to the cruelty
Of this so called Saviour
Who would allow us to live
To fight our battles
In a bitter world of his own design
While leaving us with
The complete certainity
That the war has already been lost .
Without the cruelty of pain
That builds with the progression of life
Mounts after every year
Attacks after every second.
I instead want to live in a world
Molded within my own selfishness
One without children sitting on the streets
With arms so thin
They aren't be able pick up
The bread you try to hand to them.
my brother's room holds both heaven and hellHe envelops himselfmy brother's room holds both heaven and hell in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
in covers and darkness
lest he see the nightmares
lest he see the nightmares
He tells me
in pained whisper
of the hate
discarded angels sing
from his walls
how god damns
the souls of those
so irreparably broken as him.
I try fashion my love
into a weapon that could
smite even those which god
could only nail to his walls
but my weapon is wasted
For these enemies are ones
I'll never see.
He tells me
in weakened screams
of the love
whisper from darkened corners
with false faces and intentions
how only they can protect him
how he must die
so he can be free of this burden
And though I use my love to scream
deafening hope to cloud such
I know he
In a Little Girl's MindThere sits the girl with the things in her eyesIn a Little Girl's Mind in Free Verse More Like This
Monsters, destruction, and sweet butterflies
Hopscotch and daisies, surrounded by screams
Beautiful dresses now torn at the seams
Crayons and paintbrushes, villains and grins
Young, gladsome innocence, hatred and sins
Little red houses on roads left to fade
Gorgeous moonlight shining off of the blade
Blood pouring out as she cries her own name
Knowing she's forced to take each bit of blame
She could have stopped it and left it behind
All of these things in her troubled young mind
She could have saved them if she dared to try
Rather, though, she left herself there to die.
Now, others watch as she sits on the ground
Keeping their distance and letting her drown
In her own worries and things she won't tell
Waiting for her mind to kill her as well…
And That's Wrong.You're fat.And That's Wrong. in Free Verse More Like This
Or maybe you're
I don't know.
But you're not perfect.
And that's wrong.
Or maybe you're
But you're not perfect.
And that's wrong.
Or maybe you're
But you're not perfect.
And that's wrong.
Or maybe you're
like everybody else?
You're not perfect.
And that's wrong.
LabelsAttention seeker?Labels in Free Verse More Like This
Maybe fighting for acception.
Rather, suffering rejection...
Maybe breaking for direction...
Perhaps dying for correction...
Maybe hurting for affection..
So maybe before you label someone just because you don't feel a connection...
Maybe fix yourself before you point out imperfections.
Think of This..You want to end it?Think of This.. in Free Verse More Like This
Think of this.
You write your suicide note... And you set it on the table.
You take your razor, your silver, two inch razor. And you start to slide it across your wrist. You barely feel a thing. After all, the pain of life is more than the pain of the blade.
And you take that belt you never wore, the one that was too tight, the one you starved yourself to fit into. And you wrap it once, twice around your neck... and you pull it tight.
Barely breathing, you put the ends of the belt on something to hold you up.
Something to strangle you.
Something to kill you.
And you die.
And that's the end, right?
So, so wrong.
Your younger brother, the four year old little boy that you loved so much. He walks into your room, only to find you hanging there, lifelessly. Only to find you with dried tears on your pale face. Only to find your suicide note... the one you left right before you died.
And so he runs in tears to your mother. And she reads the note, barely able to brea
You're Not?You're anorexic if you're thinYou're Not? in Free Verse More Like This
You're not? Then you're obese.
If you're different, you're insane
You're not? Then you're a fake.
If you're happy, you're hiding something.
You're not? You must be emo.
If you're dating, you're a slut.
You're not? You must have no friends.
If you're popular, you're a jerk.
You're not? You're a nobody.
If you're quiet, you must be disabled.
You're not? You obnoxious freak.
If you're you, you're wrong.
Then you must be perfect.
Get Over It“You’re just sad.”Get Over It in Free Verse More Like This
“Suck it up.”
And the worst?
“Get over it.”
I’m not just sad. I suffer from depression
Waiting for happiness’s resurrection.
I can’t just forget it, it’s in me for good
I can’t do the things that I know I should.
I’m not just sad. I’m broken. I’m lost.
I’ve tried everything to fix it, no matter the cost.
I’ve carried a blade just to hold to my wrist.
I’ve carried a dream inside of my fist.
I’ve talked about it, like they say I should do
But all my efforts are stopped by ignorant people like you.
“You’re just sad.”
“Suck it up.”
And the worst?
“Get over it.”
It's Not Polite To Lie.Hush, sweetie,It's Not Polite To Lie. in Free Verse More Like This
Do not let their judgments define you.
Do not let their hatred construct you.
Do not let their words build you.
Do not let your sorrow swallow you.
Do not let your pain devour you.
Do not let your loneliness change you.
Stop telling yourself lies,
Stop screaming in a whisper that you're
Inside and out.
Stop telling yourself that you're
Stop telling yourself that you're
It's not polite to lie.
Selfish Suicide"People who kill themselves are selfish."Selfish Suicide in Free Verse More Like This
Well, darling, let me tell you a story,
A story all too true.
A daughter who became a wife, a wife who became a mother.
A mother of three girls...
One just above the age of a toddler,
One at the age of twelve,
And one entering the life of a married adult.
Now, the youngest girl was watching television,
And the oldest at the neighbor's home.
The twelve year old daughter sat at a computer with her closest friend,
When something terrifying happened.
Her mother was in the kitchen, coughing.
The daughter, although unable to see her mother, only could imagine the situation.
The mother walked calmly past the daughter with tears rushing down her face,
And up the stairs she went,
Into her bedroom...
Locking the door behind her.
The daughter, hearing the door lock, didn't bother to check on her mother.
She decided to expect and hope for the best.
Five, maybe ten minutes passed, the daughter still sitting at the computer,
When the mother stumbled down the
I tried.I tried.I tried. in Free Verse More Like This
I tried to save you,
But you kept falling.
You wanted to crash.
But I tried.
I tried to protect you
But you kept escaping the shelter.
You wanted the disaster.
But I tried.
I tried to keep us together.
But you kept running.
You wanted to leave me.
But I tried.
I tried to do everything to please you.
But you didn't accept it.
You didn't notice it.
You didn't appreciate it.
You didn't love me for it.
You didn't even care.
You wanted it your way, more than you wanted me.
But I tried.
SchizophreniaSmile.Schizophrenia in Free Verse More Like This
"What are you doing?"
Trying to escape.
Look behind you.
Are they there?
You'll never understand it.
Rip your hair out.
Cover your ears.
They want you to die.
They're out for you.
Shut the door.
Lock it again.
"Are you okay?"
You'll never make it.
Fall to the ground.
"What are you doing?"
"What are you going through?"
"What's wrong with you?"
... "I don't know."
Drunken CookiesDrunken Cookies in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sorry! Oh my GOD, Im sorry
Lees face turned a startling shade of red at the interruption.
Its not what you think Naruto
He quickly pushed the redhead off of him who was giving an extremely sulky expression to the other two boys. Lee abruptly handed over the bag of sweets to his kazekage friend.
The older leaf sighed heavily as his friend snatched at the bag happily before munching away on a cookie. The brown gaze turned to the blonde.
I was teasing him..and he tackled me for the cookies
An icy glare abruptly focused on the blonde, and the older boy.
You should know better. Havent you learned by now? Fool.
Lee laughed slightly at Gaaras reply and turned to Naruto. See? Nothing to worry about, and certainly nothing inappropriate going on. The sound of cookies being eaten halted as Gaara swallowed hurriedly and stared at the two questioningly.
What do you
Shukaku's Fun-2:REWORKEDShukaku's Fun-2:REWORKED in Fan Fiction More Like This
Temari and Kankuro successfully chained Gaara down....
In a steel room....
Gaara started shaking when left alone in the cold, dark chamber.
Im not going to kill unnecessarily anymore. he promised himself fiercely.
The inner demon asked in shock.
Gaaras aqua gaze drifted to the ceiling....
His expression blank as he conversed in his head....
No more. he answered Shukaku flatly.
Yes, I think you will. the demon warned him dangerously.
NO!Gaara battled back....
He was determined not to shed more blood...
It was so useless...
He was insistent on putting his murderous past behind himself....but....
I dont think you remember what happened last time. Shukaku started threateningly.
Oooooh....it felt so good too..... he purred pleasurably.
His memories of that specific incident still haunted him.
Drunk Ninja-7Drunk Ninja-7 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Lee sighed and released Gaara; watching as the redhead took a shaky step away.
Yesh, Gerra. Jush...dun geh carried aweh...hm? The leaf pleaded of his friend...earning a grin in response. Curse noh, Lee-shan. The kazekage headed to the circle of awaiting shinobi excitedly, and Lees brown gaze traveled over the spandex clad body. He mentally agreed with Naruto. Gaara did look excellent in spandex. The material clung to all the right muscles....
Lee smacked a palm to his head and groaned; slumping back on the couch. I....I dun think sho, G-Geji Ma-mayo...
Lee glanced up at the nickname and crossed his arms sulkily..
Ill juss wait over here...
You have to play...
Lee whined in complaint and stomped a foot childishly.
I dun WANT to!
He pouted darkly and leaned back on the couch in refusal.
He could hear hopping and looked up in time to see Gaara hovering over him with a pleading expression.
Gaara's NightmareGaara's Nightmare in Fan Fiction More Like This
Daddy! Daddy! Wake up! an overly enthusiastic voice yelled .jerking the graceful kazekage from his slumber. Daddy? When did he have children? He stared at the little boy in front of him ..with blazing red hair, and dark brown eyes. The sand ninja blinked. Daddy? Surely this child had to be mistaken. But look at that hair .
Gaaras eyes widened as another delinquent skidded into the room, sliding across the floor as she stumbled over her pajamas. The leader rose a hand to his head, feeling his stress level rise. Two children? A boy .and a girl? He studied the small female carefully, staring at her wide brown eyes, her ebony hair, and her ivory skin. The children climbed on the bed with him, snuggling against the shocked leader.
The dazed redhead heard a grunt from beside him, and turned his head .
Lee. Of course. Him and Lee were involved. But where did the children come-
Papa! the little boy screamed, leaping on the leaf jounin.
A Pleasant Trap- part 2A Pleasant Trap- part 2 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Gaara moaned shakily as the mouth enclosed around his shaft slid up a notch; a tongue trailing over the tip slowly. Even the kazekage didnt know anything could feel like this, and it was aggravating. He had learned to control his emotions, his expressions. He could even control his murderous impulses, to a certain degree. But this was a type of attack he didnt have any experience with. He wasnt sure if he should fight, collapse....or give in. He knew it was wrong; something you didnt do to someone unless you were involved; but the sensations felt too intense. It was impossible to ignore, and he felt a bluish crawling over his body as he hardened inside the mouth; his body responding to the touch.
He closed his eyes; even though he already had the fabric over his eyes. It was an old meditation habit. Closing his eyes and concentrating on slowing down his breathing. If they learned his newly discovered weakness, he would be done for. He never knew that he had sens
A Princes LifeA Princes Life in Fan Fiction More Like This
Gaara was silently standing in a corner of the large room with his eyes downcast respectably.
He was waiting to be of use; he had to stand out of the way or else there would be severe consequesnces. Ones he really didnt want to endure today but it was usually impossible to avoid them since he was the most feared and most hated servant living on the castle grounds.
He had been standing in the same room in the same spot
For an hour atleast. As a servant; there were certain rules; laws really; that he was forced to obey. Most importantly:
1.Dont speak unless spoken to.
2.Dont make eye contact.
3.Dont move an inch during a beating; unless you want it ten times rougher.
The young prince wished he could cover his ears at the endless nagging coming from his fathers council But since it was disrespectful; he grit his teeth and forced himself to listen; and answer.
I will choose who I marry; and I would rather not talk to suitors at the moment. I am
A Pleasant TrapA Pleasant Trap in Fan Fiction More Like This
Gaara was mentally cursing himself at the moment. Cursing himself, his momentary lack of concentration, and his shaking body. He had no idea where he was, due to the fabric over his eyes. He could tell what it was by the metal strip digging into his forehead. And it was seriously pissing him off that someone had used his own headband to blindfold him.
Okay; so he had that figured out. He could tell that he was trapped, it felt hot and humid where he was, so therefore he came to the conclusion it was a very small room, and he was trapped. He tugged in his arms, but felt them restricted by heavy metal chains.
Although he had concluded almost all of his situation, he had no idea where he was, why he was there....or who brought him there. Or why his ass was tingling.
He could hear a faint buzz, followed by a trembling sensation inside him that was causing him to shiver uncontrollably as a undignified moan escaped his lips.
He gasped sharply and went slack in the binds as he felt his
Shukaku's Fun 4Shukaku's Fun 4 in Fan Fiction More Like This
The voice called through his bedroom door. When he had gotten home he had gone straight to his room, and threw himself on his bed. His vow wasnt exactly going as smoothly as he had hoped.
Gaara ignored his sister as she called through the door until .
Gaara! You have a visitor!
She shouted impatiently. Gaara sat up on his bed, a confused expression twisting his face and crinkling the kanji on his forehead. Who the hell would visit HIM?
He inched to the edge of his bed reluctant to leave his room. His bloodlust was burning dangerously. Who is it? he asked suspiciously.
Footsteps were heard .cautiously approaching his room. It is Rock Lee of Konohagakure. I was sent to Suna for a mission and well, I wanted to visit. Lee explained obediently. Why would you want to visit me? I almost killed you . Gaara trailed off still not removing himself from his bed to open the doo
Shukaku's Fun- REWORKEDShukaku's Fun- REWORKED in Fan Fiction More Like This
Gaara had a habit of secluding himself.....always on the rooftop. And tonight was no exception.
He was lying flat on his back....arms crossed over his chest as he stared at the starry sky...pondering what Naruto had said. What he had said about love....and friendship. Bonds?
His gaze removed itself from the sky.....staring now at the edge of the roof as he let out a fretful sigh.
His eyes narrowed as they locked onto a lone, nighttime bird.
A beautiful bird.....
And oblivious to the dangerous boy it was sitting by.
You havent killed anyone today. Shukaku mumbled crankily from inside Gaaras head.
The redhead winced at the tone.
He had a feeling about what was coming next....
Yeah, so? he replied to the demon.....his voice slightly shaking.
Dont get smart with me. I want blood spilled.... Shukaku growled fiercely.
You know..... he trailed off devilishly. Enjoyment.the voice finished in a e