Theme Prompt - ApologizeI have to apologize. I know the words, know their meanings in several different languages. I could say I was sorry until I was blue in the face, to use a human colloquialism that I have never actually seen put into action. But words are meaningless compared to the actions that spawned the need for them.Theme Prompt - Apologize in Short Stories More Like This
What I have done is unforgivable, much as it seemed necessary at the time. I wanted to avoid entangling my friend in the battle again, wanted to let him enjoy the peace and rest he had earned. It was one day I was watching him, trying to decide if I should involve him again, that I was ensnared by silver-tongued words.
I suppose even angels are not above being persuaded by a demon. Especially when that demon's interests coincide with one's own. I wanted him out of the fight and this deal would allow me to give him that. How could I have known that exercising free will, a gift I understand now why it was denied us, I made the worst choice I could have made?
When I lived as Emmanuel, I kn
Theme Prompt - AblazeBenny held out his hand to Dean, waiting for the hunter to shake it. Dean did, smiling in relief as everything he’d been through seemed to be finally finished. But not everything was all right as Benny caught the familiar scent of blood and the sound of hearts beating in chests. He dropped Dean’s hand and doubled over as his fangs grew down over his teeth. Gabriel hissed in alarm as he saw that and pulled Sam behind him, sheltering the younger Winchester in his wings. Dean stepped back cautiously though there was no fear on his face. Oracle and Cas were the only ones who didn’t move, the angel mostly because he was exhausted and the god because he’d seen this coming.Theme Prompt - Ablaze in Short Stories More Like This
“You can control it,” Oracle murmured quietly, eyes ablaze with power as he watched Benny’s struggle. “You control that side of you, not the other way around. Take control of your dark side, Benny.”
Oracle continued to speak in a low, measured tone, hoping desperately t
Theme Prompt - Whiskey and RumWhiskey and rumTheme Prompt - Whiskey and Rum in Free Verse More Like This
The scent in your skin
I can’t get enough of.
Pooling in your throat,
Over your hips and
The small of your back.
The sharp, biting smell
Followed by the sweetness
Lodged deep in your soul.
This is why I saved you,
The scent that defines you.
The good soul it shows.
Now I chase that scent,
Nuzzling into your skin
Whenever you're in reach.
I will show you exactly
The bright light I followed
Through the darkness of Hell.
You deserved to be saved
And will always deserve it.
I will prove it, one kiss at a time.
Theme Prompt - InvincibleI believed myself invincible once. A combination of demon blood, psychic powers, and the influence of a demon I really shouldn't have trusted convinced me I could have taken on God if I needed to. The power was intoxicating; I felt amazing even though it was starting to turn me into something I barely recognized. I wish I could say that it was the demon blood that made me turn on my brother but I can't. That part was me, the frustrations of years of arguments and fighting to be myself against our father coming out.Theme Prompt - Invincible in Short Stories More Like This
During that whole time, I was a world-class fuck-up. I did exactly what I shouldn't have, released something that should have stayed bound for eternity. I didn't listen to the people who really cared about me, to the one person who had an idea of what was going on. I turned my back on all of them to follow the siren call of a demon I think I was starting to love.
Love. Isn't that a whole other ball of thorns. I fell head over heels for a beautiful girl at Stanford and I want
Theme Prompt - GoldenDean hadn’t said anything right away once Benny had told them exactly what he needed a human or an angel for. He was fairly certain he would have snapped and declined, possibly adding a new enemy to the ranks already after them. Dean used the rest of the day to think, Cas a comforting presence at his side. As darkness fell, Benny led them to another cave set in the foothills of the same mountains Dean and Cas had taken shelter in the night before.Theme Prompt - Golden in Short Stories More Like This
Dean checked the cave first since he had the most visible weapon. Cas waited outside, eyes nearly closed from exhaustion. Being trapped here, so far from the reach of the Host, was sapping his strength and there was no way for the angel to replenish his grace. Cas had kept himself quiet and calm for most of his time here but now he was using his grace and it was disappearing quickly.
“Clear,” Dean said shortly, coming back out of the cave and nodding to both Cas and Benny. He took Cas’s arm and led the angel inside the
Theme Prompt - IllusionI’ve lived most of my life surrounded by illusion. Hell, sometimes I was the illusion. When I ran from my family, I created the biggest illusion of all. I pretended I wasn’t who I was, pretended to be a god to escape the pain and fighting that was and was to come. And if that wasn’t a sign that Daddy Dearest didn’t care anymore, I don’t know what was.Theme Prompt - Illusion in Short Stories More Like This
I tried to stay... pure, I suppose is the best word. At first, of course. I only tricked and tormented those who truly deserved it. I stayed away from the debauchery and destruction the other gods seemed to delight in. My sacrifices were always bloodless, always a small prank played by my worshippers on others. But I took that first step, accepted the first taste of blood, and I was lost from there.
Again, my father didn’t intervene and I delved completely into the world I’d chosen. I began asking for blood as sacrifice, the smell and taste more intoxicating than the most potent wine. My pr
Bastion of LifeThat feeling you get, that apathy and disillusionment?Bastion of Life in Free Verse More Like This
When your face grows haggard and pale and lost,
Even children don’t know which way to turn,
It feels like you’re haunted, dogged by flames.
She wears a beautiful guise, fanning those flames,
Yet underneath is her evil, horns and twisted metal.
Simple joys like warm tea spreading its leaves,
Beautiful in a clear teapot then poured into green ceramic,
Or baby shoes, or the sight of a gliding swan,
Turn into ash and ruin, abandoned offices strewn with paper,
Schoolrooms neglected and destroyed, homes wrecked.
The land turns sere, sand and dust cover over it all.
Yet there are bastions of life, green sprinkled with pebbles,
An ocean lapping at a golden beach, a child playing in cotton fields.
Imagine your worries as pyramids, toss them away and leave the desert.
Find the tree who lights your inspiration, gather with those of like mind and heart,
Sometimes lost in buildings of green or wandering near windmils,
Let the dirt c
Theme Prompt - DyingWhile Sam and Dean had their reunion, hugging with relief clear on their faces, Oracle stumbled over to the couch sitting at the end of the hallway. Sitting down gingerly, he swept a hand over his face then let his entire weight go. The chair cradled him and Oracle sighed in relief. That ritual had taken nearly every ounce of power he had. Oracle smiled to himself as he felt the weight of the breath in his lungs, the beat of his heart, and the flowing of his blood. He wondered if this is what mortals felt like, knowing they were dying but not there yet.Theme Prompt - Dying in Short Stories More Like This
He watched as Sam pulled Castiel into the hug and knew that that part of the family was secure. The younger Winchester was the one who had felt awe and love for angels and accepting Castiel was part of that. Accepting the person his brother had apparently chosen was the rest. Gabriel stayed back by the kitchen, eyes roaming over the Winchesters and his brother. There was joy on his face though it was tempered by an old pain. It had been
Theme Prompt - BreatheBreatheTheme Prompt - Breathe in Free Verse More Like This
Even though he's gone.
Pick up the trench coat
All that's left of him.
And keep moving on.
It's what he always
Fought for against family.
The scent of ozone and rain
Fading from the battered coat
And say goodbye to an angel.
Theme Prompt - FoolI am a fool to believeTheme Prompt - Fool in Free Verse More Like This
Things could ever change.
I don't even dream happy
Always running, fighting,
Or playing peacekeeper.
Much like my real life.
It's the definition of
Insanity to try the same
Things over and over again
Expecting a different outcome.
Well, I suppose I am insane
And a fool dancing on the cliff.
Twilight Chronicles III - Ch 1 Twilight Chronicles IIITwilight Chronicles III - Ch 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Back on Track
The subject has displayed extraordinary growth in recent times.
Following the increased activity of Silbius, a warrior driven to conquer the worlds, the subject's powers
Twilight Chronicles III - Ch 10 Qwark's Epic SongTwilight Chronicles III - Ch 10 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
While Penny joins the others during intermission, Qwark decides to turn the cameras in the booth back on.
Captain Qwark: Well, I suppose some of you fans and fighters are feeling a bit bored at the moment. And I know you've been wondering "When do we get to see Captain Qwark in action"? Well, wait no longer! I've composed a brilliant song based on my latest adventure!
Twilight Chronicles IV - Ch 6 TomKatTwilight Chronicles IV - Ch 6 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Silbius' forces are quite busy today. They are attempting, and only barely succeeding, to keep a certain blue hedgehog from breaching their defenses. Fast and formidable as he is, Sonic is unable to penetrate the forces alone, and he is soon forced to withdraw.
Twilight Chronicles V - Ch 6 Static ‘n’ CaticTwilight Chronicles V - Ch 6 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Silbius returns to the bridge followed by a pretty miffed Cardio.
Cardio: I could’ve ended those guys right there! Just one more release and they’d have been nothing!
Silbius: And what of Soda T. Suka? Dispatching Tatsuka’s friends would incur the wrath of a man who is quite a bit more than a mere nuisance. I am not willing to risk such things without the proper preparation and firepower, neither of which we had when he challenged this fleet.
Cardio: You didn’t seem that worried when you gave the order to pull back.
Silbius: I was bluffing, you idiot.
Cardio: Fine. You owe me Level 2 clearan
Twilight Chronicles I - Ch 1 Twilight ChroniclesTwilight Chronicles I - Ch 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It is just another night at the city of Daturnoc . . . until it is attacked. Out of nowhere, weird robot soldiers have appeared and started attackin
Twilight Chronicles II - Ch 1 What Goes AroundTwilight Chronicles II - Ch 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chuck: Letta! Rise and shine! Wake up and smell the orange juice!
A girl of around 16 is rudely woken up by her brother's howling puns.
Letta: My name is Letta Stefan. I'm pretty much an average girl. Okay, there are some things that set me apart. The most important of which is my living with only my older brother and younger sister. Let's see, what else is there about me? ...
Twilight Chronicles V - Ch 2 Pride and the Wizard Who Did ItTwilight Chronicles V - Ch 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The next morning, Tatsuka joins the others on the bridge.
Keefer: Took you long enough.
Tatsuka: Sorry, another weird dream popped up.
Letta: So in plain English, you overslept again.
Keefer: English, or whatever else is being spoken right now.
Chuck: What do you mean? Aren’t you speaking the same language?
Keefer: Unlikely. There’s an interspace translation system connected to all the worlds Daturnoc has come in contact with. It effects worldships as well, so my language only sounds like your language to you.
Penny: So what happens without the system?
Keefer: Well, it can be “turned off” in closed spaces like
Twilight Recollection Ch. 12 MisleadingTwilight Recollection Ch. 12 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
As the Puma gang starts spreading out, the Puma himself sticks with Letta.
The Puma: You here for your brother?
Letta: Yeah. And you… you’re the… Warthog, right?
The Puma: No, I’m the PUMA!
Letta: What even is that?
The Puma: It’s a big cat, and that’s not important right now. Do you know what’s going on?
Letta: Not much. Just that Chuck was coming here. I have to tell him about Penny.
The Puma: That might not be our only problem. He kidnapped that guy Toven, and three of Toven’s friends are already in here searching. (Cell rings) Hang
Twilight Recollection - Ch 7 I’ve the StormTwilight Recollection - Ch 7 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The power finally gets back on in the office of Mayor Regory Roan.
Mayor Regory: Blasted blackouts. Now this will take even longer. (Turns laptop back on)
Captain Batlon: (Enters) The power has returned, Mr. Mayor!
Mayor Regory: I can see that. What about the rest of town? This storm is worse than we thought.
Captain Batlon: I can whole-heartedly assure you that all measures have been taken to avoid any storm-related damage! Never before has this town been so fortified against the forces of nature! And if I’m wrong, may I be struck by—
Mayor Regory: Enough, already! Don
Twilight Recollection - Ch 1 Twilight RecollectionTwilight Recollection - Ch 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Toven: NN, you there?
NN: I'm here, man. Wassup?
Toven: I'm back in Norma now. I decided that home education should come before studying abroad.
NN: Really? How far did you go?
Toven: Honestly, I only got as far as New York before I got second thoughts.
NN: You try their brick oven pizza?
the world we seedrag me in youthe world we see in Free Verse More Like This
keep me inside your mind
because you know
things are changing
and such stories cannot end
not so easily
in times like this
dreams appear while you're awake
like raindrops in Munich
where the summer paints rain in pleasant colours
exodus1. You appeared suddenly. Maybe it was the beer, maybe the waves crushing on my sides, but you were smiling wonderfully, and for a moment I thought I missed some part of you. I don't know which part though; I don't even know if it exists anymore. It was glorious in the happiest way. The sky is black; blacker than your heart. It's even darker than mine and the future is so unpredictable that I am in despair.exodus in Free Verse More Like This
1. So many dreams awoken by a single drop of rain, a simple ray of sunlight.
2. I can see your strange light. It's wonderful, addicting. My dreams float on your wrists and my eyes on your hair. You are glorious in the most glorious way. The sky is bright; but your heart is brighter. Mine is even brighter and the future is so predictable that I am in despair.
dublin in a rainstorm (8)dublin in a rainstorm in Free Verse More Like This
i'm in love with your name. i love the way it travels in my mouth. i can taste it, it's lingering on my tongue. i wonder how many people keep your name in their prayers. i wonder how many people hear your name in their nightmares. i remember how your name created my own personal eclipse.
i remembered how i watched the past in my mind, as if i was watching a low definition movie. i remembered how your voice echoed in those possibly meaningful words.
a long time
Valtariyour voice cracking at midnight; promisingValtari in Free Verse More Like This
consistency with your waist
twisting around white textile.
might be my favourite word,
your skin –
how did I not find
it sooner. touching your skin
is like touching the surface of the sea
it feels like home
maybe I could spend all dawns with you asleep
in both cases in your arms.
Etorphineyou have a quiet frame of mind. the pulse of your heart beating in your chest at night feels tranquil, safe. your aura is glowing in a serene light, like an apocalypse sitting still. those fragments of your thoughts are floating in my dimly lit bedroom so peacefully, like they couldn't ever be shattered. i think you have a forgotten soul. i'm sure you can feel the wind when it's not there. I have spent hours playing the piano with naked fingers but i can't compose a song of you. your music must be celebrated in silence. today i woke up hoping that you and i would sit by the river, talking without speaking, until it stops flowing. those freckles on your cheeks are a tiny solar system i would dare to explore without any oxygen. inside that solar system i took a glimpse of the end of my tunnel.Etorphine in Free Verse More Like This
asynarthto grammaΘέλω να με καταπιείς. Σαν ένα κύμα θέλω να με πνίξεις. Το μυαλό μου έχει πάρει ένα χρώμα κατακόκκινο. Και μη φύγεις ποτέ ξανά γιατί έχω χάσει τα λογικά μου. Ίσως φταίει αυτή η γεύση της λιακάδας στο τσasynarthto gramma in Letters More Like This
f i r e w o r k s*. There aref i r e w o r k s in Free Verse More Like This
days that our
flame is bright
enough to make
my soul act like
*. Fireworks burst
up into the sky,
but then they
*. They still feel
even when they
lie on the ground.
is not a burden.
*. This is why I'm fond of you.
will youμιλώ για σέναwill you in Free Verse More Like This
πως ξαφνικά μια μέρα
ας πούμε αύριο το απόγευμα
θα ‘ρθεις να μου χτυπήσεις την πόρτα
και θα ‘ναι το βλέμμα σου μια τρέλα
στα μάτια σου θα παλεύουν όλες αυτές οι
I just need to get this out of my systemDear Boys:I just need to get this out of my system in Letters More Like This
Treat the woman you're in love with the same way you'd want the man who's in love with your sister to treat her-
With utmost respect and integrity intact.
If you don't want your sister to be inappropriately touched, foul-mouthed or gossiped about, then do not do so to the woman you are after. She too is somebody else's sister.
Unsung WordsIt's the way one word would roll out of my tongueUnsung Words in Free Verse More Like This
and your world could come undone
It's the way I cannot help but feel the need
to patch you up, heart and skin and bone
It's the way your soul's brokenness calls out to be loved
by them and them and most especially by me
It's the way your toes curl at the sound of my footsteps;
how your smile can exist by my smile alone
It's the way you are a piece of me, my peace
when did you become my home?
It's the way I know I will be able to find you
even in the darkest of nights
It's the way your past scars and scabs have become my own
every blue and bruise you bore made you more beautiful
It's the way haunting melodies belong to us
and I always think of you
It's the way that even with me in your arms I'm battling
loneliness as I crave for you each minute
It's the way you haven't realized how I want you
even after proof of our once existence fades
It's the way it can't be helped that I will choose
Lurking CobraI have to tell you the truth:Lurking Cobra in Free Verse More Like This
there's a cobra lurking just beneath the skin
and coiling through your veins.
"I love you" and "I'm sorry" and "Please, come home with me"
drip like poison from your fangs.
I know the weight of a lie, darling;
I search for the scent of others of my sex in every shadowed corner;
I regularly check your sock drawer for love letters and ring boxes,
for any sign that this isn't just another hunt for you,
but I know it's the hunger talking
when you whisper those things late at night.
The stitching on my heart is slowly unraveling,
All my clumped-up stuffing flows out of me dying to escape;
I lose myself in the beat of your heart
under my skin
and the sigh of my name
from your pouting lips...
but I don't remember leaving
That hickey on your chest.
Maybe that's the crazy me talking.
I've always heard them talk about the last threads of sanity;
You are pushing pins and buttons farther than they should be pushed.
How I can rearrange my face
Just BecauseIs man meant to forevermore stay stagnant in life's river, once the realization that there is no such thing as the ability to acquit oneself fully surfaces? There is no mercy shown by the hands of father time, and men like naughty children, are spanked ever too often by him. Aside from our live birth, are we not allowed to ever have another genuine beginning?Just Because in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I want to start from scratch without ever thinking of retreat.
Is it that some men are meant to stay recluse forevermore to their mind, as their wisdom plays their greatest downfall, their Achilles heel? Knowing plenty may be hazardous to one's existence, that is true, but understanding much is even worse. Why must wariness be the bane and reason for man's existence?
I want to learn without ever having to be afraid.
Is it veritably so that man cannot wake up at twilight for the rest of his days just to map the stars with his heartbeat, as if he was just stepping out to hang fresh laundry? There are many of my plasma
ether (never mine) i know you by smell:ether (never mine) in Free Verse More Like This
the scent of
waves crashing upon rocky shores
the scent of
the deepest forest green
she knows you by touch:
maybe it is
as i imagine you to be
dark velvet pelt
with each feel
they know you by ear:
their statue of liberty-
your stature alone
speaks in volumes
he knows you by taste:
blood and tears shared
validating each claim
Partus PraematurusI am invisible.Partus Praematurus in Short Stories More Like This
Leaning on the ledge of my balcony at the 27th floor, my brain involuntarily replays all the reasons of why I should be jumping right now. I must say, it sure looks like a hell ride of a fall. I take a sip of coffee darker than this time of two in the morning and tears just keep dripping from my jaw line. I can't hear anything but the constant and loud shrieking caused by my tinnitus. I haven't heard anything but this nerve wracking pitch since longer than I can remember. Yes, I am also an insomniac.
My train of thought is wrecked as a louder noise comes through; I hear the sound of something crashing and Nutmeg's frightened meow. It seems that she (Nutmeg) accidentally knocked over the answering machine. Apparently I've missed 4 calls from my best friend and in her last note, aside from the usual 'please call me when you see this message', was her voice, squeaking, 'do you know I am invisible?'. My heart sank and I knew something was wrong. Haphazardly I put
It's in the little thingsMy love for him is as pure and naive as aIt's in the little things in Free Verse More Like This
little girl's undying devotion to her teddy bear
(Mr. fuzzball holds his permanent place
as guardian of my bookshelf and my suitcases
if I ever travel)
His love for me is as sick and cruel as a
little boy's need to wreck his own toy cars
(He makes sure to tear apart every woman
that falls for his charms
before promptly tossing her aside)
I am a little girl reaching out
to the bluebird that skips across my windowpane
not because I want to cage him but only because
I want to know what it feels like to touch freedom and sail the skies
to come just that little bit closer to the moon and the sun
I am a little girl reaching out
to the helium-filled balloon being windblown farther away
and as I keep chasing to no avail I carelessly climb a tree and scrape my knee
Still, that ruby red balloon escapes me
and I am left bruised and sore as I watch it soar far beyond my grasp
In the biased society we live in,
males will always be li
Mother knew the ocean amassed every tear ever shedMother always told me that the most important lessons in life come accompanied by saltwater.Mother knew the ocean amassed every tear ever shed in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I always thought she was carrying a soul too spent and too sullen.
I didn't know how right she was till sometime back, at seventeen.
For it was at seventeen that I was to try through a time where paltry tears- saltwater, was all I could taste, as my world was ripped right out of my ribs, and I experienced my first heartbreak.
I was years too young to search for starfish by the shore, to wish myself an old wives tale cure, all for a classic summer sickness. His sea-foam eyes had plighted me and blighted me. He allowed my knees and ankles to burn in rock salt kisses and promises. I allowed him to sear through my wounds, past and present.
In the end, I almost lost myself to his vastness, and almost drowned in the strength of his currents.
He was far too momentous and I, too infinitesimal.
Summer ended a short-lived romance but romance it was nonetheless. Rock salt senses will always string dé
Happiness is but a butterfly... It's that time of the year again where everything fades to bluesHappiness is but a butterfly... in Free Verse More Like This
A time when I come to the realization that all I see is a corroding facade
A prideful lie
An all-consuming deceit
Now is the when where I start chewing up my own flesh
Tearing off my limbs
Gnawing at my marrows
Clawing and gasping
If Humans Came Off A Production LineI'd like to have my heart replaced. It's too old and needs to retire already, not to mention full of scars (mostly made by you) as well. It'd do me much good if you could have a new one ready for me the next time I come around, good sir.If Humans Came Off A Production Line in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It's Just SkinIt's just skinIt's Just Skin in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It's almost paper
So grab a blade
You may feel better
It's just blood
A lot like ink
So what if you're numb?
You don't have to think
It's just pain
It's only temporary
The stinging, the rawness
I know they aren't pretty
They're just scars
That no one can see
When someone's around
Just pull down your sleeves
It's only cutting
It's not that bad
I'd stop once I'm happy
But I'm always sad
Coffeeguts pile over whiteCoffee in Free Verse More Like This
sheets and blankets.
i spilled them to you
and you still said
i looked lovely
a black sticky stain.
how many chemicals
can your stomach handle
before you have to drown me?
how much bitterness
can you swallow?
you are my
cream and sugar, darling.
and it tears me in half
when you split your skin.
if you aren't careful
i might not be able to
sip you up again.
i am a powdery shadow
cold autumn breezes
and breathless clouds
but if i could keep you
breathing, my world might be
a little more alive
HomicideSociety killed the teenager.Homicide in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Reality killed the dreamer.
Sanity killed the character.
Supremacy killed the drifter.
Animosity killed the lover.
Infamy killed the hero.
Compliancy killed the innovator.
Ghostsin the pivotGhosts in Free Verse More Like This
of a single minute
i shrugged off a years worth of
and lonely ghosts
Slaughterhouseevery fake smileSlaughterhouse in Free Verse More Like This
shoves me closer
to the edge of a blade.
when your life exists
purely in shadows
light terrifies you.
is the most valuable thing
so wear your heart on your sleeve
before they throw you
in the slaughterhouse
Breathing's Optionalsitting with smokey lungsBreathing's Optional in Free Verse More Like This
charred around the pockets
with tears glued hastily
to your face.
you bite your tongue
keep your throat closed
and try to sleep again.
Glassi found a mangled bodyGlass in Free Verse More Like This
and tried to fix it.
but i got too close
and ended up cutting myself
on the jagged remains.
the bleeding hasn't stopped.
DepartureTonight will be my last foreverDeparture in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Thoughts and feelings fading fast
I'm lost between blue and grey
This world is too cruel for me to stay
Through the cold, and the leaves
I aim to sink beneath the sea
Too many scars have left me dry
To end this pain, I must say goodbye.
11:47roses are red11:47 in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
violets are blue
compliments mean nothing
when coming from you.
don't tell me i'm skinny
don't call me fat
just acknowledge i'm human
and leave it at that.
.reflection.καμια φορα.reflection. in Free Verse More Like This
.stubborn honey.a dying orgasm, hidden by.stubborn honey. in Free Verse More Like This
my kitchen robe, crawls down
between my legs curling around
your 7 am waking, insecure
“do you love me?”s…
while this wasn’t what I had in mind,
I’m pretty sure I could never know if
an alternative would turn out differently.
.cityblues.[ακου]μια μουσικη θλιψη.cityblues. in Free Verse More Like This
πλανιέται στην ατμοσφαιρα
παρεα με την καπνα καννης
τσιγαρο [και φευγεις...]
.say when.Συγκαταβατικές απόψεις,.say when. in Free Verse More Like This
Γράμματα, άσματα, λόγοι...
Ποτέ δεν είναι
Αυτά τα πράγματα χρειάζ
.in sickness.δεν θέλω να σέρνομαι.in sickness. in Free Verse More Like This
στους στενούς διαδρόμους
μην επιτρέψεις να με
κυκλώσουν στα καλώδια
μην το σκεφτείς λεπτό
ο πόνος δεν σταματά ούτε λεπτό
δεν υπάρχει παρηγοριά για την υπέροχη αυτή ζωή
Revolver IVsure i got over youRevolver IV in Free Verse More Like This
its just this skin
you got under that
i cant get rid of
.untitled2.μες τη μαύρη νύχτα.untitled2. in Free Verse More Like This
τη μεριά του κήπου
που δεν την βλέπει
τα πουλιά θρηνούν
πλησιάζω τη μύτη μου
η δυσωδία ματώνε
.skins.this skin feels familiar no more;.skins. in Free Verse More Like This
I can't remember the last time it did.
I can compare to the one time it did.
I let you have it when you went away.
Cause I knew you were a runner and
runners need a clean change when
they loathe theirs.
I just hope you haven't wasted it
I just hope you bring it back
Not that I need it, really.
I just miss your scent on it.
.a matter of time.κι ύστερα,.a matter of time. in Free Verse More Like This
θα πεθάνω σιωπηλά,
καλύτερα απ' την πρώτη φορά.
θ' αλλάξω το πτώμα μου
με ένα μαύρο χαμόγελο
και αφηρημένες σκέψεις.
θα είμαι εντάξει,
αφού δεν ανησυχείς
Hey Remember Me?Hey remember me?Hey Remember Me? in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Without anyone to talk to,
Yeah we met last week
I'm so glad
You actually remembered me.
Hey remember me?
That we could hang out.
I know it might
Seem a bit strange to ask
But are we friends?
Now I can be at ease
You’re really here with me
It wasn't just a tease.
Hey remember me?
Just a little bit though
I thought you liked me
Because of that
Because of the way I am
Hey remember me?
To keep up a smile
But it’s getting pretty hard
Because every once in awhile
It seems like all you want
Is for me to cry.
Is that what a friend does?
Hey remember me?
Please say you do
I'm your friend
And all that entails
So I can take them
All your continual assails
As long as you remember me
I doubt my heart will fail.
Hey remember me?
I'm being forgotten
Though I suppose that means you don't
You never do
Never even try to
Even after all I've begged of you
Even after all we've been through
You treat me like
Fly little childChild of air and lightFly little child in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
hiding within a cage
of leaves and twigs
why do you not rise?
One who hangs so near to the sky
has no right to neglect it
to return to the ground
and crawl amongst the worms beneath
like those you chose to rise above
like those who can only aspire
to be so near to the sky as you.
Child of feather and beauty
Hanging between wonder and despair
to do not hear the sound
of your wings' sadness
do you not hear how they weep?
How they beg for a return
for a chance
to bask amongst the clouds
for which they were meant to see.
Children of wonder and sunlight
will rise above your chains
of fear and hoplesness?
Rise and fly
above me , above the Earth
above all of us
and let us watch
from the shadows of your wings.
will you fly for yourself,
will you fly fo
Wilted LullabiesOh flower why hello...Wilted Lullabies in Free Verse More Like This
I didn't see you there
In the world so far below
I could barely even hear
Your screams of pain
Such wilted lullabies
Oh flower so far below me
Why do you cry?
Oh flower below
Hush your little leaves
How hard it hurts me so
To hear your petals scream
Tell me what to do
That's all I need to know
Please flower let me take you
From the world below.
Oh flower in my world
Are you really there?
Your wilted lullabies
Have turned into despair
Your leaves are now holed
You fall with the winds blow
Flower where can I take you?
There's nowhere left for you to go.
Oh flower leaving my world
Where can you go?
The world has forgotten you
Left you so far below.
And while I couldn't save you
And while I know you must go
Flower I sing your wilted lullabies
So the entire world will know
The pain of a single flower
Left in the world below.
I Built A HouseI built a houseI Built A House in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Of stone and sweat
Loftily held together
By thousand of memories.
Within my stone stock-hold
Held some piece of me
And I hoped
It would hold you too,
That it would embrace you
And you would see the beauty
To be found in its stony arms
Cracks and crevices.
And though try as I am
This isn't what you see
What your willing to believe.
All you see are stone walls
Surrounding an empty place
Blocking your view of the sea.
I built a house
Of stone and sweat
To hold you close to me,
Meant to be a home
For our hearts with windows
So we could always
View our sea.
But instead I built walls
And a house of stone and sweat
To build you a home.
Bury GodOne day God created manBury God in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
And ,in its love, humanity praised him.
One day God smiled at man
And in its pride, humanity continued
In the practice it believed God found just.
One day God laughed at man
And in outrage, man endeavored
To rise above God
And bellow from above him.
One day God cried for humanity
And in its grandeur
Humanity believed to understand God
To understand his sorrow
Whilst still glaring at him from below.
One day God forsook humanity
And in its disillusion
Humanity attempted to appertain God
And worse yet, aspire
To replace God
Whilst still brooding below him.
Finally, One day humanity killed God
And in its holiness
Humanity decreed from its heavenly throne
To bury God
And along with him the planet
For humanity had risen beyond it.
Could I Send You The StarsCan I send you the stars?Could I Send You The Stars in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A million twinkling lettters
Waiting above your head each night to be read
In gentle melody like midnight lullabies
For the girl I dearly wish could hear them.
Can I borrow your moon?
I know without it your nights may feel empty
But I envy its lovely radiance shining
Upon those two eyes
I wish I could see wish I could gaze into
So instead could I borrow your Moon?
And gaze into it hoping I'll find the loveliness
Of your eyes there instead.
Could I steal your Sun?
And pocket it's millions
And millions of memories
Of lightly caressing you with its rays
Knowing the feel of every beautifully delicate
Part of you for every day of every year..
Could I lease your dreams?
And reside there with you
Underneath our stars' gentle lullabies
And beneath the Moon's loving gaze
Away from the Sun's prying rays
Since you're all I really need.
So could I send you the stars
And hope they'll send my love too?
Some Words Hold HeartsThere are some wordsSome Words Hold Hearts in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Many words ,in fact,
That aren't meant to be read
By an audience.
That aren't meant to be condemned
For their validity and originality.
There are some words
Who's only point is to exist.
To give existence
To show someone their pain is real
That its important.
Their anger is real
That its just.
Their love is real
That's its true.
Their hearts are real
That they 're whole...
Even if no one else sees them that way
Even if no else knows them that way
Even if no one understands
Or reads those words.
Those words hold our hearts
And that's all their meant to do.
My Heart Builds CoffinsMy heart builds coffinsMy Heart Builds Coffins in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
with careful meticulosity
Hammering each nail
With such heartfelt intensity
You might believe it enjoys its work.
My heart craves graves
Etching words in stone
For those who can't be saved,
Another letter placed
For ever word you say
Till a name is finally written
To its utter dismay.
My heart buries souls
Waiting patiently for those it greets
To disappear one day
And its work will be complete.
My heart dries tears
by burying its water
So deep inside
Even those it loves won't matter
When it finally buries them
In a coffin by its own design
And I don't mind
Its a task I assigned
Of my fragile heart
To harden it to the goodbyes
To ready it for them
To be ready for when they die
So I'd have no tears left to cry.
My hearts builds your coffins
With a c
.you break free. in Free Verse More Like This
from the grip of
just to die in
the arms of the shore
.i talk to life while. in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
death stands behind, trying to
get my attention
.i keep wearing. in Free Verse More Like This
like an old worn
jacket and jeans,
.you are a walking. in Free Verse More Like This
coffin; there are sentences
buried alive inside you, all the
things you could not say
and they will fester there
like maggots, eat you from
the inside out
.i said death,. in Free Verse More Like This
death is a closet;
let's all just hang
ourselves up and keep
the place tidy -
.what doesn't kill you. in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
comes back with something stronger
to finish the job
.i did not expect. in Free Verse More Like This
for you to pour out
nor that i would be
in the flood of it
Broken Promises.You promised me,Broken Promises. in Free Verse More Like This
Now a part of me has died,
With each promise I lose,
A piece of my heart goes too,
How do I carry on,
When almost all of me is gone?
WaitingWaiting,Waiting in Free Verse More Like This
Such an agonizing thing,
Each breathe comes out more shallow than the last,
Dark chains slither their way across my heart,
Squeezing harder and harder each hour,
My lungs are screaming for air,
My mind is reeling,
Only you can stop the chaos,
I need your answer.
I Never Should Have.I've loved you for so long,I Never Should Have. in Free Verse More Like This
I've held all these feelings in,
My fear of losing you always stopped me,
I never planned on telling you,
Even though I wanted you to know,
You've always been in the background of my heart,
Even when there was someone else,
When you finally knew how I felt,
You kissed me,
For the first time in my life I was truly happy,
You said you had feelings for me,
But then she came back,
And now I'm lost,
What do I do now,
That you love someone else?
CrowBlack feathers,Crow in Free Verse More Like This
As dark as night,
Swirl around the darkness,
He sits alone,
Staring into the sky,
Such lonely eyes,
His guitar at his side,
Everything is silent,
Only his shallow breathing can be heard,
Nothing moves in the vast emptiness of the night,
The moon breaks his trance,
His wings unfurl and spread wide,
Each feather shimmers in the moonlight,
For every feather a new star forms,
I stare in awe at the beautiful beast before me,
He who has captured my heart.
End MeI suffer and no one knows,End Me in Free Verse More Like This
They can't tell the darkness I live in,
No one can see the pain that emanates from within me,
A sharp dagger to my chest,
Plunge it in deeper,
Destroy everything I am and ever was,
Hurt me until I cease to be,
Set me free.....
Silver TonguedThe words slide off your tongue like liquid silver,Silver Tongued in Free Verse More Like This
It's poison really,
A filthy sludge that defiles everything it touches,
A corrosive acid that burns through my illusions,
Shut your filthy mouth,
And pollute someone else's life.
My NightmareStanding alone in the crowd,My Nightmare in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Darkness approaches around,
The silence is deafening,
Scream at the sound,
Life is death just wake me up,
From this nightmare,
Just wake me up,
All these things sufficate me,
Honestly I'm not even breathing,
Help me please,
Just wake me up,
Shatter glass nowhere to turn,
The silence is haunting,
Try to scream try to run,
Cry as I wait,
Life is death just wake me up,
Time stands still,
Darkness is here,
How long to wait,
How long to wait,
Death is near,
Wake me up,
Just wake me up,
From this nightmare......
SleepHas no one told you she's not breathing,Sleep in Free Verse More Like This
Can't you see how cold she is,
Life long gone from her incandescent body,
Trails of tears long dried down her face,
Peacefully she lays,
She's not sleeping,
She was the lie that gave you life.
WhispersHowever far you may go,Whispers in Free Verse More Like This
I hope the wind will carry my voice to you,
Our whispers will be heard,
Telling of how our lives unfold,
Until the time when the winds bring us close once more,
No more whispers,
Eagle GirlEagle Girl:Eagle Girl in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
She soars above clouds,
Beloved, wild, unrestrained.
Ended by envy.
- Chen Yuan Wen, 27th January 2013
Someday I'd Like to Be A PirateSomeday I'd Like to Be A Pirate in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Someday I'd Like to Be A Pirate:
Someday I'd like t' be a pirate and sail across the seven seas.
I always thought it might be nice t' feel the ocean breeze.
I've always dreamt of findin' treasure, stashed away in a hidden box,
And then after I drop the anchor I'd burst open the locks!
Dubloons I'd find and diamonds t' keep, trinkets worth a life;
Or maybe I'd find a sacred sword or a really ancient knife!
But as I grew, I was soon t' learn, that dreams do not come true.
How many times have I seen a man be strangled till he's blue?
How many days have I watched them stumble, cursin' ill their fate.
When none would reach a helping hand, their heart would fill with hate.
I grew t' question th' ways of Kings who whipped the backs o' men,
More labour earned with blood and sweat while the preachers say 'Amen!'
Donations are given t' temples rich, while the poor are in the street;
So many souls are quickly trampled beneath their ugly feet....
Where first I believe the world was fair, no
Just Pull the TriggerThis pain I feel inside,Just Pull the Trigger in Free Verse More Like This
It comes from no wounds.
This pain I feel I've died,
Don't leave me in this room...
I am surrounded by the walls-
And my cage grows tighter.
I pick up cigarettes and crawl,
As I search for my lighter.
Holding flames that I cup,
In these hands so bitter.
I take that first of puffs;
With a swill of liquor.
I have sunk to the bottom.
I'm dreaming of the moment I-
Will break the surface and see the sun.
But sadly I am done...
So let's go play with the gun!
And load, just pull the trigger!
And load, let the gun smoke linger!
- Word of Chen, 13th May 2014
This is for the UnderdogYou know what it's like,This is for the Underdog in Free Verse More Like This
When your feet touch the bottom.
You wish you were like others,
But you know that you can never be.
The glam and the glitz,
The sound of a thousand people cheering you on.
That's not for you,
That's never going to be for you!
But you know what,
You've got something else inside of you.
You've got something else,
That no one who sits on a lofty throne could ever have.
And that's pain...
You're in pain, because you know this is bitter.
You're in pain, because you've been denied something better.
But you take that dose of bitterness
And you swallow it like it's god-damn medicine!
Because the king expects you the crumble,
The king expects you to lie down and surrender.
So play dead if you have to,
But when you rise again...
Make sure you tear out their god-damn throat!
Unpainted RealityMy brain is sick.Unpainted Reality in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
It only thinks of twisted things.
Like how we burn our eyes out,
And we rip our wings.
And then we sit in the dark,
Staring blankly at each other.
Our eye-sockets bleeding,
On a wounded brother.
Then we kneel down,
Praying to the sun.
Hoping things get brighter;
But we don't know what we've done!
We take our tongues out,
We scar them with razors.
Spitting every blade
Across other people's faces.
And if you start feeling,
My words are getting dark;
I'm just painting pictures
But you are making them stark!
And now you feel dead;
Surreal in your mind.
So listen to this preacher,
From the land of the blind.
I Don't Mean To Be Rude...But I am getting quite sick of your attitude.I Don't Mean To Be Rude... in Free Verse More Like This
And if you think you are free of all guilt and suspicion.
I'm afraid, you will find, you are only in remission...
For I'll hunt you quietly, silent and slow.
And I'll wait till you slip, before I lay you low.
But when you're filled to the brim with fear; chasing the shadows away.
I'll appear inside your mirror--and I might come out to play...
...So tell me, do you fear me now?
-Chen Yuan Wen, 16th December 2013
Behind the WordsWe spill our pain across the pages.Behind the Words in Free Verse More Like This
But we must smile when it is read.
For we cannot show our true emotions.
Not of suffering, anxiety, or dread.
For we are the bringers of dreams to the world.
Our words are tales of healing light.
So hide your tears behind a mask,
And save them for a quiet night.
Into The Mental AbyssInto The Mental Abyss:Into The Mental Abyss in Free Verse More Like This
To the edge of the very abyss I have travelled.
With worn feet, gone bloodied and bare;
Dragged upon stones that stretch like sharpened spines,
Leaving tattered spoils of flesh in my wake...
Even so, I am incapable of halting;
Like a zombie, I remain numb and hypnotised.
Shambling ever onward, toward the glimmer of light.
Eager to be behold the 'she' that awaits me:
A wonderous wellspring of inspiration and knowledge;
Perfect, yet fragile, in both shape and form...
It is her majesty, her radiance,
That leaves me drained...
Alone in the depths, I am humbled and awed.
Yet the admiration that I feel soon turns corrupt,
It renders my thoughts both dark and cracked...
For if any other were to find her,
They would wield her as a weapon.
They would have no need for inspiration.
Creative thought would be an utter simplicity:
Leaving a perfect world, without opportunity...
Indeed I could never share such a thing.
Jealousy leaves me ugly, but still I c
EyesThey told me not to look,Eyes in Free Verse More Like This
But I always do.
I can't help it you know?
Their eyes are so beautiful...
Each one shines with a colour from the rainbow.
Some are green, some are blue.
You might even find a set of gold amongst the lot.
Some of them shine like pearls,
Others twinkle like stars in the sky.
Each one holds a fragile soul,
Each one has its own sense of depth.
And so, I always end up looking into their eyes...
Right before I blink mine and I firmly squeeze the trigger...
You Left Me StrongerYou Left Me Stronger:You Left Me Stronger in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Hey there, it's been awhile, do you remember me?
I guess you might not, since I wasn't very important to you.
You know, I spent so many days thinking about - what I did wrong
I questioned if maybe, I was at fault or if I was screwed up.
I thought a lot about the things you said...
The things that were my fault, my problems.
I took them to heart at first, but then I realised you were wrong.
I realised that you are selfish and ugly on the inside.
On the surface you pretended to care, but like a cancer;
You amputate someone the moment you think they've gone bad.
You hide from the rigours of life and only emerge like a parasite
When everything is good - when everything is fine and dandy.
I used to think that I was afraid of you leaving,
But now I know, that you've left me stronger than I was before.
You know, this was supposed to be an emotional whine; an emotional spill,
Maybe I was supposed to cry tears and beg you to come back, but you know wha