Shards of MeShards of Me:Shards of Me in Free Verse More Like This
My weeping sorrows
Like shards of a lonely heart
-Chen Yuan Wen, 22nd April 2012
What Are You To Me?What Are You To Me?:What Are You To Me? in Free Verse More Like This
I have walked in this world,
And they have told me of kings.
Of brave rulers who make the tough choices,
Men of example and outstanding character.
But it was then that they said,
What is a king to a God?
What is a mere mortal to a higher power,
One who holds our fate in his hands?
They said he was benevolent and kind,
Wrathful and jealous, magnanimous and selfish alike.
He was the perfect ideal, embodying all things
And we were made in his image...
It was then that I was laughed at,
By he who asked this question:
What is a God, to a non-believer?
One who lives by the truth he sees...
He is the man who acts as per his morals.
He lives through his eyes and is judged by his fellows.
He submits to no higher being, not a one does he fear;
Comfortable with his own conscience...
But all three, I beg; I ask ye this:
For what is a king to a God,
A God to a non-believer,
And all three of them in comparison,
To the madman who watches the world burn...
A World of BloodA World of Blood:A World of Blood in Free Verse More Like This
The spirits whisper on a chilling wind
As the blood continues to flow.
I can hear the demons screaming within
As the darkness continues to grow...
Humankind will always be foolish;
Rash decisions are an instinctive need.
But how could they have forgotten our ways;
Tradition is lost to greed...
The zealous will kill the innocent again
As the greedy play out a game of chess.
A book of gods becomes a creed;
It is a ragged shell at best...
My sisters die in the tens of hundreds
And innocent girls are slaughtered like swine.
I'm afraid that in this dying world;
The God of Blood shall dine...
The blind shall follow in his burning steps;
They will see within him a flame and fire.
And he knows that the hearts of passionate men
Are easily laced with glorious desire...
In dreams he calls and grants them strength
He sends his 'angels' to enchant the night.
He turns the blind into seeing creatures
And robs them of the light...
But it is h
Shall I Bring You Despair?And so it has come to this.Shall I Bring You Despair? in Free Verse More Like This
The great hero stands poised,
Sword pointed at the demon king.
It is the stuff of legends is it not?
Yet, my objective is already complete.
For I am not a simple nightmare drawn from your feeble fairy tales.
Think about it, if indeed you can:
Today you'll kill me,
And raise my head before a baying crowd.
You'll show your acquisition proudly
And the people will welcome you.
In the first weeks,
There will be feasts and festivals.
Dancing and debauchery.
All to celebrate the hero's victory.
Then you'll become a king,
And eventually an emperor.
You will rule all the lands with fairness and equality.
A god amongst kings!
Yet something disturbs you...
Day by day you see the politics of the nobility.
You see them vying fo
The Toymaker...Ah my dear, how are you feeling?The Toymaker... in Free Verse More Like This
Not too uncomfortable I hope...
You see, you are another,
A wondrous being, handpicked by me,
For you are perfect.
Before you start screaming,
Before all that noise and unpleasantry befouls these soft red lips.
I've taken the liberty of removing your tongue...
Wag, wag, wag;
That's all it was doing when I extracted it.
Like some, infectious insect
But oh, I shouldn't raise my voice.
That's not very proper of me, hehe.
Now, let's put some markings on you.
Mmm - I'm going to have to get rid of all this, excess.
You see, I can't have a toy that's all bulging in the wrong places.
Dolls are slim, dolls are pretty.
So no, we can't have that...
We'll just slowly slide this tiny slip of metal.
Shlip, shlop, shlip, shlop - and pull!
You see, you see?
It comes right off, like a laye
I Am So DisturbedI Am So Disturbed:I Am So Disturbed in Free Verse More Like This
How long will it burn me,
In darkness cloaked.
Raped by a voice,
Of death it spoke.
The ceiling revolves with words of sorrow,
Draped on the walls, they are creatures hollow.
Screaming and crying, the death we seek,
The eyes that stare, when I fall asleep.
Voiceless whispers and empty sound,
The pattern of drool, that stains the ground.
Endlessly scratching at walls and eyes,
I stare at reflections that breathe to die.
The darkened shadows that seem to stain,
The constant sound of a pouring rain.
Wherever I go, the eyes that lead,
Within me planting a dirty seed.
Again and again I am twisted by sound,
I wake in a room that seems to surround.
I see myself, but I know it's not me,
What is man, in the mirror I see...
"You sir, have got terrible bags beneath your eyes!"
-Chen Yuan Wen, 3rd March 2012
Whispering to LuciferWhispering to Lucifer:Whispering to Lucifer in Free Verse More Like This
Humans are such wonderous creatures
even when granted the gift of knowledge
They fall prey to their own insecurities
slaves to their own fears and paranoia
Such is the father's gift of free will...
Yes my lord, I understand
but do you not feel disappointment?
The great bringer of light has condemned himself to an eternity of darkness
simply so his father's children may roam free
Without adversity, there can be no acension...
Ah, such a philosophical statement from you
I am well aware that humans must experience both extremes
Without tasting joy it would be impossible to understand sorrow
Yet I fear that my brothers have forgotten that, in a single minded pursuit of-
Aye, clever you are to see that
for these brothers of mine find comfort in the wondrous art of destruction
self-abuse is taken as 'fun', addiction is a personal right
Greed is good and gluttony is gold, sloth is scoffed at
and wrath is protected by the comforting
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!
Secrets Should be SilentSecrets Should be Silent:Secrets Should be Silent in Free Verse More Like This
What is in the nature of a secret?
It is not to be known, nor to be seen.
It is that which we bury beneath layers of deceit.
Why then, do we bury poetry?
why then, do we bury prose?
Why secret that which is meant to be seen,
And showcase that which is meant to be secret?
Are the words of our soul less important,
Than mere phrases designed to seek attention?
Are the words that we carve from experience,
Taken as less than a general phrase of emotion?
...No, I would hope not.
For I do as any other might,
And my skeletons are kept under lock and key.
For a secret displayed remains secret no longer;
Merely a gossip's fancy.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 6th July 2013
It Came From The DarkIt Came From The Dark:It Came From The Dark in Free Verse More Like This
Amongst the ashes, swirling from the darkness of the pit,
Emerged a hand, dragging a battered body across the rocks.
Blood leaked from the wounds so callously self-inflicted,
And teeth ground with a focused determination and seething anger.
It cared not for the warm rubies - staining the jagged rocks,
It cared not for the sensation of pain...
All that it remembered was a dream, An obsession -
One that drove it ever higher; ignoring all else!
Eventually it emerged from this shadowy hole, this dreary depth,
And in that moment, it learned of the truth.
For this creature, denied sunlight and warmth -
-Chen Yuan Wen, 11th December 2012
For I'm a graveyard lurker.my veins are blueFor I'm a graveyard lurker. in Free Verse More Like This
with restless wanting;
your ghost fingers
at this untamed
stop loving me
like that, darling,
kissing the stars
from my throat.
if i can’t have the sky,
i will howl my laughter
to the earth,
planting a home
in the dirt
beneath my claws.
Lonely Gods"I wish my body to be a staircaseLonely Gods in Free Verse More Like This
to heaven." She said, "A conduit
of lonely Gods."Swaying
pendulum hips, she, she
was made of stardust.- Scars sleeping
above a city of sweet bones, stirring
like sun-stricken scorpions during
hollow painkiller nights,
mistaking her redred burns
for Apollos kisses.
"Sadly, this body has whispered away
the last of my secrets."
You.You told me onceYou. in Free Verse More Like This
you would break my stars,
tear them from the sky and devour them
s l o w l y.
I neglected to tell you
they all had their own feelings
and your bruises form my own constellation
in the quiet valleys of my firefly skin.
I am the milky way.
And you, my sweet-
You are nothing more
than a dead star
with a pretty name.
It tastes like love.I could speak of her in riddles,It tastes like love. in Free Verse More Like This
in aged, anatomy textbook terminology-
but, I wont.
You see, I cuffed this angel to my bedpost.
I sank my teeth into feathers she wore like a cage
and asked if I was dreaming, because Love,
you're not holding me. If you only knew the you in my head,
every night--tearing with these heavenly fingers
at the cracks in my sanity- you would allow me this!
Her tongue tastes my tears; nails clawing, clawing, clawing-
she takes away my pain,
but she doesn't belong to me either.
"We are but wolves.
Tell me, what does my blood taste like?"
I loved a girl.i loved a girl.I loved a girl. in Free Verse More Like This
i loved a girl with a love
for cummings & sandburg
i loved an unflinching
poet of a girl.
& with no better diction:
they called the shaking fists
at her sides, her silent act
of pacifism, cowardice.
i’m the coward;
she bled for the both of us.
Show me what the stars look like tonight.I’ve fallen in love with wars & darkness.Show me what the stars look like tonight. in Free Verse More Like This
The kind of darkness said to have made
shadow monsters of seen-too-much eyes
& the kind of war lands made of
desecrated, dandelion wrists.
I am the wind, the morphine pump
& I’ve carved my bones into stars.
I wear them around my neck
like outward sun marrow
warming my carotid pulse.
These little glow-in-the-dark blankets
aren’t enough to stifle the sounds;
but my anatomy never seemed to fit
together the right way anyway.
Dear Poetry,I might be dangerously on the verge of being poetic, but-Dear Poetry, in Free Verse More Like This
Sometimes I don't feel me in my own skin.
I am too many breaks between pulses,
& a heart still living in the autumn of 99.
I'm telling stories about a girl.
A soul made of ink & godly metaphors,
too much for a non-homeostatic body.
There were once fireflies in her smile,
alight between the gaps in her teeth.
love letters carved into wrists
she never sent.
She is Porphyria, & you are her lover.
Therapists, I don't like their taste.i.Therapists, I don't like their taste. in Free Verse More Like This
in 7th grade
i didn’t know depression
until she told me her name,
carving forever scratches
along my limbs like
little love notes on the bark
of a tree.
she stole my rings
and left me hollow.
i had only ever met anxiety
in passing, until one day
he handed me power and told me
to hurt someone else with it.
with an uncontrollable
quivering in my fingers,
he whispered, “ to survive,
you must learn quickly.”
as i shoved the bevel of a needle
into a strangers arm.
so, if a therapist
could talk away my scars
like iodine disinfects,
guide the ships
through the storm of my mind
like a lighthouse-
instead of pills,
if a therapist could
give me the strength
i might just
take my chances.
Poetry,She is stardust leaving sweet bonesPoetry, in Free Verse More Like This
in her wake. A trail of poetic destruction
conceived in verse--answering questions
with kisses. There is a hunger in her
freckled constellations, like spider webs
woven together with golden thread.
Like the wild roses she braids in her hair:
She walks backboned and head held high;
the strongest of letters on a page
left to rest in your mouth.
The Wet InkI hope you knowThe Wet Ink in Free Verse More Like This
That every night
You're in my head
I hope you know
That I still care
And that I did was wrong
The ink is wet
As I write
On this piece of paper
For the tears
Of my sins
They won't disappear
I'm Hurt InsideI'm Hurt Inside in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I want to live, I want to love
But there's only pain
I want to take, a leap of faith
But what can I gain?
I want to scream, I want to shout
I just want out
Please let it stop, my blood boils
I have a monster inside
At time's I'm close, I don't want to
Please don't leave me
The blade calls my name, I need a release
But I won't
I wonder, do I deserve this?
I'm tortured mentally
It's a surprise, that I'm still alive
And I guess I won't stop that
At least not yet
I'm hurt inside
and it just grows
Broken WingsBroken Wings in Free Verse More Like This
They tell me that I should get over it
That I should be fine
But with broken wings
It's hard to fly
The Bleeding RoseThe Bleeding Rose in Free Verse More Like This
I know that on this day
That I'm not okay
I thought about you
And the pain just grew
Last year, oh I loved it
And oh how I loved you
The end of last year, and the start of a new
God I hate myself, I wish I could pull trough
I hope your happy
I hope you're in love
I hope you hate me
I hope you move on
But I'm stuck here
All alone and cold
Hating myself, so much fun
Loving you, that pain goes on
Last year I held you
In my arms
Nothing could be better
god my heart was warm
But this year
I'm sitting on the stairs
holding a single rose
And that rose is bleeding
That rose, the rose you took
you promised to keep it
and cherish it all of your life
But those days are forgotten
That rose, was my heart
It's bleeding, it feel apart
I can't go on without some love
And when I read what you sent me, I just, fell apart.
The rose has its thorns
and they do sting
But I can't throw it away
I want a new rose, and someone who stays!
On this Valentine's Day
I learned that for me
And I love you
You Love The SoundsYou Love The Sounds in Free Verse More Like This
I finally understand why
You keep hurting me
Time after time
You love the sounds
My heart makes
I'm Fine, Trust meI'm Fine, Trust me in Free Verse More Like This
It's just fine
Just stab me with that knife
I'm just fine
Rip my heart out when I'm alive
All that I see
Is you in my dreams
All that I see
Is that my heart is incomplete
It's just fine
My heart's made of ice
It's just fine
Just make me feel alive
Open The GatesOpen the gateOpen The Gates in Free Verse More Like This
But enter at risk
If you lose
Then you won't be able to quit
Do not stray
You will get lost
If you do
Then you won't find the way
Open the gate
But enter at risk
I got lost
And now I wish I could quit
Cousin Of DeathCousin of death, take me inCousin Of Death in Free Verse More Like This
Let me rest, forgive this sin
I haven't lost it all, but I show pain
And soon I guess, I will walk in the rain
Oh cold winter, don't remind me
Of how, I couldn't see
Oh cold winters day, you're as cold as my heart
Remind me of the days, when it was warm
Cousin of death, comfort me
Make me believe, this isn't the best of me
Cousin of death, invite your friends
Cause agony and suffering, is better in the end
Death, I have been alive way to long
Your cousin, makes me wish that I was wrong
Cause I don't wanna wake up
So please, take me in your warm blankets
And don't let me open my eyes
My Emo CornerMy safe houseMy Emo Corner in Free Verse More Like This
You're always there when I need you
I know where you are
You never move
You never complain
You just wait for me
All the time
My emo corner
You're the best friend I have ever had
Open My DoorsKeep me on my feetOpen My Doors in Free Verse More Like This
For my strength is not enough
Hold me while I sleep
Cause I'm afraid, that I won't wake up
Kiss me on my cheek
For I need to know what it feels like
Help me build my dreams
Cause those I made alone, they died and fell apart
Make me lose my mind
I want to be lost in you
Help me go insane
For if I'm crazy with you, nothing else will matter
Light a candle for me
I'm afraid to touch the flame
Open up my doors
For in the end, it was I who locked them
Rainbow DustRainbow Dust in Free Verse More Like This
Stars made of nightmares and skies made of fears
Hearts made of glass and a home built of tears
Cries made of silence and words made of knives
Dreams of the struggle to simply survive
Souls made of paper and minds made of flames
She is a piece of their loveliest game
No longer can she feel more than disgust
Even a rainbow does turn into dust…
When I SaidWhen I said I wanted a fairy taleWhen I Said in Free Verse More Like This
I meant I wanted a prince.
I didn't want to be locked in a
I didn't want to be fought by a
I didn't want
When I said I wanted a fairy tale
I meant I wanted to be a princess.
I didn't want to watch a rose
I didn't want to wear the gown
I wanted it
When I said I wanted a fairy tale...
I expected it to end in a
But i never expected it to end like this.
Take ThisTake this kiss upon your hand,Take This in Free Verse More Like This
For the ones who starved themselves,
Because "ugly" was written all over their mirrors,
Because "fat" was the only thing in their way.
Take this hug around your shoulders,
For the ones who cried themselves to sleep,
Because, unlike everyone else,
Their pillows kept their secrets.
Take this wish for your success,
For the ones with wounds blanketing their wrists,
Because physical pain gave feeling,
And feeling was so hard to find.
Take this whisper in your ear,
For the ones who live through pain,
Through sorrow, through regret,
Through loneliness in crowded rooms,
Through nightmares and judgement and hatred...
Take these words, darling,
These words I say to you.
Stay strong. Never give up. Keep breathing.
Let's keep going,
For the ones who starved themselves,
For the ones who cried themselves to sleep,
For the ones with wounds blanketing their wrists,
For the ones who live through pain,
For the ones forced to survive...
And for the on
Watched it burnKing being murdered upon the throneWatched it burn in Free Verse More Like This
Dreams made out of solid stone
Learn to fly and learn to crash
Nightmares in a lightning flash
Life's what you get, not what you earn
Too bad you sat back and watched it burn...
Dear Mommy.Dear mommy, please don't hurt yourself.Dear Mommy. in Free Verse More Like This
I need you to hold my hand.
From crossing the little old gravel road
To helping me find wonderland.
Dear mommy, please don't hate yourself.
I love the way you used to be.
Happy and joyful, so filled with love
Or at least that's how you seemed to me.
Dear mommy, maybe I don't understand.
But please don't let yourself go.
I need you now more than ever,
And more than you'll ever know.
Dear mommy, please don't leave me.
I love you.. Don't you understand?
Mommy, please don't kill yourself.
I still need you to hold my hand.
You don't just die.Do you understand?You don't just die. in Free Verse More Like This
The blade against your wrist
Doesn't just slice your skin.
It cuts through others
Do you understand?
You don't just kill yourself.
You kill everyone.
From YOUR goodbyes.
Do you understand?
You don't just die.
You take everyone down
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.
I am not a stereotypeSlide the blade across your wrist.I am not a stereotype in Free Verse More Like This
"Doesn't it hurt?"
I can't feel anything.
Punch your own stomach.
Does it hurt yet?
"Why do you do that?"
The pain makes me feel alive.
"I don't know."
"What's wrong with you?"
I'm dead inside.
I'm just depressed.
Stare at your arms.
"What are you doing?"
I just have low self esteem.
I'm just human.
I'm just me.
RIP Unborn BabyTiny little bodyRIP Unborn Baby in Free Verse More Like This
Quiet little heartbeats.
See this little pea? That's how big you are right now.
But Mommy doesn't know that yet.
Little fingers start to grow
out of tiny little hands.
See this little peanut? That's how big you are right now.
But Mommy doesn't know that yet.
Your tiny legs start to grow
out of your sweet little body.
See this little pencil tip? That's how big your footprints are right now.
But Mommy doesn't know that yet.
Weak little heartbeat.
Weak little baby.
See these smiles on our faces? That's how loved you are right now.
But you don't know that yet.
Gone little heartbeat.
Gone little baby.
See us walking into the doctor's office? That's how excited we are right now.
But you don't know that yet.
"I'm so sorry for your loss."
See these tears on our faces? That's how much we love you right now.
But you don't know that yet.
A baby that had Daddy'
Dear Daddy, I hate you.Dad,Dear Daddy, I hate you. in Free Verse More Like This
There's something I want you to know,
Because, hey dad..
I'm not stupid.
I know you're not going to be here
Something I wanted to say..
I hate you.
I hate how you've been there for me.
I hate how you made me who I am today.
I hate how you've always inspired me,
And I hate how you've been the best father anyone could ask for.
I hate how I know you enough to know exactly what you're going to say.
I hate how you know me the same way.
I hate how you love your family more than anything.
I hate how you've been strong just so we don't feel weak,
And I hate how you never gave up on us.
On your family.
On your daughters.
I hate knowing that it's going to be
I'm going to miss you, Dad.
... Daddy, I'm going to miss you.
And I hate you for that.
ImpulsosRecorres hasta el último rincón de mi cuerpo solo con tu mirada,Impulsos in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
en esta noche perdida, llena de segundos incontables
te has hecho mi dueño sin avisarme...
Tus manos temblorosas recorren la geografía impensable
deja de existir todo aquello que no sea tuyo,
un vapor caliente asciende de mis entrañas sintiéndote.
Es una sola sombra la que nos envuelve confundiendo pieles,
destrozando límites, disolviendo el silencio en nuestros nombres.
LucesAsimilo silenciosamente este amor que me consume,Luces in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
estas palabras dichas en tantos ciclos que se han vuelto laberinto.
Comprendo que de una u otra forma existen puentes eternamente inconclusos,
que tus manos no vuelven,
que los besos se atan a cualquier razón,
que las sombras pasan pero dejan huella,
que te tomo por ausencia cuando te encuentro en cada esquina.
Y allí, sobre el vuelo alborotado de muchos silencios
y el inesperado fluir de imágenes antiguas,
en las manos de un niño, en un viejo recuerdo del mismo lugar,
de un día que no existirá, allí...comprendo que te vas.
Dejar de ladoMejor dejarte en el rincon que se pierde en sí mismoDejar de lado in Other More Like This
sobre esas palabras rebuscadas
y esa mirada de bosque hundido.
Olvidar tu nombre de eco,
de silabas cortas y actos lejanos
abrir un sendero por entre las rejas de tu piel y huir
sin freno ni parada.
Huir del cansancio constante de afrontar
que algunos cambios son gratuitos e irracionales,
Mejor dejar de lado ese camino ciego
camino de sólo eso...y nada más.
RinconAfuera cae granizo.Rincon in Other More Like This
Un viento helado sube por mis pies descalzos,
lastima mis rodillas.
Y es un rincón obscuro quien aloja mis ojos cerrados,
un camino inconcluso quien devora mis pasos,
un silencio ciego quien me arrastra hasta el fondo inevitable
de cualquier sentido....
Esta noche, cada noche...Del vacío inmensoEsta noche, cada noche... in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
del mudo espacio
De minutos punzantes
y horas interminables.
Del silencio de una vida,
de una vida en silencio...
me has salvado....
DecisionSobre el calor de tus manos dejo mi almaDecision in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
mas que desnuda....: transparente.
Nacen flores de la sombra,
y del silencio sales tú.
El abrazo perdido y encontrado,
la palabra esperada,
la existencia completa...
El tiempo que faltaba.
La mano que me salva,
el alma que me abriga,
el beso de mis labios,
el calor, la vida.
Escribo hoyEscribo hoy para aquellos días que pasaron,Escribo hoy in Other More Like This
aquellos días que vendrán...
Para esa mirada mía que vio tantas muertes diluídas,
tantos tragos amargos.
Escribo y encuentro hoy
que los caminos dolientes,
que la sombra herida del tiempo
de aquellas muertes sin sueño,
son ahora una huella más
del paso de las vidas sobre otras,
del paso del mismo tiempo sobre las sombras.
Escribo hoy para esa promesa cumplida,
para esa promesa que se cumple,
para esa mirada,
que dulce me recibe ahora en las manos del destino.
Escribo para esas manos que me guardan,
para el abrazo en el que anido,
para los labios que me nombran,
que me hacen, que me pintan
y desarman en silencio
mis enredos en sonrisas,
para ese tiempo que solo existe
de tanto amarlo.
Hoy, escribo y encuentro,
simplemente te encuentro...
HallazgoCaminan de espaldas hacia el abismo,Hallazgo in Other More Like This
pobres miradas sin retorno.
Caen exactamente por donde pretendieron trepar,
con esos brazos rechazados,
con ese corazón agonizante.
Ahora, en silencio
mueren y matan ...
Ausencia de vosImito tus manos en mi rostro,Ausencia de vos in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
e imagino tus labios sobre mi frente
que pronuncian la promesa quizás imposible
de encontrar un lugar para ambos
después de las palabras,
después del dolor,
después de la muerte
tal vez después de nosotros...
Donde ni siquiera la esperanza es capaz de llegar,
allá tan lejos que cada centímetro es un siglo ausente,
un vacío insalvable,
Donde ni siquiera hay silencio...
Razones en vanoRondan por mis manos preguntas de alas cortas,Razones en vano in Other More Like This
obscuras como ideas,
certeras como dardos,
rotundas como sombras,
Rondan imagenes cortadas,
Rondan palabras de un solo lado,
razones en vano...
heart crossed.heart crossed. in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
"who's that kid?" i ask, pointing at the boy whose hair cannot decide if it is red or gold. he holds a basketball in his small hands, bouncing it, once, twice, before putting it through the hoop in a perfect arc.
"james," the counselor responds, and leans closer. "he's a foster kid, you know."
i don't know.
the boy turns at that moment and catches me watching him. unthinkingly i form my thumbs and index fingers into a heart and flash it at him. he nods to his teammates and leaves the court, climbing the bleachers to where i sit.
"did you see my shot?" he asks.
"yes." pause. "i'm kelsey."
"i know," he says, and runs back to his game.
at the end of the camp day i wave to the buses as they leave the parking lot. the final bus clicks and pops to life, and from the last seat i see james cup his hands into a heart and press it against the window at me. i fumble to free my hands and return the gesture, but the bus turns the corner and he is gone.
it doesn't take long for me to vow that if i
throwing rocks.so i want to grow up and get a job and make happy, make money, make forget. i can't though, i'm too concerned with windchimes. i mean, fuck windchimes, right? i lie awake at night and listen to rigs on the rumble strip and the windchimes, (mostly the trucks), but damn, the tinkling is enough to keep me awake all night. but sometimes not, and then i dream i drown or maybe i marry a serial killer who props up corpses in rocking chairs or sometimes i dream about my ex-boyfriend's little sister because why not. then i wake up and it's taxes and credit cards and grades and people dying and shit.throwing rocks. in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
i don't know what is wrong with me.
i mean i do, though, it's called obsessive compulsive disorder and major depressive disorder and severe anxiety and a bunch of other shit that takes too long to detail, but i'm talking about the pieces insurance won't cover.
also fuck claire danes.
it's just like, when i close the door behind me i push on the doorknob six times plus seven plus seve
glittering, struggling.i.glittering, struggling. in Free Verse More Like This
"i am going to make every person
around me as happy as i can,"
i bravely declare.
"you should get a job," you offer,
and i draw a heart on a whiskey
bottle and say that making people
happy is my new job.
"you should get a paying job,"
you clarify, and i fill the whiskey
bottle with glitter and kiss you
until it doesn't matter anymore.
you don't need money if you're
i tell you that i'm going to leave
because even if it hurts now, it will
eventually make you happy, and
you refuse to speak to me for
the rest of the night.
and here i thought i had
all of the answers.
you joke about going to med school
just so you can keep me alive forever.
i joke about doing some nice deeds
so people will write kind things about
me in my obituary.
neither of us think the other
is particularly funny.
you roll over in bed and whisper,
"did you mean what you said, kel?
about making people happy?"
i pretend to be asleep so that
i don't have to tell you that the only
people that i want to
sticks and stones.broken people like to write poems about how they are broken.sticks and stones. in Free Verse More Like This
they like to turn people into words because no one's heart
has ever been punctured by parentheses, but by god it's not
for lack of trying. in a poem, broken people can have hangnails
and they never have to brush their hair because the tangles
symbolize the time they lost their virginity and there are no mirrors
unless they write about one and force themselves to look into it.
broken people also like to use cliche metaphors
but that is okay because when you are broken
sometimes cliche metaphors are all you have left.
"i am a rose and you think i'm beautiful so you
keep ramming me into your eye, thorn first."
"i am uncut grass and you roll around in me,
joyful, shaking, but when you stop to catch
your breath and look at your forearms you
see that they're covered in hundreds of tiny cuts."
"i am a dandelion. i don't know why but goddamnit
i am tender and damaged and i've already written
a poem where i've mentioned turning into
Last WordsIn the beginning you never want to let her go,Last Words in Free Verse More Like This
and so you don't for a long, long time.
You commit to bobby pins underfoot, mismatched
plates stacked like landmines,
long hairs that circle and clog the drain, filling the tub
with stagnant water.
You tell her something that you love about her
each night before you fall asleep,
until one day you look at her and realize that you
don't know what to say anymore.
“I am not happy.”
You whisper this to yourself once and then try to say it louder,
but the words won't cooperate.
Maybe a whisper is as loud as this thought can exist,
or maybe some words weren't meant to be spoken aloud,
but you still think them, and yes,
you whisper them to yourself
when she isn't listening.
Perhaps this is what you should have been telling her
each night as her hands searched for you in the darkness.
This isn't happening, you think,
unless it is.
You wonder if you owe her something,
like your heart, maybe, your red hooded sweatshirt,
you can't make them love you.He is beautiful, new, unexplored. He has wanted to kiss her ever since they met one week ago and fell prey to helpless chemistry.you can't make them love you. in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Dont, she says, moving her hands in a subconscious yes pattern along his arm as he rubs his cheek against hers. You dont even know my favourite colour. The wind cuts through her thin jacket, and his chest is so warm.
Red, he guesses, improbably correct. His ears are cold.
And how many dogs do I have?
Two, he says, and she laughs wildly at his luck as he nuzzles her neck.
Im trying to save you, she tells him, pushing fruitlessly against his broad shoulders. So you dont wa
no one warned the little girlssometimes you will fall in love with the handsno one warned the little girls in Free Verse More Like This
or with the jawline, not with the penis.
watch out for boys whose eyes
are rougher than their voices.
little girls love hard and fast, and it is a lie
to say that words will never hurt you.
kissing in the rain is not romantic.
it's cold and wet, and your nipples
will be like pebbles digging into his skin.
he'll wipe water from your lashes,
and, if he is polite, he'll pretend
not to notice his thumb blackened by mascara.
later as he sleeps you will watch his lips,
unable to feel anything except your hair
curled damply against your skin.
when you were young, sex was strange
and scary and unreasonable.
when you grow older, that doesn't change at all.
please, do not use the flavored condoms.
getting married tastes like a wedding
invitation, heavy cardstock and eggplant ink.
if you cut your tongue and bleed
all over the calligraphy, it's bad luck.
when you speak your vows and look in his eyes,
you will still feel the blood
in your mouth, warm a
fifty-seven degrees.i.fifty-seven degrees. in Free Verse More Like This
it is summer and i want to write you poems
about how it is fifty-seven degrees and i am shaking.
it is summer and i want to crawl through your second-story
window and tell you about the butterfly i saw and named "cloudcityscandal,"
but you are always asleep and dreamless.
it is summer and whenever i sleep i only dream about you, so how is that fair.
it is summer and i don't go to church but spend all my time confessing.
it is summer and i don't discharge static before pumping gas.
it is summer and where is my paradise. where is my sanity.
where is my personal weight-loss consultant and complimentary iced beverage.
it is summer and i am already wishing it were spring.
when i was five i made a green and purple
friendship bracelet at summer camp.
i don't know where it is,
but sometimes it's all i want.
you and i hike up past the clouds until
the rain and cold can't touch us.
we have three bruised shins and two quiet
arguments between us, and we name them summer.
(you climb moun
telling a sad story backwards-17.telling a sad story backwards- in Short Stories More Like This
it smells like grief and sterilized metal.
i climb into andrews bed, though the nurses have strictly forbidden it. he closes his eyes and holds me tightly, because he says when he cant see me, it is easier to pretend i never happened to him.
he pushes the cart aggressively down the aisle, pretending to mow over old ladies doing their sunday shopping.
"stop," i say giggling, lobbing a can of ravioli at him.
for a moment i think he simply didn't see me throw the can; it glances off his chest and falls to the floor, exploding in a pattern of red arrows. i don't notice his eyes rolling back in his head or the graceful way his body collapses to the floor.
the only thing i notice is the distinct thudding sound as his head hits the metal shelf and the screaming that may or may not be mine.
later in the hospital he calls for me and says he wants to apologize for keeping secrets, and the doctors launch into a medical explanation of his cancer.
their eyes are sad.
How To Show A Girl She Can Love HerselfWhen you see her cryHow To Show A Girl She Can Love Herself in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
you get a rag,
a gentle delicate clothe
lovingly grasp her hand
and dab its tip
to dry each tear as they come
and ask each drop
why it'd leave
such beautiful eyes.
If she wishes
to be in the sky
Tell her to go
Take the sun ransom
And replace it in the sky
So you can see her every morning
and plead for her
To return each night.
When you see her scars
gently like you might
caress the broken wing
Of a dove
and remind her
that for every hurt
that she's survived
has only made her
that much more unique
that much stronger.
Show her that she is worthy of love
That she deserves the love
she fears to give...
show her so that
one day after you're
I'm sorry I never loved youI'm sorryI'm sorry I never loved you in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I'm sure you want
that to mean alot of things
but in truth it means one
I'm sorry I never loved you
not in the way
you would've wanted me to
not in the way you needed me to,
I'm sorry I loved the ideal
of you and me
the wonderful beauty that
be birthed from our attractions
more than I loved the person
within that fantasy.
I'm sorry I forced
the delusion of perfection
upon you and held
you to those
of my selfish imagination.
I'm sorry that I placed
the necessity of us
above the desires of you.
that I wasn't the guy you deserved
and that I wasted my few chances
with someone as wonderful as you.
I'm sorry I never loved you
till you were already gone.
FrustrationLove, the lies you speak drip from every pore.Frustration in Free Verse More Like This
And hadn't you heard we see much more?
Like all the trauma that's built up your wall?
Or all the times we watched you climb, to see you fall?
Darling, didn't you hear that you're dead wrong,
That you stayed behind, while you should've moved on?
Are the words that I'm saying new to your mind?
Honey, have you realized you're lagging behind?
Tell me, when the poison went down, with that peaceful burn,
Did you see all the things you wanted to learn?
With your clouded judgment, dear, can you finally see
All of those things that you could never be?
So to hell with ambition, it's something we lack.
Just fool around, I'll pick up the slack.
UntitledI pray you didn't seeUntitled in Free Verse More Like This
The tears that fell from my eyes
When you turned away
And said your last goodbyes.
I hope you heard me whisper
"Please don't ever go."
I waited for you to turn back
But my voice was just too low.
I wish that you'd told me
The truth instead of lies.
You used to say forever
But not it's just goodbyes.
As I lay in darkenss
I hope that this is true,
That as your face haunts me,
My face is haunting you.
The metal on my flesh
The bitter tear in my eye
While you lived and breathed
I felt that I should die.
I hope you never read this
Though it might change your mind
About what you've done
To the girl you left behind
A Beauty and A BeastThere's a sparkle in your eyes, my dearA Beauty and A Beast in Free Verse More Like This
That can light up a room.
An ominous beast approaches
And your eyes cloud with doom.
Where an ambitious girl once stoond
A hollow doll now lays.
And on her flawless face
An empty expression stays.
The beast retreats
And all is well at last,
But the beauty's eyes
Are tainted with the past
The thing that she loves most
Is the thing that hides her away
She has her blissful moments
To keep the nightmares at bay.
The beauty has such lovely eyes
That he beast loves to steal
I pray this is only a story,
far too horrible to be real
Broken GirlIs anyone out there?Broken Girl in Free Verse More Like This
Can anyone hear me?
Can't you see me?
The broken girl in the corner,
Reaching out for help,
Drying her eyes.
Battered by your mistakes,
Starving for your love,
Scarred by what you've done.
I cannot see anymore,
The darkness consumed me.
Cast in the shadows
Of everything you say she is.
You've stolen everything I had
And created this monster.
Abandoning the gift you had,
The precious life you made.
UnnoticedUnnoticed in Free Verse More Like This
The world outside is quiet,
Disturbed by the sound of cracking ice,
Wind rushing through frozen trees.
My thoughts are flowing,
Trying to fill the void,
In times that seem most fitting.
The distance remains unchanging,
The space between our bodies,
The lines that seperate.
My efforts to change the world,
To save the people in it,
The world outside is quiet,
The people turned away,
Forgetting the mess we've made.
HypnotizeMy heart beats as it shouldHypnotize in Free Verse More Like This
As it always has.
I grow and learn everyday
As I always have.
I breathe in, I breathe out
And take in the atmosphere.
But the second you hypnotize me,
Entrance me with those eyes,
I forget everything I knew
My heart skips a beat,
Lost in the thunder of your laughter.
My vocabulary dissapates,
My tongue ties in knots.
It's the most terrifying feeling in existence.
The feeling of falling and floating.
Yet your presence eliminates this,
Fills me with wonder and belief.
You're my religion, my logic.
My stability, my anarchy.
Everything I could ask for
In every breath you take.
FacadeWhen I die, paint my lips cherry red.Facade in Free Verse More Like This
Paint a curl in the corners
So it looks like I am smiling.
Be sure to seal my eyelids tight
And hide my bloodshot eyes.
Even if they were open
I doubt you'd see the pain.
Be careful that my eyes
No longer look red and puffy
From all those tears I never cried.
Dress me to impress
Because that's what you all expect.
Cover my arms carefully
To hide fresh lacerations.
Don't tell them it was my own fault
It gives you a bad reputation.
Tell them that I was happy
And loved all I had.
Feed them your lies.
They'll eat them gluttonously.
Play all those love songs
You wished I would love.
Pretend that it was a surprise
That I'd want to leave this earth.
Bury me in the moonlight
So no one can see the flaws.
Both in my casket and me.
Give me red and white roses
To keep me pure and traditional.
At least enough for everyone to believe.
Are You Listening?Did anyone hear me cry outAre You Listening? in Free Verse More Like This
"Please don't leave me a alone today."
Did anyone bother to listen
Or did they just walk away?
Had anyone notcied
That no one noticed me?
Or was it all intentional
That you just let me be?
Nobody cared at all
About the sad girl who cried.
You all just sat and stared
As I slowly rotted inside.
And as I begged for help
No one would shed a tear
While they all observed me
As I collapsed in fear.
After it was all said and done
No one said a word.
As I let out a cry of pain
My voice was never heard
Endymion Wakens (Love, Cherries and Gold)While Selene was out cavorting, at play with her trysts,Endymion Wakens (Love, Cherries and Gold) in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In a mountain cave was hidden her abandoned lover.
All he could do was wait, she tarried no more in his midst
In preference of another, and another other.
Dark from Phoebus' sun lay languishing Endymion,
Lifetimes dreaming, suddenly wakened by a kiss of love
From the sweet cherry red lips of a young golden maiden,
Warmly smiling, seemingly shining, at him from above.
Bewildered by her beauty and goodness shown so purely
To a stranger she gave life to who was sleeping in death.
Her eyes were blue pools, calm, deep, she was no mortal surely.
She was like Spring, so alive! And she took away his breath.
He carried his fair savior out where the morning star
Heralded the dawn and she stared at him in wonderment:
A god-like prince and shepherd, she had loved him from afar,
Since she had discovered him all was pain and merriment.
To her voice nor touch would he respond in his spellbound sleep.
She had cried one thousand tears for the fat
Taking Back The DayCandy tastes bitterTaking Back The Day in Free Verse More Like This
on this arbitrary day.
Kisses look like
little wrapped bombs
in aluminum foil;
no X's & O's for me -
I'm not hungry anyway.
But I cannot stand
the sight of flowers.
Carnations are too sweet.
Roses are too dusky,
and far too inviting,
and without shame.
Stamp 'em in a card
and give 'em to your lover,
then burn all the rest
for the sake of the rest of us.
Let's have a bonfire of the vanity
of this 'gifts for sex'
Saint Hallmark's Day.
Now gather round ye lonely,
and warm your hearts;
we are taking back the day.
Don't worry, lovebirds,
we'll throw it back
after our blood mingles
with strawberry champagne,
but as the number 14,
because a day belongs to no one.
The Importance of Gold FlecksHereditary.The Importance of Gold Flecks in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I learned the meaning of the word when I was young on a summer afternoon. Too hot to play outside, I was sitting with my dad on our blue couch with the small white polka dot fabric. In retrospect, it was probably a tacky piece of furniture, but love is unconditional when you are small, and I sure did love that couch. I remember my dad watching Winnie the Pooh with me every Saturday morning on its spotted cushions. That day, though, we had a conversation about eyes that I never forgot, and even then, its deeper meaning was not lost on me.
"Daddy, your eyes are green like a cat's," I said.
He smiled, and told me that mine were also green, but unlike his, they changed colors. "Sometimes they are blue. Your eyes were so blue when you were a baby! Big and blue.... Someti
AvianYou used to tell her she had bird bones -Avian in Free Verse More Like This
it was only a joke,
but you would hold her tightly
so she could not fly away.
Now you carry starlings in your pockets
to feel their little hearts
fluttering much like hers did
when you lay your head upon her chest,
heart beating the way yours did,
before she flew away with it
as you always knew she would.
Tonight you are haunted
by a swan with a broken neck.
It is a dream,
just a nightmare,
but you know that it is her...
She has returned to you
decked out in feathers,
choking on a heart,
and you're frightened as hell
at how god damn beautiful
she is in broken symmetry,
but you find relief in your fistfuls of feathers.
Selkie There is a fisherman sitting on a rock by the shore; his forlorn grey eyes watching grey clouds rolling over apathetic grey waves, and beyond, a grey horizon.Selkie in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He sits with empty hooks, empty nets, empty stomach, wrapped in layers of clothes like broken shutters that do not keep the chill out. Young and tan, he is, skin chapped by the wind, broad shouldered and well muscled from breaking his back dawn to dusk.
That must be all he knows, a grey life of work and water.
come to the shore,
and I will meet you there.
I am velvet,
I am smooth.
come down to the water.
let's play in the sea.
Forget your empty stomach,
there is only me
and the rolling waves.
Forget your net,
and your steel hooks,
they have nothing on me.
Must I come to you, for you see me not? I am shedding my skin, for you, fisherman.
Behold now the fair maiden down by the shore; my ivory skin, rose in the
A Poet IsA poet is a liar with a silver tongue pen, and a bleeding heart on the other end.A Poet Is in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
We are anagrams and metaphors and sphinxes in sheep skin.
Every letter is an actor that we send into the wind,
And we're only as good as the words you believe in.
Nocturne for Violin and PianoFootsteps resound on small cobbled streets,Nocturne for Violin and Piano in Free Verse More Like This
and large paved roads
and grand halls with floors of marble.
Like a piano, I am your accompaniment.
Heartstrings cry like violins
pleading to the heavens and you,
the sound reflecting off the silvery moon
and left painfully hanging in the ether.
I will follow
Tread no farther.
to the ends of the earth
Our world has ended.
until there is nothing left of me.
There is nothing left of me.
Come home, love.
Dust and memories
Come home, love.
of your arms
Come home, love.
are where my home lies, now.
The shiver in your voice belies your words