I'm talking myself in circles,I screamed,I'm talking myself in circles, in Free Verse More Like This
"There is nothing
wrong with me, not a damn
I wanted to believe
the big dipper on my arm
meant something more
than sun marks & kisses.
But, how can I trust words
that slip through my teeth
as easy as breathing
when this star
has only ever learned
how to f
I wish...I’ve been sitting on your doorstep for three days.I wish... in Free Verse More Like This
Here are the nothings I left under the mat:
i.I do not feel like a lion anymore,
an alpha wolf, a hyena or
any other strong-willed beast.
I want to take my scars
out to lunch,
feed them your eyes,
& your tongue
until it bleeds sorrow,
and “please forgive me’s”.
iii. You wish I never existed
as you grind those words
into my wrists like they are
red hibiscus blossoms.
& I’ll have you know
I am a flower, bloomed,
rooted deep into the soil.
You are just a combination
of 26 letters-
an “I wish…”
wet scribbles, tattooed tragedyI am shedding my skinwet scribbles, tattooed tragedy in Free Verse More Like This
like the poetry that bleeds
from your ink-cracked lips
onto the bare bones of my
Unfold these moon-shy limbs
that chase silence
& beg stay-with-me.
For you are the only verse
hidden within this labyrinth
of scar-damaged flesh.
Muse:She corrodes star shapes intoMuse: in Free Verse More Like This
the hearts of sleeping poets,
I did a thing!I told you guys I was going to do it, and I did.I did a thing! in Personal More Like This
It's my graduation/Christmas present to myself.
My emotions are all over the place; I can't stop crying.
This means so much to me.
I suppose I'll write up a better explanation and story behind this later. I just feel like I'm floating right now.
Dear Poetry isn't just my username, it means too much to me to be only that. Poetry has honestly saved my life. Sometimes people ask me where I would be if I wasn't writing, and I tell them dead. There has been so much wrong in my life, and always kept it so hidden before someone told me to write it all down.
And last night, everything just seemed to click together. It was spur of the moment, and I walked into this tattoo parlor only seeking a price quote. The owner asked me how much I had on me, and personally did my tattoo for 25 dollars. I wanted to cry right then and there because he was being so nice to me. I think he could tell how much this simple tattoo meant to me. A
free birdit’s a need to feel the suns golden fingersfree bird in Free Verse More Like This
teasing figure eights along my back,
& the wind on my cheeks.
i must have been
a bird in some past life,
a swallow or a hummingbird.
because, i swear on some nights
i can feel the growing pains of an atlas
ready to burst through my skin like wings.
i just want to be
NaPoWriMo: Day 8I was toldNaPoWriMo: Day 8 in Free Verse More Like This
to slice through the thickest
of scar tissue this evening.
Let all my inner demons
fall to the floor
& write them out
in my own black blood.
It’s not red anymore,
even though needles
& the bruises
laid out like war-lands
on my arms
I don’t think it ever was,
My mind is a mess
of free versed insecurities,
cat’s eye marbles,
& untamed forest fires-
I still don’t have the nerve
to slice open my skin
& bleed for her.
NaPoWriMo: Day 7Watch out.NaPoWriMo: Day 7 in Free Verse More Like This
She’s a devil,
Glad for her spine,
& her teeth,
even God hands fear her.
For she has arched her back
for a flower-woman
with sin dripping
from her fingers
-who taught her
how to laugh
like the stars.
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.
Practice Poem - Man In CagePractice Poem - Man in Cage:Practice Poem - Man In Cage in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
When I was young I was taught that pain begets pain,
Anger and animosity, malice and cruelty;
So deeply inflicted, so lovingly gifted.
I tasted of its rotten core and dared to call it sweet.
But what do I have to show for it?
White hot scars that burn in my dreams.
Reminders of a fragmented bi-polar self;
Self inflicted propaganda, to reinforce the "truth".
Truth so lovingly fabricated by a weakness within,
So desperately crying out for vindication;
Openly denying all that might shed light upon me,
Seeking only the company of shades in shadows...
Within four walls I sleep in exile;
Quietly pretending that I am still sane,
Never noticing how it has all turned out;
Alone I remain the same...
Never reaching, never living; I am free within the cage
-Chen Yuan Wen, 1st January 2012
Practice Poem - Poor Little TimmyPractice Poem - Poor Little Timmy:Practice Poem - Poor Little Timmy in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Down into well, poor Timmy fell,
Down he fell into the pits of hell.
Brought into hell by an eldritch spell,
Poor little Timmy who fell down the well.
Alone he cowered and shivered and shook,
He shook for hours, so long it took,
So long it took for him to feel well,
Well enough to explore this hell...
Through pathways littered with scenes most gory;
Most gory indeed was little Timmy's story,
A story of fear and suffering defined,
Poor little Timmy, he ran out of time...
Now then, I think I'll go welcome my little guest...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 14th December 2012
Practice Poem - Artistic FrustrationPractice Poem - Artistic Frustration:Practice Poem - Artistic Frustration in Free Verse More Like This
Wrong, wrong, wrong, WRONG!
Everything is wrong.
'As then sun dew drips from her eyes'-
Do I really think that'll be good enough?
Hours spent on each piece -
Punctuated only by sound of ripping paper -
To lie crumpled upon my wooden floor,
Unable to be forgotten.
As the hours pass and the day wears on,
More and more worlds are crushed by my hands.
Realities sprawled upon a single piece of paper,
To die as quickly as they are formed.
A man's whose romance is torn in two,
A vampire about to meet his prey.
A werewolf standing against an army
And a boy facing the world alone.
These are the lives that I hold in my hand;
Fictional lives, but precious still.
Yet as soon as I see their imperfections,
I destroy the evidence in a throe of shame.
These crumpled masses that now surround me,
They aren't the proof of perfection's pursuit...
They are merely my feeble, worthless attempts,
To disguise my own ineptitude.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 15th Decembe
DeceptiveDeceptive in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Tempting with beautiful wings;
-Chen Yuan Wen, 4th January 2013
Shatter PointShatter Point:Shatter Point in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Can you see
what all the world has-
Done to me
I've locked away my-
I wanna break
My shatter point, my shatter point
I'm up against the wall at my shatter point
A thousand faces keep calling to me into the night
Their whispers drive me further up and away from the light!
Just fall again and-
I want you down and you'll-
Just stop breathing and-
The shatter point, the shatter point
You know that you are up and against the wall
The shatter point, my shatter point
Leave me breaking against my shatter point
A thousand faces keep calling me into the night
I'll waste away in the whispers that taint all the light
Just leave me breaking against the weight of the wall
It keeps me close to the edge until I learn to FALL!
-Chen Yuan Wen, 25th August 2012
Artist ExploitationArtist Exploitation - The New Game Plan:Artist Exploitation in Articles & Interviews More Like This
My dearest readers,
I have recently learned of a rather disturbing business plan being utilised by business people of an unscrupulous variety.
In essence their plan is simple: They gather art from many applicants and then they publish it as a magazine and sell it COMMERCIALLY!
Now then, why is this a problem? They tend to claim you get the benefits of advertisement and artists will be invited to read their works etc.
Well here's how the scam unfolds:
1. They get the artwork you created and an implied permission of use from you due to the voluntary submission
2. There is no formal written contract, so they can do as they please and you have no legal right to claim redress as you voluntarily submitted your work in.
3. Their potential benefits are a total sham and in essence they are asking you to work for free. Want a dissection? I'll explain:
- The item getting advertised is NOT your work. Your work is a part of the item. What is gettin
If you give in, they winIf you give in, they win:If you give in, they win in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
There ain't no one in the world who can decide your limit,
Cause if you're playing this game, then you're playin' to win it.
I don't believe in the words of the hopeless and dry;
These wings are born full of freedom and they're achin' to fly.
I don't care if the world gives me scars on my back,
Cause I will wear them with pride over a suit that is black.
I am the heaven and the hell and I'll make you believe it;
I am an angel and a demon and I swear that you'll feel it.
Cause I ain't never gonna give in - never say die.
Until the moment that I am ash I will always have tried.
Until the very last minute, when the skies are grey,
You see it raining black lightning but I'll never go astray.
Because the path is before me; it's laden with dirt,
But I will trudge across the mud to the heart of the earth.
I am the core of what makes you; the drill that'll breakthrough,
So follow if you feel me cause I'm comin' right at you.
Your attitudes are made from a bo
Tired, Exhausted, DrainedTired, Exhausted, Drained:Tired, Exhausted, Drained in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am bloody exhausted! Drained to the core of my soul.
I wake up every morning with bags; burning ever deeper into my eyes.
Sunken masses of flesh, reminding me that the dreamscape -
One in which I sought refuge; is now buried where it lies.
Yet still I force myself to trudge through this wilderness.
Forever caught in a moon drenched, delusory twilight.
An endless cycle of failure and renewed hope;
Giving rise to the very stubbornness that defines me.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 5th February 2013
Hey BroHey Bro:Hey Bro in Free Verse More Like This
It's been awhile since I've come by
I guess that's my bad this time
A lot of stuff has changed recently
And I kind of wish that you could see it all
I've got a girlfriend now, she's sweet and caring
I remember when you used to joke that I'd never get one
It always used to make me so mad...
Did you know, she's got green eyes. My favourite colour
She makes great food and I really wish she could have met you
Diablo three finally came out and I know we were waiting for that one
You always used to promise that we'd play it together sometime
But I know that it's impossible with the way things are...
I thought a lot about getting the game, walked into the store even
I tried picking it up, but my hands just kept shaking
I ended up leaving without buying anything...
You know, I still have all of our old stuff...
Your dice, your miniatures, your Paladin character sheet
It's even got that little stain in the corner, the big yellow one
I remember how pissed
Cold RazorsCold Razors:Cold Razors in Free Verse More Like This
Let it pierce into my flesh
The cold metal of razors
and let me carve into my skin
a wonderous design of love
Love for the pain which I inflict upon myself
Love for the disgusting toxin which I bleed from deep within me
Love for all the people that remind me everyday of how pointless my existence is
Oh, I'm sorry, did you want to say something too?
Did you want to enjoy of this toxic waste?
This nauseating poisonous sulphurous odious mixture of noxious FUMES!
Ah, but you're one of the normal people aren't you
You can comb your hair without pain
You can dye it any colour you want
You can style it in any manner you please...
and yet you choose to complain?
Oh that's right, you can run too
You can run and jump and vault and swim and whatever else you feel like doing
You can enjoying the feeling of wind in your face without the need of
Ah, but that's alright, here let me sit and congratulate you
Let me pat you on the back for bringing glory to us al
No More Than Just A Dreamlost in a day that promised nothingNo More Than Just A Dream in Free Verse More Like This
yet took everything but a glimpse of light
left in a memory that swallowed the sadness
that envelopes this day
thrown from a dream, tossed into a nightmare
where a fire is burning which cant seem to be extinguished
want to give up but can only watch with melancholy eyes
as the walls build themselves up all around
choked from the smoke and shadows
which leaves a hollow emptiness deep inside
yet what is being formed is a heart of glass
for the memories that faded are no more than just a dream
that longed for a perception untainted by things that
were less than what they seem
Silent WhispersSilence can be reflected asSilent Whispers in Free Verse More Like This
welcomed peace or wrap the heart
in freezing cold ice cubes
it can drown the soul by
echoing its lonely speech
in each second that pass;
trying to control fate
a lonely brick wall is built
to cover the many tears which
feels the chills grow wild
tomorrows grief will freeze promises
in the silence yet there is no sound
for silence is there waiting with
soft silent whispers
Deep Within Sadnessthere's nowhere to runDeep Within Sadness in Free Verse More Like This
just darkness all around
with silence in her heart
she's turning black inside
there's no way out
is this the end of
her pain and fear ?
has the time come to leave
can she find a way out
of this dreadful place?
there's nothing left for her to do
she's scarred for her life yet
still in the cold and dark
is her game over ?
just a lonely soul
she returns but still
drowning deep within sadness
yet still breathing
To Easily Slip AwayI'm so confused and not sure what to doTo Easily Slip Away in Free Verse More Like This
there's alot floating through my brain
I'm up late most nights pondering over it all
it is just too much for me to handle
I write down what I'm thinking
I paste all the pieces together
trying to find clues that may lead
me to the door of a clearer view
sometimes I clean my life's window
to the point where I can see everything
but soon the black cloud of depression
covers me once again blocking my vision
sometimes I scrub my window so hard
I leave scratches which are like infections
that keep coming back and can't really be healed
I see things of the past, the future, and the present
floating pass me that I'm unable to reach
and all the things I have a hold on
seem to easily slip away
HOW...?I know that love is just an emotion butHOW...? in Free Verse More Like This
it can bring more than that to the table...
its a state of mind which comes from within...
love is a complicated thing...
it's what makes us who we are and defines our personality...
it is wondrous what love can do to people...
most of us spend our whole lives trying to figure it out..
how can a four letter word hold so much?
Forever Wonderingno colorForever Wondering in Free Verse More Like This
just black and white
everything is gone
nothing is the same
I'm laying here just thinking
when will it be just right?
looking up to the colorless sky
I wonder what went wrong
did all sins overflow the earth?
or was this the end of the song?
stars are falling apart
climbing their way to the real world
but I can't get up and I'm stuck
the sky seems to taunt me saying "Good Luck"
time passes by so slow
and yet I did not know
how long I've been there
laying in despair
when will it end?
as I look at the stars
I'll never find the way into the light
forever wondering when will it all be right
A KissSome people need a peck or twoA Kiss in Free Verse More Like This
for others a simple smooch will do
but many, a graze may stimulate;
and others may want to osculate.
and then, there are those who need a smack;
for flowery words they have a knack.
but all I want is truly this
a big plain old fashion kiss!
Shatterd Piecesshould she pick up the pieces or leave them shattered on the floor?Shatterd Pieces in Free Verse More Like This
can they change together or should she close her heart's door?
it feels like forever since they last kissed
all the loving memories will for sure be missed
she's going to pick up the pieces and try to make something new
something stronger and better than what she knew
retaining the good and abandoning the bad
for she'll never forget the good times they had
Memories Are:frozen fragments of lightMemories Are: in Free Verse More Like This
hidden within the mind
clinging fragile pieces of ice
will not fade or melt
too far away lasting forever
untouchable shards of the past
Tear By TearThe rain falls tear by tearTear By Tear in Free Verse More Like This
thunder fills her heart as
lightning crashes in her ear
she looked up towards
the heavenly sky
with such a questioning
look within her eye
the rain hurts her fragile
skin as it send a reply
again she lifts her head
and screams out to us all
as her tears sluggishly form
and begin to slowly fall
Mah-Jong Sometimes my father would get temporary jobs decorating old lady’s houses within the area of our small harbour side town. He would come home speckled and cheerfully display his work jeans to me; “the sign of a hard day’s work”. He felt proud of the various shades of magnolia that repurposed what once was blue. At times like this, when I got home from school the house would be empty. At first I was delighted to have space for myself, I played Spice Girls loudly on my white cassette player or watched Pokémon on T.V. Eventually the novelty wore off, and when I’d come home to find Dad gone for work I would go truffling, snout in my parents papers to find secrets.Mah-Jong in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
When I was ten I discovered the Mah-jong set. It lay in a small black briefcase-like box, unremarkable but it resembled other boxes in which I’d been able to paw through my mother’s old broken necklaces and pinless broaches so naturally I opened
DanielYou are vertebraeDaniel in Free Verse More Like This
reinforced with titanium
that does not make you the lesser -
You’ve got the weight of the world
on one shoulder
sometimes you trip because of it -
you’re still walking
and if things fused wrong
post or anterior
and if things fused out in the interior
your circuits live on
and if your thoughts get circular
or so do your moods
and your mind blanks and you forget -
you’re nervous but strong -
then I’ll remind you.
Because you give me
the backbone required
you’re my Atlas, so I lift my head,
you’re my axis, so I can face the future
because you are vertebrae
reinforced with titanium.
You’re my inner strength.
That Kind of ThingI took an overdose of liquid nitrogenThat Kind of Thing in Free Verse More Like This
hoping it might numb the pain -
it didn't. It simply froze my blood
so moving felt even heavier than before -
but I used to do those kinds of things.
Used to seek out sharp edges and use them
to balance the blunt, abrupt nature,
of my depressed self image.
It never worked, but sometimes it detracted.
So believe me when I say I'm sorry
and that I try to stop my veins defrosting
when I see you smile - I really try -
I don't want to feel that heart go again
I'm not used to that kind of thing
and I don't want to be reminded
of all the agony of its fractures and its ruins.
Please, forgive me, if I melt around you
even when I know full well
that you are not looking for that kind of thing.
At least, not with me.
I can't help it. You're out of my league
and I'm out of my mind -
but you're warm and even though I fear the thaw
you remind me that there were also good things
that I used to feel.
MatterIt is only a matter of timeMatter in Free Verse More Like This
until the stone lays down with the sheep
Rested firmly above the holes
where our eyes used to be.
It is only a matter of matter
until epitaph and eulogy diminish to dust
becomes the eternal home,
not where our souls used to be.
It is only a matter of fact
that our words will become reductionist, redundant,
the world will forget
where our words used to be.
Happy HourLong-regretted and undigestable wordsHappy Hour in Free Verse More Like This
pressed between lips and sticky glass;
this is how we pass the moments
when the treachery of our own breath
leaves us desperate for release from
between vodka on the rocks
and the hard place in the back of the skull
that holds the swollen root of self doubt.
We pickled it, we prized it out
with pawing uncertain hands groping,
blindly, into each others psychosis -
your hands on my hesitant hips
and my tears on your handkerchief.
I tried to save you, and you me
but no blade worked to ply out the pain
in its pit-stone seating above our spines.
It sat heavy on our minds and sweated,
sweated its mildewous poison into us
and into our tempestuous relationship
until eventually your hands trailed up
to that place where vultures perch their hopes
on prominent collarbones -
your hands round my neck you clawed
and tried to squeeze the poison out of me.
your mouth nor your thumbnail at my throat
with a salt rim like a Margarita glass
The SundancersThe sundancers crease the sky ephemerallyThe Sundancers in Free Verse More Like This
and stain the floor with their bravery, eternally.
The Bone CollectorSometimes my breath catches in my throatThe Bone Collector in Free Verse More Like This
and the very stillness of an earth going
a thousand and three miles per hour
gets lodged there.
Sometimes these simple exchanges
leave me breathless, croaking on dust:
the unfiltered pigments of other people's skin
and blood and ash
but with my tarred lungs and itchy eyes
I sit and sift through charcoaled remains,
alphabetising them from c to c. I am lost
in a world charred brazen.
Many things I have loved have turned to ash.
Many people. I was naive enough to think
that there was some perfect nutritional truth
that could outlast hell-fire.
I claw through a world turned ashen
and know those dead embers collect in my cells
They are the harbingers of a truth
I do not want.
The skittish earth throws its skirts about again
to unsettle us all, and I am unsettled
Alone in the dirt, organising piles of bone-dust
he did not love, at all.
GangrenousThe bloated tongue full of heliumGangrenous in Free Verse More Like This
that escapes the ephemeral and lifts up, skyward –
is stuck in a congealed throat
draped with the closed curtains of bile and blood
souping a dam across her vocal chords. No more words.
The hair is brushed, later, out of its nooseloops
until it is straight and lies flush with the velvet,
in a box only just big enough to bury the dreams of a life
lived without pain
bubbling out of the now dead lips with each breath.
Skin soft turns hard – in the way that all girls do as they age
but she does not age.
She couples only with the wooden box, painted falsely white,
that covers her body and face.
It is the concealer, the mascara, the war paint never worn.
The chemicals of her unusually sewn-together body,
combine in a way geneticists cannot explain
to exude the only smell it can. Of her –
but it is not the familiar any longer. Not the smell of milk and dust.
Now, the acids boil together, to purge her of her pain.
The familiarity of her fades
The OysterIndistinctive slateThe Oyster in Free Verse More Like This
shumbled amid the sand,
jolting in the currents.
Clamped around yourself
like murderous hands
tightening steel around throats
gravely spitting gravel
and ruminating, rotating.
Silt settles on your fore-brow.
There are plenty of fish in the sea;
they kiss the shell curiously
and dart away, afraid.
You remain with jaw clenched,
with spine curved hard,
with shoal grey defences up,
shaking under the temper
of an unjust ocean,
trying to keep your broken fingers
clenched fierce around the cracks.
You keep it safe,
beneath rubble and bone,
and you are so afraid of breaking it
that you convince even yourself
that it's not there -
but while you screw your eyes down,
shutters against the cruel pervading green,
all but you know
that the oyster has a pearl.
Last Flowers to the HospitalThe last flowers to the hospitalLast Flowers to the Hospital in Free Verse More Like This
were peach calla lilies,
upturned cups. (
Peach cordial smashed
across the sterilitical floor-way,
the frantic hup-hup-hup-hup
with no clear reasoning,
with no response.
) A late response
to those wilting hours;
the last flowers to the hospital.
The first flowers, burnt around the edges with funereal inertia, to lay beside her in the ground.
resurgencelet's make small talk,resurgence in Free Verse More Like This
six month silence swelling;
sticking inside our throats,
filling the space between us.
let's make small talk
and skirt furtive eyes around
the absence we never quite
accustomed ourselves to.
this is easy,
but then it's always been
we move lightly,
an oh-so similar
let's make small talk,
stumble on faux pas promises
and the intimacy between two
who are no longer intimate.
orbiting the past,
we dance in words.
collisionsi.collisions in Free Verse More Like This
it is dark, unfamiliar,
but your fingers seek out his,
and you know then
that you are at home
in his harmony
even if just
he's incendiary, sure.
a veritable (volatile)
molotov cocktail of
watch as he emerges,
ashen-limbed from a cocoon of you
to entwine with the threads
that hold you sane.
want nothing more than
to hiss and steam;
than to cool
in your stillness
redolent of broken-record risk-
taking chances until
there's nothing left
but scratches and
glitches in the wordwork
i mean woodwork,
i mean, skin.
but oh god, he loves you
just like this,
this is a choice:
you may destroy him,
extinguish his flames
and half-bury him in
the ashy remnants
of his own conflagration
but it's an impotent power
that is granted,
we used to fly togetheri've got a good memory,we used to fly together in Free Verse More Like This
but i was surprised to find the box;
full of our scribbled conversations
and protestations (no, that's not right)
declarations, no, dreams
of what the future might look like.
we were young, vibrant, and
beautiful (and inseparable, once)
and we thought we knew how to
take hold of the future.
for my part, i struggled with
age as if i had a chance of winning;
our battles were the talk of the town.
you, you took to the passing of time
with an eagerness that showed
just how ready you were
to put away
the notions of childhood.
i've got a good memory,
but it's easy to be selective,
pick and choose the moments
that i want to relive.
we were foolish, confident
(and oh, so alive)
and we fell into our roles
with a predictability
that is near miraculous
i doomed myself to the role of
the forever-child, always looking back,
always dreaming of the carefree days.
you quickly ran out of adventures,
and set about finding new myst
completion (finish what you start)do we all have ancompletion (finish what you start) in Free Verse More Like This
(ir)rational fear of the unfinished
or is it just my heartbeat
that curdles at the prospect
and of almosts
do we really believe it
when they say it's the thought that counts
or is it just a consolation prize,
excuses plied from laziness
like cavity-ridden teeth
from a mouth that
yawns nearly empty
because you nearly kissed the boy,
because you almost let yourself want him;
but it's the thought that counts,
and not conquering cowardice.
almost brave and nearly there
are like ellipsis evasions
at the end of a chapter
and ellipsis carves,
i will not be an almost:
i will be brave.
silencesquiet,silences in Free Verse More Like This
the sound of a smile
as it graces your skin,
i have not listened
to the echoes wrought
by your dimples
but i believe
the touch of a whisper
as it drifts across distance
to caress and cradle.
i halt ocean-close, fibre-far;
and i wonder if our words
could somehow falter
as they journey.
the look of glazed
in your eyes as they
struggle not to flutter
i do not bear witness
to your slumber,
but lie soft and unspoken
the cultivation of neophiliai.the cultivation of neophilia in Free Verse More Like This
give in to it:
the insatiable restlessness
that haunts, heavy
in a familiar corner
of your eyeline.
drive toward the night.
halt only when you
can no longer
trace paths of neon
from streetlight to fingertip;
never quite reach the
eventually, stop trying.
look over the paper city
resting fragile below;
tear it to shreds
with vicious intent
forget that you have
loved and hoped and
for a moment
there is only you,
the night, and the need
desire like you've
never wanted anything,
search for the novel,
for the fantastical
and the faintest hint
of something new
in the sky-glow.
stand so high atop
wonder how they do not
under the weight
of all this empty
words, wonderlight has faded and words are heavy,words, wonder in Free Verse More Like This
but there is a delicate magic
twisting between your fingers.
it is all a-scribble
melisma without music;
syllables stitching terra firma
to firmament in intricate
stanzas that require
neither breath nor sound
to echo, infinite,
within the depths
of susurrous souls.
it is cold and it is dark,
but there is a fire in you
and you use it with a fierce grace
that illuminates the shadows,
and ignites the demons
until not even the grey spaces
that haunt and harry
can hold dominion.
they are exposed
they are broken
into shards of sunrise
and rays of a quiet
you scare away the night
with exhalations that blow
away the fogged emptiness
inside, over and over,
sparking fireworks from
what was thought
to be ash.
(un)restrainedYou weep like a bird caught in a cage(un)restrained in Free Verse More Like This
but your wings are not bound
and no bars corral you, it is time
you leapt free-- grasp to life
like a starving creature clutches
the first buds of springtime.
The world is all a-blossom;
it is calling out for you to fly
and you must, you must unfold
in a burst of glorious plumage
there are no more moments left
for wreathing yourself in loneliness,
like dawn mist envelops and smothers
the early stillness of morning.
Your chrysalis is complete,
peacock child, and your heart
beats with the wind. Listen,
listen: spread wide your arms
and embrace the cosmos inside you;
you were never a lonesome eagle,
but a phoenix awaiting
sidewalk reflectionsfirst was a surgesidewalk reflections in Free Verse More Like This
paved in footpath promises
and danced to a careful
accompaniment of guilt-
gilded stolen pleasures
thin-lipped and thimble-headed,
he was always armoured;
his hay-rolls so common
that he'd developed defences
just in case he ever
came across a needle.
second was a flavour
of coca-cola and of bitterness
like tea seeped just a moment
too long and sipped with
a shuddered thunder
like shots in the dark
hard-chested and soft-willed,
his lot was stitched of
a great discontentment;
always searching for the
moments he was sure had
be snatched away.
third was a sore
clutched so tight it bruised
and left dark words etched
in semi-permanent glory
along letterboxed ruins
country-lost and urban-found,
he read like rest stops
on an abandoned highway,
and he shone like empty stores
where the neon still flickered
in the rain; closed for business,
fourth is a farewell
and lies without consummation,
seaglass once piercing
but now tsunami-softened
and begging to be pick
cenotaph of stormsthe first thunderstormcenotaph of storms in Free Verse More Like This
was triggered by a blunt pair
of scissors, sparking violently
against the lightning,
shaking in the wind.
the downpour pierced,
tattooed with no ink but
the dark bleakness
of an overcast morning,
infiltrating uniformed wrists.
hid behind the music block,
shaky raindrops rioting
fears, she fractured.
the second storm
wept a two year downpour
outline that dripped from wrist
to hip, sidelong silhouette glances
obscured by the rain.
stalictidal waves shuddered
frozen, until icy glass
fell in stained shards from
the stillness inside.
thinner, brittler, growing
in flurries of sleet and hail,
her outline was never filled,
though the floods threatened
the third thunderstorm
was a mist-ridden melancholia,
a dream for permanence
smeared in ink through
fueled by the hope
that just this once,
the rain would spark a
rebirth beneath the ground.
instead, a tsunami
washed away the ink
as tides so often do.
SuicideThe peace death brings,Suicide in Free Verse More Like This
It tempts me greatly.
I say I will never end it,
But when you feel like living death,
What is the point?
When life brings you so much pain,
And death promises peace,
Why fight it?
I already feel like I am slowly dying,
Why not speed up the process and put my suffering to an end?
Stick to GodSticks and stones may break my bones,Stick to God in Short Stories More Like This
But words will never hurt me.
What a lie.
Words are the greatest weapon,
Shattering the heart.
Becuase she smiles and laughs,
She is happy.
Maybe you're wrong.
The smiles may be a mask,
Hiding her deepest pain.
He has everything you could want,
His life is perfect.
There is more.
If he does not have God,
He doesn't not have what is most important.
Though the words shatter hearts,
God fixes them.
Though she is in pain,
God heals her.
Though he has much,
God will give him what is most important.
God is our all in all.
He protects us.
All of us
Whether you believe or not.
SilenceI feel so alone.Silence in Emotional More Like This
"Is anyone there?"
Silence answers me.
You are alone because no one cares.
They never will.
Shut up, shut up, shut up...
The only thing you're good at is being used by everyone.
Give them all what they want.
But you don't deserve to get anything you want.
Don't ask why.
Go away, go away, go away...
No cares about you.
No one loves you.
Go ahead and cut yourself you coward.
It's the only thing you have.
Leave me alone, leave me alone, LEAVE ME ALONE!
StopStop it please,Stop in Free Verse More Like This
Stop yelling at me,
I can't take it,
Please oh please stop,
Stop yelling at me!
I Still Believe In LoveI believe in love,I Still Believe In Love in Free Verse More Like This
the kind that
brings you to your knees when it leaves.
that hoveres on your lips
and waits for the perfect chance
to leap forth
and land on anothers' heart.
that brings two together
in marriage forever.
that drives you
to do anything with your heart
to hold your partners' love in your palms,
sheltering it with a kiss.
The right love
that never leaves once found,
yes I still believe in love.
Live to Die Another DayWhen all you want to do is die,Live to Die Another Day in Free Verse More Like This
Just hold your head up high.
Tell the bullies, "I am fine,"
"This life is not yours, it's mine."
Don't let them win,
Not always by blood but you have got kin.
The world is blind and they have hurt you,
I know how that feels too.
But you can get passed this if you try,
And you do not wave this life goodbye.
They have hurt you so many times,
And that is one of the worst crimes.
So throw them in a jail,
Where they will get no bail.
That is your heart it is strong lock them out,
And walk away while in disapointment they pout.
Because you are neaver alone,
Happiness will be your new tone.
Please you have to trust,
Because heal you must.
So please do not run,
Please rather put down the gun.
I know it is very very hard,
I too have been scarred.
But I have begun to heal,
As you will to if you let yourself continue to feel.
Life is hard at times and you want to end it,
But do not go out in a fit.
Rather hold your head up high and say,
"I lived through another day
Love Makes You HumanI am tired.Love Makes You Human in Free Verse More Like This
Tired of knowing my presence is harming people,
Because they try to help me,
When they should help themselves.
I'm tired of being human.
I'm tired of loving people,
Becuase I feel their pains as if it were my own,
And I know that I can't help them,
No matter how hard I try.
But I can't and don't want to stop loving them.
But this is the price of love isn't it,
It makes you human.
Torn in TwoMy scars do not define me.Torn in Two in Free Verse More Like This
They are all I am.
The madness is waiting to take me.
It already ate me.
I do not know who I am.
I am a monster waiting to strike.
You all need to leave me before I hurt you.
Please do not leave me alone.
I was alone before I was born.
I do not think I was born alive rather dead.
This mind is waiting to die.
This heart is pleading for life.
Someone please save me.
Leave me to die on my own so you don't have to see.
Someday I hope I can take my mask off.
I know not to hide is to wish for punishment.
I do not deserve anything but pain.
What did I ever do to deserve this.
My agonized cries go out to be heard.
I can never ask for a voice.
I do not know what to do.
I know there is only one thing to do.
Growing quietThat moment,Growing quiet in Free Verse More Like This
When you're about to tell someone,
Something that is eating you alive,
And you remember,
Because you promised them,
That you'd help them.
So you stay quiet,
Let it build inside you,
Until you're sure you're going to burst.
You stay scilent.
And continue to help them,
While your own pain grows.
I'm the girlI'm the girl who has been harassed her whole life,I'm the girl in Short Stories More Like This
Because she listened to the teachers and did as she was told.
I'm the girl who has been physically abused for lots of her life,
Because she wanted to be herself.
I'm the girl who doesn't understand why you would ever want to help her,
Because she is worth nothing to the world.
I'm the girl who feels alone in the world,
Because no one ever wanted to be with her.
I'm the girl who used to sit alone at school,
Because no one ever wanted to sit with her.
I'm the girl who a few people desided to sit with and befriend,
Because they had nothing better to do at the time so they betrayed her about a year later.
I'm the girl who gets used by everyone when she does have something,
Because that's the way this world thinks.
I'm the girl who is tossed to the wind,
Because she no longer has anything anyone would want.
I'm the girl who is losing her ability to trust,
Because of the yo-yo effect of friendship and betrayal through her entire life.
Can't you See - fanfic"I just don't think you can see what's happening," her voice was grating to his ears as he stared down at the report in his hands. "Not only to the trees but to us. Why can't you see thiwhy can't you even look at me any more?"Can't you See - fanfic in Short Stories More Like This
He groaned, heavily, eyes narrowed as he stared down at the numbers printed on the paper in front of him. Once-ler very slowly lifted his gaze from them to the woman standing on the other side of his large, expensive, impressive, mahogany desk. His grip tightened on the clipboard. "Norma. Darling." he said through gritted teeth, "I'm trying to work here."
"Work? Work. Work!" she said to him, voice shaking. "That's all you do now, that's all you ever do now!"
"For you!" he snapped, slamming the clipboard down on the desk, making her flinch. Once-ler got to his feet, slamming his hands down onto the table. "I work this hard, I go to the stupid charity events, I smile at the stupid people, I do all of it for you."
"That's a lie and you know it is! Nothing abou
Heart of the EarthHeart of the Earth in General Fiction More Like This
Ted didn't like thinking about how much time had passed since that day that would live on forever in the history of the until recently named Thneedville. He was twenty four years old now, a strapping young man with the kind of height his grandfather would be proud of. He was lean, muscular where it mattered but not overly so. Unfortunately, as he had gotten older, and spent so much time reading and studying for his degree in business college he had ended up needed glasses.
His mother blamed his genetics, but Ted didn't mind that much. "They make me look smarter!" he had joked the day he'd gotten his rectangle glasses from the eye doctor. They were deep green, the colour chosen for a special reason that nobody had to ask why about, and had proudly worn them ever since he turned nineteen.
Things had indeed gotten better around the now named Greenville, that much had to be said. The skies were blue and beautiful, the seasons came and went as they were supposed to, the sun shone brightly e
Whisker KissesWhisker Kisses in Short Stories More Like This
"Oncie, Oncie no, nooo!" Norma squealed as his long green arms wrapped around her, and she felt those ticklish whiskers of his brushing against her cheek. The woman squealed, turning her head away, shutting her eyes tightly as she did, unable to hold in her laughter. "Stop it! I told you to s-stop it!"
The old man laughed, as evilly as he could, as he held onto her before pressing his lips to her cheek. "I know. I can't help it though." he whispered. "You've got the best laugh in the world, and I love hearing it."
"You're an old fool and an old romantic." Norma huffed in his arms, folding her own against her chest.
"Best of both worlds, am I right?" Once-ler asked with a grin, waggling his eyebrows at her as seductively as an old man could manage.
She gave him a stern look, but it barely lasted a few seconds, before she laughed and reached up to wrap her arms around his shoulders. "Best of all worlds." she told him, before tugging him down and kissed him.
In Our Autumn Years Part 10In Our Autumn Years Part 10 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He had decided to walk back into town. Even if Ted insisted that he could ride his bike with Norma, the old man had refused. If he was about to meet his brothers again the last thing he wanted was to show up on that, since he may end up tripping over himself. He hadn't heard their conjoined laughter in over 42 years now, and he certainly didn't want to hear it now at his expense.
How old would they be now? Seventy three, at least yes seventy three. He would never have thought they would get this old, all of them, much less himself. He had once been so full of life, so full of spunk. Now he was slower on his feet than he'd care to admit, and the pains and aches in his joints made him sometimes so mad he'd just glare at the world and pout like a child.
Driving alongside him was Ted, Norma riding on the back.
"How'd they show up?" Once-ler asked as he walked, arms bent and swinging with purpose.
"I don't know," Ted explained. "I just got home and Ma had these two guys there. S
The Tale of the Lorax - Part 1The Tale of the Lorax - Part 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter One: The Once-ler
Like every little boy, no matter the situation in which he'd been brought up in, Ted Wiggins had a crush. He had a horribly, powerful crush upon his next door neighbor. Her name was Audrey and her hair was a vibrant orange color, she had freckles that were like kisses from the sun itself, and a beautiful green shade for her eyes that challenged the fake green painted cement people called grass. She always had a smile on her face when she talked to him, and that was reason enough for the young boy to end up falling for her.
She visited his house a lot, though unfortunately never to speak to him. Audrey had a project in school, to interview an elderly member of society and do a paper on them and since Audrey had no grandparents she had chosen to interview Ted's grandmother. The two would always sit upstairs behind closed doors, talking away for hours on end and it infuriated him. He adored his grandmother as any young boy should but he was so insanely jea
The Tale of the Lorax - Part 3The Tale of the Lorax - Part 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter Three: Norma and Once-ler
The panic in the air was still thick as Grammy Norma's hand held tightly onto Ted's as they ran through the streets. It wasn't until they were almost home did the young boy realize he had forgotten his bike in all the commotion but one could barely blame him. When there was gun fire in the air, your grandmother pulling you along in a run he never thought she'd be capable of, and having a vigilante at your back shooting back at guards you tended to forget important things like that. He felt his stomach empty out and he felt sick; what if they found the bike? What if they traced it to him being out after curfew? His grip on his her hand tightened greatly and she squeezed back just as tightly.
"How?" Ted asked shakily as they snuck back into the house carefully, quietly, so not to wake his mother even if she was a deep sleeper. "H-how do you know that Grammy, it's "
"Shhh." she hushed him softly, pressing a finger to his lips. "Questions
Family Tree - Part 6Family Tree - Part 6 in Drama More Like This
The fire was growing around him, with every passing second the air grew hotter and harder to breathe, seeing became impossible due to the flames, and the smoke. He could not see, he could not breathe, and the only sound he could hear was the roar of the fire, inching closer and closer.
"Norma? Norma??" Once-ler heard his voice, though he couldn't remember speaking, but it fought through the flames and the smoke. "Norma where are you?" again, his voice trembled and shook, betraying the bravery and strength he was trying to desperately cling to. "Norma p-please "
He was suffocating, the strength in his legs began to weaken and he felt an ache ripple through his lungs but then, when it felt as though his strength was losing him, he heard a noise that fought its way through the fire and smoke.
It was a baby's cry, and even if he had yet to hear the cry of his and Norma's child something told him it was theirs. The cry was familiar, though impossible. The high pitched cry returned the
The Tale of the Lorax - IntroThe Tale of the Lorax - Intro in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Theodore Wiggins was born and raised in Thneedville which, in itself, wasn't exactly a bad thing. The town was well looked after, it had the best hospitals, the best schools, recreational activities, but the only problem was that the town was very, very bad. For one there was no mayor, no electoral committee, nothing to represent the people's views and opinions on matters. Those rights had long since been given up when O'Hare, a man of short stature, had rose to power in the ranks of the city.
You see, Thneedville was in a bad state.
Beyond the safety of the all powerful wall was a wasteland, where miles, and miles, and miles of what had once been pristine grassland had been slowly transformed into an inhospitable land. There were remains of tree stumps scattered absolutely everywhere. Old, rusting machines that looked more like rotting carcases scattered the land. The ground was rock hard, and incapable of sustaining life. There were no trees, no bushes, no animals. The only things th
Family Tree - Part 1Family Tree - Part 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The soft, Southerly drawl of his mother drew Once-ler out of his moment of silent contemplation on completing the plans for his Thneed factory. He turned his head slightly to see his mother standing outside his window, hands clasped together.
"We got us a lil' problem." she elaborated.
"Problem?" he asked, turning in his seat now to look at her, tilting his head curiously like a dog.
"Mmhmm." she nodded. "You see we're not makin' thneeds fast enough " she added and behind her, Once-ler caught sight of his uncle Ubb pushing along a large rolling cart full of harvested Truffula tufts.
"Harvesting the tufts takes too long!" he dramatically lamented; even going so far to wipe his arm over his forehead for melodramatic affect.
Once-ler sat in his seat, drumming his white pencil against his lips. He had promised the Lorax he wouldn't cut down any more trees, hadn't he? Sure the little furry meat loaf had put him in the river to drift him away but he'd still saved him, even if h
In Our Autumn Years Part 12 - FinalIn Our Autumn Years Part 12 - Final in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Unsurprisingly, this time around, Once-ler and Norma did not mess around when it came to their engagement. The last time they'd been engaged it had lasted years, thanks to Once-ler becoming wrapped up in his company. This time around though, there was no company for him to be pulled away by. It was funny that, in their youth, a wedding would have been an enormously huge affair. Now, though, both nearly eighty years old the two of them, they decided it to be an incredibly small affair.
There was a small guest list; ridiculously small. Of course there was Once-ler and Norma along with Helen and Ted. On top of that came Audrey and her parents, Brett and Chet (allowed to even stay the night at Helen's since she didn't want them in a car for hours on end), and of course Norma and Helen's friends. Since it was such a small gathering, Helen ended up making the wedding cake herself though she did call in some help for catering the rest of the meals.
"Stop fussin' Ma." Helen said as she fixed u
Remember METwo slits across the road,Remember ME in Free Verse More Like This
but never down.
She wrapped her wrists in gauze
then quietly took off.
The word 'Failure'
sketched smoothly on her thighs
as oozing rivers of red
slid gently down her legs.
She cries every night, you know.
She screams all the time.
She doesn't understand
what she's worth.
she doesn't find it easy
to linger in this world
and her only support
some scissors and a blade.
He tells her it's okay
but she won't let him stay
She won't take him serious
"he still doesn't unerstand."
A simple word won't make us stay.
A simple, "I've been there before"
won't make us think.
I bite my pillow through the night.
Hold bleeding fists against me tight.
The simple morals don't make things right
when all this darkness is filled with fright.
She told me she could save me
Said life is just a joke.
But when the sun falls down
and when the moon rises up
She wrapps herself in sorrow
and never let's it go
Cuz when she's all alone and feels
feels coldness breathe her in
LostLost in the choices,Lost in Free Verse More Like This
that are difficult to make.
Lost in my mind,
I can no longer concentrate.
Lost in the world,
I cannot find my place.
Lost in the time,
I begin to lose my pace.
I've lost all hope,
I can no longer cope,
I am all alone,
In this cruel world.
I can no longer trust,
Drown in the frust.
Drown in the dark.
A spark of light may appear,
But I no longer want to care.
Think I'll remain as such,
Until my life stops,
And be forever lost.