Some Simon/Holly dialogues"We should climb up there—we'd have a fantastic view of the ocean," said Simon, gesturing to the nearly vertical pathway that wound its way up the side of the cliff.Some Simon/Holly dialogues in Personal More Like This
"No," she replied with complete and utter finality. "No, absolutely not, that has 'no' written all over it."
"Come on, live a little—have an adventure! Leave your comfort zone!"
"I don't want to have an adventure. I'm content with safe mediocrity, thank you."
"Stop being an asshole, Simon."
"I might be mistaken, but I think that calling a terminally ill person an asshole inside a church might be a sin," he told her.
Holly shrugged. "But didn't the Bible say that telling the truth will set me free?"
"Well, that's life," said Holly flatly.
"Yes, but I don't have the greatest track record at life, do I?" replied Simon. "It's like I missed the memo. Really, I don't get why it's so difficult for me. What is life, anyway? How do you life?"
"Sometimes it just feels like I'm going crazy," said Holly. "
Melodrama"Oh, good morning, Simon."Melodrama in Personal More Like This
Simon looked up from the bowl of cereal he was fixing himself and grinned. "Good morning, yourself. Just fixing some breakfast before we head to town—no other food here and I'm half starved."
"Good luck with that," said Holly, regarding the pile of bran flakes that sat inside the bowl. "There's no milk left."
"There's no more milk. Ran out of it last night and I didn't have time to make it to the grocery store."
"But I already poured my cereal!" said Simon with distress.
"That's unfortunate," replied Holly. She then watched with perplexity as her temporary flat-mate set the bowl on the counter, walked over to his cot and collapsed into the sheets. "Simon, what are you doing?" she asked.
Simon threw an arm over his face, covering his eyes with the crook of his elbow. "All that trouble for nothing," he moaned. "What is this? What is my life?!"
"This is a cruel world." The young man rolled onto his stomach, dragging the covers with him until he
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!
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.
Broken DreamsWords emerge and crashBroken Dreams in Free Verse More Like This
shattered onto jagged shores,
while broken breaths heave
from stormy seas,
and tears leap
of rushing rapids.
And cracked lips plead
do not leave me here,
while none so dry eyes
beg even harder with need,
as one hand grabs
for what it knows the ends.
And the bells of broken dreams
rain from skys of ruin,
falling hopeless on a chest
haunted by a black heart,
and these lost thoughts
cry on deaf ears of one indifferent.
As everything mixes in sorrow and
ruins the sun in it's blue heaven,
Worlds lost lose again
while those creul save,
and you watch light come
from above the waters you down in.
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.
Time and time againUseless to help anyone,Time and time again in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Nothing good have I done,
What good am I,
Would the world not benifit if I waved goodbye?
Sick to my stomach,
I'm such a wreck,
Why continue such a fight,
Against a foe with such might.
Is it even worth the pain,
Why should I even try,
I don't help anyone here,
All I do is make mistakes.
What's the use?
Love Story The wind whips around my body, tearing at my clothes, trying to hurdle me over and hold me back at the same time, wiping my tears from my face, carrying them away. I'm soaked, my clothes and my hair drenched in rain, making me feel heavier then I already do, tempting me to let gravity take me down to the hard ground below. It's like the classic story, standing at the edge of the roof, staring at the cement and the people going about their buisness so far beneath, not caring to look up and see me standing on the edge. Just like every story, the clouds are dark and low, the rain is falling from the sky, the wind blows up here so high, and I feel like no one cares.Love Story in Short Stories More Like This
All I ever feel is pain, I spend every day alone, just going through the motions, I don't even know what I'm living for anymore. So I stand here. Everything in me wanting to end it, the pain and loneliness. Well, almost everything, a small part of me is
Where Are My WordsSomeone broke into my mind and stole my words.Where Are My Words in Free Verse More Like This
They flipped a switch that shattered my letters.
They tore out my vocal cords and left me a mute,
And they never bothered to leave me my vowels.
And I know who the theif is,
So when I fix my letters, heal my voice and find my words,
To him I will not lend a sentance.
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
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
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
Rest My Sweetest DarlingSweetest little dragon child, with a tiny broken wingRest My Sweetest Darling in Free Verse More Like This
For you it is a solemn song that we are made to sing.
Your parents fought to save you, but here it is you lie
My sweetest little dragon child, why did you have to die?
There are no words to capture grief, nor the mourning in our hearts
I never thought that we were meant to be easily torn apart...
No pain in life could have ever prepared us, for the pain we faced today
My child I wish you could hear the words that we truly long to say
We wish we could have taught you, about the flowers in the spring
We wish we could have showed you, the homes of our kin...
We wish we could have loved you, and watched you fly away
But in this cold and clammy cave is where you have to stay
We'll lay you down to rest for now, so just dream of better times
Your mother and I will be the ones to atone for our crimes
Sleep for now and rest yourself for you needn't ever rise
We will stay and watch you drift away, before our very eyes...
"My dearest Mideen
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
DeceptiveDeceptive in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Tempting with beautiful wings;
-Chen Yuan Wen, 4th January 2013
A Pirate Makes a PoemA Pirate Makes a Poem:A Pirate Makes a Poem in Free Verse More Like This
Apparently all it takes
Ta get ye works ta slake
Is a simple scheme o' rhyme
Which takes a minute o' time
Perhaps I'll do the same
It's fair ta play this game
No meanin' in tha words
They just flop around like birds
"Oh this stuff it speaks to me!"
Really is that true?
I'm afraid ye might be daft me thinks
Ye certainly be loose a screw
For if works do not have meanin'
Then they're simply done and dull
I think I'd rather spend me time
Playin' dice in a golden skull
I suppose that what tha people want
Is a simple kind o' style
One that looks as good as ale
But tastes like bricks and bile
"Now then lads, do I get ta be a poet too?"
-Chen Yuan Wen, 10th July 2012
The Real WritersThe Real Writers:The Real Writers in Free Verse More Like This
There are those who sit with their laptops and tablets,
Clothed in a scarf and an artistic hat of some sort.
They ponder; leaving a stack of books beside them,
Sipping their decaf as though they are literature personified.
What works do they prepare, other than blatant copies,
Perhaps a half-baked romance designed to woo a lady.
So convinced are they, of their own aptitude;
They are blinded by the beams of their burgeoning ego.
For the writer is not the man who is tapping away at keys,
He is not the man fervently reading with lensless glasses.
He is not the hipster debating ancient literature.
For he is a monster, wearing human skin.
He is the deranged madman, eccentric, uncanny.
He is the one who sits catatonic;
An entire world of fantasy playing in his mind.
He has gone through millions of scenes,
Thousands of scenarios, hundreds of plots
And dozens of characters.
He is not the man you expect him to be,
For a true writer is utterly WEIRD.
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
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.
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.
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…”
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.
roadkillYou told meroadkill in Free Verse More Like This
I was November’s ambrosia
sweet on your tongue.
But now all I feel
is discord, sieging
the 3,000 year old tree
inside of me.-
Centuries to grow so tall
9 mere minutes to
You no longer smile anymore.
And I am here,
silent as stone-
the carcass of a dead...
hoping you don't leave me
on the side of the road.
9729 kilometers away, to be exact.i have these bones like flowers-9729 kilometers away, to be exact. in Free Verse More Like This
fragile and finely plucked,
these lily stargazers
are kissing ocean beds,
making love to sirens
for a taste of her
i want to tape maps to my limbs-
throw caution to the wind
as i gather up
every love letter receipt,
from every false attempt
i ever wrote her
& forget for just a moment
that even still
she does not love me.
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.
SolitudeI'm all alone in this lonely room,Solitude in Free Verse More Like This
looking for an escape from this very dull gloom.
Save me from this solitude that breaks my soul,
save me from this unhappiness that leaves my chest with a hole.
It's so sad to be alone,
it's so sad to be unknown.
This lonely world that we call home,
is nothing more but solidified boredom.
Thats why I need you to be there when I long for you,
I need you to be there when I heavily call for you.
I'm not asking for more than a little speck of your attention,
just be there to cure my desperation.
I'm just a sad little boy longing for the truth,
and you'll be the answer to my melancholic cure.
It wouldnt hurt you one little bit that I can assure,
all you have to do is sit there and pretend to be interested
in a way that I'll be allured.
You're the only thing that makes me feel alive,
you're the only thing that acts as my guiding light.
I'm just a sad little boy whose in his very dull room,
can you give me a speck of attention so I know I'm not alone?
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?
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
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
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
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!
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
Starduststars like diamonds in the skyStardust in Free Verse More Like This
come out when day turn to night
within this above dark river
they show off their light
they sky rocket far away
with lots of room to fly
they leave their stardust behind
for us to remember them by
...That Doesn't Mean...I may not see everything around me...That Doesn't Mean... in Free Verse More Like This
but I know what I'm looking for
I may not hear everything you say
but that doesn't mean I don't care
I may not know where life will lead me
but that doesn't mean I'm standing still
I may not be who you want me to be
but that doesn't mean I'm going to change