Player versus PlayerPlayer versus Player:Player versus Player in Free Verse More Like This
Elemental artisttry, as lightning weaves through the air.
I see the bloodthirst in his eyes, the hunger for victory.
A demand to be recognised, yet soon to be silenced;
Perfect and perfunctory - my opponent made defunct...
As I stand above this dying creature;
The flicker of life soon fading from their eyes.
I smile and whisper a word of parting,
For the fool who fell where he lies.
-Unfinished piece by Chen Yuan Wen, 10th April 2012
The Human SolutionThe Human Solution:The Human Solution in Free Verse More Like This
Ladies and gentlewolves, I come before you today,
To speak on an issue that is close to our hearts.
For many centuries, we Wolves have struggled;
Continuing to seek a final solution to 'the Human Problem'.
Many of you might have heard of the horror stories,
Of these furless creatures lurking in the outer reaches.
Some cities have found them living in underground caverns;
Preying upon the young pups that stray too close to their nests.
It is sad, to say the least, but that sorrow ends today;
For it is my privilege and honour as Chairman of Lycanthropes United,
To unveil our newest means of combating this parasitic pandemic.
Three months ago our top scientist, Doctor Uriel Whitetail,
Discovered a particular genetic weakness in the Human cell structure,
When sprayed with this particular gas, 'Cynofium',
The human cells stop producing an important chemical;
Causing a quick death in mere moments...
As of today our soldiers are already prepared,
They will be
Into The Mental AbyssInto The Mental Abyss:Into The Mental Abyss in Free Verse More Like This
To the edge of the very abyss I have travelled.
With worn feet, gone bloodied and bare;
Dragged upon stones that stretch like sharpened spines,
Leaving tattered spoils of flesh in my wake...
Even so, I am incapable of halting;
Like a zombie, I remain numb and hypnotised.
Shambling ever onward, toward the glimmer of light.
Eager to be behold the 'she' that awaits me:
A wonderous wellspring of inspiration and knowledge;
Perfect, yet fragile, in both shape and form...
It is her majesty, her radiance,
That leaves me drained...
Alone in the depths, I am humbled and awed.
Yet the admiration that I feel soon turns corrupt,
It renders my thoughts both dark and cracked...
For if any other were to find her,
They would wield her as a weapon.
They would have no need for inspiration.
Creative thought would be an utter simplicity:
Leaving a perfect world, without opportunity...
Indeed I could never share such a thing.
Jealousy leaves me ugly, but still I c
The Pirate SolsticeThe Pirate Solstice:The Pirate Solstice in Free Verse More Like This
There is tale around the Galbin Coast,
Of a black ship that appeared on the Winter Solstice.
It arrived at a town near Bismarch,
Struck heavily by famine and crop plagues.
The ship drifted silently upon the ocean currents,
Not a creak nor groan could be heard from its frame.
It docked at the port like an ominous reaper's vessel;
A metallic boarding ramp - much like a daemon's tongue -
Slithered slowly from its deck to meet with wooden jetty.
The crew descended, wearing black cloaks and black hats,
Fedoras, I believe they were called.
These figures made little noise as they moved,
walking slowly, silently and solemnly,
Carrying huge rucksacks upon their backs.
One by one, they dispersed throughout the town,
They went from house to house, distributing food,
Gifts and other things of the like.
For the first time in a long while,
The town was filled with laughter and joy.
Children actually giggled and smiled,
While adults breathed a sighs of relief and ea
A Game We Hate to Play:A Game We Hate to Play:A Game We Hate to Play: in Free Verse More Like This
I stand amongst a screaming crowd,
And you'll hear them shout it out.
"All this shit just isn't fair,
Life's a game but we don't care!"
Hear me, do you think I'm lazy?
When I talk I'm crazy,
Sorry I'm just hazy, but I-
Still think that I'm like Jay-Z
Rappin' here with Stacy;
The boys they call her baby; Haha...
And we're playin' this song for the killers,
The ones with no hope workin' shop at the tillers.
And if you think that we're just the fillers,
You wouldn't be wrong; we're just grain at millers - haha!
All this shit just isn't fair,
Life's a game but we don't care!
We're gonna change the game tonight,
C'mon let's turn out the light!
All this shit just isn't fair,
Life's a game but we don't care!
We're gonna change the rules tonight,
C'mon let's turn out the light.
Lights off, everybody nights off,
Walking through these streets of -
People drinkin' Smirnoff;
Prayers for tomorrows,
Whisper as they borrow
My Soul, My Dream, My TeamMy Soul, My Dream, My Team:My Soul, My Dream, My Team in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
We are dreamers, we humans.
We reach out eagerly to that which lies above us
Tempted by its unattainable nature and egotistically;
We simplify the task that lies before us...
We climb without any forethought, without preparation;
Recklessly we charge head on for our goal -
And eventually, we lie broken by our failure.
I myself, Captain as you call me,
Am little better than a foolish dreamer.
One who dreams in a childish manner;
Unaware of his impotence, when left alone.
How many times have I been saved by others?
When I lack time, it is my officers who stand,
They keep the ship running smoothly,
Expending hours of precious effort.
When I fall, it is my co-captain who rallies me,
And reminds me of our responsibility -
One that we owe to our readers and friends.
When I write, it is my team - my uncles,
Who lay the path before me;
They give their time and their heart,
Supporting my work from its birth as but a simple idea.
And when I am dow
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 - D and D Tongue TwisterPractice Poem - D&D Tongue Twist:Practice Poem - D and D Tongue Twister in Free Verse More Like This
So here, sit down, get down;
Everyone just f'in' hit the ground.
Cause I'm rhymin' with some rap I stole,
Everyone in the house just sit and roll;
Cause I'm burnin' fire with an Undead Monk
Yeah I play D&D when I'm f'in drunk.
Rush feats that'll make you go mad in black,
You'll scribble all over that fanny pack.
Now I'm crusin' through some Elven Wood,
Searchin' up some dude for the stolen good,
When a dragon pops out snarl and roar,
Man I roll for a 'Fist of Garandor'.
Eight dee six damage added through and through,
'Chain fist' makes me some Dragon Goo.
Got loot poppin' outta my character sheet;
Don't wanna get it stained with my milk and wheat...
So I sit in a tavern restin' up,
While the DM fills his restin' gut.
And his mom comes in the f'in room,
"Hey why didja enter mah lair of doom!"
"Do you want me to bring some pizza rolls?"
"Goddamit Mom I'm the Evil Grole!"
"But do you want some of those f'in pizza rolls?"
"Yeah I'll have some mom ju
Sending Me To HellSending Me To Hell:Sending Me To Hell in Free Verse More Like This
I close my eyes, as the black smoke fills the air.
Incense burned to create a semi-choking sensation.
A tiny inkling of the perceived suffering,
But it is enough to make this difficult...
Next, wounds are carefully opened.
Patterns carved into the flesh,
Resembling the nine circles of suffering.
As each begins to form a red river,
An ocean pools beneath my stained elbows.
In the distance I hear the cackling of witches;
Accompanied always by the mad shrieks of those beyond.
Already they can taste the red wine that I ooze
And eagerly, their tongues wag; anticipating the feast.
Concentrate...I have to concentrate
My teeth grind together, as I force them shut,
The pressure causes my jaws to ache and my body soon stiffens.
It seizes up like an iron vault, my mind its secret mechanism;
Twisting, turning, seeking the accepted combination.
I can feel them now, reaching for me...
Tongues begin to lick at my open wounds,
Lustfully salivating unto m
The Flower of EvilThe Flower of Evil:The Flower of Evil in Free Verse More Like This
Evil is but a blooming flower,
It is born from a humble seed
And grows to corrupt a forest.
To watch its infection spread;
To be a part of its existence...
I can think of no better prospect,
Indeed one might baulk at the idea,
Of seeing millions suffer.
To watch worlds scream and writhe;
To see them suffer and die, with living eyes...
Yet there is a mysterious beauty in such devastation,
Fear that shakes me to my very core;
Is transfigured into a twisted pleasure:
As I am frightened, so too am I aroused.
I am addicted to the ephemeral sensation;
To the borderline between rapture and rupture.
To see my own blood soaking from splitting wounds;
Leaves me maddened amongst these blooming flowers
-Chen Yuan Wen, 1st May 2013
Everything in life.I need to hurt myself... No, you don't.Everything in life. in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I did this... I need to hurt myself for it.
It won't go away if you do, you know it won't.
But everything in life has its consequence...
Maybe if I hurt myself, then I won't have to feel them,
Maybe it'll be consequence enough, if I'm hurt then.
Maybe she won't dump me for what I did too,
Maybe it'll be consequence enough for what I did to you.
I don't get why you're worried though...
But I dream the future, read my poetry, sometimes, I do.
And a few nights I felt a crossover, a nightmare come true,
And now I know that it has happened, because of what I did to you.
So now, I need to hurt myself, to give me a consequence,
So now, I need to fade away, and never be spoken of since.
And now, I want to hurt myself, to save myself more pain,
But all things come to an end, and it's always the same.
Discarded.You cry for your sorrows and you bleed for your dreams,Discarded. in Free Verse More Like This
Just always remember, this world is not what it seems.
You can be the best of friends and then disappear,
They'll just discard you, I know it's hard to hear.
But this has happened enough to me,
It's all everyone's been doing recently.
So here I lie, discarded, fearing to stand up,
Because what waits just isn't worth getting up.
Thrown away and lying in a puddle of mud and blood,
All the other times I got up, and wiped off the mud.
But this time, as I lie here, broken and bloody,
I don't want to get up, I want to be a dead body.
I know getting up is inevitable, because I will never give in,
But I really just want to give up and say that "I'm done in."
There is no place for me.There is no place for my ideals or me,There is no place for me. in Concrete Poetry More Like This
There is no place for justice or mercy.
There is no place for true love anymore,
It's a sad truth, it saddens me at the core.
There is no place for me in this world,
Where the cries of the needy must go unheard.
I'm cast out for my ideals, my gentleman's code,
Well, I was born like this, a man in hero mode.
There is no place for a hero in this world,
The knight in shining armour must go unheard.
There is no such thing as a Fairy Tale,
I am not Prince Charming, just another sail.
On a boat afloat on a sea of sadness,
The winds of mourning passing through me.
There is nowhere in this world for me...
There is nowhere in this world for gallantry.
Who what when where why or how.You're just another faceless one, hidden in the crowd,Who what when where why or how. in Free Verse More Like This
No one cares about you, or why you act so proud.
No one knows who you are, you're just another face,
You could just disappear without a trace.
The blood red sky in your mind's eye,
It's always there but you don't know why.
You're just a part of a bigger whole,
And your heart is as black as coal.
You play dress-up with your top hat and cane,
But you can take it off and disappear again.
You're never noticed no matter what you wear,
It's a source of their contempt and your despair.
You could just disappear right now,
No matter who what when where why or how.
Why I never shut up.Knowledge speaks but wisdom listens and ignorance is bliss.Why I never shut up. in Free Verse More Like This
It is this combination of quotes that explain my life.
Why I never shut up, I know too much, I don't even know how or why,
Sometimes I ramble on about something I've only just started to form.
I'm only just about to start grasping the concept, yet all I say is true,
I don't know how my mind works, but I know it can vex you.
I never shut up, because I just know so much,
I always have to be right, purely because I am right.
I have and had some weird hobbies, learning things people don't,
I have to say it's quite fun, knowing what others don't.
But you see, ignorance is bliss, and as I know more and more, I become more cynical.
I used to be a Christian, you know, devoutly religious.
Inside every cynical person, there is, however broken and damned, an idealist.
I was an idealist of religion, then I managed to work out the universe itself,
And you know what came with that knowledge? Heart breaking reality.
There is no God,
Judges.Why does everyone judge me?Judges. in Free Verse More Like This
Why does everyone think I'm lying?
Why does everyone misjudge me?
Why does nobody want me dying?
Why does the world need me?
If they all think I lie cheat and steal?
I've done it! (I'll have to check... Let me)
Why does it all seem so evil and surreal?
I love you... (Huh, sure you do.)
These judges, this nightmare,
Why do they judge me for what I do?
These people who think I am without a care.
Why does this world seem so evil, so surreal?
Am I really here, persecuted and accused?
Why everyone here think I lie, cheat and steal?
Is this really real, or have I been lied to, cheated and used?
Irrelevant.You were changing, I saw it, but you didn't know,Irrelevant. in Concrete Poetry More Like This
You changed from who I love to someone I don't know.
I wanted to see who I loved, so I tried my best,
And I saw her, fleetingly, hidden within your breast.
Now, I beseech you, if you've changed, then change,
Don't throw me away for nothing, that's beyond strange.
Don't torture me with the image, of the girl I still love,
Don't torture me with the image of an angel from above.
If you want to change, then please, do so,
Change into a girl that I don't want to know.
Just don't turn into the girl that I love again,
Because I cannot handle being thrown away again.
So if you want, then stop being the girl I love,
Don't torture me with the girl whom I will always love.
Money can't buy happiness."Money can't buy happiness"Money can't buy happiness. in Free Verse More Like This
This is the old tale we all know so well,
The proof lies here in the tale I am about to tell.
There was once a beautiful, smart and rich woman,
She was powerful and seemingly had everything.
Yet, although she had all this, she was miserable,
It's a sad truth, but then again, it's a sad tale.
She lost someone, it hurt her badly, it made her sad,
She'll be fine, but it hurts... She could be going mad.
But no, it was normal to hurt after such a loss,
There was a man to look after her, whatever the cost.
She was a proud, beautiful, smart and rich woman,
She was powerful and seemingly had everything.
But on the inside, her heart was hurting,
The reason why this tale is so saddening.
She was rich, she was powerful, she had everything,
Yet she was about to break, just like anyone or anything.
We are out there.Through all this anarchy, a broken world and it's insanity, I walk on.We are out there. in Spirit Day More Like This
All of these people, I will protect them from the world, I fight on.
Through this snowglobe with shattered glass, I walk on.
All of these people with shattered hearts, I fight for.
An angel, a Fallen, a masqueraded messenger with black wings.
Walking with a purpose, war, murder, I save them from these things.
My weapon is a sword of ice, bound with blue fire.
I fight to protect them, but they think me a liar.
They don't know who or what I am, and I protect them with these lies.
But they don't know this, or don't want to, that I stop their sad cries.
This Fallen with black wings, protecting you from all these things.
He is sad that you do not believe him, for his purpose is protecting.
This Reaper, protecting you, walking through the world.
He goes unnoticed, and his pleas always go unheard.
You will have no parley with liars, never to talk to them.
But what they don't realise is, he tells lies to protect them.
I'm going to cry.I'm going to cry for all I've lost,I'm going to cry. in Free Verse More Like This
And you can't or won't stop me.
I'm going to die for all I was,
And all you'll do is watch me.
I'm going to hide from you,
Afraid to show my weakness.
I would happily die for you,
But I still regret this.
I didn't want this life,
I didn't want these tears.
I didn't want this life,
I didn't want these fears.
I used to cause myself pain,
To make sure I still feel.
I'll do it now and again,
To make sure it's still real.
I'm going to cry for all I've lost,
And you can't stop me.
These tears I cry at my cost,
For once will flow freely.
GrowthI remember the day I caught him 'gardening'. His cheeks stained cherry with the brisk wind that trotted beside him up and down the smothered garden path. He dropped a seed as his feet brushed past each other. Up and down he walked, a solemn lieutenant. I asked him what he was doing and those wide sky eyes reflected the ice as he told me he was trying to grow flowers for his mother. I looked at the seeds spilt on the snow and told him that they could never grow in these circumstances. I will never forget the clench in my heart when he responded, with a child's tongue; "I know".Growth in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Expensive LiesI sit and stare at the toilet bowl.Expensive Lies in Free Verse More Like This
A guy I know is bulimic.
When we compliment him
I see the twist of agony in his eyes
as his brain reprograms it
to sound like an expensive lie
that costs him another tear
in his tattered dignity.
Friends hurry to him,
to reassure him, to love him.
They tell him how beautiful he is.
We didn't know him before,
but he's definitely not fat now.
We whisper things in concern like;
body dysmorphic disorder.
'I know you'll never believe me
but you are so gorgeous -
not just on the inside.' Not just.
And they're right, I join in,
because they are right to say it
because it happens to be true -
he is stunning. Not just on the outside.
And we want him to see himself
the way we see him, beautiful.
And I join in because
I've felt that strangle of pain
in my stomach, bowels and belly,
when someone used to tell me lies.
So I know how he feels.
Only, he is beautiful on the outside
and I'm not.
He's not seeing reality in the mirror
and I am.
And people rush to correc
CopperThe underside of my heartCopper in Free Verse More Like This
has rusted through the shell.
Smooth tissue hangs, sodden,
through the ring of oxidised needles.
The frantic muscle
takes on water, tries not to drown,
in the body of fluids
you spat into my chest cavity.
Heavy barnacles of regret
cluster cancerously 'round 'til,
like all else, they disintegrate
with the acidic memory of you.
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.
ShiverShe shiversShiver in Free Verse More Like This
and throws her head back hard into the pillow
(the goose down feathers spike her,
fierce into her scalp, but she thrashes again).
and bites her neck with a gurgle
(transferring an 'I love you'
from the tips of his teeth, to her veins).
her nails scratching a line into his back
(he crosses it, she crosses herself and prays,
she prays for nought - he exclaims; "Oh God").
He cries out
as her muscles contract in spasm
(he spills his guts to her, overjoyed
by her assumed compliance.)
as her body tries to force the intrusion out.
(and the muscle of her heart contorts once more
and, overwrought, shatters. Again.)
CarvedYou are an oak carved tableCarved in Free Verse More Like This
that has been hewn and hacked
from its original pure form
into something someone found useful.
I was screwed tight together
with fixtures, fights and fittings
by so-called master craftsmen,
who wanted me to be firm,
who wanted my artificial endurance.
Men who wanted my knots undone
and for me to hold them up,
but I am a chair, and you are a table.
You have told me of the days
when seventy percent of you
was forcefully ripped out
leaving a splintered hollow behind.
I know how abrasive people
rubbed you up the wrong way
with sand paper to keep you quiet,
and with words to keep you down.
Plain men with plained minds
that have been stroked to the quick
and left only with the core
of their brutal carver instincts.
I know how you were made, table.
I am five pieces nailed together
With sticky tape for good measure.
You are one whole still, somehow
and when I need you, you are stable
and your legs are thicker than mine,
run faster and bear more pressure
on your leve
The Boy Who Wouldnt EatIf you can flutterThe Boy Who Wouldnt Eat in Free Verse More Like This
I have failed you,
for you were not forged
to be so insubstantial as that
You were writ
to be an epic fable
of endings ignored,
of outlasting your body
through the sheer will
of a writers starving heart
through a broken, bowed
but bravely abiding body
that fights the soul
to comprehend Beauty.
You'll Never DieHear me read it!You'll Never Die in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
They say that if a writer falls in love with you then you never really die.
Instead your body is laid out in its funerial shrouds and moulds are made. Soft impressions of you to be pressed onto the blank faces of future loves.
Every time I write of taking comfort in a safe place in a storm, it will be your forearm. Every half-made smile will be on your lips, and every touch will be constructed from the residue beneath your fingernails.
When I metaphise of trees' blood, the leaves that give the energy so that a willow can provide shade for those in need, it will be your blood, it will be your light drenched kisses.
Every tear on every face will taste of the sweat that you put into keeping me happy. Every soaring song of love will be played through your windpipe, your trachea my instrument of choice.
For every time that a hero has the strength to walk on, I will use your feet. I will weld them to my own and walk a mile. Wal
Losing my BreathIt's 2amLosing my Breath in Free Verse More Like This
and the calling birds
are hatching in my heart,
I feel it crack and they emerge.
Feel them drilling on my ribs,
the steady anxious thrum
of a flight risk
waiting to happen.
and I can't breathe,
memories of you
are nesting in my throat
I can't work around them.
It's cutting off the circulation,
and my frantic heart
tries to keep on.
and tears scratch their directions
into my cheeks,
they flounder and meander
and they erode.
My skin and soul is scraped down
layer by layer
and another day is heralded
by the angry flutterings in my chest.
I try to swallow my pride,
dam the tears
and crawl through the dark again.
Coughing up blood
and inhaling iron filings
(The remainder of
what used to be my life).
The WallI punched the wall.The Wall in Free Verse More Like This
The paper broke, a split lipped frown.
That was the thin veneer of joy you painted over my cracks with.
I punched the wall.
The paper bloomed into a paprika tulip.
That was the rusting screw in your jaw swinging off its hinge with your lies.
I punched the wall.
The paint broke into a smile
and I chipped out its teeth. They were the over polished hopes of our future.
I punched the wall.
The plaster spluttered out a storm.
Smooth and sleepy; I scratched at its eyes for promising to look out for me.
I punched the wall.
The plaster coughed hard again.
My anger was a consumption and its tendrils spasmed out from the source.
I punched the wall.
The plaster caved into a hole,
reminding me of all I'd given you and would never get back.
I didn't punch the wall
When the dust settled and its small red brick heart lay exposed, vulnerable, afraid,
You punched the wall.
My name is NothingMy name is Nothing,My name is Nothing in Free Verse More Like This
And I know...
You're in love with her -
I'm just your friend.
I am nothing else.
I am Nothing to you;
I'm a ghost that listens
to your many woes;
I give you space to
take a deep breath in;
I am who you turn to
when you have no one;
I'm always there for you,
but never actually there.
My name is Nothing.
And I know it was absurd
for me to think that
I could be her,
that I could be...
Keeping secretsHave you ever cried yourself to sleep?Keeping secrets in Free Verse More Like This
And if someone asked you that,
how would you answer?
Truth be told, I used to -
Just lie in bed and think,
think about every single thing
and how I felt about it...
what it meant to me.
But I'll just say no,
because I don't want you to know
about how weak I am.
And it is when all is silent,
the tears will slide slowly,
soaking your pillow.
Like a movie,
the scene plays out in your head
of all those times when you were
damaged and broken.
Replayed and replayed until
all the images end up blur and disjointed.
Have you ever cried yourself to sleep?
Yes, I have - many times, in fact.
But I'll just say no
because you're my friend
and if I were to tell you,
it would be the end.
Hate into loveI think I might be in loveHate into love in Free Verse More Like This
The story starts with hate
Where you provoked me
In the end, turning to be bait
I don't understand myself
Insults spurring from you
Self-esteem plunging down
Yet I felt something true
You're a demented creature
Having gone through hell
Once opening your soul to me
Leaving me enchanted like a spell
That time was so precious
You told me your story
No longer talking like before
Yet imprinted into my memory
As your story ended
Mine was soon to unfold
I won't forget your help
Where you taught me control
Feelings forever fluctuating
Sudden warmth, a sudden cold
A kind heart reaching out to mine
A mean mouth ready to scold
I think I might be in love
The story starts with hate
Where I slowly fell for you
Lost, but I shall wait
To my not-so-oblivious best friendDear best friend,To my not-so-oblivious best friend in Emotional More Like This
It has been exactly a month since my last letter to you. I'm sorry I haven't been talking to you much nowadays. I guess the oblivious self you used to be has changed, significantly. You asked me whether I was OK, and that you would help if I had problems. Perhaps it's just that I don't want to tell you; I don't want to trouble you. I have problems associated with my family and it feels like you wouldn't understand because you're not in my situation. Why does life have to be so shit? Jumping through these hoops may seem fun at the start but now they're just getting tiresome and painful and I can't even emphasise how many tears I've shed for the past year.
Today my mum said she wants to get a divorce with my dad. Fine. I know you guys have unexplained issues with each other but school's beginning in a week. I don't even feel ready now because you bombarded me with all these dejected feelings. What's going to happen? ''I don't know'' would be the most f
Socially awkwardDo you know what it feels like?Socially awkward in Free Verse More Like This
To feel so socially awkward
around people that you feel
uncomfortable in your own skin,
knowing that you don't fit in.
And, you walk away...
thinking that being alone
will be better for you -
but you're wrong.
You just feel even more alone;
even more rejected from society;
perhaps even sad, in some way.
What do you do while waiting for someone?
As you wait, and wait, and wait for them -
hoping they'll come soon
lest you seem like a loner
walking aimlessly around,
causing people to pity you.
And your face gets hot,
you start to sweat because
they know -
they know of how alone you are
and they feel sorry for you.
R.I.P WordsDo you know what it feels like?R.I.P Words in Free Verse More Like This
To feel something, but...
be unable to express what it is;
to be silent;
to fight it alone.
I know how much it hurts,
but I don't know how to show it.
Poetry used to be my refuge,
a place where I could be alone -
express all my emotions,
without being judged.
I'm losing it.
I can't connect to poetry.
Everything sounds so stupid...
Everything I write sounds stupid.
I have to erase all my feelings,
because they don't sound right.
The words aren't real.
They don't show what I feel
And maybe this will be the last.
Maybe I'm gone:
lost of all emotions.
I'm truly alone...
I used to have poetry.
Now I have nothing.
Today, I cried.December 10th, 2012.Today, I cried. in Free Verse More Like This
Today I cried.
I wasn't bullied today.
Neither was I bullied yesterday.
Nor am I going to be tomorrow.
But I cried.
Because I relived every moment.
And that was enough.
I succumbed to my emotions.
Today I cried.
I wasn't particularly weak today.
Neither was I weak yesterday.
Nor am I going to be weak tomorrow.
But I cried.
Because I relived every moment.
And I'm not ashamed.
I succumbed to my emotions.
But... I'm not ashamed.
Today I cried.
But that's just the way I am.
Once in a while, you just need a good cry.
To remind yourself of:
the little emotion you have left.
My life is like the TitanicA fist stuck in my throat,My life is like the Titanic in Free Verse More Like This
pair of eyes bleeding a river.
Lips trembling ever so slightly,
fingers beginning to quiver.
My head bobs, sharp gasps as
the water drowns me, slow.
Memories swimming in my mind,
Of people I love, people I know.
All that lies ahead is:
Blank and empty, and blank.
My life - parallel,
to the titanic that sank.
Eyes of the Aged.Grey tintedEyes of the Aged. in Free Verse More Like This
Misty aged eyes
Shadows and ghosts
The imprints of
Those frightening eyes
Can see through
Maybe even destroy you
Submerge your dreams
Perform inexcusable commands
Kill whatever hope you had
Make your choice
All because you are
Clinging to a fragment of the past
In those grey tinted
Misty aged eyes
A love-hate relationship?I can't do this...A love-hate relationship? in Free Verse More Like This
I can't listen...
To what my heart says
I can't trust you...
Over and over
Again and again
It keeps circulating
Like the laundry in a washer
Like a blender mixing a smoothie
Like the blood in your body
I keep doing this
Listening to your lies
But all this
Is just confusing me
Is tearing my soul apart
Is hurling me
Into a corner titled 'depression'
How can I honestly know?
Such spontaneous moments
Where your soul is
How can I honestly know?
Such spontaneous moments
Where your soul is
A state of confusion
That's what I'm in.
Bullying: Another Life is StolenMaking others feel worthless is what you do bestBullying: Another Life is Stolen in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Then you go and claim it was all a joke, a mere jest
But your words mean more than you comprehend
Your words can lose somebody their dearest friend
Your jokes have taken another young life away
Now the day is bleak and a cruel shade of grey
Know that to obtain your one little power trip
Your victim will feel as if they are being whipped
So the next time you feel the urge to tease or play
Be sure to always remember what happened this day
Your torment stole a family member and friend
And for the family, there will seem to be no end
Stop the bullying before another young life is stolen from us
I Miss My FriendYou know, I always thought you'd be my friendI Miss My Friend in Free Verse More Like This
I never thought what we had would ever end
But everything changed when I told you about him
And now everything is bleak and grey and grim
I took a risk and told you he likes me for who I am
And yet you couldn't so much as give a damn
You were mad that I was 'leaving you' for this boy
You made me feel like nothing more than a toy
I confided in you, felt safe with you, and I miss you
But whatever we had is apparently through
So you can ignore my pain and ignore my fear
Ignore how I happy and carefree I may appear
Don't look for my love for you lost that long ago
Because it is the truth that I now know
You said you loved me and you said you cared
But all you have left me is hurt and scared
So maybe I can go to the boy and feel more
And hopefully him I will not bore
Because I am too afraid to do too much
But to him, for now, I will clutch
I lost you, my friend, and miss you I do
I fear to show you my face, so it is him I look to
All I can pr
You are the Moon and I the SunWe are two peopleYou are the Moon and I the Sun in Free Verse More Like This
And yet we are one
You are the moon
And I am the sun
In a perfect circle we move
Without the other, we break
As the world crumbles around us
We know the the other is not fake
You are the moon and I the sun
And together we do beat as one
Veterans are in my Heart and SoulVeterans – they are in my heart and soulVeterans are in my Heart and Soul in Free Verse More Like This
Whether they listen to rap or rock and roll
Veterans, they are all the same at heart
Even my mama and daddy played their part
Strong at heart, bold in nature, but still kind
Fighting until their last words are signed
Losing their limbs, their friends, their life
All to bring an end to this horrible strife
These Veterans I do so love for what they do
For freedom, there is nothing they won't go through
They will fight until they are finally called home
Be that home with their family or the twilight zone
And so I get rather riled up when they aren't respected
Do you know how much we'd be affected –
If these brave men and women were not there?
They fight for your right to put on the clothes you wear
So, do them a favor, and show respect
Even if they are not perfect
They risked everything for you
Because hell is what they went through
Veterans – they are in my heart and soul
So the next time you take a little stroll
And you see an old veteran
You've Changed...People they lie and cheat and change and hurtYou've Changed... in Free Verse More Like This
All so many do is treat others like a pile of dirt
They can be friends one day and change the next
Looking only for money, drugs or even just sex
That seems to be the way of the world now
Something that has become acceptable to allow
But it is a sad truth that many will not admit
Through this time of hatred, it seems so few make it
We used to be so very close, you and I were
But I'm afraid that you've begun to change good sir
I no longer recognize the person you have become
What is left of who you were? Fore I see not a crumb
The hurt you cause us, I know you cannot see
And I know that you will probably disagree
But the evidence is just too clear
You've changed to much, my friend, my dear
Maybe one day we'll see the person you were
And maybe then things can go back to the way they were before
Never OnceNever once did I think that I'd be like those other girlsNever Once in Free Verse More Like This
That I'd want to get married and have a baby with curls
And though I want it so much, who wants to stand there?
Who wants to hold me and run their hands through my hair?
I never thought I'd want to actually get married some day
That I'd want to stand up front and throw back a bouquet
But I shall wait for that day, to stand up there with my man
I'll wait to have a house, a family, maybe one of those vans
In the darkness, he'll take me in his arms and we'll dance
I do want all of it, so someday I will take that chance
But for right now I will wait for someone that really cares
I will wait for the kind of man that is so painfully rare
Someday a simple little ring will be slid onto that finger
And his beautiful kiss on my lips will forever linger
No Clearer Than MudThere is so much pain, so much hurtNo Clearer Than Mud in Free Verse More Like This
Too many of the good are treated like dirt
I try and try to help, to take some pain away
So many people will never see the new day
Humans are a terror to their own race
We spread our diseases all over the place
We kill our children, rape our women
And the guilty are punished only now and then
When was it that people were ashamed of their own kind?
When did we get to be so ignorant and blind?
To kill and rape and destroy our own blood
Is to say that the human race is no purer than mud
Those strong of heart and caring souls
To help those close begins to take its toll
Exhausted and worried to the point of illness
Filled with concern and broken by stress
Prayers are said each and every night
Wishing for something to end the blight
To bring an end to all the suffering
Hope is their one and only offering
Those who help, do so with all their heart
The worry is enough to make them fall apart
But they press on because, in the end, they know
The light will shi
Something to Live ForAn angel filled with dreadSomething to Live For in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Her beating heart has bled
Tears fill her loving eyes
And yet she refuses to cry
An angel with a golden heart
Her pain impossible to tell apart
Wrists drip with crimson blood
Staining skin soft as a flower bud
She looks across the night sky
Wanting nothing but to fly
Invisible wings eager to break free
Her heart screams like a banshee
But her thoughts linger on her family
Her friends and family who she might never again see
They love her more than she might ever comprehend
Love that will forever and for always transcend
The blade drops and tears begin to fall
The sadness begins to wash away, sadness from it all
And she looks up to see the bright new day
And from the sun falls a pure ray
The ray of hope, of life and love
Beautiful as the stars and pure as a dove
There is always something to live for, somewhere
And there is never a second to spare
Even Angels Need A Helping HandEvery human that will walk this earthEven Angels Need A Helping Hand in Free Verse More Like This
Has a purpose and has a worth
From birth to grave, from life to death
Until they breathe their very last breath
Their path is laid out before them
Some are destined to help others
To act as parents, sisters and brothers
To bring light into a vast sea of darkness
Working to the bone and never less
Others might be tasked to sit on the sidelines
Waiting and watching for tell-tale signs
Helping without face-to-face interaction
Discerning what help to give from other's actions
Then there are the Angels, the light givers
Their love all-encompassing like a grand river
It is their nature to help all those that seek it
To be there for all and to never ever omit
These Angels themselves have seen Hell
And in their hearts, darkness does dwell
Yet, they take the pain of who comes to them
And never once do they condemn
Sometimes even Angel need a guiding hand
The Pride of WordsI am an author, a poet, a writer, and a story-tellerThe Pride of Words in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I have a dream to become a New York best-seller
But why is this work unrecognized by most
Why can we hardly ever make the winning post?
I shall tell you why - the populous won't take the time
To take in the meaning behind the rhyme
They choose instead to look at a pretty picture
Why should they waste time to read boring scripture?
It takes less than a heartbeat to look at an image
Pictures of angels or pirates and their pillage
Yes, it takes longer to read a poem or story
But within the words lie the truth of glory
Pretty pictures may be quick to look at
Sure, you can draw a handsome devil in a hat
But we can write a scene to send a chill down your spine
We can build a world of age and history, drunk like treasured wine
It may take longer to read, but you'll be entranced
Pictures can only go so far, while it is words that will enhance
And yet we remain unpopular, no matter how hard we work
While the well-known artists sit idly by, ba
The rule of nines.I know more about half-moon palmsThe rule of nines. in Free Verse More Like This
than most know about
the kind that beg dandelion child,
I know about forged castle ribs & broken homes.
Myths that are half fact & imaginary friend
turned bogieman -
Fangs that tear clear through ice-bone hearts
like they are nothing but pretty paper
to be folded over, again & again & again
by the hands of quivering youths:
Icarus, the reincarnated
sky conqueror searching for warmth.
She has the moon in her eyes.But, this body is a black hole,She has the moon in her eyes. in Free Verse More Like This
a hollowed out womb-
and these palms are sandpaper
thin and bleeding a silent stigmata.
"Not yet ripe to fall from her bed,
too young to understand her own limbs-"
She folds back July's origami skin,
wishing for the warmth of winters kiss.
She is a raven heart, thumping wildly
against the whispers of vintage lips.
Her bed is empty,
but the sheets are red.
Please, forgive me.Like lies, you saidPlease, forgive me. in Free Verse More Like This
I make breathing the cosmos
through rose colored lungs
look easy- vertebrae stretched
toward the moon.
& I'm hanging my bones
out to dry, carving Saturn's
rings into my wrists- my
star burst ankles.
I swore then I'd keep my
black tongued poetry
& uprooted limbs far,
far away from you.
But, like lies, galaxies,
& night fevers, you
are the destination
on my star map skin.
FeverI like pretending I mean something to the ghostsFever in Free Verse More Like This
who wreak havoc on my bones-
impaling these masochistic butterfly wings
on railroad spikes
between heartbeats and bedsheets,
I got a heart in New Orleans,
palms engraving names like
Juliet, Alexandria, & Christine
on the seats of greyhound buses.
& I'm offering up 102 degrees of skin to a godless moon
as I breathe in her night scent.
dear,when i first met you,dear, in Free Verse More Like This
terror chilled down
& my heart
began to build
walls over walls
i won’t let them
hurt you, again.
i have a tendency
to get knocked
off my feet
& not know
how to get back up.
i’m still crawling around,
searching for your heart
beats under my bed
& between my tangled
i am pathetic.
you were all crooked,
& nights of forgetting
to take your zoloft.
i didn’t think I would miss that.
i didn’t think I would miss you.
you fell like a meteor
for him, hours after
you demolished me.
& i can’t hope you’re happy
because i’m still patching up
the war zone you left behind.
i taste bile in my throat.
i swallow it back down.
i won’t get sick for you.
whiskeyShewhiskey in Free Verse More Like This
in one slow,
I heard it plunge
into the gaping
emptiness of her.
drank the sun
from my fingertips,
licked me from her lips,
look better dead, plucked
from your November pores."
"They go down smoothest
with Writers Tears."
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?"
No wander about it, just lust.You were a mid-morning train wreck,No wander about it, just lust. in Free Verse More Like This
the embodiment of poetry.
& my clavicles whispered too many nothings
about your summer storm hands,
folding like paper cranes
to make wishes upon themselves.
wishes are for the weak-
do something about this quaking heart
& freezing fingers.
I think I found God then,
FrostI am devouring chaos,Frost in Free Verse More Like This
chasing it down with winter's chill.
Spare me your fingerprints,
summer's lovechild. Those knowing owl eyes
have me second guessing the wild churning
in my bones. You are the sleep that sweeps
my eyelashes, drowning me in my own daydreams.
When was it...
that you plastered yourself to my ribcage?
To be a writerYou taste like decaying leavesTo be a writer in Free Verse More Like This
and October's bad habits-
when it’s halfway through February
that still haunts these bones.
I have allowed you to
claw your love
into my arms
and chant into my
for much too long.
I wish I was one of those girls
who could say wild flowers
grow up through my nooks
and my crannies just to tear
through my skin, screaming.
I’m just that dead eyed deer
on the side of the road dreaming
of shoving a pen down my throat
and writing these verses inside out.
I am no scribe, prophet, or spell caster.
I know it.
My skin knows it.
My pen knows it too.
Years and years
my mind will dwell
on the way your fingers
chain linked between my ribs
and shook my
to be a writer
is to be a masochist,
and I refuse to get off
on the pain anymore.
You'll Never Understand...You'll never understand...You'll Never Understand... in Free Verse More Like This
But I'm glad you don't.
Because that would mean
You'd have to go through my pain.
And I'd never wish that
AsylumWho are you?Asylum in Free Verse More Like This
Where are you?
What... are you?
The blinding white walls
Closing in on you
Who are you?
Certainly not that
happy little girl
jumping through fairy tales
as a sunset paints the silver sky.
Where are you?
Definitely not where
you'd want to be.
What are you?
Blood, scars, wounds.
All you see are shadows
In a room of white walls...
Front page...Liquid chains cling to my anklesFront page... in Free Verse More Like This
Feathers of a bird tickle my nose.
Haunted by the voices in this cold dark cell
Longing for the scent of a light pink rose.
Ocean waves beat upon a sandy shore
A sea of hatred and rage.
Dragonflies swim through air so light
But this stuff never gets to the front page.
What Happened?I used to think make upWhat Happened? in Free Verse More Like This
Made people ugly.
Now I think I'm ugly without it.
I used to think people
Always loved me.
Now I think everyone hates me.
I used to think everybody
Was my best friend.
Now I think no one truly is.
I used to think
Boys were icky!
Now I wish I had one.
What happened to being
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
Me.Anorexic.Me. in Free Verse More Like This
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.
The Face At The DoorThe face at the door is a demon, a godThe Face At The Door in Free Verse More Like This
He smiles through stitches, his stare rather odd
The face at the door is a cruel, silent being
Yet, people are calm, and the children aren't fleeing
Quiet yourself, for you're the only one
Crying for help at the point of a gun
Learn how to fly, rather, learn how to fall,
The face at the door... well... there's no face at all.
I am a labelI slid the blade across my wristI am a label in Free Verse More Like This
Again and again.
Maybe I’m an emotional freak.
I cause fights and arguments
Maybe I’m a troublemaker.
I use make up to make myself seem
Maybe I’m girly.
I complain about things
Even when sometimes
Maybe I’m an attention seeker.
I fall under so many
So maybe I am a label.
I’m just me.
StorybooksStorybooks in Free Verse More Like This
Watch your oldest storybooks now slowly come to life
Giants rule the kingdoms with their shining silver knife
Princesses are locked in towers, skies do turn to grey
Knights in shining armor take their swords and turn away
Wondrous, sparkling forests die away in crystal rain
Hush the youngest children, for today they die in pain.
Watch your oldest storybooks become a haunting thought
Blood upon the pretty gowns and bodies left to rot
Hush the youngest children for the greatest of all crimes
Let them see that stories aren't just once upon a time...
Stuck In ReverseWe'd make drunken eye contactStuck In Reverse in Free Verse More Like This
While sat on iron bar motorway bridges
Road kill paved beneath us
And diluted stars that hung above us like spirits
Passing bottles of liquor while discussing Shakespeare
I'd hide behind my sleeves
We were scatter brained and tongue tied
Scorched pupils and leaper fingertips
I don't know how to let go of these Polaroid memories
We need to plan our escape because Alice had the right idea
The smell of stagnant rainwater is making me nauseous
Because sometimes painkillers never seem to work
And carving words into one another is the only way we can exist.
Snow White SyndromeI seem to have forgotten the sound of my own heartbeatSnow White Syndrome in Free Verse More Like This
Splitting apart my limbs I've found the source of my insanity
Coiled around veins and arteries
Star dust and a lazy man’s drug
Has put me to sleep under fictitious pretenses
Of forbidden apples and two faced prince charming’s
UnknownI'd listen to radio signalsUnknown in Free Verse More Like This
But all I'd hear is chlorine bleached static
That leaves a the bitter taste of Advil in my thoughts
Drugged up in an anaesthetic haze of morphine induced comatose
I'd clench my teeth to stop the florescent vowels
From escaping my insomniac lips
I've chewed them shut and pasted book spines on my ribcage
In an attempt to be something organic and interesting
Because the plain Jane exterior I've laced between my iris's
Is becoming a contradiction of what little sanity I possess
AnonymousI am the girl who hides between moth eaten paper backsAnonymous in Free Verse More Like This
And slips into bookstores and devours leather bound spines
I am chloroform lips bitten down, red and rosy
Ink stained finger tips that fold book pages between my pupils
I'm the girl who drowns herself in coffee and cough drops
While remaining curled between Tennyson and Steinbeck
Wasting days wondering why grass is green
And how it can be greener for others and not I
Then I realized its all artificial food colouring
And polystyrene picket fences
Sticky notes yellowed at the edges reminding myself how to smile
I've pasted them on my skin in makeshift paper Mache armour
But like all mangled words I will be thrown inside a wastebasket
Saved for a rainy day
A mermaid stole my bonesI want to deteriorate into the ocean and feel the wavesA mermaid stole my bones in Free Verse More Like This
Break over my spine
Because I’ve learnt through trial and error
That holding my breath only makes my heart beat faster
And plain white pills do nothing to soothe
The anxiety sewn deep within my bones
The bitter aftertaste still lingers in the back of my throat
much like the feeling
of her breath in my lungs
subliminal messages from the unheard heroineChain smoking behind crumbling bike shedssubliminal messages from the unheard heroine in Free Verse More Like This
We’d amble across deserted swing sets
Sipping bad coffee and reading about dead poets
You with a charcoal smudge in the crease of your lips
I with ink stained fingertips
We’d speak of what it is like to be human
And how devastatingly beautiful self-destruction is
Because you had holes in your arms and I had lines on my hips
And there really wasn't much to say
Other than how the skies looked like smoke and dioxide vomit
Pooling onto our broken pupils
Hero ComplexI bartered my soul awayHero Complex in Free Verse More Like This
For the boy with wolf eyes
He locked me behind his teeth
He carved snake bites into my lips
And tore apart the gilded edges of my lashes
In an endeavor to uncover some semblance of my siren words
He broke apart my ribs in an attempt
To find my landmine heart
Which held no sound
If you drink enough vodka it tastes like loveHe’d whisper sweet nothings to treesIf you drink enough vodka it tastes like love in Free Verse More Like This
Hoping the roots would remember his name
I watched him drop pieces of himself like bread crumbs
His lantern limbs quivering
I don’t think he ever really knew how lovely he was
And on a sunny day when the pavement was sweating
Out onto the roadside
Everyone else found out too
I don’t think I’ll ever forget him because he was like a dream catcher
So quiet and magical in the way his eyes turned green in the dark
And blue in the winter
Like he stored the world’s secrets behind his cuckoo spit heart
A half visible mirage rots in broad daylightI think I fell down a holeA half visible mirage rots in broad daylight in Free Verse More Like This
That was six feet too deep
And I don’t know
If I want to climb out anymore
Because it’s so wonderful down here where the stars
No longer hold meaning
And voices can no longer be heard
Over the sound of decaying matter
Waiting to be recycled
Liquor is one way out an'death's the other The art of growing up,Liquor is one way out an'death's the other in Free Verse More Like This
is to pour shots of whiskey
into your coffee in the morning
to make it through
when all you want to do
is lie in bed
but there’s nothing
Please ... Don't ...The sun's shining and the sky is clearPlease ... Don't ... in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and you wish that you weren't here
Anymore, no part of this world, of this life
You're trapped in darkness and the way out
Of it is death, there's no doubt
But the alluring whispers of the sharp knife
When you drive in your car down the road
You dream of your last abode
And your eyes search for a tree to crash into
Every bridge's a chance to jump down
Each river tempts you to drown
In it, you climb high buildings not for the view
How can I make you stay here with me
When you try so hard to flee
From life's pain and the darkness and the sorrow?
Still I'm begging at your feet to stay
Not to throw your life away
Because without you I couldn't face tomorrow
You say you're born alone and you'll die
All alone, but that's a lie
When you leave this world you leave me behind, too
I need you to carry on, my friend
'Friends until the bitter end.'
We promised each other, tell me it's still true
Dearest friend, remember what we swore
Don't make me attend at yo
Four letter wordsLoveFour letter words in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In his family, it's nothing but
Just a four letter word
"You're a fat and ugly smut"
They say and throw out the baby bird
Of the nest above.
He lost his mind, he is not sane -
A word with four letters
Anyway, he's his own bane
Voices in his head are his fetters
They drove him insane
Doctors vow and give him a pill
Four letters, no meaning
He takes what will not fulfill
Vows to stop suicidal leaning
No-one hears his yelp
Of getting better, he lost it
The shallow four letters
Realizes bit by bit
Insanity he never betters
Alone he can't cope
He tried to kill himself again
Life - it is just a word
with four letters, so is pain
To leave it all behind he is spurred
His exit - a knife
34. MoonOne night I was aked by the moon34. Moon in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
If I am happy
I could not reply too soon
the answer's not easy
I should have simply said "yes" and leave the moon alone up there
But instead I said "I don't know" and the moon began to stare
All I had wanted was to dream
And gaze at the sky
But now there was the moon's gleam
Demanding reasons why
Maybe I should have turned away, ignoring the bright moon, but
Its light filled my bedroom and my window blind refused to shut
So many time you looked at me
Longing in your eyes
I wonder if you're happy
Or if you need advise
But since you never said a word I finally did ask
Say, are you happy or are you sad? It is a simple task
I could not answer with yes or no
It's far too complex
Therefore I said "I don't know.
Can we please change subjects?"
Since then we never talked again about my state of mind
I doubt the moon did really care for the answer I did find
25. LurkingFrom my dark room I see right25. Lurking in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Into yours filled with light
Gossamer courtains frame the scene
Of you staring at your T.V. screen.
I have no need for T.V.
You're all I want to see
But there is that man by your side
Who doesn't deserve you, I wish he died
I watch you leaving for work
While in my room I lurk
Hours pass and patiently I wait
For you to return home about eight
I see him kissing your lips
And his cursed finger tips
Desecrating your skin so fine
You shouldn't be with him you should be mine!
I left my dark room and went outside
Wait in the shadows where I did hide
And I wait for you to walk by
The attack was quick, just a sigh
Was heard before you fell
Down, it all went so well
Now we're together, my dear
But why, why are you in fear?
Please forgive me gagging you
Something I had to do
Your screaming was so very loud
That's why to speak you are not allowed
What is wrong you look so sick
Is this another trick?
So you can try to get away
Just like you did on the oth
The GameTo me it's nothing but a gameThe Game in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Ensure me for you it is the same
Before you go on and tell me your name
So what's wrong with a date among friends
Without feelings no bitter ends
So can you play along with me
No falling in love, can you agree
But enjoying the lovely company
Now that you know my rules, can we play
Is there anything left to say
they call me bitch and slut and whore
And other names, oh so many more
Give me a list I never have asked for
Just because they cannot play like me
And assume like them I must be
I don't take money for a start
And never play with a fragile heart
Unrequited feeling can break apart
Sticking to my rules I draw a line
So ev'rybody should be fine
Commission - Dirty SecretA house so splendid and fineCommission - Dirty Secret in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A house you proudly call "Mine"
Yet I spy with my little eye ...
But behind the facade: rotten wood
Skeletons in closets shut for good
At heart you are oh so pure
The just's sleep is your's for sure
But still my little eye does spy...
Do you have sweet dreams, my dear, at night
While you did leave me with hurt and fright?
A gentleman and a sir
You believe that's what you are
And I hear with my little ear...
All of the silent cries you blocked out
So long you don't even hear me shout
Keep pretending, go ahead
Yet your secret still isn't dead
I'm alive and won't disappear
A haunting ghost I don't want to be
I rather take the life you owe me
IThere is a certain wordI in Free Verse More Like This
Overused, too often heard
It's so simple and small
Thinnest of the letters all
Yet it's meaning, what a contrast
The gab between them is so vast
They could not be any less alike
The speaker uses it to strike,
to be the center of everything
It's overused one may think
It's impossible to avoid its use
and also very hard to reduce
And it makes me wonder: "Why
is it so diffucult not to say 'I'?"
Who I was beforeWhen I was a childWho I was before in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I was not one of the loved girls.
I used to hang around with a bunch of boys.
We did imagine ourselves to be indians, cowboys, scientists, crime fighters and the like.
I was happy.
Still, I always tried to fit in with the others girls. but I realized soon they were phony and I didn't want to be part of their childish intrigues.
But I really wanted a close friend. I tried to be a good friend. But I heard
"you get on my nerves." instead.
I did not realize the cruelty behind this words back then.
I know now because it still haunts me.
Don't get me wrong, I thought I had found a friend and I was really good friends with the boys. I thought I was happy.
That was back in elementary school.
At the secondary school, I did not have the boys around me anymore. I found another girl and tried to be friends with her.
I though we were close.
Two years later, the classes were mixed anew and I lost her.
She found new friends and no time for me.
Once more I tried to befriend someone
43. DieYour tears glister like drops of dew43. Die in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
On a spider web at dawn
I'm sure mine do the same
Underneath closed eyes
"I'm sorry to
Leave without you."
A faint whisper cries
"I'm glad that you all came."
I press your hands without brawn
Before I leave, bidding my adieu.
39. DreamI had a wonderful dream last night39. Dream in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And now I desperately fight
Not to forget anything of it
But I keep loosing bit by bit
I am digging in the desert's sand
try to catch water with my hand
But the more and the harder I try
The faster the water trickles away
With the water the dream does comply
And my memories slowly decay
Shattered heartWith this broken heart I'll keep moving onShattered heart in Free Verse More Like This
And the scar you left me will help me become strong
For my heart used to be so numb, but then you showed me love
Sadly then you shattered it, once you saw I held you dear
But I hope you don't regret what you have done
For what I felt, you'll only receive it once
If I kiss youWhat if I kiss you?If I kiss you in Free Verse More Like This
What if I pull you close?
And whisper you the truth
Will you say “I love you”?
Because you shine light into this dark room
I wish I could turn the whole world to slow-mo
Just so I could see this beautiful flower bloom
Maybe then you’d see how much you mean to me
I go on my days with my heartfelt thoughts
Warmth is what you’ve brought into my feather heart
And all of this just feels like the start
I know that one day, we will never be set apart
Keep this promiseDo me a favor; don’t forget the time that we spentKeep this promise in Free Verse More Like This
It won’t last forever; I’m sure that one day we’ll meet again
Because we’re truly not far apart, it might as well be the start
And I know it seems a bit rough, just remember to not lose your heart
Because I’ll keep my faith in you, as long as you stay true
And don’t lose your faith in me, your friends barely know me
So don’t you ever worry, because one day we’ll start our story
Filling the blanks that we left open, keeping us from feeling lonely
Well, I miss you...I miss you because I hold you so dearlyWell, I miss you... in Free Verse More Like This
You're mostly in my mind, but not because I worry
But because I miss the gentle voice that inspired my poems
The playful personality that cheered me up every moment
Your adorable ways, that would always warm my heart
How beautiful you are that you'd break the fourth wall
Your difference between girls, being real, not a thought
My heart was sad until here, you were brought
Because every time I go to sleep
I wish that you were here, laying down next to me
Hopefully, you feel the same
Because without you, I just can't stay sane
I'm afraid of losing you.I don’t know if you feel it too, the feeling of wanting to break looseI'm afraid of losing you. in Free Verse More Like This
And just screaming “I love you” but I’m scared that we might lose
Because just of our age, or the time, or any person that doesn’t want you to be mine
But I know that if this goes wrong I’d be the one who'd cause the crime
I’m a bit afraid; one false move would make everything go away
And I’m always left wondering if what I’m doing is okay
I just want everything to be alright between you and me
Or is there something that I cannot see?
My head is rambling with questions that fear is inventing
Maybe is not fear, maybe it’s because I’m too caring
Am I paranoid? I don’t want to make a mistake
You said I’m doing things right, then why do I always shake?
Please, don't give up.You’re not alone, even if you feel such sorrowPlease, don't give up. in Free Verse More Like This
Please try to calm your mind and forget about tomorrow
I know that life can hurt, but from my happiness you can borrow
Please don't cry anymore, I will help you with the troublesome morrow
Even if the bad seem to be everywhere you go
Just keep in mind that you have to stay away from what’s below
And I know that you’ll learn from these bad experiences
So then you can help those who are inexperienced
Please don’t be sad, everyone has a reason for his or her existence
You can’t ever give up, push through and have resistance
The worst thing you could do is to lose all of your hope
Just promise me that you will try to never mope
I'm left with hope.I know it happened once, but it left me scarredI'm left with hope. in Free Verse More Like This
I won't give up, but I'm still afraid
But I will be brave, I just hope it won't happen again
Because I'm not sure I'll be able to handle the pain
It feels like all I can do is hope, for the best days.
My Dedicated LoveYou are so angelic, and so uniqueMy Dedicated Love in Free Verse More Like This
I can't believe that you even talk to me
Cause all you're qualities makes you so radiant
It would feel like I was speaking to an angel
This sounds really corny or cliché,
But is the truth what I speak
You're my inspiration for writing these poems
You're in my mind every time I grab my pencil
And every love poem I make is dedicated to you
There's only one word that explains what I feel
Is a feeling that seems insane but its real
A feeling that I have deep inside of my heart
And that feeling is called "love"
My writing lifeI'll take my pen or pencil outMy writing life in Free Verse More Like This
And try not to have a strong dreadful bout
And prepare my calm mind
To express everything I recognize
In my task lighted room
Or ambient lighted cottage
Reflecting on my days
About when I was in pain
Or the days when I felt appreciation
I try to get detached from people
So I can focus with my equal
Because what I write is my soul,
What I write is myself
There's no one or nothing else
Is my emotions written well
That's why some will be moody and sad
And others will be lovely and glad.
You're worth waiting forLet’s take it slow, if you want us to growYou're worth waiting for in Free Verse More Like This
Our love is our gentle abode, and I just want you to know
That my patience is unknown, but for you, I will hold
I’ll just have to flow, and always remain with hope
Because much time has already passed
And a lot has happened, so sudden and fast
But with each moment, we get closer and forget the past
With each mistake, we start growing, with each, we understand
But now that patience is a big part of my life
I hope that one day, you'll also be mine
It could take a while, it could also be soon
But none of that really matters, because I truly belong to you