HappinessYou wear happinessHappiness in Free Verse More Like This
as your mask
Paint on a smile
as fragile as glass
you are screaming and crying
Lashing out at yourself
as you are slowly dying
Masks.Look at her, what do you see?Masks. in Free Verse More Like This
A pretty face?
The one with all the friends?
Or a girl who wishes for the day to end?
Look at him, what do you see?
A smart boy?
The one who is happy always?
Or a boy who has to hide his scars?
Look at them, what do you see?
The ones who are loved for who they are?
Or people who hide behind their lies?
Look at me, what do you see?
A cheeful smile?
The one who laughs all the time?
Or the broken, bloodied wings which weigh me down?
Look at you, what do we see?
What don't we see?
Do we see the lie, but not the truth?
What kind of mask do you hide behind?
We all wear one.
Like AlwaysWake up, get out of bedLike Always in Free Verse More Like This
Plaster on that fake smile
Wipe away the tears
Act as if you're happy
Fake it, like always
Look in the mirror
Ignore the flaws
Tell yourself today will be different
Lie, like always
Don't let anyone see the scars
Long-sleeves and made up fairy tales
Don't let them see the tears
Don't tell the truth
It was the cat, like always
Don't fall down
Not till you're alone
There you can fall apart
Alone, like always
Comforted by the blade
ConfusionI'm just the one who smilesConfusion in Free Verse More Like This
Just so you do, too
I'm the one who's laughing
Standing right behind you
I'm the one hiding from the spot light
Just so someone else can have it
I'm the one who keeps it all inside
Just to make room for you
I'm just the one who is never happy
Just appears that way
I'm the one with scars on my arms
Just to be better
I'm the one you'll never understand
No matter how much you want to
We are. . .We are. . . in Free Verse More Like This
Some people do it for attention
Some do it for the pleasure
That comes with it
Watching you sit there and suffer
They don't know this feeling
When you can barely stand
Keeping the scars from healing
Having it all slip through their hand
They don't know depression
or all the ups and downs
or never wanting to go in the sun
or hiding cuts that'll never be found
They don't know
and they never will
They are out greatest foe
The ones who make our hearts stand still
We have meet with death
faced all our fears
We've stopped our breath
and have no more tears
We are the survivors
We lived to tell
We are the strugglers
with the unheard yells
DeceptionA rubber band on my wrist,Deception in Free Verse More Like This
A fake smile blurred over my mouth,
The words "I'm fine" are really a shout.
You have no idea what it means,
I hide it all so well,
But not everything's always as it seems.
Fooled by deception, fooled by lies,
The invisible mask is a great disguise.
Clever I am, clever I'm not,
The truth is what's being sought.
FadingLosing hope in everything,Fading in Free Verse More Like This
Don't care what the future brings.
We're all gonna die anyways,
Why not tomorrow, why not today?
Tell me the reason, my purpose in life,
Tell me, why not suicide?
Give me reasons why I should live,
If I took my life, could you forgive?
I'm sorry, I know you thought I was stronger,
But I told you I can't take it any longer.
You told me these things, I told you I'm not,
I tried, I fought, again I lost.
This battle with myself, I've had enough,
Endured so much, depression's tough.
Battling addiction of self-harm too,
You have no idea what I've gone through.
I wanted to tell you.. So many times I'd tried.
"How are you?" "I'm fine," I lied.
When I tried to speak, the right words wouldn't come out,
'Cause for so many years, I filled my mind with doubt.
I was constantly bringing myself down,
Never really felt like I was wanted around.
When the time is right, my life I'll take.
That'll be the last time I break.
BeautyBeauty isn't what's on TV,Beauty in Free Verse More Like This
Beauty isn't what's in magazines.
Beauty isn't starving yourself,
Beauty isn't degrading your health.
Beauty isn't tall and lean,
Beauty doesn't go by society's means.
Beauty isn't makeup caked on your face,
Beauty shouldn't be a desirable craze.
Beauty can be on the inside too,
Beautiful is me and you.
The GirlThe girl that walks by,The Girl in Free Verse More Like This
The girl that always smiles,
The girl that's so pretty,
Who goes on for miles and miles.
The girl that's so sweet,
The girl that's so kind,
The girl that keeps me thinking
If she could ever be mine.
The girl that's so honest,
The girl that's so smart,
The girl that's so amazing,
The girl that's stolen my heart.
Defining InsanityMy mother once defined insanity to me.Defining Insanity in Philosophical More Like This
"It's when your thoughts are running through your head at such a speed that you don't know whether the thoughts you've just had are right or wrong. They just are."
But I don't know if that's true or not. I don't think it is. Because if it was, right and wrong would have to be the same as black and white. And to be quite plain, they're not. Right and wrong don't even exist. They're all in the mind.
Some people say that insane people cannot see the line between right and wrong. That isn't true. They've made their own rights and wrongs. Their own definitions for existence. And who are we to say that they shouldn't have them? Just because they are different from our definitions, doesn't mean that they shouldn't be.
And me? I think insane people think too much. They think so much that common ideals blur and fade and then they disappear. But that doesn't mean that they're wrong. Perhaps it's a good idea to think outside the box? Perhaps it's a go
Persuasive Article on HomeworkPersuasive Article on Homework in Philosophical More Like This
Is Homework Really Necessary?
Homework. That very word haunts the dreams of every school-child, and can send shivers the length of a wooden metre stick up the back of a fully grown adult. It is scrawled across blackboards, whiteboards and projector screens all over the country and is, in short, an activity used to brainwash, and mentally exhaust children in the safety of their own homes.
The sort of tasks that must be done for homework is usually reserved solely for the classroom; however, governments and teachers alike have the absurd theory that homework is necessary. The average child cannot be expected to comprehend why they must trudge through heaps of essays, worksheets, censuses, and the much-dreaded Past Paper Questions night upon night. No doubt the dictators have their reasons, but alas, it seems that they have no intentions of sharing their baffling thoughts with the un-washed masses.
Venerable adults, such as politicians, rarely bring up the subject of homework,
Sound of RainThink for a moment: Is the sound of rain, truly what you are hearing?Sound of Rain in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Imagine this, you're sitting there in your underwear (don't try to pretend you're not). It's raining outside and you've been browsing the internet for the past seven hours. It's already 3:13 a.m. in the morning and a sudden hint of nervousness seizes you. It's silly really, you don't have to attend school, nor do you have work in the morning, but somehow you still feel as though you should force yourself into bed.
You crawl under the covers and bring the blanket up to your chin. Your mind runs over all the things you've done today and you stare at the ceiling, trying to find a comfortable spot on the bed, listening to the sound of rain as it goes pitter-patter on your window. Yet, somehow, the rain sounds different tonight. You feel a strange sinking in your chest and a rising sensation of fear.
The pitter-patter no longer sounds like gentle droplets of water hitting the glass. It sounds more
The IndividualYou wear your skin, with mask of sin,The Individual in Free Verse More Like This
A spiderweb of lies. Of "individuals",
Breaking ties, alone at last
They seem to hide, a fixation of vanity...
I am the "individual"!
This is my golden ritual,
Refuse all that is me,
A web of lies I be!
But can you see, what you've become,
Showing these scars made by none-
Other than you?
They were made just for you...
They were made just by you...
Made to be pitied too...
You are the "individual"!
Lies are your golden ritual,
Refuse what you should be,
To live with agony!
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
Glove Slap!I am a shackled man,Glove Slap! in Free Verse More Like This
Links from my head to my toes.
Don't even ask how I got them,
Man, I don't even know!
But one thing is very clear to me,
I'll whisper it too...
These aren't here to protect me son,
They're here to protect you!
For if I wasn't chained,
If I wasn't locked down tight-
I'd have my hands up,
Taking you on as my next fight.
'Cause all I know is fighting,
Either fittin' or spittin'
You better take up your stance,
Or I'll be startin' the hittin',
And ain't no chance for quittin'!
No tappin' or the ref stop.
Because it's time to teach you,
How we really do hip-hop!
-Chennie, 12th May 2014
I'd Rather Be DeadYou're always asking me if I had anything worth dying for.I'd Rather Be Dead in Free Verse More Like This
I'll pose the opposite to you and ask you this:
"Why is it that you find life to be worth living?"
Is it so interesting to go through each day feeling anxious?
To the point that you feel nauseated enough to collapse.
Is it so joyous to spend each night staring at a blank ceiling,
Hearing the clock tick on toward morning,
And yet you lie awake.
Tired, but awake, emotionless, but awake...
Do you truly get up each day, facing it with optimism.
Or do you look at the news and the state of the world,
And genuinely fear for your safety?
Now, if it were me that you had asked my dear,
I'd tell you quite honestly: That I'd rather be dead.
At least I would not have to hear the white lie inside my head.
That tomorrow will bring me a 'better' day...
But of course, you are welcome to believe that.
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
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
Listening to Voices...Lazy to read this? Scroll straight to the description for the audio narration!Listening to Voices... in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The moon tonight is brilliant, for it casts an eerie-looking shadow upon the moss and the stone. At times I find myself wondering, is that me that I see? Or is it merely another side of me, one that hides amongst the shade?
Ugh, that horrid moaning! That evil rattling, rasping noise! It's driving itself into my skull again, like an annoying repetition that I can't seem to quiet. It screeches at times, like nails upon a chalkboard. It buries itself deep into the recesses of my mind and fills the hole with rot! A fetid fungus spitting serpentine venom from the eyes of a fox!
What? What are you saying? What do you mean! Tell me god damn it!
Ha...Ha...I can hear myself breathing; barely through the fog. The sound is far away, like the deeps of a bog. I can't believe that I'm rhyming, what the hell
Learning From KnocksLearning From Knocks:Learning From Knocks in Free Verse More Like This
I used to be a fucking idiot!
I guess that's why some people never took me serious,
But I have learned from the truth that is hideous;
My only wish is that I wasn't so oblivious...
Because when I took a fall from my cloud,
I hit the solid ground, rose up to be pushed down,
Misery surround now.
I'm just fightin' this war,
Wagin' for my own crown,
Letter for letter,
So I can say I never backed down.
Facing adversity, my only adversary,
Is my own drive to make success a necessity.
From when I greet the morning until I say my goodnight.
I'll still be chasing after dreams until I walk in the light.
So for the patience and the people still readin' my works,
I can tell you I will never die, that's just a quirk.
I bet you'll see me comin' back like I'm raised from the dead,
And I will leave you with emotions that'll ring in your head!
- Chen Yuan Wen, 12th May 2014
~ Beginning of a new age
AddictMy dear little man, now tired and weary,Addict in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The softness of sleep becomes dark and dreary.
In vivid dreams you see a bloodied ghost
Of the one you love and hate the most...
She tore into your veins,
And set them ablaze.
Even as you walked,
In a sickening haze.
You stole from the weak,
To feed your habit.
Blood upon the altar,
As you chased the rabbit.
A rabbit that enslaved,
Deep down the rabbit hole.
Inhaled like a blanket,
For the soul that was cold.
As the breathing became rapid,
And the vomiting begins.
You'll chase another rabbit,
To compound your sin.
And as your sins will grow,
So too will the madness.
It sinks into the heart,
And begins warping the canvas.
It paints it in bitterness,
The colour of black...
The colour of voices,
That lash at your back.
So dear little man, over pure white grains,
Are you done with this life of an endless pain?
I'll give you a solution, you need only apply...
For the man who is an addict, must surely die!
BonesWraps itself around my bonesBones in Free Verse More Like This
Bones will break with sticks and stones
Stone cold heart with dulcet tones
Tones and flexes, I know it owns
Owns my heart in danger zones
Zones in secrets, and then postpones
Postpones the love and love it loans
Loans my heart to chaperones
Chaperones stare and start like drones
Drones dead inside, lifeless clones
Clones the pain and leaves with moans
Moans the truth and the truth it groans
Groans the queen and sits on thrones
Thrones that tear and bite and hones
Hones in on disaster around my bones
I will break with sticks and stones
It's so easy to say Isn't it? It's so easy to sayIt's so easy to say Isn't it? in Free Verse More Like This
follow through and fall down
This is the world
She wanted to
No longer here
no longer seems like a bad idea