Learn respect.Those who fear me all should know,
Where disrespecting me gets you to go.
I am no better than you, are you sure?
The mark of your ignorance shows you're immature.
Fear me or respect me, I do not care which,
Do not give me cause to leave you face-down in a ditch.
You cannot know what it is like, violence without limits,
I must tell you one thing - do not make me show you this.
There is an army of people, who would kill for this Reaper,
Know that of your lives; I am the Keeper.
Do not disrespect me, or you will die.
And remember - it is disrespect to ask why.
I would've been.I would've been a masterpiece if it wasn't for the tear,I would've been. in Free Verse More Like This
I don't know why I tell you this, it's not like you care.
I would've been a legend if it wasn't for the time,
Age of heroes has come and gone, all I can do now is rhyme.
I would've made something of myself, if I'd had the motivation,
But now, I just lie in wait, awaiting even more degradation.
I could've been someone, or something, I know I could,
But right now, it's all talk, all "Could, should, would."
Then there's that "if" or that "but" getting in the way,
I could've been a masterpiece, but here I am, rotting away.
No one even gives me a second glance,
I'm not a famous one like Rembrandt's.
I could've been a masterpiece if it wasn't for the tear,
If only the people looking after me had taken more care,
I could've been perfect, and remembered forever,
But now I am just a portrait, of the Forgotten Reaper.
I am me.I am a rock, I am a stone,I am me. in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I am all the things that you bemoan.
I will not cry, I shall not weep,
Even with this pain, even if I bleed.
You cannot make me die,
No matter how hard you try,
I will not weep, although I may bleed,
I will survive, for I am me.
And once I am gone,
And have finished what I begun.
I will still be,
For I am me.
Think again.If you think death can't be beaten, you're not trying hard enough,Think again. in Free Verse More Like This
If you think nothing is eternal, then you've never felt true love.
If you want me to help you, and I tell you to help yourself,
You would think me rude, but some things I just can't tell you myself.
You live and you learn, and you have to live these things,
Empiricism is the only way to know how a nightingale sings.
You must know it for yourself, some things cannot be taught,
When you learn, you must adapt and change what you once thought.
My friend, it is not that I want to keep the knowledge to myself,
It is that I cannot tell you, for some things you must learn yourself.
I cannot tell you what beauty is, for it is everchanging for all of us,
I cannot tell you what is bad or good, for the knowledge is within us.
If I could tell you, I gladly would, if I could put these concepts into words,
But I cannot, so you must live and learn, no matter how much it hurts.
So now it is time,
The Night Of Silence.Loud music blaring, older children scaring.The Night Of Silence. in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
It is the night of all Hallow's eve, when we believe the lies we weave.
Parties continue well into the night, but it is different tonight.
At midnight, there's a sudden hush, and shadow snuffs out the light.
The dark is rising, just another lost warning.
Demons blend in, walking side by side with masked human.
All Hallow's has come, but no one knows to run.
The dark is rising, just a forgotten warning.
The dark snuffs out the light, and shall wreak havoc tonight.
All Hallow's has come, and no one remembers to run.
The dark is rising, and the precious light is falling.
All Hallow's has come, and the massacre, has begun.
I want the world to stop spinning.If the world could stop spinning, that'd be great,I want the world to stop spinning. in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I don't want time to stop, that'd be worse, the wait.
I just want it all to stop, for existence to not exist,
I would want to die if it weren't that my problems would persist.
I want the world to stop spinning,
My problems can't be solved by simply not living.
I don't want to live anymore,
I don't want to exist anymore.
I want the world to stop spinning, I want to get off,
I want it all to stop, both hard times and soft.
I just want it all to stop, I want existence to cease,
I want the world to stop spinning... Please?
Regaining.I'm regaining my positive outlook, I really am,Regaining. in Free Verse More Like This
It might seem strange at first, but it is who I am.
"Everything will get better if you smile", I believe this now,
I used to scoff at this, but I can smile now, I think they can.
You know what came with this? Bravery.
Bravery to not be shackled by my own rules,
Bravery to speak to her, to break a promise I made,
Bravery to see that sometimes, rules are wrong.
I made some long ago, and stood by them,
My values, my bible, my everything, I kept them intact.
But that was wrong, because it was the start of my pessimism,
Maybe what I did sometimes was wrong, but I had my optimism.
And now, things will get better if you smile, if you take a step,
I believe this, I cast my promises away, that's my first large step.
I was brave enough to talk to her, and I am hopeful of the outcome,
It's only optimism, but I ask you, when has smiling ever hurt anyone?
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,
Watching from afar.I walk the line between good and bad,Watching from afar. in Free Verse More Like This
See both sides for what they are,
I see how the absolutes drove society mad,
And I keep my cool head, watching from afar.
Here I am, in my shades of grey,
Free from predator, where it is devoid of prey,
Here I am, in my solitary confinement,
Made up of my own enlightenment.
I watch society from afar,
I wonder just how evil you all are,
As I wonder who is good and who is bad,
I realise, that absolutes, are simply mad.
The Little French Rose.There was a woman you never knew,The Little French Rose. in Free Verse More Like This
She was so small she lived inside a shoe.
Although she was small she was as nice as they come,
She was small and beautiful, like a rosebud will become.
She was fragile for her size, or so they say,
But she got on with her life anyway.
She didn't have much, nor did she ask for it.
The Little French Rose had all she needed.
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.
The Desert RoseWith eyes the colour of the cloudless sky,The Desert Rose in Free Verse More Like This
And hair like mighty dunes of sand,
She moves elusively and yet with such grace;
It is a dangerous sort of beauty.
Her eyes snap sharply into mine,
Whenever my gaze lingers a second too long.
Her stare traps mine own in place and so
I stay there frozen with fear... or is it awe?
I would love to tell myself
That such a flower is not meant for me,
But I would only be lying to myself
Because I love the thrill of the game.
I truly do admire her spirit,
Like the Great Pyramids it stands tall,
Against all odds,
Never bending an inch...
A fascination overwhelms me even now.
Can I even hope to keep up,
Or has the game already been won
By the Desert Rose?
Victory of the Desert RoseOh how powerless I truly am,Victory of the Desert Rose in Free Verse More Like This
Here I sit with a pen in hand,
Unable to express my thoughts to her,
Other than with the written word.
What force, what power
Prevents me from approaching her,
Speaking my mind,
Sharing my feelings?
She sits in front of me right now.
Should I just talk,
Or perhaps show her these very words
And hope for the best?
I can honestly say,
That my thoughts have been conquered
By the Desert Rose.
In the EndIn the end we are all sacks of meat.In the End in Free Verse More Like This
The holier-than-thou saints and the scum of the earth,
The pioneers of industry and the useless dregs of humanity,
We all share the same fate in death.
For all the good we do, for all our hard work, what do we get?
We're dumped in a nice little cherrywood box,
Tossed in the ground and covered in dirt,
And that's if they don't decide to burn us and put our ashes in a jar.
And such is the fate we are all doomed to have,
Yes, this is what we have to look forward to.
Good, evil, rich, poor, famous, unknown,
None of that matters in the end.
Two-FaceIf eyes were made to see, then I am blind.Two-Face in Free Verse More Like This
If the mind was made to think, then mine lies dormant.
If the soul was meant to be intact, then mine is damaged beyond repair.
Who is this person I see in the mirror?
This hateful, spiteful creature that stares hungrily,
Feeding on fear and cynicism.
I try and try to ignore this part of me,
But that task gets harder with each passing second,
For it is impossible to run away from myself.
Who am I really?
The man I believe myself to be,
Or the beast that stands in the mirror?
Thank YouI never thought I could be brought to my knees,Thank You in Free Verse More Like This
Not by anger nor torture nor pain nor betrayal,
And yet you found a way to do it.
I thought I had hardened my heart against the world,
And all the people within it,
But you proved me wrong.
You found a way past my defenses, past my wall of cynicism,
Making a pathway straight to my heart,
Which if I might add, is yours for the keeping.
Despite all my efforts you still managed to
Bring a smile to a... depressed Realist's face...
And for that, I thank you.
At Any MomentAt any moment, we could get lucky;At Any Moment in Free Verse More Like This
Win the lotto, get a promotion, go on a date,
Go to a party, eat with our friends,
At any moment, misfortune could come;
It starts raining, train comes late, food is under-cooked,,
You are robbed, have a fight,
She leaves you...
At any moment, a loved one could die;
Heart attack, car accident, building collapse,
Lung cancer, murdered on the streets,
It leaves you empty...
At any moment, your life could be cut mercilessly short,
And yet, after everything else,
You don't care...
UntitledIt is in the blackest abyss,Untitled in Free Verse More Like This
Yes, and the darkest crevices of the earth,
Where the burning candle shines the brightest.
It is in the bleakest of moments,
When all hope seems to flee,
When you can find a friend by your side.
Wherever you are, whatever the time, however you feel,
Just know that I will always be here,
Always with you, always loyal.
For as long as the sun continues to rise,
And you possess the strength to get to your feet,
There is still hope.
QuestionsDo you ever wish that you can turn back the clock,Questions in Free Verse More Like This
And set right any wrongs that you have caused others?
Do you ever dream that you can change your fate,
For the better?
More than you can ever imagine.
Do you ever wonder what other people are thinking,
So that you can know your friends from your foes?
Do you ever think about who truly loves you,
And who wants to slip a knife into your back?
Every single day.
Do you ever root for the underdog,
Knowing that their struggle is doomed to fail?
Do you ever hope that the tyranny that surrounds you,
Will crumble into ruin?
I think that you know the answer.
Do you ever wish?
Even though it's all in vain?
ConfessionI sit here, four years later,Confession in Free Verse More Like This
Truly sorry for what I did.
It wasn't the worst thing in the world,
But it wasn't right.
In fact, it was malicious.
I understood that at the time,
And yet it didn't make a difference to me.
I took your notebook and tore it to shreds.
I didn't know you,
But I did it anyways.
I found it in my desk,
During Science Class,
And started ripping the pages.
No thought to how much work you put into it.
I lied when I was discovered,
And told them it was an accident,
That I was scared to get into trouble...
And I still am.
The Last DanceI have long since been told,The Last Dance in Free Verse More Like This
'There are bonds that sadness
Could never overcome';
And I desperately hope
That ours is one such bond,
For if you go, I fear
I shall be forced to waltz
Forever in shadows
Seeking to fill the hole in my heart.
But to do so is to
Blissfully try and fill
A bottomless jar with
Nothing more than water.
I beg you to ponder:
Can I find happiness
In a world without you?
By: Lilt the Bard
Dying From LoveDying From LoveDying From Love in Free Verse More Like This
His sweet words touched her heart
Now it is bleeding and torn apart
His gentle touch as he held her hand
Now it is empty as a barren land
His tender kiss across her lips
Ignited something deep within
Now they are parched and dry
Craving moisture that he would provide
He caressed her heart with his love
Now it is screaming from the pain
Dying slowly as she cries in the rain
Forever MoreForever MoreForever More in Free Verse More Like This
It's said true friendship is strong
A tree hundreds of years old
yet I saw a withered leaf falling
And the green begins to fade
Look beyond the withered leaf
See past the fading green
Look down into the soil
Where strong roots do grow.
I can hear dry branches cracking
And all the oncoming storms
Black clouds darkening the sky
Are we strong enough to prevail?
Though the branches may crack
As the winds bend them back
Look beyond the darkening clouds
The rays of the sun can be found.
I don't want to lose what we had.
I don't want to see it die.
But the wind takes the leaves away.
A barren skeleton is what is left.
You will not lose what is there
The beauty of nature will prevail
For beneath the soil the roots will grow
Blooming leaves that are forever more
When did we stop to care?
Hoping the tree's big enough
Our visits became rare
Love BlossomsLove BlossomsLove Blossoms in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My Sun shines brightly, I can see her smile
I told her it would happen, the right one would come.
Always doubtful, but never was I
I saw it happening right before her eyes,
Then with one blink, he became hers
A seed bloomed, that was planted long ago,
A flower of love, a beautiful rose…
Dance With MeDance With MeDance With Me in Free Verse More Like This
Can you teach me how to dance
Show me each step and stance,
I want to dance with you away
Into a brighter day,
Let us waltz across the room
Just like we're bride and groom,
Let us dance over the sea
Across the stars and moonbeams,
Let us sway into the night
Where we're painted in silver light,
Let us dance through the fire
As we make a path of desire,
Let us sway into the stars
A tango set us free from pain,
And samba brings us through the rain
Let us dance until the end
Forever I'll hold your hand,
The only rhythm that we need
Is your steady heart beat,
The songs of love only we hear
Tenderly in each others ear,
And we both know it is true
As we both whisper, "I love you."
Tears of an AngelTears of an AngelTears of an Angel in Free Verse More Like This
I don’t know how much longer that I can be strong,
This storm is so great, I feel like I am coming undone,
Winds wrapping around me, I can hardly breathe,
The rains breaking me down, tearing at the seams,
Burning eyes I have, that don’t shed a tear,
The weight upon my shoulders, I can no longer bear
What once was strong and impenetrable, these walls of mine,
Are slowly crumbling around me, dust into the ground
No longer able to shield myself, from all that’s going on,
A heart slowly dying inside, no longer filled with joy,
Sadness and sorrow have engulfed my very soul,
Sometimes I truly wish that I wasn’t here anymore.
Wings battered and bruised, fail me as I fall to my knees,
No longer able to glide and fly, enjoying the breeze,
Dreams that were once so real, burning to nothing but ash,
Are blown away with the wind, floating by so fast,
I watch them as they fade, all my hope is gone,
A sad melody fills my ears, as my tears finally fall…
Just A DreamJUST A DREAMJust A Dream in Free Verse More Like This
So fleeting is that moment of happiness,
Touching you in an instant,
Caressing you with its gentle touch,
Then it disappears, you open your eyes,
Finding yourself in the same darkness,
A heart lifting and soaring,
A smile full of happiness and joy,
Sounds of sweet laughter drifting in the air,
Then it disappears, you open your eyes,
Finding yourself in the same darkness,
Shining in the light for a moment,
The warmth filling you full of life,
Feeling carefree while riding a wave of bliss,
Then it disappears, you open your eyes,
Finding yourself in the same darkness,
No sound of laughter is heard,
Eyes looking around a barren room,
Wondering if it was real,
Or was it just a teasing vision,
Feeling a deep emptiness,
You're in the same darkness,
A single tear leaves your eye
It was all just a dream
I am afraid of myselfthe loneliness is a bleeding woundI am afraid of myself in Free Verse More Like This
mutilated my body
tortured my mind
with dark ideas has become a habit
I am afraid of myself
I do not like reality
I hide in my nightmares
order to escape from life
The tears of witchmy body is crushedThe tears of witch in Free Verse More Like This
this power exhausts me
It gnaws my entrails
it corrupts my mind
remain a woman
not be a witch
not to feel the carnal desire
resist this force
this is a plunged in darkness
a magical world
but extremely hard
every time I use my power
I feel pain in my heart
I am tired, my wrists bleed
my hair will turn red
I need help
this magic is going to kill me
I want to control this power
but I do not know
The hallway of darknessthe hallway of darknessThe hallway of darkness in Free Verse More Like This
looks like the life
it is long and hard
he exhausts your energy
you lose the hope
and you fall into the nothingness
One last kiss before the Apocalypsethe day of the apocalypseOne last kiss before the Apocalypse in Free Verse More Like This
I will be near to thee
nestled in thy arms
the day of the apocalypse
my memories will parade in my head
my fear will disappear
the day of the apocalypse
I will put my ear onto thine heart in order to hear our love one last time
the day of the apocalypse
my lips are going to arise onto thine lips for one last kiss
I love you, I will love you, here or in another world
The 7 gates of helleach gate hides a secretThe 7 gates of hell in Free Verse More Like This
each gate is a descent into the bowels of evil
choose his torture
choose his burden
prisoner of this inferno
I pray for my redemption
I pray an second chance
the hourglass elapses
the miracle does not occur
I'll have to choose a gate
After Christmas, he falls into oblivionalone, by the firesideAfter Christmas, he falls into oblivion in Free Verse More Like This
I watch the log burn slowly
its heat burns my face
Outside, the snow falls
winter is tough
I hear the wolves
the presents are distributed
I am alone
the decorations are removed from houses
Christmas is finished
The Father Christmas is celebrated one month
after Christmas night
his name is forgotten
Who am IWho am IWho am I in Free Verse More Like This
But a pile of thoughts and
Feelings served on golden plates
Who am I
But the darkness that surrounds me
And the light that penetrates it
Who am I
But a figure ducked in corner
Enveloped by melting fingers
I cry and shout
But nobody can hear me
I try to move
But space curls around me
Who am I
Deep inside underneath the clothes
Underneath the skin and flesh
Who am I
The being that exists
For itself and by itself
I cry and shout
And smile upon the sounds
I try to move
And split myself to pieces
And there is no one
To stop my rapid fallout
As the drops of me
Soak into dried earth
ShatteredThe desire to destroyShattered in Free Verse More Like This
Spreads like black flood in my veins
It squeezes and chokes
And there is no air left
Only dull remains
Few shattered pieces of my brain
Empty eye sockets
And screaming neural waves
All my strength
Dissolves into nothingness
Into the darkness unseen
Into the place unknown
Quietly dance on my grave
I dug it myself
By my own I sink in
As only when I'm dead
I can be complete
Place of Not-MeClosed behind my sightPlace of Not-Me in Free Verse More Like This
Wrapped inside my very thoughts
I become all I can sense
And I sense all that is
I am the acrylic rain
That restlessly stands still
That shatters me to pieces
Into dust and stars far gone
All's realised through me
Existence cheated by impossibility
Its plastic darkness spreads
And fills my conscious awareness
And veins so cold and slow
Bleed in this place of not-me
I stay but cannot remain
My comprehension overloaded
My mind stretched to infinity
I can be no more
No EscapeThere is no escape from yourselfNo Escape in Free Verse More Like This
Crossing a river you return the same
There is no alternative reality
Where you could exist
There is only now and here
And all else is a neural construct
There is no running away
Lost you could not loose yourself
And there is no mindlessness
As no mind could comprehend it
There is only natural movement
In a mind that is untouched
In a body that is liquid
Undefined by its shape
Unconstrained and wide open
UntamedLost in the realityUntamed in Free Verse More Like This
In between molecules of dust
I grasp and search for solid ground
But I'm transparent
All the complexity
All possibilities of existence
Pour into me in one moment
And mindlessly fill my mind
I dissolve instantly
The corporeal shell crumbles
Until the last drop
Of my sanity flows away
Lost in the world
I see all but myself
I am everything plugged in
I am space-time untamed
To: MadnessTake meTo: Madness in Free Verse More Like This
Burrow your darkness
Deep inside my soul
My false acceptability
Bleed my flesh
Until my truth is known
The way I hate my
Mould me into existence
I stand fearlessly
Before your door
Cogs of RealityUnderstandCogs of Reality in Philosophical More Like This
What the nature gives you
Breathe in all its shards
Beneath the events
Letting you exist
On all around you
Your greatest illusion
Boundaries of this system
The cogs of reality
Ticking of the unknown
What’s beyond consciousness
The world as it is
Running its own course
Mass RealityPlastic societyMass Reality in Free Verse More Like This
Isolated streams of consciousness
Creations that do not matter
With no root and no solution
A collective interface
To what was once real
Your place in the world
The fakeness of your existence
And informational storms
Cheap and disposable
Pieces of benevolent beings
Electric temples of the blind
Burn out eyes
Of exposed conformist souls
Your place in the world
The fakeness of your existence
Assimilated self destruction
Buried by acquired wishes
Its mindless billions of brains
A crafted mass reality
ConnectionsConnectionsConnections in Free Verse More Like This
The consciousness defragmented
Webs of feelings
Reality mixed with dreams
The primal behaviours obtained
Sink into brain matter
Growing, rotting deep inside
I let them come
To wash my trembling body
The silent cries
The glimpses of stupidity
Get lost and change their shapes
Deprived neurons fire madly
Out of control
Out of this plane of existence
That link the good and bad
I let them come
To wash away my body
I stand a pylon
Made of metal and of glass
The pieces of me consumed
Digested and reinvented
By links without a reason
I let them come
And stop trying to make sense
Their origins forever lost
ImmediateImmediateImmediate in Free Verse More Like This
Collections of neural signals
Of undisclosed reality
Fragmented instances of time
Absorbed and propagated
Events drip like blood
Carriers of life and death
So pointless in their beauty
Their frequency numbs
State of unbounded awareness
Fade into raw existence
CorvusCorvus:Corvus in Free Verse More Like This
Black feathers falling through the empty sky
A whisper upon the winds, better left unspoken
As a glimmer of sunlight catches my eye
I am drawn to the worms that writhe below
Each one pulses with the desire to live
endlessly tunneling through the sands of the earth
With nothing more for them to give
I'm afraid they are quickly eaten...
One, two, three and four
Each one swallowed by an open door
Five, six, seven, eight
They know not love nor petty hate
It makes me wonder if they feel this pain
of being consumed by the one they fear
They sprout and dance in the lovely rain
Not knowing of that which lurks so near
-Chen Yuan Wen, Experimental Release
FEARFEAR:FEAR in Free Verse More Like This
Frantically he scrambles away from the dark
Eager to be free of his waking nightmare
Acting only upon the instinct within him;
Reminded constantly that he is prey
For some time he hides in the pervasive shadows
Earnestly praying that he will not be discovered
A single sound is all it takes to jar him;
Running from a creature that he can barely see
From head to toe it is certainly monstrous
Enshrouded in an aura of absolute repugnance
As the acid drips from its cruel jaws,
Rapidly dissolving the ground below
Fearful, he cowers, beneath boxes and cardboard,
Escaping away into a tiny corner of his mind
Alone with only his anxiety for company
Resting for what might be his very last
From birth, Ever-present, Always Remembered
such is the nature of FEAR
Writing poetry again Doctor Cecil? That's good!
You'll need a hobby to be working in an environment like this
-Chen Yuan Wen, 9th October 2012
Breaking FreeBreaking Free:Breaking Free in Free Verse More Like This
I sit here waiting, in the coldest of cells
Outside I hear them screaming for blood
I know that they mean to kill me soon
Yet somehow my spirit remains resolved and calm
As they march me to the gallows, wrapped in chains
I grin knowingly as they force me to kneel
Each and every man in the audience, waits for this moment
They know that something is about to change!
An eldritch wind ripples through the air
And I can feel it wrapping around my beating heart
It makes me feel like breaking the conventions:
The ones that I've torn apart...
And as they make me bow before the guillotine
I can feel a sense of unrivaled excitement
This is the moment where things will change!
I can sense it in the way that the air is moving
As one I see the masses rise, they become tall-
Like giants made of flesh and anger!
They break like the tide upon the guards holding me
Setting me free once more...
And as I redeem my hat from the clutches of the self-righteous
UndyingUndying:Undying in Free Verse More Like This
How many days do you spend now, putting me down?
The coffin call for a dead man waiting around
"He's just an underground laughing stock, never to rise"
But on the seventh day I'm coming back; these are my ties!
The kind of promise that you made with the devil inside
You try to take away my soul, but I take it in stride
I ain't a doll that is crushed by the weight of his pride
I am the real and the raw of the things you denied!
You're playing snake games, selling oil, pass it off strong
You're just a pot head, weed dead, smoking your bong.
You try to look away, play and hide; apathy's best
But I'm the kind of bad boy you don't put to the test!
-Chen Yuan Wen, 7th February 2013
The Little SeedThe Little Seed:The Little Seed in Free Verse More Like This
Little seed floating
Dreaming that he may blossom
Drowned by the currents
-Chen Yuan Wen, Unofficial Release
Letting Go of YouLetting Go of You:Letting Go of You in Free Verse More Like This
You abandoned me in the past
without so much as a proper goodbye
One day you simply chose to walk out the door
and you never did come back...
I was angry then, hurting badly
I wondered if I was in some way inadequate
I wondered if you left because I am so easy to despise
and eventually my sorrow turned to anger
I wanted to become great
to show you that you made the wrong choice
to take my strength and throw it in your face
just so you would regret it
But then I saw how happy you were...
In the time we've been apart
You've made a new life for yourself
You've found someone who loves and treasures you
and upon seeing that, my anger faded...
Your smile, that which I fell in love with
is more radiant now than the morning sun
a gentle blush upon your fair cheeks
takes my breath away, just as it did so long ago
Of course, I don't hold any hope for us to be friends
I don't think that it would be appropriate for me to come back
but perhaps one day, if
The Never-ending MasqueThe Never-ending Masque:The Never-ending Masque in Free Verse More Like This
A troupe of dancers, with colourful costumes
Ascends the stage with jaunty smiles
Whilst the eldest member, in a Jester's mask
Narrates the tale in style:
As they begin their dance, these lovely dancers
The skies turn cold and grey...
Arms reach down from the rumbling heavens
And they take our stage away!
Yet the harlequins laugh
And simply dance on the grass
For the show must go on
Until time has passed
Harken brothers, a wicked wind blows!
It stirs from the belly of the unkind beast
It rips our props away from us;
And hopes the dance will cease...
But the Harlequins laugh and continue the show
They mime to mimic their props and tools
Using naught but the love that they have in their hearts
They create a fable of ghosts and ghouls
My brothers, no, it cannot be!
The narrator grasps at his throat in anguish
For the Jester's voice has been taken away
And now the show can finally be vanquished...
But the Harlequins laugh and put on a sm
Behind the EyepatchBehind the Eyepatch:Behind the Eyepatch in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
A simple eyepatch
Worn to hide deformity
Becomes its symbol
-Chen Yuan Wen, 30th May 2012
Captain's HaikuCaptain's Haiku:Captain's Haiku in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Studied hard the night before
Fails the first question
Damn it, depression, die...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 27th August 2012, 12:11am (Still staring at question one)
Dependent on the White PillDependent on a White Pill:Dependent on the White Pill in Free Verse More Like This
Here I lie again tonight staring at the cracks in the ceiling
I'm afraid that I must bring to light these emotions that I am feeling...
Have you ever met a man like me: calm, composed and elegant?
Or are you one of the many dummies, living in a world that is decadent?
Oh I know how this society works, believe me I have suffered since birth!
I have always been treated as a worthless pariah, starting on June the first...
My fated birthday, a joyless occassion, the date of my inception into a world of naught
With a family that treated me, as a personal clone, I was no different from our dog named 'Spot'
For the first young years of my life however, I knew I was truly happy...
I learned because I wanted to and it seemed to please my Pappy
But as I grew, I learned of truth; a dark and dirty little secret
That I was merely an average student, 'NO!' my mother bleated.
Like a sheep that could not bear the thought she forced me into books and pape
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
Oh you singing chimesOh, you sad sad chimes stop singingOh you singing chimes in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
This awful tune of grief
For him the bell tolled and now's ringing
You mourn for my fiancé's thief
He paid for his crime with his life
My gun took his away
The woman I love will be my wife
So sad chimes, sing joyfully today
Oh you mourning chimes do sing on
And I will sing along
For him to grim death's sad melody
The victim of jelousy
My love for him became his doom
By the gun of my groom
Like the smoke his life faded away
Oh, you sad sad chimes sing on today
Oh you sad sad chimes will you fade
Today's a day of joy
Since at dawn two men met at the glade
And dead is who me does cloy
Roots entwine his corpse from now on
And women's arms no more
It's the righteous fate for this Don Juan
Whom I did so very much abhore
Oh you happy chimes stop your song
Joy is so very wrong
I can't forgive, can't forget the crimes
My groom committed, oh happy chimes
Hear my pleas, my cries, take my oath
My husband will lose both
His enemy as well as his wife
Death is knockingDeath knocks at my door.Death is knocking in Free Verse More Like This
I pretend I'm not around,
Hoping he would leave.
But he's just the messenger
For the mourning yet to come
Death keeps on knocking.
There is no way to fool him.
He knows my place well.
No matter where I move to,
He never fails finding me
Death is still knocking.
I give in, open the door.
"It's been quite a while."
He's acting like an old friend
While he tells who died this time.
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
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
To my sisterLike a sister I do love youTo my sister in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The sister who never was mine
Older sister I look up to
My younger sister fair and fine
And you're more than a friend to me
My twin sister with diff'rent blood
We're seperated by the sea
But to you my heart does still spud
Sometimes I curse all of the miles
You and me thousands do divide
I want to witness all your smiles
Those which are born from deep inside
I cannot hold you when you cry
And I really wish that I could
Still a dreamer's mind does fly
And it'll be with you for good
And it brought this few lines to you
Written from deep within the heart
And each single word here is true
A wish from somewhere far apart
To my sister so far away:
I wish you a happy birthday
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
Too IndifferentHate me, I don't careToo Indifferent in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Hate me, if you dare
I am who I am and I won't change
I won't take back a word I meant
Despise me, say I am deranged
Since to your world order I never bent
Mock me, I don't care
Mock me, if you dare
Your words mean nothing to me at all
Soon your wrath will fall back on you
Insult me and yell at me and squall
Smoke and mirrors, in the end, off they blew
Charge me, I don't care
Charge me, if you dare
Blame me for all things I committed
And for all I have not done
Are you better if I admitted
Them? Too bad, but you still have not won
Bark, little dog, bark
Bite, little dog, bite
Try, little dog. I won't fight with you
You're too indifferent to me
You're not the first, not the last one, too
Who can't (under)stand the way I chose to be
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
Words and PoemsWords and poems arise in my mindWords and Poems in Free Verse More Like This
Raw, unbound, unshaped and wild
A garden without a gardener
I cannot take care of what I find
There, there, inner dreamy child
The ticking clock screams work, work, work
Words and poems, they die in my mind
Left alone the woken child
I am sorry I follow the clock
Crimson MaroonMy blood shall soak this unholy groundCrimson Maroon in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Ah, can you hear, that oh glorious sound?
All you need to do is simply give it a try
As I laugh with a little bit of a cry
Yet I sit here; and my screams call to none
I see nothing at all; not even the sun
All around; stains this crimson maroon
Is this the future, yet? Please not yet so soon
The Holy SoulI stareThe Holy Soul in Free Verse More Like This
What a holy day.
RomanceThe day; it seemed typicalRomance in Free Verse More Like This
Another stroll down the sidewalk
Yet, what is this allure?
My eyes; what have I seen?
Is it Botticelli's great Venus?
No, even she makes Venus envious.
Her hair; orange rays of gorgeous sunlight
Her eyes; they rival the great blue above
And her smile; I could not help but return
This feeling; I hope it is love
Not the attraction to this allurement
Our eyes did just meet; Could this be it?
"Hello." was all I could say
"Hi." She flustered back.
Love was not just in the air; it was everywhere
DreamsI still dream of that snowy mountain,Dreams in Free Verse More Like This
The howls of frigid wind call my name.
Still I wonder; who is it that I see?
Those two, they sit under that tree.
I can still see her ice-covered eyes,
Staring into the depths of my soul.
These howls of brutal cold gusts
They blow her silvery snowy hair.
Those malevolent golden slits; they stare
The beast it has awoken; oh so musky air.
Do you hear that ferocious growl tonight?
I can smell your fear; that is quite right.
My eyes, do they see those white wings?
But yet you are simply dark as the night.
You sit near the top of a mountain,
Is it you who seeks to call my name?
Ancient WindsI am daring myself to ride the ancient winds of destiny to new horizons. Places where the sun never sets and the sun is always set. That isn't a paradox, despite what you might think. You just have to understand it as it is.Ancient Winds in Emotional More Like This
I cannot control where the winds will take me. It is my hope that they thrust me into new difficulties, unexplored in my own personal experience. Then, growth may occur.
Even if the ancient winds cannot take to my destiny, I will act to create the destiny from which I was born to forge. I am the blacksmith who is at the helm of his own forge. He is free to forge whatever he likes outside of his own vassalage.
I don't care if the world smiles at me or winks at me. It can crap in my face, strike me down with lightening and freeze my legs at the bottom of a mountain. I will never stop trying, not until I meet old Hel, when I will finally know true peace.
Open SkyI see a cloudy mist before meOpen Sky in Free Verse More Like This
Unraveled in its traveling fog
The road ahead is nothing but a haze.
In this obscurity, I see all abhorrent horrors
Here, in the center of this murkiness, is a mirror
I see myself and nothing but a fuzzy gray.
Yet far above this humble murky haze
There is an open sky; untouched by fuzzy greys.
High above; I see a luminous light.
I must stretch my wings and learn to fly.
Here I will touch this oh so open sky.
I will fly above the clouds and high, high, high!
SerenitySit below, down upon the great green rockSerenity in Free Verse More Like This
And watch, as the water tumbles soars down
High from the mountains above
Gaze at how it disappears, in the starry sunset
And how the trees dance, with the golden wind
And I sit, there at the edge of the river
I wonder, what it would be like to exist
There, at the top, close to heaven
Would there ever be true peace, that high up there?
In the end, I prefer to sit here
Next to the river, because, here and now
It is just so much more peaceful.
Introductions V: Lasas"Ladies and gentleman, please find your seats! You are here to witness the telling of one tragic tale! I hope that you have brought something to wipe those tears away!"Introductions V: Lasas in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The sound of slicing flesh rang throughout the room, followed by the sound of a collapse. An outline of a black shadow stood upon the curtains of the stage. It appeared to be the shadow of a man. A moment later, it seemed to be smiling.
"Thank you, that's enough. Please, I said enough clapping!" he chuckled as the room stood silent.
"Allow me to introduce myself. I am called Lasas."
The man then stepped out from behind the curtains. Yellow eyes glimmered from his face and the spotlight glared off his shiny head. A crimson cloak hung off of his tall figure, his left arm curled around a wooden staff. He beamed at the sight of the audience.
"Did you come here and expect to see one of the greatest of the tragic performances?" the man yelled. "Well, fortunately, I am here to tell you that there has been a slight chang
Continuing StoriesA word is worth a thousand thoughtsContinuing Stories in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Once bound together to be caught
Inspiring minds forever now
With revolutions begin how
Because of books and pretty tales
Still to be reality's bail
The human mind cannot be stilled
Unless the thought for now be chilled
And yet we must owe all our thanks
To words that make our figure's rank
For literature keeps no theme
As it forever holds our dreams
So be for now our thrilling words
But stay free as those mocking birds
And as those stories do go on
It always beings thereupon...
Of YesterdaySnow falls on the battlefieldOf Yesterday in Free Verse More Like This
Washing over the blood
And the old tools
As mothers come
To find their children
Laying under its cold embrace
And a little girl
Mourns for her brother
A handsome young man
Killed in the raids
But he would not let her
Pick up a weapon
Because she was weak
Because she was tired
But he can speak no more
And of the war plaguing her
As he drove his knife
At the attackers
But the knife slipped away
And struck his own heart
In the forgotten times
HolesEach little lie, or hidden ambitionHoles in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Hides in a hole, as is tradition
Riddled with dreams, and fearful obsessions
That once were loved, in someone's possession
All the broad smiles, each a facade
With monstrous trinkets: knit, torn, and odd
Still broken treasures can easily lie
To thoughts so forced they can't seem to cry
Though cloudy with tears, and false memories
Keeping a hope that fades to the breeze
As such locks can try, but still cannot
Forget what was already hastily forgot
By those that are troubled by labourous pasts
As thinkers attempt to help them at last
Claiming their tales and lies to be so
But what do imaginary people know?
Writing a PoemIf only it was simple to write poetry...Writing a Poem in Free Verse More Like This
To have the ability to write what you wanted
And to find inspiration anywhere,
May it be from nature, war, friends, anything.
I wish I could take up my pen
And write beautiful words
All intertwining and maybe even rhyming.
Or maybe I could put my hands
To my keyboard with meaning
And just, well, type.
But it's really not that simple
To write a decent, or beautiful poem.
It takes time, and practice.
And guess what?
You're right, practice.
But once you finally have that poem,
Completed and strong,
You know it's worth the effort.
Well, most of the time.
Unless your poem was really bad.
RapunzelRapunzel, RapunzelRapunzel in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Your golden braid
So I may have
A fortune made
And very clear
Just may hear
In the light
It'll be tonight
Be too afraid
So I may have
A fortune made
Mine to Steal: Brunhilde's SongCoiling serpents with ruby eyesMine to Steal: Brunhilde's Song in Free Verse More Like This
Seek not for what is mine to steal
For in the night I'll surely give
A silver band and golden sword
Beyond a cage of flames and frogs
To frozen walls of ice and snow
Flows through a solemn lullaby
Humming stories to be told
Sing not to me a coward's tale
With sparkling eyes and living breath
Leave a heart like mine to steal
And let a silent message hold
Shield those eyes with ruby gems
Seek not for what is mine to steal
For in the night I'll surely give
A golden helm and silver spear
The Girl That Painted the EarthThere was a girlThe Girl That Painted the Earth in Free Verse More Like This
That painted the earth.
She tried to capture
Its vast beauty
With a mere thought
The girl drew rolling hills
To be colored with
Her brilliant paints.
A stroke could call
Forests to her canvas
With leaves and footprints
Filled with life
Waiting to be created.
She would paint the greens
Of a forgotten meadow.
She thought of blossoms
Brought back with
And royal purples.
She painted snowy mountains
And deep plateaus.
Her sketches showed
And closed caverns.
But sitting back to watch
Her paintings come to life
She realized something
Now obviously clear.
The girl was lonely.
So she began to draw beings
Living and breathing things
To fill the empty gaps
Of her paintings.
Sky to FreedomIs it possible to keep to the sky?Sky to Freedom in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You know, there is little to gain
In those dreams that make you fly.
So what's the point in your refrain
From simply watching the ways
Of the emerald, swaying trees
Or the rivers that flow for days?
Ah, you want to be free
Even though it comes with a price.
You want to spread black feathers
Only to let the white ones entice
Your chained soul altogether.
You're sure this is your choice?
I mean, we've been forever
Controlled by that voice!
Though our only endeavor
Was to be out of that cave.
With a single wish for freedom,
And yet, we are no longer slaves
To the place we came from.
Even though you are no longer caged
The call of the growing sky
Keeps us forever engaged
Though we may try to rise and fly.
Call From a FriendH-Hello? Hey, it's me!Call From a Friend in Free Verse More Like This
Yeah, I know we haven't
Spoken in a while
But I miss you.
I've been okay.
I always do.
I really do miss you.
Well, I wanted to ask
If you were free
To meet me for tea?
Really? I'm so happy!
There's a story
I want to
How did you know?
Seem to read
My very mind!
I wish you were there.
Know just what
To tell me.
Oi! I'm not that
Oh, shut up!
I know you're
Shaking your head!
Maybe I am
You'll never know!
Don't be so mean!
I love you!
N-Not like that!
That makes me
Happy to hear!
Yeah? Right now?
Then I'll see you!
I can't wait!
Until we meet
AdrianHe holds his treasure in a damask caveAdrian in Free Verse More Like This
Behind a silver and hardened lock
That has troubled the minds of many thieves
As they cannot help but wonder
As to what lies beyond those black curtains
Shielding the treasure from the scalding sun
He has always preferred a deep violet to black
It reminds him of the haughty monarchs
That invade his everlasting peace
But what do they measure to him
The rich one
The dark one
The unfortunately immortal one
He always wonders who he is behind his darkened mask
He knows he is not death
As his treasure holds more than measly souls
But he is not life nor will he be
As it can be told by his realm
That lies under the depths of Earth
He sometimes visits the world
That excited his meager and forgotten past
With stories of heroes and creatures
And enlightening tales of adventures
That differed from the dull and stuffy spirits
Who still hide behind their feathered wings
He would trade his title and his power
To understand himself
And his bountiful t
TreasureI found a treasure on the street,Treasure in Free Verse More Like This
More precious than anything I ever saw.
He was hiding in the shadows,
Unnoticed by those who never look.
But I saw him, filled with light,
With a heart of gold and calming warmth.
I saw him, hiding in the darkness,
Hoping for some light to reach his eyes.
I knew what he was waiting for,
I knew how he felt, day for day,
Where hope seemed unreachable,
That boy whose life seemed worthless and dark.
I saw the surprise he felt,
When I stopped and reached towards him,
"What are you doing in that corner?
Look around, it's a bright and sunny day!"
Slowly he nodded and stood,
his large eyes finally turned towards the light,
his children's face almost too thin
to hold that rare smile, more precious than a diamond.
But as he stepped towards me
His smile wavered and died,
As doubt invaded his mind,
And happiness seemed just a dream.
"Why would you help me?
I have nothing to give."
I smiled and took his little hand,
Leaving behind the darkness he knew.
"Will you sm
InvincibleThey say that I can't last much longer,Invincible in Free Verse More Like This
Grinning as I scream in pain
And laughing as I gasp for air.
But they won't reach their goal.
"Daddy, you'll be back, won't you?"
Her words still echo in my head,
A piece of happiness I keep within.
"Of course, my angel. Sooner than you'd think."
Darkness embraces my consciousness,
And every breath becomes a struggle,
But still I hear her worried voice.
"Promise?" she asks. "Promise." I answer.
And as I lie here on the floor,
Beaten, bloody, and alone,
I feel my heart beating in my chest,
Fighting to fulfill my promise.
"But how can you know?" she calls
As I'm halfway out the door.
I smile as I bend down to hug her.
"for you I'll be invincible."
And though my world is made of pain,
And my blood seems caught on fire,
I draw one breath after another,
And know that I'll return alive.
AddictionA smile spreads across my face,Addiction in Free Verse More Like This
As the sounds vibrate in my head
Dance in my thoughts,
Flow through my mind.
A whole world is painted in my mind
As the words combine with their notes,
Colours racing behind my eyes,
Spinning, jumping, whirling…
How can I end this world inside me,
How can I stop before the final crescendo,
A wave of bliss racing, growing
Before it fades into the distance.
More, more, again, again!
I cannot stop, not now, not ever!
Don't speak to me now,
Leave me alone!
When I feel depressed,
It lightens my day,
And when it stops
I can't help but yearn for more.
What else is an addiction,
But that inextinguishable hunger,
That fixation on this feeling,
That never-fading desire for more?
My object of addiction may not be
Some strange grass I burn in my hands.
But, to me, it does just fine:
This is my obsession.
My music is my drug