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,
This one is Mine.I see the look in your eye as you follow her around the room,This one is Mine. in Free Verse More Like This
I saw the poem you wrote, and told her she'd know whom.
Who it was for is what she asked, and walked off without a clue,
And you stared at her back whispering "I love you.".
Well, I'm going to be nice and give you a warning here,
This one is mine, and only mine, do I make myself clear?
I know she loves me more than words can express,
And I tell you, she is mine, that girl in that dress.
I read that poem, and I must tell you something,
I love her, and she loves me, for me she would do anything.
So, whatever you're waiting for, the right place, the right time?
Stop waiting, because I'm not letting go, I'm telling you. She's mine.
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?
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.
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,
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.
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.
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?
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?
Hanging by a MomentI will always wonder what she was thinking that day.Hanging by a Moment in Free Verse More Like This
Though I wasn't the kindest or bravest,
Nor was I the smartest or most charming,
For some reason, on that day, she chose me.
I was plenty surprised to say the least;
Certainly with her charm, beauty and wits,
She could have had anyone in the world,
And yet she choose me, a spoony poet.
It was as if an occult hand swooped from
The heavens and turned her gaze towards me,
For it could have only been divine work,
To make me worth an angel's attention.
Here I am, clutching to that memory,
Hanging by a moment.
Perchance to ForgetA single rose stands in the midst of a dreary grey,Perchance to Forget in Free Verse More Like This
The only remnant of a time long ago,
A reminder of a brighter past.
I sit here day after day,
Doing my very best to keep this rose,
To keep my dream alive.
And thus far I have been successful,
But I know I can’t keep this up,
For time will eventually run out.
And so I take this rose,
And gently dig her out from the dirt,
Leaving the field barren.
I take this chance to start anew;
I till the soil and plant new seeds,
And water the foundation.
Perchance, I can take this opportunity to forget the past,
And place my focus and energy in the present,
So that I might make a better future.
First TimeIt's as if my whole life had been lived in the shadows,First Time in Free Verse More Like This
And yet I was blissfully unaware of the light.
Before her, I swore I knew what it was like to see,
But now I can look back at how blind I truly was.
It was her smile that illuminated my life,
And her brilliance that finally opened my eyes.
It was her fire that melted away my defenses,
And it was her heart that was key to unlocking mine.
She taught me that there was a world beyond the darkness;
Another place where pain and anguish could disappear.
For the first time in my life I'm right where I belong,
And though I'm scared, I know it's all going to be all right.
Praise be to Cupid, whose arrows surely pierced my heart.
And to Venus for allowing such beauty on earth.
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.
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?
Paradise LostMan cannot understand how much he truly has,Paradise Lost in Free Verse More Like This
Until that which he holds most dear to his heart,
Is stolen from him, never to be seen again.
Man will never realize the consequences of his actions,
Until he makes a single mistake that ruins his life,
And the guilt eats away at his soul.
Man is incapable of knowing love,
Until his heart has been broken,
Therefore allowing him to understand loss.
Man will take everything for granted,
Until the occult hand of fate swoops from the heavens,
And snatches away all that he owns.
Man can never appreciate happiness,
Until he is overwhelmed with grief.
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.
A Letter to the Fair OneShall I compare thee to a summer's day?A Letter to the Fair One in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
My heart, and my soul have been stolen away,
And I know you to be the culprit.
Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all;
What hast thou then more than thou hadst before?
I am yours: your slave, your servant, your thrall;
Oh there is none whom I could treasure more.
O, never say that I was false of heart,
Though absence seemed my flame to qualify.
My soul ached on those days we were apart,
And those are words that no one could deny.
And now, though not without risk,
I shall end this letter with but a kiss.
Heart AttackWhat have I done,Heart Attack in Free Verse More Like This
To alienate myself from her?
What do I do,
Now that I am... invisible?
It's like I can't breathe,
The world's closing in on me,
And I'm trapped
With nowhere to go.
I haven't seen her smile
For several days now,
Nor have I heard
Her angelic voice.
I'm breaking inside,
Clinging to the walls of the past,
Trying to grasp onto something,
Before I die...
Is this what it feels like,
To lose my mind,
Or is this what they call,
A heart attack?
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
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…
OvercomeOvercomeOvercome in Free Verse More Like This
I do this...well...when it is needed.
I haven't written in so long
Yet tonight it is needed
For my emotions have been drawn
Like a fountain they pour
All that is inside of me
Silent words never spoken
The tears that are never seen
I am not sure if it will help
I am not sure of much at all
To many emotions
I wish it would stop
I want it all to go away
I wish I truly had wings
Maybe then I would be free
Maybe finding peace and serenity
Yet that is a childish thought
For the world we live in
It will always be a dream...
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
Whispered PromiseWhispered PromiseWhispered Promise in Free Verse More Like This
Looking in the mirror what do I see
A cracked reflection staring back at me
Once alive and vibrant, full of life and hope
Empty eyes reflect with no joy at all
Wondering if it would matter if I were here
Would anyone notice if I just up and disappeared
Fading away silently into the shadows grey mist
Never to be seen or heard from again
The sad song of death does call to me
A somber melody that won't let me be
Beckoning me with its sweet serene sound
Its musical notes holding me spell bound
Closing my eyes, releasing all tears~
A chilling touch pulls me near
Wrapping me in a lover's embrace
"Sleep forever, I'll keep you safe"
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
Lie to MeThere are those who stare into the water's edge.Lie to Me in Free Verse More Like This
Gleaming eyes fixed upon their reflections.
I am beautiful! they say to themselves,
And all of you must accept that as true!
To say otherwise would be a social suicide.
Their friends will defend them to the bitterest end.
In a circle of illusions cast by the group,
You are forced to accept this person as 'pretty'.
To me you are not beautiful, you are simply lazy.
You have done nothing for yourself,
And now you wish me to accept you?
But I must tell you the truth.
And though that truth may wound you,
I believe it is for the best:
Because girl, dayum! You just look so bad that my eyes are cryin' YOU a river.
- Chen Yuan Wen, 11th August 2013
Arguing With A MirrorArguing With A Mirror:Arguing With A Mirror in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Ah greetings mister Chen, to what do I owe this dubious pleasure?
Don't play around with me man, you know I'm outta material...
Oh? So it would seem that our mighty street thug has finally come crashing down
Have you come to apologise for putting me aside?
Perhaps you finally realised how important I am for creativity
Say whatever you want pal, but I need some juice and I need it now!
And what makes you think I'll help you this time?
If you recall correctly Chen, was it not you who pushed me out?
As far as I remember, you said you wanted to be "real"
You said that my "expertise" was not currently needed
What can I say, I'm an inconsistent freak, ain't that why we're talkin'?
Clearly your manners could use some work, you ought to be begging me!
Well sorry Johnny English, beggin' just ain't what I do y'know
Sides, let's get down to brass tacks here, you're me! If I book it, you book it
Do you believe you have some sort of h
Cold RazorsCold Razors:Cold Razors in Free Verse More Like This
Let it pierce into my flesh
The cold metal of razors
and let me carve into my skin
a wonderous design of love
Love for the pain which I inflict upon myself
Love for the disgusting toxin which I bleed from deep within me
Love for all the people that remind me everyday of how pointless my existence is
Oh, I'm sorry, did you want to say something too?
Did you want to enjoy of this toxic waste?
This nauseating poisonous sulphurous odious mixture of noxious FUMES!
Ah, but you're one of the normal people aren't you
You can comb your hair without pain
You can dye it any colour you want
You can style it in any manner you please...
and yet you choose to complain?
Oh that's right, you can run too
You can run and jump and vault and swim and whatever else you feel like doing
You can enjoying the feeling of wind in your face without the need of
Ah, but that's alright, here let me sit and congratulate you
Let me pat you on the back for bringing glory to us al
Shot to HellShot to Hell:Shot to Hell in Free Verse More Like This
You know, I should probably be angry about all this
I mean, I am dead after all...
Still, I suppose there could be worse things in life
Of course, it did hurt you know; when you shot me
Oh my god! I thought I've just been shot!
The bleeding wasn't the worst part of the ordeal though
Instead, the worst part of entire situation was the feeling of slowly dying
the feeling of losing the life inside your body...
Some might say that it feels like being buried in a blizzard
but for me, it was more like jumping head first into an icy sea
I couldn't move and I couldn't speak...
all I could do was to simply hang there limp and wait for the water to fill my lungs
All of a sudden, quick as a flash, I ended up here
here in this realm of flames and smoke, dust and death, desolation and sorrow...
As the pillars of fire reached for the sky, I found myself drifing down
deep into the depths of this realm, like a cartridge spent from a gun
At first, I was confuse
DeceptiveDeceptive in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Tempting with beautiful wings;
-Chen Yuan Wen, 4th January 2013
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
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
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
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
Battle ScarsBattle Scars:Battle Scars in Free Verse More Like This
Sharp claws rake into my skin
as my blood bursts forth to splatter against the ground
The uneven breathing of my foe
tells me that he too is wounded and close to death
I can see his teeth, flecked with frothing saliva
foaming and spitting as he bellows his name
He charges into me, his frame crashing with mine
the impact has me reeling and I fall back against the stone
The ground feels cold
the icy chill seeping into my bones
the warmth of my blood escapes me
and I can feel myself beginning to fade
Up toward the sky I glance
praying that I might receive assistance
I pray that he who commands me, he who stands above
Will pity his servant and relieve me of this pain...
Yet, my prayers go unheard
Here I lie, slowly fading
slowly drifting into the grey ocean
as the voice that commands me utters my fate:
"Pikachu, use Thunderbolt NOW!"
-Chen Yuan Wen, Experimental Release
What if?If life as we know it ended today, would you fall to your knees and begin to pray?What if? in Free Verse More Like This
Or try and make amends for sins of before, and hope it will lead you to heavens door.
Or would you act like you don't want to know, and hope it's all just a show?
Would you hold your love ones tight, or do something crazy on the last night?
But if it's going to end today, do you even have time to say,
Sorry for all your wrongs, or just tell them what you thought all along.
Even the ones who believed it was true, will be shocked that it actually came through.
So in the end there's not much to say, it's the end of the world.
Have a nice day.
Lost feelingsIt's crazy the way I felt for you,Lost feelings in Free Verse More Like This
Crazy how I truly believed that I loved you right down to the core.
But now I see you, and something's not right, I've lost all feeling.
Thoughts of you don't seem to keep me up all night.
I told my self you have to be the one, all the moments we shared how ever small, they used to keep me dreaming that you were the prince I would meet at the fairytale ball.
But now know those feelings of wonder and love, have seemed to disappear to the heavens above.
And I feel remorse for those feelings I had, the ones that made my skin tingle and hair stand on end.
And those missed heart beats when you said my name, I truly fear that they shall not come again.
What's wrong with me? I thought I'd always feel that way.
But now I'm numb my life feels only grey.
How did you do it?How did you mange to sneak your way into my heart?How did you do it? in Free Verse More Like This
My note books filled with your name,
but I know you'll never feel the same.
But I still wish, and dream and hope,
that you'll be mine soon enough, but I seem to be fending my way up a slippery slope.
But I'm fooling no one not even myself,
because I know we will never be saying "in sickness and in health"
I guess I'll never get to know if we were ment to be, because she came along and clouded your view,
and you will remain unaware because you never knew,
That the love I have was ment for you.
My weekSoaked cheeksMy week in Free Verse More Like This
Two booming voices
Turn to dead silence.
A sleepless night
A comforting cuddle
A reassuring text.
One sided conversations
Picture and no sound
A unspoken apology
A turn around.
Even a smile
Normality is back
May it stay a while.
Midnight kissesIt's late, and it's cold, oh what I wouldn't give to have you to hold.Midnight kisses in Free Verse More Like This
Your arms wrapped around me like a safety net, you plant kisses on my neck.
Shivers run down my spine, when I'm with you I feel electrified.
A soft kiss on the lips, your hands resting on my hips.
The magic look in your eyes, a look that gives me butterflies.
You hold me close and tight, everything feels just right.
You lean down and whisper in my ear, "I really do love you dear"
And with those words I hug you tight, nothing could ruin my night.
HollowWalking lonely on the path of life, the dark shadow always at my side.Hollow in Free Verse More Like This
See the light, but as I walk it gets further away.
You are golden, but I'm scared to touch you incase you break like glass.
Why do I feel alone in a room full of strangers, why do I feel like the only one to walk this earth?
Inside my heart feels heavy, but my body feels hollow, one breeze and I might break.
I feel lost, I feel alone but yet I know you are there.
Please always be there.
Listen to sense.Dear heart,Listen to sense. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Stop making decisions,
Just give me a reason.Just give me a reason, anyone at all.Just give me a reason. in Free Verse More Like This
To show me that your worth the pain and struggle.
That your worth the heartache of this disease.
Just say something. Anything. Please.
Just one good reason why I should love you so,
but of course you won't, and I'll never know.
Just so...You pick me up and put me on the highest pedestal you can find,Just so... in Free Verse More Like This
Just to knock me down.
You put me in the shop window for everyone to see,
Just so they can mock me.
You tell me the world is my oyster, and I am the pearl,
Just to trap me inside.
You lift my heart and tell me its a gem,
Just to break it like glass.
You give me the good news first,
Just so you can hit me with the bad.
You give me dreams and hopes,
Just so you can crush them like a bug.
You do this all,
Just to make your self feel better.
You can't always get what you want.You can't always get what you want. in Free Verse More Like This
Is it wrong to want someone all to yourself for just one day....
Just one night...
Under the moonlight on a secluded beach.
Or a day spent in Paris or Nice?
Maybe I'm wrong to be wanting something I can't have,
but I'm still dreaming of a life we could of had.
I've seen my dreams shattered when she's around,
My heart ripped in two, and I'm left feeling like a clown.
And I'm left thinking to myself is there nothing I can do,
to let you know how much I love you?
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.
#1: Carnival of HorrorsWhat do I owe? I ask you, my dear?#1: Carnival of Horrors in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Please don't worry, there is nothing to fear!
Now, please prepare, to always be ready for a cheer!
I say, welcome to you, to this carnival of horror!
Where you shall leave, all the poorer!
Lets prepare now, for a full show of torture!
Look right up here, at these lovely acrobats.
Where they now are, just juggling 3 ton bats!
Oh dear, it appears that they have just fallen flat!
I have, but, one more question of you all!
Can you handle the tremble of their quick fall?
Now be prepared, because I will not begin to stall!
Twisted SmilesI stand here looking at the cloudy sky above me. It smiles its most maniacal smiles and laughs as rain begins to pour from the murky heavens. I simply stare into the rain and begin to smile back.Twisted Smiles in Emotional More Like This
It is my most delirious smile, full of mischief and laughter. The rain responds with a quiet gust of laughing wind. My twisted smile, it curves even further.
I take a deep breath and laugh, knowing that inside of this madness, that this is where I want to be. It is here where my heart desires to be, it is here where I belong, it is here where I am immersed in this sunken abyss.
The raven with his call of laughter, he never seemed so loud. Even in this abyss, he is as loud as the trumpets at battles beginnings. I shut my ears to his wicked call, his song will never pierce my mind.
I must climb the wall of this abyss, where there are no hand-held holes to grab. It is a flat wall, extending as high as the eye can see. Yet, there is a way to climb and it and reach its top.
The top is where I must
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!
DistractionsThe amazing thing is when you meet someone who can distract you from yourself. Then, you can really learn how fun it is to be outside in the real world, even if its nice to escape sometimes.Distractions in Emotional More Like This
Hold on to that person and don't let them go. They're special. I promise.
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.
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
Angels and DemonsOh brilliant blue and ravished redAngels and Demons in Free Verse More Like This
Come hither to this perilous place
You are the ancient angels and demons
Whose fingerprints linger on this world
To the tedious teal; we miss your melody
Flowing as waves of gigantic gentle oceans
Soon spreading across the silvery sky
Encompassing the silvery land far below
To the corrupted crimson; we miss your power
Blazing as flames burn across broken land
Audacious orange spreading as eyes can see
Encompassing that silvery land all around
Come now join in hand; you ancient folk
Fire and song; it is time to come together
See now, behold this radiant white light
Ah look, it flows unbound in its pathless flight
White KnightWhite Knight in Free Verse More Like This
I'm a proud member of the bleeding hearts club,
And Say what you will
I'll never be crushed,
Not by you,
The broken doll,
You have no strength
Only harsh words.
They can't cut me because I remember,
And my memories give me the armor that I need
To become a white knight,
A clown in my own right,
And a moving target to distract from those
who can't withstand your harsh words
and I'll always be waiting to challenge you.
Laugh, I know you want to.
And god knows you need it
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
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
Dig inDig inDig in in Free Verse More Like This
To reach what is inside
Deep inside where
Blindness is consuming you
Pull it all out
The worms that feed self-pity
The pain and the lies
Inflicted upon your soul
And filter hate through lungs
Bleed it all out
And let it burn your skin
Where it hurts the most
Keep damaging the shell
Redundant is your veil
Rusted by transparent tears
Dissect and disassemble
Images willingly hidden
Burnt into your face
From beneath the skull
And touch your darkest fears
Deep inside where
Nobody can feel them
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
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
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
InnocenceInnocence torn apartInnocence in Free Verse More Like This
All wonder forgotten
In search of a meaning
Innocence bled out
Actions and emotions
In packs of five
A child sacrificed
To praise false gods
Wilderness on its knees
Mind too consumed by
The prison it created
A Brand New FormBreatheA Brand New Form in Free Verse More Like This
Until you loose yourself
This construct of memories
This skeletal form of dust
Your soul creeps away
And rots within and dies
Breathe into the mind
Deconstruct its body
Your blood stops flowing
No one needs it anymore
Your eyes are open
But all around is black
Violence of the hearth
While it strives for oxygen
It remains to remind
Mundane self persists
Until all is stripped away
Until you receive
A brand new form
FracturedFracturedFractured in Free Verse More Like This
Stained pieces of glass
Of things that could be
Their war in my blood
Universes of the mind
Hurricanes of galaxies
Drips to singularity
The remnants of sanity
Lost in complexity
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...
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.
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
SovereignThe sovereign that reignsSovereign in Free Verse More Like This
Over the grey sky
Keeping close to faith
As fear draws to mind
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
PetrifiedIn its grandeur, a petrified heart can be beautiful.Petrified in Free Verse More Like This
You say it's not so, as its blackness covers all features,
Shading over each crevice and vessel
Normally colored in vibrant blues and reds.
But can wrongdoings be acceptable?
Most say no, though it may be in human nature
To follow tempting thoughts to a false freedom.
Still, are sins not condemnable?
Especially if unknowingly committed?
For who can say how. Say why.
But is there true sense in darkness measured
By actions and never thoughts?
Yet the idea of petrification could be fascinating
In due time, and over a perfect mastery.
Because it truly is a deceptively sweet smile
Masking devilishly sweet thoughts
That can make up a perfectly deformed human.
Yes, they make up each twisted and shaded heart,
But are such hidden hearts truly dark
Or is it just from perspective?
And who knows just who has their heart petrified?
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.
StolenCan you findStolen in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
What was hidden
To pay no mind
Over hearts smitten
Can you face
Our stares again
Before the chase
From fellow men
Can you see
What you have done
By setting free
Possessions of one
One That Burns FireA little man holds fire in his handOne That Burns Fire in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Something known all across the land
Still he is unable to catch a glimpse
Though modern machines have tried since
Yet he is safe behind weary masks
Forever amused by tedious tasks
Keeping hold to slight burst
While watching in simplistic mirth
But that little man does not know
That which he holds shares a common foe
And as his mind begins to fall
It cannot bother him at all
For a true flame will never die
When there is still one left to cry
in which I try to forget my dreamswith Sunday-heavy lips, she calls mein which I try to forget my dreams in Free Verse More Like This
selfish and means it. I remember
dreams better than people, strangers
greeting me in the grocery store over
a common past and sorry selection
of red grapes. I remember Katie
being beautiful and happy and
wearing the same abnormal toe shoes
and being a few decades older than time
would allow, I remember Emily
being alive. I remember me
escaping to France to defy logic
and stow away in a pretentious,
overpriced tourist resort where
I’d learn to speak a language
I’d never use and love people
who’d never know me; I remember
she tells me trust is not a virtue.
responsibility is gained and
taken away when you prove
unable to learn to be normal and
defiant at trying to breathe. she says,
I love you, but I don’t understand,
and she cries, saucer-eyed,
and this time I can’t
casual blasphemyfor the past four yearscasual blasphemy in Free Verse More Like This
I’ve been in love with a boy
who’s too busy loving life to notice
I exist. I don’t think he’s ever seen me
past his tunnel vision living--
I’m in love with a boy who
wears black gauges and swears
he’s a deist who’s fed up with
the backwards-fucked system
that governs our lives; he talks to me
about the symbolic importance
of hunger and need and rebellion
and isolationism and death as
Orwell and Golding must have written it,
and, god, I just want to crack open
my ribs so he can see the literary
starvation destroying me, the not-quite
metaphoric devastation of my liver and
paper cuts scarring my heart. I want
him to talk to me about the reasons
we ought to avoid college
and capitalism and commitment and explain
to me what this all really means.
[I want to be so unflinchingly honest
with you that it will be as natural
and sinful as all the others
before, just without the glare
of bare skin and self-hate. I want to tell you
admittance is defeatthey called you beautifuladmittance is defeat in Free Verse More Like This
with porcelain eyes about to crack
and cigarette skin crumbling
away, a knotted spine and
you were never gracious.
you're slipping underneath, this
virulent smog masks a paper sky that
never allowed a dream and
you're afraid because it's soaking in
your pores again, unattainable and unoriginal;
the meaning of life never meant enough-
you were never hopeful.
there's a getaway map on the underside
of your pillow, and a lifetime of secrets
on the underside of your bones
you're a walking travesty:
your chest ticks, dull
your wrist beats, dying
time is keeping you but
you were never patient.
you lie large enough to make us believe you
don't entertain nightmares, but what if
no one could hear you scream?
remarkable, it seems
caged birds really know how
to sing out
(you were always beautiful)
Amnesiacsmaybe you forgot how toAmnesiacs in Free Verse More Like This
wake up without screaming.
she smiles like a broken dawn
and the meek will inherit the
earth, if they don't drown,
first. she's barely breathing;
trying to grow gills because
it's only in the state of dying
that we adapt.
and you won't see the colors
pouring out of her chest, you
won't hear the ebbing swansong
she hums so quietly.
you didn't come to be reminded.
you inject a little further, a little
closer to the heart. numb.
(she died the day she
was given a name)
she made you promise never
to be a number, or a majority;
she made your heart beat in a way
that made you think you were alive,
but you can't believe in anything
that lasts longer than a minute.
you shut down. fingers
close around an empty bottle,
a flaccid tongue writhes
and it tastes bitter.
she's too close, you can hear
her thoughts unwind, you can
taste her mistakes. it's too real.
you were never human, you
tell yourself so you can be
convinced it was never valid.
she's too close and
things I learned at 11 am while I was half-asleepithings I learned at 11 am while I was half-asleep in Free Verse More Like This
I’m spending most of my time
not crying, and I’m sorry,
but I don’t think I’ll ever love anyone
as much as aspirin, or lullabies,
or the cheap wine sold for two dollars a bottle,
or overly-apologetic letters bending over backwards
to make a point of themselves, or the pink petals
blooming on my wrists like flesh and blood miracles,
or the songs named after women
things may not change,
but you will have to.
I am most alone
surrounded by people
and the buzzing in my head of words
that should have lost their meaning
back when I discovered
they never meant anything
Dedications are only relevant
to people who appreciate shitty poetry,
or you. Insanity is writing the same thing
over and over and expecting it not
to sound clichéd.
and as much as anyone will swear otherwise,
I am a statistic. A number, an example,
a case study in the manipulation of
narcissism and moving on
radiantI amradiant in Free Verse More Like This
unrealistic ideologies of an
are toxic; breathing
is a chore. there is
a careful warmth in the
combined effort of
we are the forgotten.
we are the tangled limbs
and childhood stories for
a more sensitive future; we
are the longing, we are
we are measured
in the people we touch;
and I will love you
in the UV light of
hide and seek paranoia.
I love you in the red shimmer
of harbored dreams, I love you
in the industrial gl
we are not a fairytalewe are not a fairytale.we are not a fairytale in Free Verse More Like This
I am not the strong lead with a heart of fire,
bones of steel, and eyes of vapid curiosity;
motivation seeping through
my every last intended action because
I was written this way
(the heroine falls only to rise again:
proverbial phoenix, burning out
because it is the cycle of my
life) and you, you are not
the beautiful travesty, perfectly composed
to strike me where I’m weak and
[almost]human, delicately woven
like the tapestry of my dismantling—
a subtle irony where somewhere, a writer
chuckles softly, understanding
we are blinder than church mice, born
in a makeshift world of darkness where
I’m not sure whether or not the sun will
rise again tomorrow, because it won’t exist
until someone breathes life into it,
but no. we were never so lucky
to be carefully orchestrated,
a composition rendered for
another’s satisfaction. I am not the
climax, nor the resolution, but a lamb
with Stockholm Syndrome and
a tendency towards people
UnavoidedI used to know a girl forUnavoided in Free Verse More Like This
the hunger in her voice;
she spoke of something
anchoring herself to
and sinking down
I'll drink away my memory, soon,
or pray for an Alzheimer-inspired
I can't keep waking up
on the wrong side of life"
scraps and sacramentsyou,scraps and sacraments in Free Verse More Like This
beautiful siren girl with melodies
entangled in her hair: you are
shell-shocked and sea-struck
even though you cannot stand
the sensation of sand beneath
you have fingers for prying, picking,
pulling at your skin and nesting
in that hollow space between
your bones. and if anyone asks,
you will swear there are monsters
sleeping in the concaves of your ribs;
there are ghosts beneath your tongue,
embittered, and you are not the words
they say there is an answer, little girl
(sometimes you begin to believe you are
a scarecrow on the border of reality
begging people to turn the other way;
and the mirror will agree)
how far have you gone? a feather in
the breeze who won’t promise to return
again; there is a wandering warmth in
the hesitation of your harbored fear.
where will you be in six months when
the future has become itself and you
are still astray? little one, no one is like you
in the way you sway to the cadence of a
dissonant night. no one knows your
why we pity angelsto him;why we pity angels in Free Verse More Like This
you are afraid of phonecalls. you
are afraid of your own voice, and
opening your ribcage to let
your heart come live on your sleeve.
you are afraid of living without caffeine
or alcohol, whatever the day calls for;
you are afraid of being real
without laughing afterwards, becoming
everything you worked so hard to get
away from, acknowledging all
that you still are. know this:
I am afraid of loud noises.
I am afraid of honesty and drowning,
people I don’t know and words
I won’t say. I am afraid
of growing old and living alone and
you not accepting me. I am afraid
of myself. In that, we are the same.
I have the compulsion to grab you
and cup you to me like you are some
half-alive bird, like that sound
as the lazy sun paints you a portrait is
your hummingbird heart and not my own
shallow breaths. in the beginning,
you were my peace of mind. you traced
the contours of my being with a scalpel
and held me up, a shadow puppet,
as the darkest, blackest figures I gav