Memories of WarMemories of War:
What is this long-lost memory inside?
Where oceans turn; what have we left behind
With star-burned wings out above the sky.
The sleeping sons are lovingly left to lie...
A thousand tears you've cried for all,
Now its time for you to fall!
Will you open up the door,
To the future we ignore?
Are you simply lying broken,
From the memory awoken;
Are you simply living lies,
Bitter taste with ropes you tie...
And the world will soon forget.
Fill my heart with this regret?
For the victims written in stone.
Unspoken sin you now atone...
Yeah I've seen this world where we livin' in pain,
Wrap my body round with chain.
Now we both know we be broken;
Give this man his smokin' token.
Held up guns with both his hands;
Not a boy he's cause he's a man.
Order comes by a suit and hand.
Will you flee or will you stand?
This is a memory of our war,
Of all the things that we can't ignore.
And staying blind to the cries of pain...
Will lonely ashes be what remai
Poetic Practice - Love Like AshPoetic Practice - Love Like Ash:Poetic Practice - Love Like Ash in Free Verse More Like This
Yes sir, he is clinging to insanity.
He remembers all the things he said, profanity.
Bare the shame on his naked old humanity.
He is the doll claiming love for his vanity-
When he woke up, desire!
He made a move like fire.
His whispers; a liar,
His heart snaps, like wire!
But what are you thinking of this man as I make him out?
Is it an image or a type that you seem to tout.
was it all his fault with no one else to blame,
Or were there cracks in the story that they both will claim-
Spit that and live that,
Hate when you love that!
You rip that and tear that,
Scream like you know that!
Stop for a moment and just listen to this silent cry,
Time has stopped now for both of us to say goodbye.
Both turning on these clocks, living lies that have stopped;
And when the love turns to ash, let the gloves be dropped...
- Chen Yuan Wen, 17th January 2013
Painted SkinPainted Skin:Painted Skin in Free Verse More Like This
He smiles at you, as you enter the office;
Wearing eyeliner made of contempt and disdain.
His cheap cologne invades your nostrils immediately
And you quickly suppress a cough.
"Yes, yes, indeed we have to review this...er, many things are involved."
His face is powdered with a layer of self-importance;
Lips reddened by the polite harshness he spews.
His forked tongue flickers as he prattles on
And you're really getting quite tired.
"Oh I'm sorry! Of course, of course I understand; but my way is much better!"
You're getting really bored now, so you take a look around the room.
The expectation is to see it bedecked with acolades;
Yet bare walls, cold and empty, are all that greets you.
"Are you listening to me, I'm telling you why this isn't good enough. LISTEN TO ME!"
You take a look at the cup of coffee you were offered,
Cheap and lukewarm; you narrow your eyes.
"Is there a problem? I'm being honest, this is for YOUR OWN GOOD!"
The PoetThe Poet:The Poet in Free Verse More Like This
He smiles as he sees her sleeping
& gently covers her with a blanket.
He goes to the window and looks out
watching snow fall, ever so slowly...
He sees people in the streets,
Chatting, walking. Some happy,
Others sad. Hearts beating,
Hearts broken; some warm, some cold.
He looks back at her, as she stirs in bed.
A yawn from her, brings another smile to him:
"How cute," he chuckles as he strokes her head.
He runs his fingers through her hair and is content.
Yet, even if he is happy here, again -
He is drawn to that window and finds himself
Staring out at the street and watching;
Marveling at the disparity and wondering -
Isn't there something that I can do?
Isn't there a better way for us all?
He looks back at her, sleeping peacefully;
He thinks about the future and sighs.
He wants a better world for her,
One where she would always be safe,
But unfortunately, he has no power.
He is just one man with little to his name.
He picks up a piece of paper, one found lyin
Practice Poem - Poor Little TimmyPractice Poem - Poor Little Timmy:Practice Poem - Poor Little Timmy in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Down into well, poor Timmy fell,
Down he fell into the pits of hell.
Brought into hell by an eldritch spell,
Poor little Timmy who fell down the well.
Alone he cowered and shivered and shook,
He shook for hours, so long it took,
So long it took for him to feel well,
Well enough to explore this hell...
Through pathways littered with scenes most gory;
Most gory indeed was little Timmy's story,
A story of fear and suffering defined,
Poor little Timmy, he ran out of time...
Now then, I think I'll go welcome my little guest...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 14th December 2012
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
It Came From The DarkIt Came From The Dark:It Came From The Dark in Free Verse More Like This
Amongst the ashes, swirling from the darkness of the pit,
Emerged a hand, dragging a battered body across the rocks.
Blood leaked from the wounds so callously self-inflicted,
And teeth ground with a focused determination and seething anger.
It cared not for the warm rubies - staining the jagged rocks,
It cared not for the sensation of pain...
All that it remembered was a dream, An obsession -
One that drove it ever higher; ignoring all else!
Eventually it emerged from this shadowy hole, this dreary depth,
And in that moment, it learned of the truth.
For this creature, denied sunlight and warmth -
-Chen Yuan Wen, 11th December 2012
Sending Me To HellSending Me To Hell:Sending Me To Hell in Free Verse More Like This
I close my eyes, as the black smoke fills the air.
Incense burned to create a semi-choking sensation.
A tiny inkling of the perceived suffering,
But it is enough to make this difficult...
Next, wounds are carefully opened.
Patterns carved into the flesh,
Resembling the nine circles of suffering.
As each begins to form a red river,
An ocean pools beneath my stained elbows.
In the distance I hear the cackling of witches;
Accompanied always by the mad shrieks of those beyond.
Already they can taste the red wine that I ooze
And eagerly, their tongues wag; anticipating the feast.
Concentrate...I have to concentrate
My teeth grind together, as I force them shut,
The pressure causes my jaws to ache and my body soon stiffens.
It seizes up like an iron vault, my mind its secret mechanism;
Twisting, turning, seeking the accepted combination.
I can feel them now, reaching for me...
Tongues begin to lick at my open wounds,
Lustfully salivating unto m
These Words Aren't PrettyThese Words Aren't Pretty:These Words Aren't Pretty in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My verses are ugly and I admit to the fact
I can't use pretty language when I'm working with rap
Because the things that I write, are just the things that I feel
I ain't an Edgar Allan Poe or a Danielle Steel
And I'll be honest with you, I've got an envy inside
Because some poets got a flow that's as smooth as the tide
I read some stuff that they write, it's just so dope I ignite
Burning shame and my anger at the beautiful sight
And like birds of a feather, they're flocking together
These poets are the Gods and I'm nailed by the weather
But as the rain pours down, lightning resound;
I try to write pretty words but my lips remain bound
So deeply silenced by fear - the darkness I hear,
Afraid to be unloved by the ones I hold dear
I've hit the limit of time; my lyrical crime
These words that I've lived are just turning to grime.
So I wish I had their talent; just a sliver of that
If their skill was a mountain then I've broken my back
It's like t
A Midnight WearyA Midnight WearyA Midnight Weary in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Amongst twinkling stars,
Much like a cricket's chorus;
Types his essay:
"Failure is red,
My parent's say;
An Asian get 'B'
Is shameful display!"
I've Changed (Yeah right)I've Changed (Yeah right):I've Changed (Yeah right) in Free Verse More Like This
You know, I tell myself everday,
That I'm going to change - that I'll be different.
'This isn't the same; I'm not the same,' that's what I tell myself...
As I sit in front of the computer, praying time doesn't move.
Coward, you're weak and you'll always be weak! You bloody disgrace...
I pick up some new magazine, get inspired,
'I want to be like that guy,' is what I think to myself.
I give it a try for two or three days - I quit.
Same old shit again...
Making up excuses? It's what you always do, you gutless wonder...
I try to reach out with my hands,
Seeking something, anything that I can find to help myself hold on...
But I don't find it - I just find myself,
Sinking back down into the same black swamp - I'm drowning.
Awww, what's the matter? You gonna cry, you gonna cry?
Yeah, I've hit rock bottom,
And you know what? It feels pretty damn good down here.
Nice, warm, comfortable, familiar.
No pressure, no problems - just like everb
AnorexiaMeet a girl named No One, with a heart of shattered stoneAnorexia in Free Verse More Like This
Staring at the other girl, the one that's not alone
Girl with skin that glistens, with the eyes of crystal seas
Grin of shining diamonds and a laugh like a disease
Flashes just a glance and soon, she's every trouble's cure
She has everything… and No One's off to be like her.
Eating turns into a crime, she'd rather be away
Thrusting fingers down her throat to make herself okay
Watching as her very bones are seen behind her flesh
There she drowns in tears, for she has not yet seen success.
Minutes turn to hours, and these hours turn to days
Every moment slipping, slowly fading into grey
Rapidly, her body turns to nothing but her bones
As she fights for beauty, as she battles for the throne.
Broken hearts must learn to beat, and this she came to know
Learning it the hard way when her heartbeat grew too slow
Yet, she somehow managed still to shine from what's within
Lying in her casket with her hidden, unseen sin.
Final thoughts ins
CanvasLet her paint a masterpiece,Canvas in Free Verse More Like This
Let her paint a lie
Let her paint a word inside the shining silver skies.
Let her paint a mystery,
Let her paint a sin
Let her paint the things that lie in darkness deep within.
Let her paint a masterpiece
(but this time there's a twist)
Make the brush a blade and let the canvas be her wrist...
A letter to my watchersSmiling through your pain,A letter to my watchers in Free Verse More Like This
Till the wounds stop bleeding.
Running through your clouds
Once the sky stops raining.
Never saying never,
Going faster, stronger, better
Even when the
Raindrops seem to fall down forever.
Till the birds start to sing, and
Happiness overwhelms you,
And a smile takes over your face
Now and eternally.
Surviving through the pain,
Until the wounds stopped bleeding.
It never seemed it would end,
Crying, screaming, dying...
Indeed it did, it
Even when the raindrops would never end.
Save YourselfDear mommy…Save Yourself in Free Verse More Like This
I could have saved you.
I know you promised me you’d save yourself,
But I should have known you were lying.
I could have protected you.
I know you said you were fine,
But I should have been able to see all the tears behind your eyes…
The lies, I should have seen straight through them,
I should have known better than to believe you,
I should have known better.
I should have known.
I should have saved you...
I'm sorry Mommy.
I shouldn't have let you save yourself.
One dose of glitterOne dose of glitter can light up the worldOne dose of glitter in Free Verse More Like This
One little thought can bring back little girls
Fairies and dragons and strong, worthy knights
One dose of glitter can shine through the night
Hush, little girl, for the stars in the sky
Shining so sweetly like your stunning eyes
Don't let the nightmares define what you'll be
Notice the beauty within every dream
Hush, little girl, there is no need to fight…
One dose of glitter to light up the night.
In a Little Girl's MindThere sits the girl with the things in her eyesIn a Little Girl's Mind in Free Verse More Like This
Monsters, destruction, and sweet butterflies
Hopscotch and daisies, surrounded by screams
Beautiful dresses now torn at the seams
Crayons and paintbrushes, villains and grins
Young, gladsome innocence, hatred and sins
Little red houses on roads left to fade
Gorgeous moonlight shining off of the blade
Blood pouring out as she cries her own name
Knowing she's forced to take each bit of blame
She could have stopped it and left it behind
All of these things in her troubled young mind
She could have saved them if she dared to try
Rather, though, she left herself there to die.
Now, others watch as she sits on the ground
Keeping their distance and letting her drown
In her own worries and things she won't tell
Waiting for her mind to kill her as well…
Poor Man's GoldHush the youngest children, for the demon in the skiesPoor Man's Gold in Free Verse More Like This
Treasuring the very thought of anyone's demise
Glitter fades to black and shining moonlight fades to dust
Every cruel man's wonderland is built of poor man's trust
Tragic, empty melodies and blood beneath the air
Fearlessly escape the wind and drown without a care
Treasure death as platinum, as silver and as gold
Every cruel man's wonderland is built of poor man's gold...
Goodbye, miscarried babyI love the little baby that I never got to holdGoodbye, miscarried baby in Free Verse More Like This
The baby that I never got to see.
And maybe, just maybe that baby would love us, too
If only that baby got to be.
I love the little baby that was never able to smile
Never even able to survive.
And maybe that baby would have a life worth living
If only that baby was alive.
And maybe that baby had mommy's blue eyes
And daddy's smile, and grandma's tight hugs.
And honestly, there's no way to describe that little baby
And no way to describe the way it was loved.
When I SaidWhen I said I wanted a fairy taleWhen I Said in Free Verse More Like This
I meant I wanted a prince.
I didn't want to be locked in a
I didn't want to be fought by a
I didn't want
When I said I wanted a fairy tale
I meant I wanted to be a princess.
I didn't want to watch a rose
I didn't want to wear the gown
I wanted it
When I said I wanted a fairy tale...
I expected it to end in a
But i never expected it to end like this.
Mommy, He's LyingMommy, he said it, he said it was true.Mommy, He's Lying in Free Verse More Like This
Mommy, he said it, he said "I love you."
Mommy, he said it, he said it was real
Mommy, please know how to think, how i feel
Mommy, this love is the truth, it's the way
Mommy, he said it, he said it today.
Mommy, he's lying, he's lying to me
Mommy, he's telling a lie, can't you see?
Mommy, he never did mean what he said
Mommy, his voice is pounding in my head.
Mommy, he's lying, his love isn't pure
Love's a disease and he's finding the cure.
Mommy, he's lying, what else can I say...
Mommy, he hit me, he killed me today.
Mommy, he lied to me, why did he lie?
Mommy, he lied through his tears, through his cries
Mommy, his lies I just couldn't see through
Mommy, he lied to me.
What'd I ever do?
NecromancyI wanted to see what makes a human heartNecromancy in Free Verse More Like This
so I took a scimitar and ripped apart your decrepit
and inside that primordial ribcage I found nothing but
And you merely gave a cruel parody of a
dug your bloodstained claws into your
and tore out that infestation you called a
"Analyze that well, my little necromancer," you
fangs dripping with the acid I once begged to
"Perhaps you'll be as wise as me once you find the
I could only watch as you sunk back down into
clutching that contaminated Philosopher's Stone
knowing you had replaced my heart with the poison known as
'l o v e.'
Welcome to WonderlandFalling down, down, downWelcome to Wonderland in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Spinning 'round and 'round
All around, the ticking of clocks
Such a discordant sound
Right is left and left is right
Night is day and day is night
Up is down and down is up
Life is death and death is life
Voices whisper from every niche
Screams echo and cause a twitch
Claws and teeth threaten to kill
Eyes wild with bliss of such a thrill
Run, hide, fight, or plead
Nothing shall work, nothing you need
The sun and moon will laugh as you cry
As the Queen shrieks her commands to the sky
Blood forms penumbras as heads roll
A cry of defiance with each bell toll
The jury turns in accord, madness shining bright
Their question full of words to make your skin crawl with fright
"ArE yOu AlIcE?"
T i c k
T o c k
T i c k
T o c k
"OfF wItH hEr HeAd!"
~Welcome to Wonderland, Alice~
an apology to anyone who'll listen It begins with a wishan apology to anyone who'll listen in Free Verse More Like This
and ends with a sigh.
I am in love with boys who
don't exist and girls who I sometimes
pretend are myself. Spineless,
spiteful, and one hundred percent
I'm becoming undone.
When I was
younger I thought it
was a sin if
your parents didn't
love each other. Now I
know that it's
just the way this world works.
I need you right now;
to tell me that
gaining four pounds in
three days is typical
to tell me that
living in a dream every
second is perfectly okay
to tell me that
I'm normal, that I'm
still sane, that I'm not
going to close my
eyes one day and never
open them again.
Don't look at me.
I can't remember
the last time I
had no regrets.
Poetry is:Poetry is:Poetry is: in Free Verse More Like This
the adhesive to
a fragmented soul;
broken wings that still dream of
F L Y I N G
how snapdragons breathe stardust
and orchids perform ensembles.
when 'imagination' and 'reality' at last discover a
c r o s s r o a d s,
and rush to embrace one another with fervent limbs.
why gravity seems to f
l, taking the world with it.
what flows through the veins of every pair of [shipwrecked; star-crossed] lovers.
who I am; who I was; and who I want to be.
lies, she wrotei. just a mimicry, really;lies, she wrote in Free Verse More Like This
desperate to shine.
ii. counterfeit & clockwise,
tasting words on her
iii. with a dysfunctional mind
& apocryphal dictionary,
she cannot clone it all.
iv. "say anything," the pen
whispers as she trembles
among ink-scented fraudulence.
v. but she just laughs & plays the part,
forgetting what the pages told her:
"truth is stranger than fiction."
24 Hoursi.24 Hours in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Dreams will slowly fade
as dawn breaks through the windows;
morning’s here again.
Stomachs growl and groan
as smells from the kitchen waft;
afternoon is here.
Dusk paints a red sky,
the sun retires for the night;
evening shall bring peace.
The stars and moon dance,
a waltz of shining passion;
night has come at last.
pretty little poet fingersfabricated gods rest between thepretty little poet fingers in Free Verse More Like This
languid crevices of
her fingertips, scribbling profanities
all over her skin.
she's just mismatched bones
& blue bruises, telling of forbidden
love through archaic letters.
a tongue made for
wanderlust, & eyes made
for the stars,
even the devil fears her.
SadieA decade she was thereSadie in Free Verse More Like This
always watching me grow.
A decade she was there
through sunshine and snow.
A decade to laugh,
a decade to cry,
a decade to watch as her years went by.
Always a smile, never a frown,
she was constantly there whenever I'd turn around.
Wading in muddy rivers, racing through golden fields,
throwing snowballs for treats, catching unsuspecting birds for meals.
She was my protector, she was my friend,
she was my precious companion until the end.
Watching her brightness dim made the tears run dry,
and the limp took away that glorious freedom,
as each stumble and crash made the sobs escalate.
She was cradled in my arms until the her last breath,
her never ending grin lasting even in death.
Rest in peace, my friend.
WhisperI want to create an aromatic sea of jasminesWhisper in Free Verse More Like This
and stardust mountains of silver and —
Inkblot skeletons with paper mache
hearts, whose bones shall burn with one glance at the
sun; gravestones of blood diamonds and tears of thistles...
Harp strings ringing in grotesque harmony, screaming
for slender fingers to pluck and caress with devotion.
I want to write
lion boyi knew a boy withlion boy in Free Verse More Like This
eyes of gold & fire
in his footsteps.
he would roar to the
stars, declaring himself
as fearless as a king
& as regal as a lion.
he would announce
every night when leo
would coax the virgin
from her radiant
five times around the
sun & loyal fangs bared
to shield his kingdom,
my lion boy
dances with flames.
Tell Me ThisOh, so you're not thin?Tell Me This in Free Verse More Like This
Tell me how you're ugly.
Oh, so your hair doesn't look good everyday?
Tell me whose does.
Oh, so you make mistakes?
Tell me who doesn't.
Oh, so you're not a model?
Tell me what the definition of beauty is.
Oh, so you aren't normal?
Tell me what "normal" is.
Oh, so you aren't good enough?
Tell me why.
Because there isn't a standard you need to reach to be yourself.
Just Words"I'm fine" is a dirty lie.Just Words in Free Verse More Like This
The truth is that I want to die.
"I'm tired" is not even done.
It really means "I'm tired of being no one"
"I'm better" is but a curse.
The truth is that I've never been worse
"I'm just cold" is what I say
so my sleeves can hide my scars away.
"I already ate" is said with a frown.
I starve to see the numbers on the scale go down.
"I'm okay" is probably the worst.
It really means I'm about to burst.
All these things are lies to me.
But you take this as the truth because what else would I be?
You Can't Tell MeYou can't tell meYou Can't Tell Me in Free Verse More Like This
that my writing is wrong.
It might be for you
But for me it will live, forever strong
You can't tell me
that my words are not right.
They might not be prefect
But I'll still put up a fight
You can't tell me
my rhymes are too mix-matched.
Its just because they are not yours
To me they do not lack
You can't tell me
I did not try my best.
Who are you to evaluate?
Its not like its a test
You can't tell me
that I didn't follow a rule.
Creativity has no list
I think you are a fool
You can't tell me
that I didn't emote at all.
How can you tell me what I feel?
Its not like I'm a doll
You cant tell me
everything that I should.
How can you think you know everything?
And think you know whats "good"?
PoetryI'm writing in my own blood,Poetry in Free Verse More Like This
as ravens circle over my head,
they scream things I don't want to know,
and my words, my words are agonizing,
the parchment is stained
with tears and pain,
"Help me Allfather!" I cry,
black claws tear at my hair,
until that moment,
they're all gone,
and I'm all whole,
and another poem is born.
Time Is The CureTime Is The Cure in Free Verse More Like This
Time Is The Cure
Right hand of destruction
Left hand of creation
It's a never ending cycle
A fatal revival caught in a downward spiral
I tear down reality’s mask
As I build up a truth to give hope a chance
The veiled darkness decays
The guiding light fades
I let go of an old pain
As new tears wash it away
The sun always rises
The moon always sets
The rain subsides
The storm is put to rest
Clouds confide / Memories detest
Skies collide / Cries confessed
Light shines / Dark regrets
Pain hides / Peace professed
A new day awaits
An old night forgotten
Tomorrow I shall awake
To cradle what remains unbroken
I can't erase my mistakes
But I can't let them define my fate
There's always control
There's always faith to hold
Opposites are locked together
I am the sinner; I am the confessor
With time- comes change
Agony and serenity dawn a n
Becoming UnjudgedBecoming Unjudged in Free Verse More Like This
And engulfed society
It's hard to believe-
That some of us still have our humanity
And there are those who still cannot see
The damaged moralities-
That were bestowed from a corrupted creed
You don't know the heavy burden that each of us carries
As gray as gray can be
Told that the way I am is wrong
I was taught to fear the real me!
Learning to hate differentiality
Hearing whispers all around
I despised my own identity
Things need to change now!
Some of us don't even make it that far / It's not what you do- but who you are
None of us should ever live in the dark / There will always be a spark in our hearts
Heads held high
Let the true colors show
Revealed in the light
There's no reason to hide anymore!
Take control of life
Get rid of past remorse
Leave it all behind
Happiness is worth fighting for!
Conceals a lesson
One that's worth the cost
Each of us deserves a clear conscience-
The hope that we carr
Rain Of ThunderRain Of Thunder in Free Verse More Like This
Rain Of Thunder
I took the gift of light for granted-
Assuming I would always see
But when my world darkened-
My fears took the best of me
And I would give anything
Just to see a spark or a glow
But my faith was also fading
Withering away like my hope
The only sight I had
Was beyond the walls in my mind
But they were just figments from the past
A false savior that I could only hide behind
The shadows were becoming my mask
It was shielding me from living my life
The skies rumbled ominously / Like cries echoing sorrowfully
I felt rain falling endlessly / Like infinite liquid apologies
Reality shed the blackness / The roars fiercely pierced
My eyes ignited the darkness / The heavens suddenly burst
What once was lost
Can also be found
For effects without a cause
Nothing would ever be returned
Our paths will once again cross
For destiny is bound
The lowest of the low-
I have seen
Sobriety's RiseSobriety's Rise in Free Verse More Like This
I exiled you from my veins
You will never affect me again
Take with you the very worst of me
I will no longer be a part of thee!
Too long have my eyes been closed
So many years have passed in vain
I couldn't let the road ahead get any worse
I'm no longer a victim of your taint
I dwell no more- in those old woes
Though I regret the pain I allowed myself to sustain
Mirrors don't snare / Family doesn't glare
This hope I bear / I've made it here
Cleansed my spirit away / Allowed scars to fade
Embraced the change / Unlocked the cage
My dreams no longer weep
The nightmares refuse to reimmerse
I can move forward if I really believe
I was able to get passed the hurt
'cause I forgave myself for being weak
I am not drowning myself anymore!
Deemed my recovered soul worthy
I accepted the gift of clarity
Today- I am alive
Watch me rise!
Promises Of TodayPromises Of Today in Free Verse More Like This
Promises Of Today
The sands of time can be unpredictable
But to mold them is impossible
And being let down is typical
I, for one, know what it's like
Having that unrelenting doubt dwell inside
And withstanding all of those tears that aren't dried
With that said
I want to help you, my dear friend
For the hope of happiness is within the reach of your hands
I need to apologize for not always being there
It's because I have my own slate
But now I'm finally here
I'm sorry I'm late
I've been where you are
I've seen what you've seen
And I was able to break through the dark
But I'll go back for you, just to help you believe
That it can get better
If you truly want it to
The era of fear can be over
It just all depends on you
But I know
That not all of us are strong enough
And that's why a lot of people tend to let go
So I am here to lend my rough hands to help you up
You are so important
Even if you don't see it
You're such a wonderful person
So I know you deserve to make it through this
SalvationSalvation in Free Verse More Like This
Sorrow melts and reforms
As heat seeps from my skin
Reflections of my memories are reborn
As frost settles on me once again
The liquidsparks flickered:
And I winced at that one image
A voice suddenly stutters
“I grasped forgiveness after the carnage.”
Restless echoes linger on
Retelling me stories of yesterday
Reminding me of when my courage was withdrawn
And the countless times I accepted those acts of hate
My scars shimmer every dawn
Each one has a wordless tale of mistakes
My eyes recorded the wrongs
As I relive the history I can't escape
Snowflakes descended gracefully:
As a cold-burning tear rolled down
I forced myself to rise after that dire humility
“The life I will only ever live is my own.”
A shred of hope still breathes
To defy views of hatred
A brighter future- I will seiz
It's OverI like to see you happy,It's Over in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Only want to see you smile..
Just take a break from this never-ending
Search for love for awhile..
And all the answers that you are seeking
Will be troublesome for you to find
It might mean that everything is blurred in your eyes.
So if it's over, then let it end
Don't search for me,
For another begin,
Lets not be hurt again
When it's over, let it go
Because I'm not worth it,
Gotta let me go.
There is no other way to put this
No other words for me to say
You'll just keep losing your mind,
You'll just keep losing all your faith.
Maybe now you won't believe it
But there's not much time to spare
I know the things that you're feeling, I see
That you are just scared
So if it's over, then itis really over
The past is gone you have to understand
I'm not worth your time, your blood, your tears,
Why do you still care?
When it's over, let it go
Because I'm not worth it,
Gotta let me go.
Just sit down
Another mistakeI’ve been drinking a lotAnother mistake in Free Verse More Like This
Filling empty bottles with what you forgot
I’ve been crying in vain
The smile on my face is just to hide the pain
I’ve been thinking of you
Did you know I have feelings too?
So I tell you to go
And leave me alone
I don’t care about love
I don’t care anymore
I’ve been patient
I’ve been kind
I was stupid
Yeah, love is blind
But now I rest
You’ve ever done
‘Cause I won’t drink,
‘Cause I won’t cry,
You are another mistake
In the book of my life.
Dear FriendDear Friend,Dear Friend in Letters More Like This
Tears are not simple.
Their emotions and expressions complicate life. And sometimes we want to cry, but can’t.
You may worry that if you start crying you may not stop. You may fear that your ability to fade into your problems and raise again with a few scars may not work.
You could even get rid of the feelings, and the pain, that arise when you enter into the maze of sadness. All those worries are reasonable and proof of how grown up you are.
Don't hold your tears back because they will be like flooding waters building pressure against the dam wall, like putting too much makeup because you can't hide your sadness anymore, like not believing that the sun also shines for you... That creates other problems... worse problems.
There is no reason to keep repressing those sentiments, because you have to see this important truth: we are human... we are meant to feel.
I know you don't like to feel sad and lonely, so even if for
Nothing LeftIs this the end of me?Nothing Left in Free Verse More Like This
Is this my destiny?
All that I am worth or worthy of?
Please, if there is someone above,
there must be something more than this..
Someone's taking the piss,
And it’s not funny anymore,
But you see,
The joke is on me
So I give up
I'm just not
Able to go on.
Somebody show me how
Tell me what to do,
Is it really true
That I have to go with the flow?
Then, I give up
This is not living, anyway
I need a break
From all the stress I can’t take,
I’ll be let down,
And it will be soon,
But the world keeps spinning around,
And I fall deeper in love with you.
This is my living hell
Don’t forget this days
You may as well,
For I have nothing left to give you
But this weary heart.
Letter for YouLetter for You in Letters More Like This
Dear watchers, deviants, readers, friends, mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, sons, daughters and strangers:
I've walked the surface of earth for around 20 years and in this short time I've been alive, I've seen the millennium change, money changing, babies born, old people die, wars being made, peace being made, first kisses, break ups, marriages, divorces, all kinds of weirdness.
Also, I've seen my own world crumble in front of my eyes, fire and stone raining down from the skies, destroying and burning all structures, my body cells fighting amongst themselves and I... I was just a stranger passing by with no answers for all those questions.
And I learned how to fight my demons, had to break my law so I could raise to rule my kingdom again. I’ve been up and down, cried seas of sorrow and regret for being who I am. I’ve waged wars with myself and changed the person in the mirror so many times that all the star
Guide to a beautiful LifeThere are moments in lifeGuide to a beautiful Life in Free Verse More Like This
when we miss someone so much
That we want to pull them out of our dreams
And hug them.
Dream about whatever you want.
Be whatever you want to be,
Because you have only one life
And in this one life,
There is only one chance to do what we want.
Give it enough happiness to make you sweet.
Make it hard enough to make you stronger.
Give it enough sadness to make you human.
But don’t forget the hope that makes you happy.
The happiest people
Do not have the best things.
They just know how to make the best
Out of their choices in life.
And happiness is for those who cry.
For those who are hurt.
For those who always seek and try.
And for those who know the meaning of the ones in their lives.
Life might short,
but the feelings left by us
Will last a lifetime.
So don’t play with your life,
Because on any beautiful day we die.
What do you see?I wonder what you see.What do you see? in Free Verse More Like This
All I see is a foggy broken mirror
reflecting the blue, innocent eyes of a baby
So beautiful yet doomed to be tainted like the rest of them.
All I see is shadows
dancing around the corpses we call “people”
Lost in despair, waiting to be rescued by some kind of super hero.
All I see is colors
disguising the ugly truth of mankind
Hiding the faces of murderers and rapists until they die.
All I see is dreams
the quiet symphony of life bleeding emotions still
Standing like a wall between reality and happiness.
All I see is your smile
And for all I know,
That is our future
I shall take good care of you.
Life Goes OnI love the way you sing and danceLife Goes On in Free Verse More Like This
I love the way that you laugh
But I can’t even look at you
‘Cause I’m nothing,
Nothing compared to you
So we live in worlds apart
The distance freezes and breaks my heart
But I don’t care as long as you smile
I will always love the way you say
“words don’t matter, you’ll be okay”
I love your eyes; green like grass
I love your talks about romance
But I can’t even look at you
‘Cause I’m nothing,
Nothing like you
Still I wake up
To face life again
So I won’t close my eyes
when you ask me to
I am afraid that I’ll lose you
Not a lover,
Not a friend,
What the hell I am?
I just know,
That I love to see you anytime
I just know,
That I’ve loved you all my life
It’s time to go,
But I won’t close my eyes,
It was fun
I found you, I’m alive.
Coming BackI saw you trying to smile,Coming Back in Free Verse More Like This
For the first time in months...
It's really been awhile
Since you always thought you couldn't..
I saw you appreciate breathing,
For the first time in years...
Inhaling the cold December air
Stopped shedding tears
I saw the hurt and regret in your eyes
Slowly fading away..
From the times that you cried,
And your soul began to fade..
From the time that your pain
Flowed like a Waterfall
From the time the heaviest rain
Seemed like nothing at all...
I knew that there was life
Burried deep in your
Scars and wounds....
I knew there was a smile
Hidden deep under
For the first time in years,
Since the pain had killed you,
I saw you coming back from the dead....
I saw you trying... To live again.
Love you momI woke up and I was cryingLove you mom in Free Verse More Like This
I remember the dream and she was dying
And I could do nothing, I was weak
Just a baby, lying there on the sheets
Sweet, sweet lady, who are you?
You cry so much, what can I do?
I can only watch while you suffer
And it haunts me, 'cause I remember
The baby smiled at her pale face
His father gave him then his embrace
Smile little baby, it's not your fault
Mama died, but she loved you a lot
This is the only memory that makes me sad
Still I'm alive today, for that I am glad
Thank you mother, for everything you've done
I don't remember your smile, but I know your love.
Rock BottomThey say a rolling stone gathers no moss,Rock Bottom in Free Verse More Like This
so when I shudder to a halt
The rocks in my feet continue to grind.
I feel the sand in my lungs
and the regretful mist silting in my heart
as the waves come back in
reaching eagerly for my legs, spooling, churning
over me. Rooted in my misery.
I know the rocks in my feet will help me drown.
Perfect on PaperWe cut heartsPerfect on Paper in Free Verse More Like This
into paper to make streams
That was my impression of it.
That you ripped
the pieces you didn't want
until you got something that was
It's no wonder
that I can't believe that someone
would think I was paper-perfect,
CopperThe underside of my heartCopper in Free Verse More Like This
has rusted through the shell.
Smooth tissue hangs, sodden,
through the ring of oxidised needles.
The frantic muscle
takes on water, tries not to drown,
in the body of fluids
you spat into my chest cavity.
Heavy barnacles of regret
cluster cancerously 'round 'til,
like all else, they disintegrate
with the acidic memory of you.
Flora at the PassHear me read itFlora at the Pass in Free Verse More Like This
I will never write of the cherry tree,
or think again on its impermanent beauty;
its delicate and breakable bones
or the pale flush of it's cheeks. I will not.
I will never again be pleased
to see its arms outstretched to embrace.
I won't call it my favourite,
or dream of it's presence at the momentous;
but at my wedding, there will be spring-bloom.
In my bouquet, my hair, my heart.
Enthralled in every quiet bud
of every quiet moment, cherries will be.
At my funeral, similarly,
entwined through my white coffin,
there will be the soft reflection
of its frostbitten petals. Even then.
For no matter what I am, or who,
there will always be blossom in spring.
There will always be cherries in my life;
and there will be flora at the pass.
MutantHear me read itMutant in Free Verse More Like This
I am a mutant.
| My skin does not sallow in the sun
and I do not blush jaundice through my cheeks.
| I do not have extra fingers, or toes -
although my spine;
it boasts an ironic vertebrae,
it is a long tally of the hearts I have broken
and when I straighten my spine the bones Pop out of place.
I am out of place.
| I do not have a super power,
I lack exceptionality in all but my ordinariness.
| there is a vengeful bacteria feasting -
on my shoulder places;
I Didn't Hear YouWhen you say goodbye to me - said goodbye to me. I didn't hear you. I didn't really consider the tangible loss of us. I was busy. Because in my mind I was hearing years worth of goodbyes, that run in a steady loop of vinyl to make the white noise soundtrack to my tears. I was busy listening.I Didn't Hear You in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You left me for a logical and reasonable reason. I'll never understand it. I'll never really process what your goodbye meant or how it was intended. It was lost on me. I was busy. Because in my mind I was listing all the reasons that I told myself you would eventually leave me over. It was the hummingbird heart of our relationship that behind what I would say, there was what I thought. Two very different things.
Underneath a less than gracious acceptance of you moving on, there are cracks so wide that the substance that the cracks are between becomes the cracks in the emptiness. My head is empty space with slithers of pain far and few between.
But on those cliff blades that make up the terra
HaloHear me read itHalo in Free Verse More Like This
A halo of rope around my neck,
Is the closest to heaven, that I'll ever get.
In absence of a poem.I chewed my pen to the nibIn absence of a poem. in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and swallowed the ink thoughtlessly,
but no matter how long I thought,
I couldn't say what you mean to me.
I tried, I tried and I tested,
every word in my diminutive range,
but I screwed up more pieces of paper
and happened upon something strange;
I noticed words, which have served me,
for all of my formative years,
had no power to convey my gratitude
for the times that you dried my tears.
Whenever I doubt myself (often),
You're the one who tells me I'm wrong
You lift up my chin and remind me, wait
for the good things that will come along.
I can't find a way to express how
you are the saving grace in my head.
So words can't tell you how I love you -
I hope my silence will tell you instead.
ScarsSee the sharpness of my tongue-nibScars in Free Verse More Like This
As the metallic taste in my mouth draws out
A barking cough, forced out
By the dirty nicotine lining my lungs.
See the blade of stubbornness
That slices across my cheek bone;
An amalgamation of all the times you pushed me.
See the residue in my eyes,
The remnants of all those times you forced me
And I forced myself not to cry;
Those tears condensed into a thick blinding syrup
That colours all things red.
See the crinkle in my nose,
The wrinkles on my heart
As I remember how you didn't love me. (Don't love me).
See the burns on my psalms
And fingerprints singed off
By all the times you called me nothing.
See the manacles, the barnacles
The mutations and tumours.
See the invisible scars of the Battle of Us.
Human Nature When you are young,Human Nature in Free Verse More Like This
they will treat you with the softness of spring.
They will guide you through the winter winds and
over snowy hills, admiring the brilliance of your
midday innocence; pulling daisies from the earth
just to place them in your hair. And they will
whisper to each other of how beautiful you are.
When you grow older,
they will treat you with the indifferences of autumn.
They will urge you from the complacency of your own
fleeting fulfillments, and they will watch your
brilliance fade with the swiftness of the sky. You
will shed your fragile childhood with the colors of
the trees, and you will learn to face the winter winds
without their guiding arms. And they will whisper to
each other of how beautiful you are.
When you are grown,
they will treat you with the coldness of winter. They
will leave you bare and naked before the ravenous wolves,
expecting you to fend for your own forgotten brilliance,
asking why you've kept those wilting daisies in your hair.
October EyesSuch gentle colors drip across your freckled shoulder blades.October Eyes in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A quilt of puddled watercolors soaked in auburn shades.
Spun of golden rivulets and rinsed in autumn skies,
So many endless currents swimming through your lonesome eyes.
Brushing under fingertips and over shattered songs,
Unraveling like morning glaze against my paling palms.
With beauty like October hills and hollow as the skies,
The water drops against the earth will be our lullaby.
Even Leaves Fall For YouEven Leaves Fall For You in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
beneath a crest
of autumn leaves
capturing the fragments
of a drowsy
clipping velvet metaphors
amongst the trees
of a darting sun rays
InertiaSometimes, I feel so very sorry forInertia in Free Verse More Like This
the letters that I write.
Born onto a blank page and
trapped there all their lives.
No new sites to see, no unfamiliar faces to meet;
standing in a lonely row
just to express my thoughts as words,
and yet, completely unable to express their own.
They lie paralyzed in their birthplace
lacking the ability to grow and learn.
Immovable to change for the rest of their lives.
And sometimes, I wonder to myself,
why I choose to be the same.
To Paint the MoonAnd now the days all stand still,To Paint the Moon in Free Verse More Like This
like trees after the wind of a violent storm
falls and dies.
A silent prayer hangs in the air
to be snatched up by some forgiving god.
Under the dark of the night sky,
no one is able to hear the strangled cry
of the unwilling sacrifice.
Her blood became
the color of your ink.
Slaughtereri.Slaughterer in Free Verse More Like This
Your words butcher my heart,
clawing at it and ripping it open,
though you never meant to hurt
I can feel the sting of the blade
crashing desperately through my
sternum, reaching hysterically for
my most vital organ.
And my tears streak through the
blood that has streamed onto my
face as I remember the time when
your touch was so kind, when you
told me you’d never leave me.
All I can think now is that you lied.
Winded MemoriesCoffee-stained letters fill my soulWinded Memories in Free Verse More Like This
with unwanted tears. Forgotten,
yet still falling... always at the
mercy of gravity.
Inked words on parchment
are faded and blotted with
time. Somehow still readable,
like the memory of your
It seems just yesterday, you
said goodbye, but the
date of your letter says
otherwise - just like a dream
shattered from the winds and
flying slowly in the breeze.
Battered sobs escape my lips
with heavy sighs in my heart.
Oh, how I miss you.
Quarantinei. Those nights when my tears wouldQuarantine in Free Verse More Like This
stain any and all pieces of fabric
around me, I hated myself the most. I
would fold into the arms of people I
loved and hear their soothing words
surround me, their sweet voices
penetrating my ears through my sobs
ii. I refused to acknowledge how
fictitious the voices were, how no
warmth came to me despite being
wrapped in supposedly tepid arms.
Those who had always joined me in
solitude were real in some universe. I
only wished it was mine.
iii. When at last I woke up to the too-
quiet reality I had to face, my sobs
reached their climax of hysteria.
Though the thought of escaping into
the worlds my friends came from did
occur to me, the thought for once did
not cheer me up.
iv. Ultimately, I was alone, with only
my thoughts to fill the void of
uncertain unhappiness, and I was left
worthless and alone, amidst a puddle
of my own tears. Not a single
welcoming embrace in sight.
ConfusionI feel disconnected from you...Confusion in Free Verse More Like This
but maybe the chains were never linked.
Everything's Okay, LoveWith reddened eyes and drying cheeks,Everything's Okay, Love in Free Verse More Like This
I pray for sleep to find me as I will my body to stop
Breathing is easier now;
the oxygen moves more freely into my lungs,
though I still find myself holding the inhales in too long,
as if the exhale is the climax to a song.
Wait as the melodies increase in volume
and the pianos turn to fortes.
Exhaustion takes over me,
and sleep has never sounded so inviting.
Even though the tremors lingering in my fingers,
though my heart is still slowing,
and though I worry for you,
everything I do is worth knowing you’re still alive.
Drawing CirclesMy tainted memoriesDrawing Circles in Free Verse More Like This
leave purple bruises as night
silences my tears.
I can't help but wonder if this
is what you wanted.
I feel pain at the mention
of your name, just as it was
before. Did you want me to hate you?
Did you ever care about our
Is this what it has come to?
Do you really
enjoy hurting me this much?
Void.Why am I so weak?Void. in Free Verse More Like This
Breaking myself until I shatter - caving in on my own heart.
Like harmonic memories,
I cling to the past, knuckles white,
like maybe if I hold it tight enough, the happiness of it might come back...
might stay forever.
Time is fading into the shadows,
losing the love I once thought I knew.
The night seems so fearless, and me,
so weak, so frail, so broken, so shattered.
I am nothing.
I never was, and never will be.
I am held together by string and tape, functioning somehow with a heart -
broken beyond repair.
Faded memories slowly detach themselves to become
part of the night.
Lost dreams become reanimated,
dancing to life beside my crumbled body, my broken self.
Wishes whisper in my ears,
yet they mean nothing to a hollow shell.
What would it take to bring me back to life?
Silenced TormentI manufactured glass heartsSilenced Torment in Free Verse More Like This
filled to the brim with emotions that would bring me
to my knees,
and I laughed maniacally at the way
it destroyed others. They were nameless screams
that broke into the calm
of the witching hours that haunted the night and
lulled me to sleep in the arms of demons
who only loved me to feel human.
We made love to the sound of broken hearts
and fractured friendships;
muffled sobs and blood-curdling screams,
blocking them out with frantic kisses that
stole my breath and caught my skin on fire
under their lustful hands.
Vocal chords contorted into sounds of agony
did nothing to sway my emotions,
but the demons whom I loved for false reasons
were tempted away to hear the
sirens of misfortune,
and I was left alone with my thoughts and makeshift hearts
I had yet to stuff into someone’s unsuspecting chest.
It was then that I realized
that the glass hearts I molded to perfection were modeled
after my own ever-beating, ever-hurting heart –
for I did not kn
Thoughts of Conjunctionsand every day,Thoughts of Conjunctions in Free Verse More Like This
I feel empty
like the world is too big
for sympathy of any kind.
like everyone has bigger problems
than I do
so I turn my problems away
because I don’t deserve them.
and every day,
I feel tears behind my eyes
and I don’t know why that is,
but I can’t always keep them at bay.
and they are pulled down my cheeks
leaving me dazed and confused as to
where they come from.
and every day,
i think I lose part of myself
to the overwhelmingly prominent media
and to society’s overbearing rules
that I try so hard to stand above.
and I feel myself slipping away
but I think part of me is okay with it
because slipped-away traits
won’t be missed by me.
just like I won’t be missed
by those around me.