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
The Way We LiveThe Way We Live:The Way We Live in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
We all have our own little struggles;
Pushing on forward as the tragedies double.
A life led with pain and exhaustion too immense,
I'm pushing down walls as my muscles go tense.
But these are the words that you'll never hear me spit.
I'd never say I'm 'giving up' or if I should 'quit'.
I'm really freaking stupid so just tell it to my face,
And even then I'd never give up the right to race.
I'm like a lone arrow drawn and shot from a bow,
Blustered by the winds of all the things I don't know.
I'd never figure out if I'd reach the final mark,
But I know that I'd never lose my glowing inner spark.
And that's all it takes just to keep this body going.
With calloused hands in this ocean I'm still rowing
Searching for some land out amidst a sea of black;
A wandering gypsy bearing burdens on his back.
- Chen Yuan Wen, 14th January 2013
Chasing Shadows of You...Chasing Shadows of You...Chasing Shadows of You... in Free Verse More Like This
No matter the years that pass me by,
It seems I am forever trapped.
For when it comes to deceiving myself,
I'm afraid I'm rather apt.
In the end the truth which I sought to avoid, is now knocking at my door...
A rabid rat that chews at me; one I can't ignore.
And though I might have grown this body, from the lonely years I've seen.
I'm afraid I can only chase the shadow, of my dearest Angeline.
- Chen Yuan Wen, 14th January 2012
Player versus PlayerPlayer versus Player:Player versus Player in Free Verse More Like This
Elemental artisttry, as lightning weaves through the air.
I see the bloodthirst in his eyes, the hunger for victory.
A demand to be recognised, yet soon to be silenced;
Perfect and perfunctory - my opponent made defunct...
As I stand above this dying creature;
The flicker of life soon fading from their eyes.
I smile and whisper a word of parting,
For the fool who fell where he lies.
-Unfinished piece by Chen Yuan Wen, 10th April 2012
The Human SolutionThe Human Solution:The Human Solution in Free Verse More Like This
Ladies and gentlewolves, I come before you today,
To speak on an issue that is close to our hearts.
For many centuries, we Wolves have struggled;
Continuing to seek a final solution to 'the Human Problem'.
Many of you might have heard of the horror stories,
Of these furless creatures lurking in the outer reaches.
Some cities have found them living in underground caverns;
Preying upon the young pups that stray too close to their nests.
It is sad, to say the least, but that sorrow ends today;
For it is my privilege and honour as Chairman of Lycanthropes United,
To unveil our newest means of combating this parasitic pandemic.
Three months ago our top scientist, Doctor Uriel Whitetail,
Discovered a particular genetic weakness in the Human cell structure,
When sprayed with this particular gas, 'Cynofium',
The human cells stop producing an important chemical;
Causing a quick death in mere moments...
As of today our soldiers are already prepared,
They will be
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
These Hands Are So Red...These Hands Are So Red...These Hands Are So Red... in Free Verse More Like This
These hands are now red and so slicked with this blood,
I can't even wash it in a basin of mud...
As I scrape at the skin of those demons I chase,
I am left with a smile mixed with pain on my face.
Since I swore I would savour this blatant disgrace,
Let perversion be writ in these scars I will trace.
From the tip of my shoulders to the base of my tongue,
Are the names of those sleepers so cold and so young...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 15th March 2013
Secrets Should be SilentSecrets Should be Silent:Secrets Should be Silent in Free Verse More Like This
What is in the nature of a secret?
It is not to be known, nor to be seen.
It is that which we bury beneath layers of deceit.
Why then, do we bury poetry?
why then, do we bury prose?
Why secret that which is meant to be seen,
And showcase that which is meant to be secret?
Are the words of our soul less important,
Than mere phrases designed to seek attention?
Are the words that we carve from experience,
Taken as less than a general phrase of emotion?
...No, I would hope not.
For I do as any other might,
And my skeletons are kept under lock and key.
For a secret displayed remains secret no longer;
Merely a gossip's fancy.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 6th July 2013
War TuneWar Tune:War Tune in Free Verse More Like This
I've got another beat for all my hard gamers,
Rockin' in 'Bloodfall', rank hall of famer.
Arena top ten, I'm the mage known as Ryda,
Got a femmie avatar; cute little strider.
You better come with me, if you want to live.
I'm roastin' up a storm with the fire that I give.
Meteor crash, I'm the king of all the stunners,
You better think twice if you're the knight or a gunner.
And if you talk big all them haters give you crap;
They cryin' on the field cause I bag 'em in the sack.
I'm sorry that you paid, but I went and broke your back.
Cash shop wings; I'll just rip em in a stack.
Cause even if you shellin' out dough to be the best,
I'm an Asian gamer and that's the fuckin' test!
I click at a rate that'll make you all explode.
Cause I control the lag and the inner matrix code.
And if you tried to ask me, I'd say that its a fact;
I'm Kirigaya Kazuto dressed up in black.
-Unofficial Release by Chen Yuan Wen, 12th April 2013
Misery's GardenMisery's Garden:Misery's Garden in Free Verse More Like This
Through the cold ice we trekked, the Reaper and I.
His face an ever-shifting grin, oscillating between joy and malice...
With quick, light-footed steps, he lead me to a warm green meadow.
A small hut in the distance, a little garden beside.
Where a hunchbacked man, covered in boils and open wounds;
Bearing a crooked jaw and gnarled hands, tilled the earth.
"Egh yew ooh wha gu wan!"
I was so startled by the hunchback's sudden outburst,
That I jumped and gripped the Reaper's cloak in fright,
Yet as soon as he had seen me, the hunchback's eyes glazed over;
He appeared to forget about our presence...
I had to admit, I was very curious
And I wished to move in close so I could inspect him.
Reaching out with my hand to clasp his own;
I was assailed by horrid visions.
In one instance I was a collector of night soil,
Abuse hurled at me like stones and I the accepting target.
For to speak was to open this torn mouth of mine
And that would merely draw a mocki
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!"
ParchmentI speared you with a black-ink pen.Parchment in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I tried to balance the weight
of our weare-worn shoulders.
Tried to counter it with beauty
and hopefulness , with my hopes,
persistence & with my dark love.
They came to see it in hundreds,
Droves, of similarly seeking
hope and a reason to continue.
Reasons to love, even when it
hurts. Reasons to try when the
vast weight of differences 'tween
us can't be fixed by adding
a single strike of strength
through the middle. Our love
wasn't strong enough for poetry
to save. It crumbled to nothing
but the paper beneath the pen, and
my half broken voice whispering a
tale of our forgotten, broken, love.
Another DayTonight's sky is a fiber-optic forestAnother Day in Free Verse More Like This
for us to lose our minds in,
for hopes to become the cloudscape
and for dancing to become the norm.
Tonight's moon is a promise made
to us to keep our dreams within,
for us to build a starlit staircase
and unlock that gilded cage.
Tonight's dusk is a champagne toast
for us to drown our sorrows in
and the reminder that tomorrow
our lives go supernovicly astray.
GrowthI remember the day I caught him 'gardening'. His cheeks stained cherry with the brisk wind that trotted beside him up and down the smothered garden path. He dropped a seed as his feet brushed past each other. Up and down he walked, a solemn lieutenant. I asked him what he was doing and those wide sky eyes reflected the ice as he told me he was trying to grow flowers for his mother. I looked at the seeds spilt on the snow and told him that they could never grow in these circumstances. I will never forget the clench in my heart when he responded, with a child's tongue; "I know".Growth in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
BREAKING NEWS// BREAKING NEWS: Lucy outside Greenstown Court House now where a young man has been convicted of murder //BREAKING NEWS in Short Stories More Like This
Newsdesk Reporter (Michelle): Lucy is outside Greenstown court house now to give us more on the story, Lucy, tell us more about what has happened there today?
Lucy: Yes Michelle, it's a very upsetting scene, the defendant Vincent Howard has been convicted and sentenced to 4 years at a maximum security prison for the murder of Jasper Othello - really everyone here is shocked, people were crying in the courtroom and hugging each other. No one knows what to do. It's very upsetting. Howard broke down in tears, he was obviously shocked too, it's pandemonium.
Michelle: I mean, yes, it's the same here in the studio, what do you think happened?
Lucy: I'm sorry?
Michelle: With the judge. We saw the defense put up a good case last week and this outcome was not expected at all.
Lucy: Right, yes, last week Howard's defence lawyer Maxwell Bates put fo
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;
Undying LoveShe screams, pain holding her, hands holding her hair and pulling tight, each strand reins to her conscious will. The drugs running through her system become a geas, an imposition stemming from the necessity in her soul.Undying Love in Short Stories More Like This
The tetter barked and shouted it's way down her arms, her misery congealing in her wrists and at her throat, forming a lump that pressed down weightily on her trachea until clawing a breath in was more effort than she had energy for. She choked on a sob and the angular bite of the sound released some of the tension. She fell.
The beige, tiled floor rose to greet her decrepit, falling form. Undone, as if a string on her soul was pulled, undoing the knot that was -that could've been- her life.
On the ground, she weeps as quiet as her ragged breath – or lack of breathing – and she turns, turns on her swollen elbows, and kicks with her swollen knees, trying to stand. Her head hits the bathtub side, and she sees stars, and darkness, cloud her vision. Her dizzy t
The RingsHear me read itThe Rings in Short Stories More Like This
Almost everything about my funeral was perfect. My body rested, awaiting its captive audience, in the church hall over night. A Catholic tradition only afforded to true believers of the faith.
My entire family gathered and told stories of my better days. They remembered my contagious laughter, my love for them, and how I would cheat at cards to help my grandchildren win. They remembered the best parts of me, and my suffering fell into nothing.
I'd always loved flowers, and so there was no shortage of them that day. There were more flower heads in the church than there were people, but then, most of those I loved were waiting for me here.
My youngest grandchild had a great cross of lilac and white made. It included all my favourite scents and the muted, clean solemnity of white roses. I saw her grind her teeth when another bouquet arrived in the same colours. I saw the grit of anger that her thoughtful testament, crafted fr
Chow MeinFor me the turning pointChow Mein in Free Verse More Like This
was standing in a Chinese takeaway
staring listlessly at the adverts
whilst my mother chose between Chow Meins.
The little card reading
"Industrial cleaning, including suicides"
I remember gulping back tears
when I looked at my mum and wondered
should I take the card for her?
Bridge + BoatWe are a bridge.Bridge + Boat in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You wrapped a rope around my neck and strung me to a tree, in the hopes that, if you held me taut enough, you could walk all over me. Part of this forced smile rotted and broke off. You skipped over the holes until you forgot they were there.
Eventually the piece you landed on, whilst you tried not to fall through the chasms in my mind, began to break. You hit a little harder each time, and I shook, and splinters left us both with a collection of wounds to remember our days by.
I started to fray. I thought you would tether me again, as you had once before. I remembered the days you had worked so hard to secure me to the earth, to you. I remembered the day you made me part of the pathway to your future. I remembered how proud I was to be part of your home.
I held on as long as I could, soon holes were canyons and frays were the intricate lace of rivers through a continent. Eventually the cracks met, your negligence and my faulty materials, we disintegrated.
You bought a
CarboniseI carbonise.Carbonise in Free Verse More Like This
My brittle bones turn
into pencil lead
and etch and ache against me.
I break open my elbow
and scrawl onto the walls
with the charcoal beneath.
a cave drawing of my end
onto a blistered skin
of plaster and mortar.
I rub blackened bone
to make sparks flutter
and bounce across the brickwork
The White RabbitIt's a hard thing to forget, the day your father dies. I was only eight when mine passed away. I remember, me and Copper had been playing with the new wooden swords we had gotten the day before. I didn't care much for them, but Copper did for obvious reasons.The White Rabbit in Short Stories More Like This
"Hey! That's not fair!" I squeaked as I looked up at Copper, who wore a sly smile. The sword was pointed at my throat and his foot laid on my chest. He had won...again.
"All is fair in the heat of combat." Copper replied taking his foot off me and helping me back up. "As long as we treat each other as equals no matter the loses." He smiled, what you would expect from a general's son.
"We're children Copper, I really don't find this necessary in a game of war." I replied a little irritated. My overly long white rabbit ears which I had not yet grown into ticked back in annoyance.
"Oh come on! You'll win eventually! I'll teach you some tricks. I don't want anything to happen to you when we're on the battle field when we're older."
2. LoveCopper twirled the rose in his fingers, his face submersed in thought. He was stupid for doing this he thought. She wouldn't even remember receiving it the next day. It would just be a moment of embarrassment for him.2. Love in Short Stories More Like This
Also, he found the idea of a rose as a present too harsh almost. After being picked, it is its fate to whither away and die. He had already given his tanned hands a nick picking it, why would you give someone you...cared for something that could produce them harm? Copper sighed and grasped the rose in one hand and ran the other through his brown hair. I'll just throw it away, he decided. He had only just begun to take a step when her sweet voice rang out.
"Copper? Is that you?" He turned and looked.
"Justine." He breathed, slightly relieved and slightly nervous.
"I've been looking for you all day. I haven't seen you since the parade this morning." She smiled as she walked towards him, lifting her heavy dress as she made her way.
"Yes, I guess I just got lost in all the ce
Cheshire and His BrotherMy stomach is laid flat on the branch as I carelessly picked away at the flower in my hand. The cool shadows of the forest kept my bare chest from getting burned, and I found my eyes to be more agile like this. I sighed and lifted myself up so I stood on the small tree limb. Looking down, I say I could be maybe ten..twelve feet above the ground? It wouldn't be so bad it I fell. With a bend to my knees, I leaped to the nearest tree effortlessly. It swayed underneath my weight.Cheshire and His Brother in Short Stories More Like This
I felt myself almost purr as the breeze went past my face. I was on my back now, closing my eyes. I guess you could say I was enjoying nature, but more or less I was enjoying the fact of doing nothing. My dirty nose twitched as butterfly landed upon my purple cat-like ear, and I easily grabbed it and crushed it in my hand. I know, a lot of people would think, dude, it's just a butterfly. But think of it this way, dude, it's just a butterfly. I stared at it in my hand, my long sharp nails leaving marks on it's deli
A Lonely HeartHer shoes knocked loudly against the cobble as she rushed to meet him.'Why did I chose these shoes she thought as she went. Someone would surely hear her if she had to run.A Lonely Heart in Short Stories More Like This
A dagger pressed against her chest, hidden underneath her layers of clothes. Surely, he would not be able to find it, she hoped.
"Elizabeth." She heard him call from behind her. She turned to see him there, smiling. He coaxed her in with his finger.
"I thought we were to meet in your drawing room." She said, worry on her tongue. Out in the open in a hall way. Dangerous.
"Opetian and Lokian drunk themselves into a bad state in there. I thought it would be much better out here." He chuckled to himself. His strong jaw line soften as he look over the girl. "Elizabeth,look at the moon. It reminds me of you." Elizabeth smiled weakly.
"Thank you." She murmured.
"I need to talk to you." He grabbed her hands which were like ice within his. "The rebels, it's no secret they want me dead, and will do anything to see
Another Short Story 2A music boxed played softly in the little boy's memories. Snow fell in slow motion in the London city that night as the boy curled tighter and tighter into a ball in the alleyway. He was alone, as he had been most of his life. The melody played back and forth, almost a like a lullaby of the night. A woman lived in this boy's memories. Light shiny from her in the up most brilliance. Soft chestnut brown hair flowed well beyond her waist. Her smile lit up his world. His bones showed from under his thin and ragged clothing. The boy's brown hair was filled with filth, which most boy's loved. But there was no way for this boy that he desired to be dirty no more. Dirty and unwanted. He spent days in the beginning, begging and begging for anything .anything. They wouldn't even look at him. He gave up one day when a new boy took his corner. The new boy was cuter and much cleaner. He was much more likely to be feed or even taken in. The snow started to fall heavier and heavier. The boy gotAnother Short Story 2 in Short Stories More Like This
Best FriendI tend to play with it a lot. My fingers run across it's ridges and bends. It still smelled like the ocean, a scent that without it, I probably would of forgotten. I find it funny, how it rolls around in my hand, almost like it wants to run away, but don't we all? It's so small. So meaningful. A gift from a friend, a best friend.Best Friend in Short Stories More Like This
We were at the shore, hiding from the lady who always gave the children spankings. It was a great place for us to hide, for we both loved the sound of the water lapping the beach. She laughed as we built small houses out of the sand, only to be destroyed within moments of their creation by the incoming waves. That's when she found it. A shell, white as anything seemed to get in the foggy sunless coast line.
She loved that shell so much. It always had a safe home in her pocket, with no fear of getting lost or abandoned. She carried it for three years before that one day. The day she left.
I should have been happy for her, a new home with new parents, but I wasn
William ExcerptThe wind was like a sharp blade across his face. The lighting flashed from afar in his eyes as it struck the ground. The thunder was like drumming in the distance. He leaned deeper onto the stone railing, his face distorted with anxiety.William Excerpt in Short Stories More Like This
"William?" The soft clicks of shoes entered the balcony of the tower. He put on a fake sense of composure as he turned. Trying to act ever so cold and elegant he leaned back onto the railing and crossed his arms.
"Go back inside Alice, it's late." He said dryly. The girl named Alice cocked her head to the side, her golden blonde hair falling to the side.
"Speech for yourself. Why are you out here are alone. It's freezing," She retorted with a tone of worry then added. "And why are you suited in your armor already?"
"It would be so much simpler if you used you head Alice." William said with an edge to his voice, but it was easily lost as his lips contorted was a shaking quiver.
"William?" She said, taken back by his sudden emotion.
"I can't beli-" Was a
MuteHer scarlet lips were lies hidden underneath her beauty. All men that saw her fell in love with her for that fact. Never did she utter a word though, believed that from birth the her voice had been stolen away. Many asked her for her hand in marriage, but were all refused with a silent shake of her head.Mute in Short Stories More Like This
Her father was poor, the owner of a inn. Many people the girl saw pass through the inn everyday as she cleaned the tables. People with strange faces and names, unusual vibrant colors of hair and clothing. Those where her favorite people.
One day, as she sat on the stairs reading, her father came to her with a guest. "This is William Hearthway, he will be staying with us for a couple of days, maybe a week or two, can you lead him to his room?" The boy was one with beautiful blue hair, pulled back and tied with a ribbon. His eyes were dull and distant.
"I'm sorry to be a bother, I was struck with an illness when I was a young boy, the fever took away my sight. You'll have to lead me by h
I'm Sorry His face rubbed like sand paper against the violet carpet. The room was dim, lit only by a weaken candle. His hair was sprawled out everywhere, unkept into his traditonal braid. He was a mess.I'm Sorry in Short Stories More Like This
A quite and sweet voice called out to him. His head lifted slightly, as much as he could. A maiden was holding out her hand to him. She smiled at him.
He took her hand, trying to smile. On his feet, she giggled and held up her fingure and skipped away. He stood there empty. She came back holding a record. After setting on the stand, the scratch noise of an small orchestra played.
She took him and started to dance. He followed her steps, but truly was only stumbling back and forth. All he could do was stare at her face.
No longer was she soaked in blood. Her blonde hair flowed and her blue eyes twinkled. The fabric of her soft blue dress swayed with every moment she made. He stared to cry.
The HatterThe hatter worked in the soft glow of a candle which had been burning for hours. Its wax had begun spilling onto the beaten wooden workshop table, leaving a terrible smell of lard. He wouldn't have noticed though. As all hatters, he was immersed in his work. His fingers worked diligently, softly and gently pulling the needle, threading the material of the fabric together. As simple as a hat might sound to you, to him it was much more complex. A hat can say many things about a person in his opinion. How rich or poor. How dull or creative. How hard working or lethargic. The hatter smiled, flashing his purely white teeth as the last pieces and fabric were brought together. Beautiful, he thought. A sharp rap came on the door. His lips twitched in annoyance.The Hatter in Short Stories More Like This
"Come in." He sighed. The door opened, its rusted hinges creaking. He didn't bother to turn around, he could already feel his father's eyes pierce his back.
"The bathroom smelled of dye again Algernon." His father said in a m
A lion among sheep.There are ghosts in my bloodstreamA lion among sheep. in Free Verse More Like This
kissing concrete cells &
the bedroom eyes of nerve endings.
( foreign words
engraved into my marrow, birds in my chest
& wars not yet fought between my hips. )
I've taken myself apart every night
since I learned how to swallow a pen
limb by steady limb.
Passed around by grabby hands,
a sold, & borrowed daughter;
I am a lion among sheep,
drunk on life & ink.
Ways to conquer heartbreakDance with fistfuls of roses, shred their petals one by one and wear their thorns like armor.Ways to conquer heartbreak in Free Verse More Like This
Write your secrets between the folds of paper cranes and tuck them safely between the empty spaces of your castle ribs.
Open your broken heart to hummingbirds, allow them the warmth and shelter of your arms.
Rebel. Tape poetry to your limbs, Cummings and Sandburg and Sexton.
Take a walk outside of your skin for a while, run with wolves.
Extinguish that forest fire that’s been curling too long in your lungs.
Be that lionhearted girl those snobby poets always write about.
Allow that cavern of stars in your throat to speak your truths in uppercase letters, in free verse yet to be proofread.
Write about wars and victory.
Be the hero.
Show me what the stars look like tonight.I’ve fallen in love with wars & darkness.Show me what the stars look like tonight. in Free Verse More Like This
The kind of darkness said to have made
shadow monsters of seen-too-much eyes
& the kind of war lands made of
desecrated, dandelion wrists.
I am the wind, the morphine pump
& I’ve carved my bones into stars.
I wear them around my neck
like outward sun marrow
warming my carotid pulse.
These little glow-in-the-dark blankets
aren’t enough to stifle the sounds;
but my anatomy never seemed to fit
together the right way anyway.
I think you left a piece of you in me.This tangled mess you call a heart,I think you left a piece of you in me. in Free Verse More Like This
daisy veins & sin;
She's bringing me down.
& you were merely shivering
pressing winter bones
against my sun-stricken mouth,
darkness searching for a home
buried in my lungs.
You whispered breathe me
lovely in the inhale/exhale
of carbon dioxide suicide.
She speaks only of you now,
lonely & mourning beats-
Crack open this damn ribcage;
lub-dubThere are loverslub-dub in Free Verse More Like This
I will never be able to
crawl out from underneath;
I’m caving in, lungs
no longer able
to exhale lovely things.
However hollow, I’ve got
these artist hands,
these god hands of mine
that can save lives.
What’s the point
when I’ve got little
& no one can ever seem
to find my pulse?
Heart:a rebellionHeart: in Free Verse More Like This
in her chest.
she's got skin
unworthy to write
she tapes those
to her limbs
NaPoWriMo: Day 6It’s hard enoughNaPoWriMo: Day 6 in Free Verse More Like This
to love her skin on good days,
to wide eyed strangers
as if to fill the emptiness
in her own gut;
she lives on a diet of sad stories &
you must shed your own skin
to save it.]
Depression like lipstick stainsOn some days,Depression like lipstick stains in Free Verse More Like This
you are the angel dust
settled in my bones
keeping these December limbs
& Sunday-morning-coffee eyes
But, other days-
other days, I don't know
what to do
with your tornado kisses,
rage teeth that bite
& tear at my poetic insanity.
With these miles and miles
of bodies & hollow space
between our magnetic hearts-
How is it that these light-year pulses
still beat in sync?
respiration.i am shipwrecked fever;respiration. in Free Verse More Like This
& she is denied oxygen.
i taste sirens on the shore
of her collarbones,
& salt-licked sea limbs.
but, it's the natural disaster
wrapped around her coral spine
that really has my lungs
Have You?Have you ever tasted of a true-to-life tragicomedy soHave You? in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
vacant and bleak, that you are left with a vision as
entangled as your intestines after being bloodied by
your ulcer's streak?
Have you truly ever felt so helpless that all the broken
branches, falling leaves, and raindrops make you remember
your invalid limbs and senses, that you pray for the most
wretched tornado to come your way and rip you barbarically
for the world to see?
Have you stood like a drowned cadaver in front of your own
bathroom mirror, cursing the day the universe decided your
conception, and all the hideousness of being that you are
meant to participate in and partake of?
Have you ever numbly stared at at your pale wrists for
hours on end, wondering which direction to try for next
and what word to scar deep inside your mind's eye?
Have you ever bore witness to a beloved's self-destruction as
they regurgitate and meditate while on medication why broken
babes are still breathing and increasing in population, even if
I think I thought I saw you try-- a big bangI think I thought I saw you try in Free Verse More Like This
was what I was left waging on top of a Russian roulette bed
the night the world collapsed upon itself unto
my staining inkblot eyes and your fading g-clef footsteps
hissing noises in a background of waxen black, white, and red.
I spat out every tongue in strife-striped breaths
to every statue upon every monument I had collected like stamps
at the back of my burning head, all the while my pennies
grace new penny cases as I plead with them to plead for me.
almost-rabid sea spume and monsoons rave of the oneness
in particles of posthumous composition, fragrant with notes
of skyscraper blinkers and helipads not forgetting that of
pesticide cans approaching us intravenously in a coating of
(I) dre(am) (a)nd be(lie)ve.
I want nothing but deathAfter the three hundred and sixty fifth setting sun since everything became undone, maybe now I have gathered enough pieces of my ether and stationary paper to write you a true goodbye letter.I want nothing but death in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I would write you starting with the weather today, where the skies are caliginous and the clouds are heavy basins ready to tip over in tears, much like my eyelids. I dig my toes deeply in the damp terra firma as I remember you.
I would write you in snapshot sentences. I would go about how you've converted my vision into a chiaroscuro religion; shifting all light and attention around me to focus in on only you.
I would write you in portrait paragraphs that resemble childhood finger paintings. These portraits pour recollections of the times my fingers traced the light on your face and memorized its every curve and angle, all the while wishing upon your locked, heart-shaped lips for the keys.
Your cupid's bow flung a flaming arrow
past my bone,
snagging at my marrow,
(c)loves and (c)loversi am no artist's muse,(c)loves and (c)lovers in Free Verse More Like This
i am no ship's harbor
i am no hero's weaker heel,
i am no good earth's flower
i have never been your lover
nor have i ever kissed you,
- not even once
though i dream of you (c)love-scented,
with lips shaped like a lucky (c)lover's-
kissing you and to be kissed by you
i can never profess,
not even confess
even to myself
i stay standing, (b)raving the cold nights,
pretty much batty and bootless
the absence of you weighs metric tons on my
shivering nape, and
you dam(n) me with
you are my river's boulder,
and undefined border
LongingIt is far too lascivious and cruel,Longing in Free Verse More Like This
the way the glint in
your unnerving stare commands me to come hither
yet your lips
keep pulsing with isolated, rigid greetings
like you were pushed to a dare of some sort.
But still, I know better
by the sometimes welling that form at
the corners of your eyes
- which you try your best to hide, and
by your ocean-deep sighs that
your longing goes past your matting lashes
and mascara tinted tears.
It is never easy, hiding
everything I desire inside of little words
like "Hello" and "Goodbye" when
all I really want to do is let it out,
set it free, and
chain myself to your everything
with words I shouldn't speak.
I see it in your body,
the way you wave a hand at questions
- as to somehow, deflect it all away, but
I don't believe you can swat down
a single ounce of dark temptation
rising like the harvest moon
behind your distant wheat field stares.
I live in a mirage of your milky way nape
breaching light-years away from my reach;
it is excruciating indeed
i wish i was specialI.i wish i was special in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
ever since i can remember, my heart has been stolen by a big, bad wolf-boy. i had fallen prey to his big, brown puppy-dog eyes. i thought myself in a fairy tale or at least under a spell- his spell, as he could make me feel as weightless as a feather and as bright as the bluest of sunny skies. he always had me believing, day-dreaming that by the end of the dusty road, he would either transform in appearance or deed. sadly no dwarfs neither fairy godmothers nor glass or ruby slippers could be found by my side at the grand finale. there is only me left, teetering on the edge of a highway railing, acting oblivious to my own complete breakdown as i balance myself off the feelings of brokenness and utter defeat. he has no skin beneath his breathtaking display of feathers and scales. his glossy, watery eyes will never have any tears to shed for me, for it has always been my delusion alone that has given his stone-cold soul life- one which he could have cared less for in the first place.
Please, don't give up.You’re not alone, even if you feel such sorrowPlease, don't give up. in Free Verse More Like This
Please try to calm your mind and forget about tomorrow
I know that life can hurt, but from my happiness you can borrow
Please don't cry anymore, I will help you with the troublesome morrow
Even if the bad seem to be everywhere you go
Just keep in mind that you have to stay away from what’s below
And I know that you’ll learn from these bad experiences
So then you can help those who are inexperienced
Please don’t be sad, everyone has a reason for his or her existence
You can’t ever give up, push through and have resistance
The worst thing you could do is to lose all of your hope
Just promise me that you will try to never mope
It's the new year.The year has reached the end, and I’m reminiscing the time that I spentIt's the new year. in Free Verse More Like This
From the dreadfulness I bared, to the happiness that I shared
It’s all in the past, but I’ll never forget all the many times people cared
And the future seems better to me; there could be no reason to be discontent
It’s unbelievable and unpredictable, how much I changed that year
I could barely understand myself and now I know my biggest fear
I’ve managed many of my problems; I’d say none is left near
And many reasons keep me going, which many I hold dear
As for my resolutions, I hold few, the lesser I’ve let loose
I’ll accept all my faults; it’s made my situations obtuse
Then my mind will be calm, and I’ll make what’s paramount true
I know this will be a great year; it will be amazing thanks to you
On rainy days...I look out the window and see the liquid dropsOn rainy days... in Free Verse More Like This
I hear the soothing sounds that calms my thoughts
It helps my feather heart to keep its strength
As long I keep my conscious clear my faith won’t go away
Because these are the days when I wonder the most
About my life choices and all I ever hope
The rain keeps my sanity from being overthrown
By anything troublesome and keep a peaceful tone
No LongersilenceNo Longer in Concrete Poetry More Like This
no more words will be granted
i cant help
you will not listen
so hit the door
bringing me anger
setting the fire
i wont feel anymore
my emotions are the floor
i will see your gore
watch you go insane
who is sane
tears dropping down yourself
go to hell
a total waste
out of this world
DREAM GIRLDREAM GIRLDREAM GIRL in Short Stories More Like This
This begins in a small town of a state no one has ever heard of before. Many probably have pass by this area, but know nothing of. The person we are highlighting in this village of a place is a young man named Anthony Darke. He’s a loner who has lived a sad life. He hasn’t ever has anyone to count on in his life always falling on the bad side of life. He tried being nice. He even tried to change his lifestyle in exchange for even just one friend to just be there with him in his days of torment. Even though he has been through so much drama he still kept going and living his life. He made some mistakes, but he made amends. As years passed nothing really changed in his life. Pain and misery always found its way back to him.
One night Anthony was just at his place settled in for the night. He had another one of those grey days where he felt invisible just as any other. He was walking around, all of a sudden he hears a soft knock at his door. At first he mistakes it
731 “Why’d you leave?”731 in Short Stories More Like This
I couldn’t bring myself to face those words, the simple sentence that had haunted the past two years of my life. 730 days marked by the sunrise and sunset, with each orange sky bringing the weight of tomorrow dealing with the same problem. I really had no reason to blame anyone else; I had run from the issue, and now I had to fix it. But how to fix a problem as large as this had always been the root of this evil, and even now, two years older and 730 days smarter, I had no idea.
So I walked. Now, I walk nearly all day; New York’s a pretty large city, and there’s always more to discover. There’s always a sidewalk leading to somewhere, you just have to follow it—at the end of it, there might be pain or paradise, it’s just the risk you have to take. It seems like I’m always taking risks. I took a risk leaving my old city, just seventeen and legally emancipated. I