Someday I'd Like to Be A PirateSomeday I'd Like to Be A Pirate in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Someday I'd Like to Be A Pirate:
Someday I'd like t' be a pirate and sail across the seven seas.
I always thought it might be nice t' feel the ocean breeze.
I've always dreamt of findin' treasure, stashed away in a hidden box,
And then after I drop the anchor I'd burst open the locks!
Dubloons I'd find and diamonds t' keep, trinkets worth a life;
Or maybe I'd find a sacred sword or a really ancient knife!
But as I grew, I was soon t' learn, that dreams do not come true.
How many times have I seen a man be strangled till he's blue?
How many days have I watched them stumble, cursin' ill their fate.
When none would reach a helping hand, their heart would fill with hate.
I grew t' question th' ways of Kings who whipped the backs o' men,
More labour earned with blood and sweat while the preachers say 'Amen!'
Donations are given t' temples rich, while the poor are in the street;
So many souls are quickly trampled beneath their ugly feet....
Where first I believe the world was fair, no
This is Halloween!This is Halloween:This is Halloween! in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Boys and girls of every age
Wouldn't you like to see something strange?
Come with me and you will see
The friends I've hung down from this tree...
This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Corpses scream in the dead of night!
This is Halloween, everybody make a scene
Trick or treat till the neighbors gonna die of fright.
It's our town, everybody scream!
In this town of Halloween...
I am the one hiding under your bed;
Licking your hand with a tongue so red and -
I am the one crawling up your stairs,
Thump-thump-drag, when no one's there...
This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween!
In this town we call home
Everyone hail to the pumpkin song.
In this town, don't we love it now?
Everybody's waiting for the next surprise!
Round that corner man, Jockey in the trash can;
Hunters waiting now to pounce, and how you'll...
Scream! This is Halloween
Sadako is on the screen!
Aren't you scared?
Well, that's just fine!
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
I Like To Play With SkinI Like To Play With Skin:I Like To Play With Skin in Free Verse More Like This
My dear friends and watch,
As the feeling of life itself
Crumbles beneath each ounce of pain.
Needles slowly piercing into the body,
Paralyzing nerves and expressions.
A mask of pure horror; living terror,
Kept alive on the barest limit of the border.
Such tempting features,
Leave me eager to slip a knife beneath flesh.
Ripping soft layers of epidermal mache,
Tanned and dried, woven slowly into a loving mask.
And with my latest acquisition complete,
Only twenty spaces remain...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 28th April 2013
HopeHope:Hope in Free Verse More Like This
She waits for him
at the gates that stood when even the world crumbled
knowing that her own name will soon be forgotten
Where once she carried the weight of the world
now her strength is but the tiniest whisper
A single spark, left to crackle amongst the shades
until all is lost in the endless folds of time
It's getting colder
though she still continues to stand by the gates
She is getting older
and thus her memories must fade...
Angels gather to watch her in these final moments
and they bow their heads as a sign of respect
For even now, as the life leaves her body
Still she continues to wait...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 27th July 2012
Pirate: The Legend of Chenbeard 1 - 2Pirate: The Legend of ChenbeardPirate: The Legend of Chenbeard 1 - 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter One: Dirty Work
Release One: Pages 4 - 7
CHENBEARD RAN UP to the group of pilgrims that were approaching the stream and upon reaching their group he dropped to his knees and began to plead with them, "Sirs! Please excuse this ragged man and take pity on him," he said, his strange brogue vanishing instantly to be replaced by perfect Common. "My companion and I were waylaid by bandits and she managed to escape them by hiding near the stream. They've taken all of my clothing and possessions and though I don't much care for the loss of my material wealth, I would like to beg you desperately for a set of robes to wear. Without them, I fear I will be unable to enter the holy city and my pilgrimage will end here in failure. I have little doubt that the Gods have sent the bandits to punish me for some of my past wrongdoings, but I hope that you can be my salvation and grant me a second chance to complete my journey."
I'd Rather Be DeadYou're always asking me if I had anything worth dying for.I'd Rather Be Dead in Free Verse More Like This
I'll pose the opposite to you and ask you this:
"Why is it that you find life to be worth living?"
Is it so interesting to go through each day feeling anxious?
To the point that you feel nauseated enough to collapse.
Is it so joyous to spend each night staring at a blank ceiling,
Hearing the clock tick on toward morning,
And yet you lie awake.
Tired, but awake, emotionless, but awake...
Do you truly get up each day, facing it with optimism.
Or do you look at the news and the state of the world,
And genuinely fear for your safety?
Now, if it were me that you had asked my dear,
I'd tell you quite honestly: That I'd rather be dead.
At least I would not have to hear the white lie inside my head.
That tomorrow will bring me a 'better' day...
But of course, you are welcome to believe that.
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
I Can't Devour You, Not YetI Can't Devour You, Not Yet:I Can't Devour You, Not Yet in Free Verse More Like This
I long to taste the sweetness of your flesh,
To roll your meat between my tongue and teeth.
So many times have I come - so close -
To taking that first bite from your neck.
Yet, there is something about you,
A scent perhaps or a sickly sap.
It turns bitter upon my tongue,
Poisoning it; I am left unable to eat...
Much like the caterpillar, covered in spines,
Each bite would spew only bitter venom -
Numbing my senses and dulling the mind;
It would leave me naught but a gormless wreck!
Even so, despite me knowing of the repugnant taste,
I am drawn toward you, like a moth to the flame.
May my wings crumble in the heart of the fire -
& body be turned to dust and ash...
If only for the chance to feast once more!
Ah, my dear - I will have you.
& on that day it will be so sweet.
But for now - I'm afraid that -
I must leave this as a mere - tantalizing - fantasy...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 12th December 2012
Dragon BloodForged from the souls of the bravest of menDragon Blood in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They are tempered in the flames of eternal war
Ever will they stand against the tides of evil
For the dark shall claim no more
In the burning mountains of the Dragonkin
It is Man who swore a sacred oath
For in exchange for the Dragon's blood
Man must now protect them both
I speak of the legends; these Gods of battle
Warriors clad in suits of steel
They come as champions of a greiving world
And all shall learn to kneel
But not in supplication, nor out of dominance
We kneel in reverence of the bringers of light
These warriors imbued with the Eternal Flame
Shall chase the shadows of night
No more will the creatures of the swirling Nether
Defile the stability of our hearts and our homes
Today we stand as men of freedom
For our lives are now our own
Yet this is also a sombre day
One that is marked by the scar of grief
For some have not survived the change
But at least their pain was brief
But think not of
HeThe pile of tickets on his bedspread will tell you on which buses he’s been,He in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
which trains he took in the late-night passing hours for the half-price of a daytime ride,
watching the silhouettes of light bulbs trying to light his way like fiery beacons, but always
forgetting what the message was to be conveyed.
It is all hearsay and never seen,
like the parking tickets he never took to court, just paid offhand like another breakfast in another diner;
It is just another cup of coffee in a joint that lacks a lovely maiden to adequately fall in love with
who lacks an adequately softened heart to hit
and split open for the juicy fruit of such a sweet pomegranate.
His own heart is sunbaked, wrinkled like a craisen. He doesn’t know what that means, doesn’t know if he is too dehydrated to ever drown, just floats (floats in his bathwater, in the ocean, on the banks of sidewalks flushed with rainfall), just knows that
he doesn’t want a cranberry heart able to be eate
BaritoneI fold my shins under my thighs,Baritone in Free Verse More Like This
my face to the floor.
I insert my elbows in the grooves of my knees
like flap A into slot B
which of these instrument cases will
best suit my body.
CoriolanusThe sky is spilling my grief outCoriolanus in Free Verse More Like This
across the little piece of dirt I have managed to salvage
from the Coriolanus plant and the fat red worms,
turning it to clay once more,
and nothing will grow there:
in the earth I created from the stains on my soft jean knees
and the mobility of my right shoulder.
I sacrificed 2 hours to you, dead one,
and now i cannot arise from bed.
Perhaps it should be sad.
Perhaps it should be written:
she withdrew to bed, allowed her muscles to sag and stiffen
like air-dried socks, and could not push herself upright, but
I do not think so.
I think it's beautiful.
The WandererIf I hung myself high enough,The Wanderer in Free Verse More Like This
I could trace my pinkie finger down the milky way;
I could make the moon's watery core skip ten two-ton beats
and cause the ocean to ripple as it stepping-stoned over shores.
I could make the sun blush the most beautiful crimson just one last time;
at the very least
I would burn myself
like a moth:
drawn to street lights only to slam my face
against the invisible, boiling
An ApologyI've never known how to writeAn Apology in Free Verse More Like This
especially someone I love.
Here We AreI’ll bury myself in your canker sores; your noon-day blistered, sun-baked lips.Here We Are in Free Verse More Like This
I’ve seen your wrists but never your palms, never laid in the dark with articles strewn about
with air flushing my lungs open on off-beats as you do rim-shots: a, an, the, of, to.
I’m inside your insoles.
I’d read through all your scrapbooks
to understand what you believe to be worthless and
probably agree, if it’s what you needed.
I can feel you like my smoke alarm:
a black wire, a red wire, and a white wire
kinked and protruding from the hole in
my living room wall.
Of StaircasesI bind myself to wordsOf Staircases in Free Verse More Like This
by glue or thread,
even as the growing bitterness of winter
and lack of sun
threaten to coax in a dampness,
There is a sort of desolate beauty
in the harsh structure
on insomniaMy mind is weak,on insomnia in Free Verse More Like This
dragging itself as if on hands and knees,
draping its wirey appendages over bedframes
wheezing and clutching at the dark spots
in my vision
as if respite
Rhapsody in WhiteƒRhapsody in White in Free Verse More Like This
||: I pump this extra lung
as a distended portion of myself;
a two-piece aperture
that expands like a bellows
and pushes, with feeling, back into me.
My heart beats are likely
palpitations, but they crescendo,
I know they do.
Timpani are best when tuned
to the exact,
even if we must wait,
poised on the ictus of the first note,
as you drag it, nails first,
from sharp♯ to flatb.
No one else would ever know.
My shoulders are bared for the first time
in a long time
as I slink into the chilled vinyl of uniform,
and you are the first to gaze at me //
as if I am more than puzzle piece limbs
and a ready tongue.
A cello bow
has the same sounds
as a finger around a water-glass
when it is drawn slowly up
the singing surface of a vibraphone. : ||
I can taste the timbre.
The Prohet's Daughter- Chapter 1The Prohet's Daughter- Chapter 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 1- Homebound
“Alright! Let’s move! The van is leaving soon and we still need to pack up all of these supplies into the trailer!” Andy shouted. Abbie walked up to her new foster father, her black duffle bag in her hand.
“Ready to go?” he asked. She nodded and handed him the bag.
“Remind me to take you to Hot Topic or something when we get to L.A.” he said, examining the almost-empty bag.
“Not my fault I escaped those terrible monsters with only one outfit,” she shrugged with a grin.
“Everything done?” Andy asked, his light blue eyes scanning the empty camp.
“Yup!” Ashley replied, jumping out of the van behind them.
“And we’re the only ones left,” CC replied.
“Great! Let’s go!” Andy smiled. They all piled into the van except Abbie. She looked at it wearily.
“Something wrong Abbie?” Sammi asked, poking her head out of the open van door. Abbie tugged at her
The Black Army- Chapter 1Chapter 1- FearThe Black Army- Chapter 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Abbie’s tall, strong, figure raced over the barren landscape, her heart pounding was almost as loud as her hooves. Her bay figure raced against the sun, hoping to beat the sunrise before the dangerous world around her began to stir. She could hear the men waking up and smiled. She was close. Only a few more minutes until she was in the safety of the camp. She glanced up at the sky, the sun starting to peak through.
“No, no, no!” She exclaimed in a loud whisper, increasing her pace. Her cover would soon be blown. The general told her not to allow herself to be late, and she feared that she wouldn’t be able to fallow orders.
She could see the black flag in the distance and she slowed, almost there. Her ears pricked and she hid her smile. Only a few more feet…
Safe! She almost neighed for joy, but she stopped herself. The general had told her to show up as a human, so she shrank down to her tiny, young figure. Her tattered clothes and s
The Prophet's Daughter- Chapter 7The Prophet's Daughter- Chapter 7 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 7- The Bus
When Abbie, Andy, and Ashley arrived to the tour bus the next morning, Abbie wasn’t sure what to expect, but she definitely didn’t think she’d be living in a giant bus that could hold over 20 people. Her jaw dropped to the car floor when they drove up to the parking lot.
“That’s our bus?” she asked. Ashley and Andy laughed.
“Yup!” Ashley exclaimed. They all got out of the car and ran onto the bus. CC, Jinxx, and Jake was already there.
“Jinxx!” Abbie exclaimed, running up and hugging him. They had grown closer throughout the time Abbie had been in L.A. He and Sammi were her best friends.
“Hey, Abbie!” he laughed. Andy went to go check out the room.
“How’s life been?” CC asked.
“Since I last saw you? Pretty much the same,” she laughed. Andy came back out to the front of the bus.
“Looks like we’re going to be sharing a living space again, kid,” he sai
The Prophet's Daughter- Chapter 38The Prophet's Daughter- Chapter 38 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 38- Never Again
“I’m not sure where she went,” Jinxx said, walking around his yard in hopes of finding the young girl. He was close, she could tell.
“I don’t see any holes in the fence, and I think we would’ve noticed a one and a half- ton horse being stolen,” Ella replied. Abbie bit her lip to keep from making noise.
“She’s probably behind that bush,” Jinxx chuckled, making Ella laugh as well.
“Yeah, because I’m just so scary,” Ella joined in. Jinxx moved away one of the branches jokingly, expecting to find nothing. He jumped back when he saw the girl.
“Abbie?” both of them exclaimed at the same time. Abbie lowered her head and climbed out of the bush.
“Well, as I said before, we’re going to try to help you. I figured we’d start off small and work our way up,” Jinxx said, getting his composure back. Abbie looked up at Ella. Her head pounded. Her eyes widened and sh
Starzzzz Academy- PrologueStarzzzz Academy- Prologue in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Dear Ms. Skylar Skier,
We here at Starzzzz Academy are proud to inform you that you have been accepted into the Academy’s class of 2017! Congratulations! Only the best rock fans get the opportunities to attend this school. Your test score was on the top ten list for this year’s participants! We would love to have you attend high school here, if you chose to follow through with your original plans. Before you make a final decision, we advise that you read through the benefits and requirements of our school and make sure it is the right one for you.
Requirements and Benefits
When major concerts are in town: No homework may be assigned and the next day is a day off. There will also be a field trip to the concerts. 5 students are randomly chosen to interview a band member. Moshing and crowd surfing will result in extra credit and all attending students get VIP access as well as discounted tickets if purchased through the school.
Fan Fiction: Students taking fan f
The Black Army- Chapter 7The Black Army- Chapter 7 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 7- Town of Terror
“Abbie! Wake up!”
Abbie groaned in complaint and rolled over. She felt herself be shaken roughly.
“C’mon Abbie! Wake up!” she heard CC say. She opened her eyes to see CC peering over her, a big smile on his face.
“CC?” Abbie questioned, sitting up. She rubbed her head and looked around. She was on the bed in Andy’s tent again, though Andy was no where to be found. She saw Ashley behind him, chewing a big wad of gum.
“We found a town,” Ashley grinned, showing off the pink candy.
“Yup. A big ol’ town!”
Abbie stood up and stretched. “What’s so good about a town?”
CC gasped. “It’s not just a town. It’s a town that supports us,” He smiled.
“Plus a town means supplies, and hope. They haven’t been taken over by the Wretcheds and they’re ready to help us all they can,” Ashley added. Andy walked through th
Prophet's Daughter- PrologueThe legend of the horse girl was known by many. Some loved her, others felt like she was a demon, but all she wanted to do was find her place in the world. Then she found The Black Army, a place where outcasted individuals could come together and fight against the Wretcheds, a group of ferocious demons out to rid the world of individuality and freedom. She joined them in time to save them from losing the war and became close friends with its leaders, the Prophet, the Deviant, the Mystic, the Destroyer, and the Mourner. Not to mention her roomates, the Mystic's girlfriend, and a crush that turned into an unlikley love story. She and her horse-like powers managed to help the Black Army defeat the Wretcheds and bring back all of their injured and deceased to full health. She also managed the charm all of the Army's leaders so much so that the Prophet took her in as his own child to start a fresh, new life with him in the wonderful city of Los Angeles. This is the story of the Prohet's DauProphet's Daughter- Prologue in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Black Army- Chapter 2Chapter 2- CampThe Black Army- Chapter 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Abbie yawned and opened her eyes. She stretched and looked around. She was in a dark room, close to the floor that smelled like sweet, green grass. A crack in the middle of the room let a small stream of light in, and she soon realized she was in a tent, not a room, and it wasn’t just any room, but it was Andy’s.
Suddenly, she remembered what had happened. The rest of the guys and her had talked about battle strategies for the rest of the day, and then they celebrated her arrival afterwards, but she couldn’t remember what happened after that. Her heart raced with fear and she looked down at herself. She let out a breath of relief when she saw that she was still fully dressed and her body seemed untouched. She wasn’t sure where Andy was, but decided it wasn’t very important at the moment. She yawned and turned around, finding Andy’s face inches away from her own. His head was propped up on his arm, and he smiled at her. She could smell
The Black Army- Chapter 13The Black Army- Chapter 13 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 13- The Tables Have Turned
When they got back to the camp, the rest of the guys were waiting for them, though Abbie couldn’t find Ashley. She spotted Jinxx and smiled at him. He waved back. Abbie sat up tall and smiled. Andy was a tall dude, and being on his back made her feel taller and stronger.
“I could get used to being this tall,” she smiled looking down at CC.
He laughed. “You just about are as a horse,” he noted.
Abbie thought for a moment. “I guess, but it’s cool being this tall as a person… and not having to use my legs,” she grinned.
“So you like getting a piggy back ride?” Andy asked enthusiastically.
“Heck no! I’m actually terrified right now. I just like being tall,” she replied, trying to slide off his back, but he kept a tight grip on her.
“Not so fast,” he said, making her pout.
“My turn!” Ashley said from out of no where. Abbie looked around but before s
The Prophet's Daughter- Chapter 15The Prophet's Daughter- Chapter 15 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 15- City Lights
Once Black Veil Brides left the stage, Abbie’s stomach got tied in knots. They were so close to the stage, and Abbie was almost certain the scary man was in the band they were about to see.
“You’re an amazing singer can I have your autograph?” a deep voice whispered in her ear.
“Hi Andy,” she giggled, turning around and momentarily forgetting her fears.
“Are you ready to hear some awesome music?” Andy asked. Before Abbie could answer, the band walked onstage. To Abbie’s dismay, the last person onstage was the scary man. He hadn’t seen her yet, but she doubted it would take long for him to since she was so close to the stage.
“Hi Abbie!” a girl’s voice said behind her. She looked up at Andy, who smiled and nodded.
“Go ahead,” he mouthed, nodding towards the girl. She turned around and smiled at the brown-haired girl. Her light green eyes were surrounded by thick rings of win
a like poemI want to write a love poem,a like poem in Free Verse More Like This
but I only want to be in love
if I have someone there with me.
I romanticise the efforts
of pressing pen to paper,
painting pages personal
and colouring them
the same green as your eyes-
that's something that never
strikes me as common,
as something permanent
or a given
like a constant variable.
to wake up,
and see the lids like curtains,
thick and deep like night,
I feel like I am a film photograph.
and when they open,
sealed with sleep
and more honest than ever
before a single wall can be erected,
I see a poem
as I begin to swim,
in place of writing it down,
I smile along with you
and we readjust
to be closer and enfolded
like paper cranes
in the other's arms,
with a connection,
of lips and teeth,
we drift off again
to a sultry sleep.
between two months is two shorti like to think of you.between two months is two short in Free Verse More Like This
sometimes you are a butterfly,
wings stretched back
in long arcs,
bones breaking into flight
behind your protruding chest-
you are beautiful.
i find myself sinking
into the irish kills in your eyes,
the gaps in your smile.
i touch the cauterised cuts
sealed by metal and fire
on the backs of your swollen knuckles
and kiss your crooked lips.
in two months you will leave.
in the wake of st. valentine's sacrifice,
i will send my heart to war with you.
look beneath your pillow
and find it there;
look in the space between your walls
and there it will be;
look within your chest, beside your own heart
and there it will stay.
look me in the eye
and tell me what it's like
to be loved by me;
i want to know that the way
you make my bones ache
with swells of ardor
i want to know that the way
my mouth dips into the
hollow of your neck,
finding its pulse at ease,
mariah's love songi feel a firemariah's love song in Free Verse More Like This
somewhere within me,
hot and licking
a tongue that misses
it is not a body.
it is something.
the kind of something
that grows legs,
tall and bare
like the rest of our
that we tuck between
the same something
that lulls us to sleep
with no more contact
between our nude frames
than fitting ourselves
in the nooks,
and wakes us with the
eleven o'clock sunlight
and the smell of frittata.
wiping the sleep from my eyes,
i don't mind
if the eggs
cumbersomei cannot say what i need to say,cumbersome in Free Verse More Like This
there are many, many things we cannot talk about:
the military, its ploys,
its gunmetal toys;
the way a gap in the teeth
draws a crinkle like cellophane
to a face once filled
with green eyes and irish love;
the r's thrown deep into
the dirty water in which
boys with lesser sense
might find themselves;
the greenery and celtic landscape;
you in full-
i cannot talk about you
because i miss you so much my heartache has a heartache
like acid reflux burning my body
and it is just so unbearably sad
that none of this can be fixed
because in less than a week you will leave me for years
and i will be left to grow roots
in some unwanted, rubbish-filled lot in the city
that i am now afraid to enter.
alpengloweverything hard-kept in the heart is falling onto paper. each word so well-fought to be kept within the chest becomes a snowflake from november skies, but the winds are unseasonably warm and a fire is kindled inside each bone in place of a bitter chill.alpenglow in Emotional More Like This
there are ten thousand things i can never tell you.
the way that wars are fought, i wage battles among my selves to keep the quiet. you will never hear my voice, too soft like the pillow beneath your head each time our bodies find each other, say how my breath becomes a porch swing when we touch and i sway.
i can never call you by any name, given at birth or given by heart. you will never see my cheeks flush fires when asked what you are called, or feel the tremulous tunnels i do as your mouth twists into the shapes of words like "beautiful," or "babe."
i cannot tell you of the poems i write to keep my lips locked tightly; not even a winter wind can howl through its denseness, not even the chimneys stoked to keep the c
spoiled little girli have turned my bodyspoiled little girl in Free Verse More Like This
into a void
so that i can love
instead of my heart.
i feel nothing
so i feel nothing
but your skin has not
in a week
and it has me
loves completely vanilla,
though there once were poems
of red clay and sun;
kisses with no ridges
and i cannot seem to
find a way to stay captivated;
touches when i cannot remember,
so i run
when i see the silhouette of his face,
like nightlights or fireflies
of a dark room
i seem to have almost
i think you have spoiled me terribly
because i feel nothing
and kiss no one
and no one
has touched me
the first poem i wrote since i told you i love youthe star-soaked stainsthe first poem i wrote since i told you i love you in Free Verse More Like This
that covered our nudity
gives way at last
to a tequila sunrise,
so low in the sky;
it's still bright enough
to sting my eyes,
and yet i can't bring myself
to hate it.
your body next to mine,
every effort is made
to move a heavy limb
because any space
is space i don't want.
i am sometimes humbled
by my feelings,
the way they swell
in my throat
just how the ocean
tastes the shore.
there is always something new
to find hidden in my heart,
summoned by my words,
or the salt of your skin
wearing like wind on shale
i don't think i can ever tell you
i love you enough.
if i could, i would never get dressed
so that you could never be sad-
a rewind every time
my clothes touch the floor,
never anything but nude, not naked
because with you i can be bare
i can let you see my entirety
and leave my arms uncrossed,
i can let you in
and not fear that you will break me,
or force my inner things out.
i can love you with open arms
and my lip
why jk rowling embodies depression as dementorsi wanted to talk to you about happinesswhy jk rowling embodies depression as dementors in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
but i don't think anyone in this room is qualified to talk about something
they probably don't know much about, and
how it spends most of its time
seeping out of your skin in whatever ways it can
because maybe your body is too toxic for it.
that's when you start having your moment.
the moment when you're not sure
how to be alive,
when strings become nooses
in the stars of your eyes,
thin objects mock your bones
and the instruments of your heart
act like knives thirsting for blood.
pavement shatters underfoot.
the cracks become teeth,
sharp and unfriendly as you pass;
they're grey, great sheaves of skin.
the world is alive, but unfriendly and cold.
so we sink back into what we're used to.
the way settling into sadness
is like settling into bed after a long day.
so they put you on everything they can find.
prozac, where you stayed miserable.
abilify, where you stayed miserable.
seroquel, where you stopped eating
when being treated for having stoppe
virgin culturethere's a little more to love than lustvirgin culture in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and a little more to a person than a label.
you can try to sum me up in five words or less and you'll find those words,
but you won't be able to reduce me to them.
you can't turn me into something that can be thrust,
down the grapevine
when there's something more to me than the colour of my eyes or the size of my chest.
and that's something we could all do with remembering.
but this is the culture we were born into.
where the length of your hair is more important than the sincerity of your words,
and nothing matters as much as the kardashians' latest scandal or talking some hot chick into bed.
i'm nineteen. i understand. but i'm frequently finding myself writhing in my own reassurance that i exist.
my name is melissa, i am a liberal, college-going female who doesn't remember what her own house looks like but remembers her childhood telephone number
and i'm not sure if that's ok. is it normal, am i the only one in this goddamn world wh
a letter to ethanyou're fifteen minutes away.a letter to ethan in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
that's a quarter of an hour, that's ten miles, that's space enough that i never have to see you again.
but still i feel my heart beating like a rabbit's foot against my rib.
i'm a girl still in denial
of being a woman with
breasts and hips and a womb.
i'm a child with my heart and i will surrender it foolishly
to the first boy to give me roses and push them into my hair.
i don't know how to love,
the way i don't know how how to stop.
but let me tell you this- it happens.
they both do.
i loved your fragile brown eyes like i'd never seen a warmer fire.
i sank my bones like an anchor to your earthly vessel and called it home.
i staggered home drunk every weekend we were together
by word only.
and i felt myself falling apart when i sighed
with sleepy repetition as we exhausted the same jokes as ever,
just a million miles different.
my mind drifted but i loved you.
the feathered finches in my chest were beat
wet scribbles, tattooed tragedyI am shedding my skinwet scribbles, tattooed tragedy in Free Verse More Like This
like the poetry that bleeds
from your ink-cracked lips
onto the bare bones of my
Unfold these moon-shy limbs
that chase silence
& beg stay-with-me.
For you are the only verse
hidden within this labyrinth
of scar-damaged flesh.
I miss you, and i can't say i'm sorryI miss you in Free Verse More Like This
because these slender, spider fingers
ache to trace the curved letters of your name tag,
emily. i notice you write everything in caps.
( have i ever told you
how much i enjoy saying your name, -EMILY. )
you are screaming to the world, quietly.
but we, we are mid-morning whispers
over stale, back room coffee,
silent eyes, and window pane love.
these hearts were runaways once;
hitchhikers on a trail to nowhere.
you shared pieces of yourself with me then,
emily, between beats and bathroom stalls.
you were a gargoyle under the heat
of july summer. evenings were our playground;
rose garden beasts lingering in feverish night.
GravityGravity,Gravity in Free Verse More Like This
Autumn wanted to learn
So, the galaxy of dead trees
coiling in your lungs
devoured her spine.
a lifeline wrapped around
her neck like a noose;
an orange and red
& you said "God bless your
heart." like some divine
higher power could forgive
her for loving you.
DracoIt was the unwritten poetryDraco in Free Verse More Like This
dripping from her eyelashes
that made me love her.
She was a sinking ship,
and I longed to descend
into the watery depths
of her eyes-
I could hold
It was the bruises sleeping
on the curve of her hips
that called to me like hungry sirens.
Licking her salty lips,
I traveled the scattered freckles on her back.
Shaping an angry dragon as if together,
we were part of the sky, all long-limbed,
tongues and teeth- she whispered,
"Do you know the story of Draco?"
It tastes like love.I could speak of her in riddles,It tastes like love. in Free Verse More Like This
in aged, anatomy textbook terminology-
but, I wont.
You see, I cuffed this angel to my bedpost.
I sank my teeth into feathers she wore like a cage
and asked if I was dreaming, because Love,
you're not holding me. If you only knew the you in my head,
every night--tearing with these heavenly fingers
at the cracks in my sanity- you would allow me this!
Her tongue tastes my tears; nails clawing, clawing, clawing-
she takes away my pain,
but she doesn't belong to me either.
"We are but wolves.
Tell me, what does my blood taste like?"
dust.I'm chokingdust. in Free Verse More Like This
on the ink-dipped fingers
of verbs & metaphors
still lodged in this bruised,
paper crane throat;
of your words,
still kissing my ribs.
How can you judge me-
when you don't bother
to read the naked poetry
beneath the temple of my flesh?
How long can butterfly
ankles hold up a
Don't bother whispering
your secrets to nebulae,
not even the dust in my veins
will listen anymore.
I want to forget names,& faces,I want to forget names, in Free Verse More Like This
I want to forget their veins,
fingerprints forever burned into my eyelids;
wrists I can't look at
without longing to tear apart.
Spine full, and spiteful:
I want to cry
roses in my midnight tea
for these star collapsed lungs.
I want to cry for her
& for me.
she wont allow me the courtesy.
Hear me howl.Tell me again, Father,Hear me howl. in Free Verse More Like This
I’m the perfect daughter-
when all I want to be
is the crescent moons
resting like strong soldiers
in the grooves of my palms.
I am but
quaking with frostbite,
numbed with rage.
A wolf's jaw:
locked, teeth tearing
into the chilled flesh
of your neck.
FrostI am devouring chaos,Frost in Free Verse More Like This
chasing it down with winter's chill.
Spare me your fingerprints,
summer's lovechild. Those knowing owl eyes
have me second guessing the wild churning
in my bones. You are the sleep that sweeps
my eyelashes, drowning me in my own daydreams.
When was it...
that you plastered yourself to my ribcage?
You.You told me onceYou. in Free Verse More Like This
you would break my stars,
tear them from the sky and devour them
s l o w l y.
I neglected to tell you
they all had their own feelings
and your bruises form my own constellation
in the quiet valleys of my firefly skin.
I am the milky way.
And you, my sweet-
You are nothing more
than a dead star
with a pretty name.
a marriage between modern alchemists at TiffanysRemove your wedding ringa marriage between modern alchemists at Tiffanys in Free Verse More Like This
& go back inside your cage
(the one on my bed tucked
deep within my fantasy). I
am Rumpelstiltskin's ex-lover twice
removed; I spin clichés into gold &
recycled vows into gold bands that
smother your fingerbone. The left
hand, the one closest to the heart–
connected through arterial ellipsis–
it clenches the scarecrow ribcage I
once loaned to a farmer's whore. I
pulled out the last straw
like a Jenga block. A tug
or two to remind myself
that I'm not made of tin.
Take off your jewelry & skin
like a size-one stripper. The
imprint etched around your
metacarpus now a hickey &
for the grand finale I shall concoct you
an aphrodisiac fresh from my brewery:
LovePotion #You. I'd offer you a sip if
another tongue had not already coiled
around yours like a wedding ring.
i just hope you'll remember meFINEi just hope you'll remember me in Free Verse More Like This
don't write words like
'you' or 'we' or 'Devin'
because not even my
name is important to
you. and apparently
i'll forget you in time,
but oh, you're wrong
in so many ways, yet
it feels so right. left?
i always mix them up.
only talk about yourself.
only tell me stuff i know
already. only love me if
it's convenient for you--
but i'm not; i'm immoral.
assassinate me. i am an
ass, twice, i'm in (h)ate:
not in (love). or in both.
in deep shit too. though
you, on the other hand,
are in denial (i also am)
i may not be an elephant,
but i will never forget you
this is why dodos are extinct:i want to fly.this is why dodos are extinct: in Free Verse More Like This
everyone says dreams will always come true,
as long as you don't give up. as long as you
reach for the sky. as long as you keep doing
whatever it is you want to do, you'll succeed.
practice makes perfect,
but perfection makes a
fuckload of people hate
(love/want to fuck) you.
still, i want to fly.
and if there's a will,
there must be a way.
maybe i'll follow these hawks;
maybe that's the right way . . .
i will learn to fly,
even if it means hunters
will mistake me for a bird
and shoot at my wings,
shoot me down to Reality.
i will learn to fly,
even if it means migrating in the winter
to a place so cold nobody could live in--
a place so cold my heart would freeze--
in that case, i'll have to be a penguin.
i will learn to fly,
even if it means abandoning a full nest
of eggs, a pretty hen, or a loving igloo.
even if it means getting confused for a
falcon and scaring away the sparrows.
(but i don't mind; i don't like sparrows.
sparrows taste like hope a
raise a family with a strangerlet's grow each other together.raise a family with a stranger in Free Verse More Like This
we'll adopt twenty-six kids: one
for each letter of the alphabet.
the first thirteen will be girls;
the last thirteen will be boys.
we'll neither give them middle names,
nor use uppercase letters. and they'd
leslie and oliver and victor and ellen
would be quadruplets; they'd form
hearts with their hands and smile
with their eyes closed. they'd be
our favourites, but we wouldn't
tell them that. we wouldn't tell
them that, but they'd still know.
sure, we'd go bankrupt. sure, we'd
go insane. sure, we'd go everywhere
at all hours at all ages but at least we'll
Salutations, Disaster, Kill Mehello,Salutations, Disaster, Kill Me in Free Verse More Like This
the world ends the day
you forget who you are
the world ended
with world war ii
the world will never end
as long as we're kissing
you've got armageddon
written all over your lips
(let me lick the catastrophe clean)
i don't believe in greetings
or apocalypses or eternity
in world war nineteen,
will you hold my hand?
you don't believe in propaganda
or conspiracies or happy endings
you don't believe in saying
i'll set my birthstate on firei had sex and you turned seventeen.i'll set my birthstate on fire in Free Verse More Like This
happy birthday. i bet you're a virgin.
you never told me when you were born,
but i never told you i fucked a stranger.
when you said "having a bad day?"
i wanted more than anything to tell you
it was great until i came into the classroom,
i wanted more than anything to tell you
my mood is all your fault,
i wanted more than anything to tell you
i should've picked the right side, not like
you'd even know what i meant. not like
you'd even notice. since you do not like
me in real life as much as in my dreams.
i'm (sorry sorry that) i'm
the bicycle's third wheel
just lagging behind you,
so don't wonder why i'm
not helping, not worth it
just falling, just useless.
don't include me in your "we"
when i prefer my asymmetry
to your unreal expectations.
i'm sorry i don't meet them.
i'm sorry i'm not perfect.
i'm sorry you don't meet
my expectations, either.
i'm sorry i expected you
to rationalise my reality.
i'm sorry. i just rea
im the supreme ruler, measure the size of my stormi am the viceim the supreme ruler, measure the size of my storm in Free Verse More Like This
president of virtue,
clenching the dear populace
with acid reigns
floods fall from the
i am (the) sin king.
strangle the rain,bow
down to me.
drown for me.
all hail the me!
all sleet the me!
all snow the me!
weather you want
to or not
i am your god;
l'histoire de notre "histoire"to start, you should knowl'histoire de notre "histoire" in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
i think your physique is cute,
but that's not the point.
the point of this poem,
growth development aside:
that i want you to
write me a story
where i'm your main character
and you're the truelove
the clock struck ten so i struck it back ten timesI murdered your great grandfatherthe clock struck ten so i struck it back ten times in Free Verse More Like This
clock because I wanted to kill time.
Waving a cigar in its minute-hand,
the antique bled kerosene. I set it
to military time then on fire. I saw
the secondhand smoke; ironically,
the hour-hand burnt the quickest.
The napalm timebomb reached 0.
"How does the defendant plead?"
"Guilty of all charges."
This is a confession: I am the arsonist.
I also raped a Rolex who cried "STOP!"
So now I'm doing time for doing Time
while the year-hand on my pendulum
prison sentence slowly ticks me off &
tocks about me behind my back & to
be imperfectly honest, there really is
travel back in time and buy you a bouquet of poemsYou must be April,travel back in time and buy you a bouquet of poems in Free Verse More Like This
because I'm a Fool
I would run across
a toxic sky for you
until I reach
you are the pot of gold.
I am the the pot of cold
winter lullabies and old
spring memories, a pot
I stole from a Marching
leprechaun, St Pa-trick,
revenge for p
petals from four-leaf c
lovers and shamerocks
loves me, loves me not,
leave me, leave me not,
leaves fall off forget-me
forget-me-nots and I
hate flowers and I hate
you, April, for bringing
showers that may or may
not bring May flowers,
but I live in the past.
My calendar shed its skin again,
like how February fired St Cupid
who fired his arrow in my heart;
two dead calendar p
Now it's the first of April, of you-
neither St Valentine nor St Patrick
will make this month any better
so let me jump off this rainbow
like a diving board in your cage
(drown in April Showers)
I hate holidays and seasons
and April-especially April-
and I'd say I hate you
Love letter to myself.Small handed girl,Love letter to myself. in Free Verse More Like This
you've written the truth
of your scars wherever there's
space to write it
and I love you.
They painted over
the rape you wrote about
on the front door of
your Uncle's house
and I love you.
They took the floorboards
of your bedroom out where you'd
carved the shape of your
father's fist into their
and I love you.
You shook the sand of
your fifteenth birthday out of
your hair and into a jar
you keep under the bed to
remember a girl with crooked
teeth and bony knees who
fled and flew
and I love you.
You've built yourself into a
fortress with nothing but your
fingernails and shredded skin
and you let him in when he
waited by the door instead of
forcing his way
and I love you.
Quietly suicidal."Those things'll kill you,Quietly suicidal. in Free Verse More Like This
"I'm counting on it, sweetheart."
Things I'll tell you when you're older (4).There is never a wrongThings I'll tell you when you're older (4). in Free Verse More Like This
time to love someone,
but sometimes there will be
the wrong someone who
will love you the
Haunted.The nightmares are backHaunted. in Free Verse More Like This
and they end with your face;
always asking why I didn't follow
when you left.
Clockwork.She shows up unannounced.Clockwork. in Free Verse More Like This
Her shoes in one hand and
her heart in the other;
butterfly wings and
mud strewn on the carpet.
"I don't want to talk about it."
And I wasn't going to ask, but
She steps over the welcome mat and kisses my cheek,
"you need to shave,"
she says as she drops her shoes and her
heart in my hands (flutter-stopping clockwork).
Feet up on the dashboard.We're driving and I don't know where.Feet up on the dashboard. in Free Verse More Like This
I know that once upon a time
beauty and terror happened to me all at once
and since that night I haven't been able
to tell the two apart,
and I know that your left hand is
more beautiful than your right, but your
right knows how to touch me best.
"every mouth I've ever kissed
was practice for you,"
and I said,
"darling I don't care,
I've kissed them too."
And you know that what I mean is
I've kissed the ashes of their memory from
your lips and shovelled them from between
your teeth with my tongue,
that I'd pry
them from the back of your throat if
I thought you'd try to hide them
And we know so much
and so little between us, it's
enough to keep us driving
through the night.
Feet up on the dashboard,
headlights and streetlights and endlights
we just keep going,
no feeling has ever been
as final as this.
Honestly dishonest.I'd kissed you seventeen times before they tore meHonestly dishonest. in Free Verse More Like This
away from the coffin.
This could be tragically romantic but I'm lying;
I wasn't allowed through the chapel doors.
Sadistic masochism.I want you to tell meSadistic masochism. in Free Verse More Like This
about every terrible thing you've
ever done, every cruel deed you've ever
wished on another human being, or
inflicted on an animal.
Have you ever kicked
the dog when he's down?
I want to know if you're as ugly as me.
I want to know if you
were glad when your
sister fell ill,
that meant your
father stopped slipping
into your room at night,
too busy drowning
medical bills in
I want to know
if you've ever plucked the
wings from a butterfly,
just to watch it die
without the sky.
Because I've wished
harm on others,
things I thought
planned and designed
to break the human spirit,
but keep the body in tact.
I've never acted on this sadism;
I'm too masochistic for that.
You lo(i)ved inside my chest.We made loveYou lo(i)ved inside my chest. in Free Verse More Like This
(once, twice, and
I stopped counting the
in the middle of winter
and pretended neither of us were
casualties when we collided,
a heart-on collision,
I keep the room you rented
from me empty,
I don't think about you anymore,
but I don't think about you
Don't Sing to MeVicious trepidation and the silver breaking in,Don't Sing to Me in Free Verse More Like This
Tears, shaking with vibrations of my pale and broken skin,
Nothing here to help me know how you stopped my guarded heart,
And nothing that can make me smile without tearing me apart.
Love was never true to me, until you made me feel,
You taught me so, you taught me hate- you taught me pain was real.
I know you gave me everything just to rip it from my bones,
I know you played a saviour to me so you wouldn't be alone.
Perfection isn't precious, and it never lasts for long,
You wrote all the lies you felt for me into a nameless song.
I've severed all the nerves now in the hand you used to hold,
But I still don't know how you cut me deep enough to make me feel so cold.
(No one worth the time to know,
'I hate you',
Will ever go.)
(And no one worth the breath to say,
'I love you',
Will ever stay.)
ErodeShe holds his hand intrepidlyErode in Free Verse More Like This
She does as she is told
Though the blood that stains her ankles
Hasn't yet gone cold
But she will smile for all the strangers
As she stands out in the street
From her eyes fall silently
The secrets she can't speak
Father whispers quietly
"Daughter, don't you cry,
Remember what I told you?
No one loves you more than I"
With her blonde hair torn and tangled
And her blue eyes stormy grey
She's so pretty in his grasp
But she never stays that way
So she clings tightly to his arm
She's nothing if he leaves
For no one else will love her
Who will love her, if not he?
Between the ashen trees of fall
And down the cobbled road
Father's footfalls echo softly
And all wishful dreams erode
(Through the rusted iron gate
Behind the splintered door
Where Daughter cries and screams at night
Where Father is the law)
PoisonI can smell a bitter poison in this clotted airPoison in Free Verse More Like This
I can't tell what it is, but I know it's there
And there's a woman walking on the water with outsretched palms
With fresh red blood sliding down her arms
The words "NEVER AGAIN" drip from her lips
As the blade cuts apart her fingertips
Her frozen voice calls me in the dead of night
For me to follow her down the path, and out of sight
To a place by the water where the widows go
Where the weeds that spread the poison slowly grow
Footprints in the meadows and in the sky
In a place where the guilty go to die
I ask 'will it hurt' and she says 'no'
My blood hits the ground and she lets me go
I turn and run into the darkness, till I'm alone
But in the dead of night she calls me home
SexIts not rape if you say noSex in Free Verse More Like This
It wont hurt, if you say so
And through the tears and through the blood
Cracked fingernails, hair caked with mud
Through the red, and through the rain
Through the blisters and the pain
Ill wash my scars clean of your dirt
…I will show you who you hurt
Kill The InnocentLittle girls with Barbie dolls and sharpened pocketknivesKill The Innocent in Free Verse More Like This
And gentlemen that try to make them swoon with empty lies
Little boys with plastic toys, learning how to bleed
And bitches that will take from them everything they need
Could you try to take my hand, and lead me far from here?
Or lace my coffee with cocaine so I don't even feel the fear
The depression leaves me anxious, and sleaves stained with my blood
It's not too pretty when it dries
But I'm pretending that its mud
With my scars and fucked up family, I'm the modern teenage dream
Drug user, drunk, rape victim- you know, the modern teenage scene
(Touch me where it hurts) Another stranger. Different name.
Different place, a different face,
But the screams all sound the same.
Forget It AllI am falling, but it's fineForget It All in Free Verse More Like This
I'm enjoying the view
No one's going to tell me I can't fly
Cause I won't listen to you
Don't tell me I can't heal, it's not real
And I'm fading fast
I don't like it, but it's taught me
To enjoy it while it lasts
You're out of my reach, and my life
And I never said goodbye
I'd like to say I'd miss you
But I didn't want to lie
You made me learn to hate myself
We couldn't get along
I taught myself, and I know
I know now that you were wrong
So when I step over the edge
You can tell me that I'll die
I'll close my eyes and spread my arms
Cause there's a chance that I might fly
FleshRotting flesh tangled in the rusted chainsFlesh in Free Verse More Like This
Drinking my blood to fight the hunger pains
Blinded in the dark with my blackened eyes
Says I'm looking so pretty, tonight, he lies
Dim light glinting off her reddened lips
Her paling flesh lined with festering rips
Ice blue eyes staring into mine
Suspended by the hooks forced through her spine
My fingers twitch and my eyesight blurs
He tells me that my screams sound 'just like hers'
The blood pools beneath me as I drift away
But he beats me and he breaks me and he makes me stay
Her hand holds mine like a dying child
She whispers, whispers, and she asks me why
I say 'you're so pretty when you cry'
Her tears turn silver in the fading light
He says he'll keep me with him till the last star dies
Says I'm looking pretty, tonight, he lies
'You can't keep me forever, can't keep me for long
If you just close your eyes, I swear I'll be gone'
He's deadI still think of all the time we spent outside at nightHe's dead in Free Verse More Like This
Just you and I
And when it got cold, you said
'That's what it feels like to die.'
You weren't really bitter
They all just saw you that way
And you didn't even bother to try explain
That the world's just that way
And I really missed you
Of course I did
When they came to me outside my home
I guess it was a fear of mine
That I'd be left alone
Without you here beside me, I swear
Home just isn't home
I pull the knife still, back and forth,
It hurts less than you'd think
If I slice a vein, it's all okay
I'd love to die today
Even if you always said
It's like a crime to die this way
Your memory, still, tormenting me-
See? The cutting is like ecstasy
The time between 'just once' and 'twice'
Is all it takes
To turn virtue to vice
BulimicThin,Bulimic in Free Verse More Like This
Like razorblades and credit cards,
Heavy eyes, she's all I see-
I'd love it if she'd crawl my way,
And take a hold of me.
(She is my perfect poison,
Her breath laced with the cure,
And the less I want her,
Well, I just need her more)
I get hooked on the sugar,
That drips through teeth and lips-
No, I don't know your name, but I,
I'd love to take a trip.
(Within my veins, her venom wains,
I start to sweat and shake,
The need, the nails, to break the skin,
I wither in her embrace)
Clotted beads drip from my throat,
She whispers in my ear-
"I'll take you to hell, and further still,
But you'll die like this, right here "
You, Just YouYou ..you make me think of,You, Just You in Free Verse More Like This
Soothing lavender-colored cloth,
Twinkling indigo, midnight skies,
The first taste of autumn in a warmed coffee cup,
Hazel scented steam twisting everywhere
Fiery eyes of gold and dreams of silver hair,
A glinting smile, a smirk .
The softest touch,
And inked vines coiled across softer skin,
Sleeping lilies and koi fish across bronze tinted plates,
And the comforting hand, the reassuring gesture,
For fear of metallic insanity .
Peeking from behind silver scales,
Towering above like sharpened swords,
Smiling to myself,
I watch your careful eye,
The weight of your shoulder against mine,
That determined smirk, again,
And a new look of awe.
Have I brought that smile to your lips, my friend?
Am I the one that brought that beautiful treasure forth?
I follow, step around, and raise my eyes,
Looking away, I feel your steady hand on my back, once more .
Something tugs at my spirit,
And a shiver on my porcelain skin,
Please tell me I'm the on
My Label/ Hi, My Name Is...Sometimes I think I need to wear a label,My Label/ Hi, My Name Is... in Free Verse More Like This
That will tell you what is wrong with me
"Hi, My Name Is:
Easily loving, falls to quickly, doesn't know when to stop, tries her best but can't succeed, and only wants to hold someone's hand to feel that hand on her shoulder when she cries "
The ink would be smudged across as if written in haste, a couple letters bolded in spots as if trying to fix a mistake So many mistakes
The edges would be peeling as if to forget I ever existed all together
Sometimes, I think I need to wear a warning
So you will know ahead of time that I'm too broken to repair too lost to be found too hurt to heal and pretend to smile, often .
So that when you don't like what you read, I can just tear it away, and write another
But no matter what I try, my name is always the same .
Here, In My HandsH e r eHere, In My Hands in Free Verse More Like This
In my hands
Barely holding on to my flushed fingertips,
Is a dream.
Just an ordinary day dream,
One held precious and known only to me
But within this fantasy, is a hidden promise
A promise and a question,
H e r e
I cup my hands and let the starlight ruffle it's feathers,
Like a bird of thread, with eyes of gold
Do you understand how fragile it is?
If you unravel it enough, you will find what's left of my heart,
Since I broke it in two for you.
H e r e
Underneath this twilight canvas,
I hold my hands up to you and watch your eyes change,
Don't you understand
Don't you even have an idea
Of what this delicate wisp of a daydream,
It's What I'm Here ForLast night, I dreamt that a friend of mine was crying.It's What I'm Here For in Emotional More Like This
The tears of his confusion so beautiful against his cheek...
His eyes so hurt, so lost....
I needed to help him....to be there for him...
I spent the whole night dreaming that we sat somewhere as we were lost in the darkness of our feelings,
holding him together,
keeping him from falling apart....
I didn't want to do anything else,
he needed me...
There wasn't any talk of confused kisses,
Or quick jokes to cheer up his wonderful smile,
We just sat there together....
My pale hand across his face,
drying the tears of yet another lost heart....
That's what I'm here for I guess....To love all, with all my heart.....and fall apart myself, as I hold everyone else together....
You Amuse MeHow do you amuse me?You Amuse Me in Free Verse More Like This
Simply by being here.
For some reason,
I can't help but smile.
I can't help but enjoy myself when you're around.
I'm smiling again...
You say things that bring out my buried laughter,
You say things that patch up my scarred heart a little bit each day
How do you amuse me?
Simply being here,
And for some reason,
Laughter truly is the cure
So yes, you amuse me,
And please, please don't ever stop
Strawberry Kisses and Chocolate AmberSubtle traces on a window's pain,Strawberry Kisses and Chocolate Amber in Free Verse More Like This
Smokey wisps of vanilla's tune,
Amethyst sheets in an emerald grove,
And strawberry kisses on my tongue.
The sweet red juice coats my lip,
And bites bitter in sweet innocence,
The wind braids my hair in youthful strain,
And I drown in pools of chocolate amber.
The magenta flower blooms with a glowing core,
A feeling never felt before,
And wraps your whisper 'round my spine,
And the drums beneath the skin dance wildly.
The slow march down the crackled trail,
Leads to the ending dusk and dawn,
The last kiss you paint upon my lips,
Reminds me to hold on.
Bittersweet BloodHer twisted smile,Bittersweet Blood in Free Verse More Like This
That glaring eye
How astounded I am of the control I have over my expression
Because she is standing there and making up excuses
Too scared to let me go
I know she's trying to be careful and loving and protecting me from harm,
But I need to do something!
She has to let me do something, or I'll never do anything!
And she tries to stand there and catch me in the lie I've twisted so carefully no flaws
I have her cleverness, her intellect, I can match it mostly.
I know how to hide my true nature from her accusing eye.
You wicked woman that I love with all my heart,
Why do you dance to this horrid tune?
My life is a lie, hidden from you,
Because you refuse to accept what's true.
You live in the past and never succeed,
You never regret or require a need,
And any time that I have with him is so much more calming then you know
And I don't understand why I can't just live by my heart
Nothing is as serious as you play,
No one look
CanvasThe staining ink of your darkest Sharpie,Canvas in Free Verse More Like This
The bitter scent both relaxing and startling
The gentle tug of felted tips and pen on skin
Just rest my head down,
Let the shivers take me,
I wish you could experience something similar,
But I wouldn't know how to explain,
How wonderful it feels,
When I become your canvas.
Closing my eyes,
I listen to your steady breaths,
Your soft but precise movements on my skin,
My arm stretched across the cool wood,
My knuckles lightly touching your chest
I think, if I lay still enough,
I can feel your heartbeat through my skin
When you set that ink upon my skin,
I forget about everything bothering me,
Everything hurting me
And let the shivers consume me,
When I become your canvas.
How Bad I've Got ItI never know how bad I've got it,How Bad I've Got It in Free Verse More Like This
How much I'm diseased
Until I can't stand to look at my own face in the mirror.
I never know how bad I've got it,
How much I'm lost .
Until I prefer the shadows and hope that I'm invisible.
I never know,
Until I write.
I never know,
Until I go to sleep .and can't stop thinking about
How bad I've got it.
Don't patch me up, don't hold my hand
Because you're content you're happy you're
And no matter what I try,
I'm always deceived by my thoughts
Always thinking I mean something, when really I meant something else .
And no matter what I try to feel,
No matter what I try to tell myself
I never know,
Until I force myself to walk away so I can breathe
The Curse of The Flame PrincessDo you ever hear stories about that one girl with a curse?The Curse of The Flame Princess in Free Verse More Like This
How she loved with all her heart,
Gave a piece away every day,
And received so little in return?
Her curse was her heart.
Because once she finds someone she loves,
Her blood begins to burn like a dragon's tongue,
Her breath short and tight,
Her skin shivering and writhing like a snake's impatient skin.
Her heart was her curse.
Because whenever her love would hold her close,
A hug was comforting and warm,
A small kiss was hot and sweet,
And she could feel the fire rising her in her soul,
The lava that was her blood building up and threatening.
She feared nothing more,
Because she knew she would go up in flames,
And cremate the bones of her beloved.
She was oh so terribly scared,
That she would mess everything up,
And that feeling of boiling desire,
Scared her senseless because she needed to keep it a secret.
She needed to be unknown.
Not a single soul,
Could know her cursed heart.
That was her curse,