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."
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!
Shot to HellShot to Hell:Shot to Hell in Free Verse More Like This
You know, I should probably be angry about all this
I mean, I am dead after all...
Still, I suppose there could be worse things in life
Of course, it did hurt you know; when you shot me
Oh my god! I thought I've just been shot!
The bleeding wasn't the worst part of the ordeal though
Instead, the worst part of entire situation was the feeling of slowly dying
the feeling of losing the life inside your body...
Some might say that it feels like being buried in a blizzard
but for me, it was more like jumping head first into an icy sea
I couldn't move and I couldn't speak...
all I could do was to simply hang there limp and wait for the water to fill my lungs
All of a sudden, quick as a flash, I ended up here
here in this realm of flames and smoke, dust and death, desolation and sorrow...
As the pillars of fire reached for the sky, I found myself drifing down
deep into the depths of this realm, like a cartridge spent from a gun
At first, I was confuse
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 Know You Hate Me Now But...I Know You Hate Me Now But...:I Know You Hate Me Now But... in Free Verse More Like This
Just give me a chance alright, I'll explain
To me, you're the girl that I notice everything about.
The way you laugh, the way you smile;
We got along great back then, even if we don't now.
And to be honest, I miss that...
You had the most lovely silky smooth hair
You'd give me the cutest anime girl smile
I wish I'd talked to you more about Manga,
Hell you got me started on the whole thing.
You were fantastic at drawing too
Man I was always jealous of that talent,
And I loved your drawings, like I once loved you.
I wish that you could have been a professional.
I would have bought your book every month y'know...
You encouraged me to write.
Back when my stories were shit,
Back when my poems were still baby's rhymes.
You taught me not to give in and I was grateful.
Now just let me finish alright?
I know that you won't speak to me.
That's okay, I admit to being an ass,
But the reason that I'm writing this poem to nobod
Oh No I Know A Dirty WordOh No I Know A Dirty Word:Oh No I Know A Dirty Word in Free Verse More Like This
Oh me, oh my, these are dirty words
How low-class, vulgar and simply absurd
You must be a thug, you've no sense of style
Let me sip some tea that was made erstwhile
I shall proceed to comment about who you are
and pointlessly engage you in a mental spar
I must prove my point to be whole you see
for the protection of the word is a duty to me
See I love to pretend that I'm someone pure
Never dirtied a sentence or darkened a door
It's like I'm holy and utterly clean
So don't take my tone as being mean
I'm simply trying to help you right?
Let me show you how to be a snob on sight
Never use the language meant for 'boobs'
do you realise it's a synonym for a gormless rube?
Ah ha! You didn't, that means I'm right
My intellect wins; have you seen the light?
Oh my, what are you doing, that knife looks sharp
Eek! Help! You're stabbing my heart!
And that is why I killed him your honour...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 4th September 2012
Inner BeautyInner Beauty:Inner Beauty in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
The very best of fruit
Is not the most beautiful;
But is simply sweet.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 10th May 2012
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
Immortal ButterflyImmortal Butterfly:Immortal Butterfly in Free Verse More Like This
I remember the Immortal Butterfly
Translucent wings that drank from the sky
Glittering dust would fall with every flap
Like warm tears dripped upon my tiny back
I would always chase this butterfly
as it makes its way across the sky
When I look I feel as though I can forget
The painful needles that twist into my back
I would always dream of this butterfly
and I wonder if I could ride it and fly in the sky
When I dream about it, I don't regret
Not being able to leave this tiny bed
Sometimes I can't see the butterfly
My vision turns grey like a stormy sky
I get scared during those times, because it makes me think
Of how everything could fade, before my eyes can blink
I remember when you first brought me this butterfly
You said you plucked it right out of the sky
Did you know it was the first thing that made me smile?
I'll tell you that story, so let me rest awhile...
I love...this little butterfly
It gave me dreams...of a beautiful sky
Although it was somethi
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
The Prophet's Daughter- Chapter 8The Prophet's Daughter- Chapter 8 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 8- Party Animal
At the party, Abbie clung to Andy the whole time. The only people she knew there were the guys, Sammi, and Juliet, and she was too shy to talk to anyone else. She sighed and fidgeted with the skirt of her blue party dress that had a black under skirt and ruffles peaking out over the top. Andy was busy talking and laughing with his friends, and she felt a little out of place.
“Abbie!” Jake exclaimed a little ways away from her. She perked up and looked over at him. He was sitting on one of the white couches at the venue, his arm around a girl. He smiled and waved her over. She glanced at Andy, who didn’t seem to notice Jake, then shrugged and half-walked half-skipped over to the two.
“Abbie, this is my girlfriend, Ella. Ella, this is Andy’s adopted daughter, Abbie,” he introduced. Abbie looked at Ella. She was stunning. Her long, thick brown hair fell to the middle of her stomach. Her slim figure and long legs made the simple b
The Black Army- Chapter 18The Black Army- Chapter 18 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 18- Heavy Metal
Abbie woke up to the shifting of her mattress and a heavy weight on her stomach. Her eyes shot open and she started to scream, but someone put his hand on her mouth. She rubbed her eyes and recognized the smell instantly.
“CC?” She questioned, trying to sit up. She couldn’t and looked at the weight that was pushing her into the mattress. CC was sitting on her stomach, one leg on either side of her small body.
“You owe me a ride!” he exclaimed like a child demanding his parent to play with him. Abbie could tell he was trying not to smile and she rolled her eyes.
“What time is it?” she grumbled.
“SIX? CC, why are you waking me up so early. I thought you were supposed to like sleep.”
“I do, but I’ve never ridden a horse before.”
“Ok, never a talking one,” he said innocently, giving her the puppy dog eye look and smiling.
The Prophet's Daughter- Chapter 34The Prophet's Daughter- Chapter 34 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 34- Black Horse
The door flung open a few hours later. It wasn’t right. He was early. He left the door open. Abbie heard distant alarms go off and the rushing of feet, as well as screaming and roaring. The blinding lights flashed on like lightning, shocking the tiny teenager. He grabbed a knife off the table and straddled Abbie, putting all his weight on her stomach. She looked at him, eyes wide. He held the cold blade to her neck, sweat covering face and eyes desperate.
“I’m giving you one last chance. Tell me who the last creature we need is.” He was out of breath. Abbie was about to open her mouth, when someone interrupted her.
“Abbie!” The familiar deep voice carried itself to her ears. Before Abbie could look, the knife dragged itself across her boney neck, crimson red blood pouring out of the wound. The last thing Abbie saw was Andy fall to the ground and Ashley dragging him away.
Her body glowed. She landed on all four hooves. She snor
The Black Army- Chapter 14The Black Army- Chapter 14 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 14- A Look into the Past
“So… Jinxx said something about a planet exploding?” Jake asked, his eyes eager. He and Abbie had been walking around for a while. Abbie was trying to avoid going back as much as possible, and Jake refused to leave her no matter what she said or did. She didn’t mind his company, though. She had gotten to know everyone else but Jake. He interested her, partly because he seemed different from everyone else.
Abbie nodded. “Yeah. My captors had blown up a lot of planets, I’ve heard. I only know of one, though,” she said quietly. He looked at her thoughtfully.
“How do you know for sure?” he asked. He seemed just as interested in her as she was him. He looked at her when she spoke to him, and took her seriously. She liked that. She hated when people shooed her off because she was younger or smaller than them.
“It’s a long story,” she replied.
“We’ve got time.”
The Prophet's Daughter- Chapter 14The Prophet's Daughter- Chapter 14 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 14- Stage Fright
When it was time for the guys to get ready, Ella and Lauren took Abbie to watch the rest of IAMX’s set. By the time they got there they only had time for two more songs, but Abbie didn’t care. She enjoyed herself, cheering with the other fans and singing along with the parts she knew. She loved seeing people perform and how lost they got in their music. She wondered what it felt like to stand on a stage and play your own creation in front of hundreds of screaming people that adored you more than you would have ever thought possible. Even after the band left the stage and the three girls made their way to the Main Stage, they could hear fans chanting IAMX’s name.
By the time they made it to the VIP Area, Sleeping with Sirens had already finished and Sammi, somehow, was already there waiting for them. Before they could get comfortable, CC walked on stage, kicking off the entire show. When they started playing Lost it All, Andy walked over and he
The Black Army- Chapter 10The Black Army- Chapter 10 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 10- Underdogs
Abbie woke up to the sound of the heavy door creaking open, and light flooding through the room for a few measly seconds. She hadn’t realized she had fallen asleep, but she was glad that she was still a horse. The fire at the end of the room had died out, but the lantern over her head still cast a dim light. She saw the face of the person and almost screamed in excitement.
“J-Jin-” she was about to ask to make sure she wasn’t imagining him, but he clasped his hand over her mouth and turned out the lantern.
“Yes, it’s me, but they don’t know who I am. They think I’m a replacement for the torturer- scream,” he whispered. He cracked a whip and she screamed, pretending it had hit her. “man,” he finished, winking, “I’m here to rescue you, but not for a few days, ok?” She nodded and neighed in pain, as if he had told her something terrible.
“Forgive me,” he whispered, picking
The Prophet's Daughter- Chapter 24The Prophet's Daughter- Chapter 24 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 24- A Phone Call
After a few hours, Abbie practically jumped up when she remembered she still had her phone. The truck was completely dark and the soldiers had only checked in on them once to give them dirty water and tiny portions of hard, stale bread, so she figured it’d be safe to use it.
“What is it?” Angela asked eagerly. Abbie looked around to make sure no one was there, even though it was pretty pointless, she still wanted to be safe. Once she was sure there weren’t any unwanted ears listening in, she spoke hastily.
“My phone! I still have my phone!” she whispered. Angela looked at her wide eyed. Abbie nodded and pulled it out of her pants. She turned it on and hid it under her shirt to muffle the noise. She was disappointed to find that she didn’t have any texts waiting for her, but in the confusion she probably figured that nobody had remembered the girl’s gadget, considering she rarely used it. She looked at her clock. I
The Prophet's Daughter- Chapter 3The Prophet's Daughter- Chapter 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 3- Dragonfly
Ashley, Abbie and Andy were the last to get dropped off. Abbie looked up at the rather impressive-looking building in awe.
"You live there?" she asked, pointing to it.
"I live in an apartment in there," Andy corrected, swinging the bags over his shoulder. Abbie grabbed her duffle bags and fallowed him inside. They came to the elevator.
"You've been in one of these before, right?" Andy asked her. She shook her head and took a step back.
"Well, um... don't worry. It's perfectly safe," he assured her as the big metal doors opened in front of them. She looked at him wearily, but walked inside anyway, followed by Ashley and Andy. Andy pressed the right button and they were at the floor in minutes. Andy walked to one of the two doors on the floor and opened it with his key and Ashley walked to the other. Andy stepped inside and dropped the bags to the floor and motioned for Abbie to follow. She looked around his home. It was huge. There were big windows showing off the b
The Black Army- Chapter 15The Black Army- Chapter 15 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 15- Whispering Winds
Abbie woke up to the sound of quiet chirping and sighed. She had slept on the floor of the tent, even though Andy had offered her his bed. She didn’t want to share a bed with him. She didn’t even want to stay in his tent! He was treating her like a child, and, even though she wasn’t the oldest one in the army, she was still a teenager and old enough to take care of herself. She was just as much a part of the army as the other soldiers, so why couldn’t she sleep in her old tent? She looked across the room at him. He looked so peaceful and simple when he slept, why did he have to be so complicated when he was awake? She liked him better when she had first got there, when he treated her as an equal. She stood up and quietly tiptoed out of the tent. She wasn’t going to wait for him to wake up. She wasn’t mad at him, but she wasn’t exactly happy with him, either.
When she walked through the tent flap, she stood face to s
The Black Army- Chapter 23The Black Army- Chapter 23 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 23- In the Arms of a Devil
Once they got to their place, Andy placed his hand on Abbie shoulder. She looked at him.
“Are you ready?” he whispered, looking ahead.
She took a deep breath and nodded. “As ready as I’ll ever be,” she breathed, staring straight at their enemies.
“Prepare yourselves for the battle of a lifetime!” Andy called back to his troops. The Wretcheds gripped their weapons, their black eyes fixed on the army. Abbie snorted and flattened her ears, teeth bared and head held high.
“Charge!” Andy shouted. Abbie reared up and jumped into a powerful canter, Andy behind close her. The Wretcheds ran at them, their staffs ready to strike. Nothing but the sound of cries and the clanking of weapons could be heard. Abbie reared up and landed on one of the Wretcheds, crushing its chest. She shook her head and took on another one. It hit her in the head with its staff. She neighed and snapped at it, barley missing its han
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.
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
something i should've written a year agoare you happy?something i should've written a year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
you hear that, but you don't actually ask yourself if you're happy.
you assume you are,
you expect yourself to be, you should be,
it's not important enough to think about-
because what if you aren't?
it's last summer again.
you've locked yourself out of your car
and we're sitting with our knees crossed
on the pavement in front of kate's house.
somewhere, you can hear fireworks,
but you know they're illegal because the town is too broke
to put on a show this year.
you know no one minded.
look at me now-
what if you're miserable?
july cruises in like a convertible or some equally hot shit.
standing by the sealit water,
i watch you roll down your window
to let the heat fall in.
that was the night we were under the stars
and in the sand, despite the poor blanket's best efforts.
we drank italian sodas and blew straw wrappers at each other.
we ate too much and i didn't cry.
crying came later. maybe a couple weeks.
crying came in your car when you told me
you swore to yourself
newnessi should have been wholernewness in Free Verse More Like This
the moon as it waxes
my breath as it wanes
blue in the night air,
i hope it spreads like wildfire.
i am writhing in my weak skin,
a dance like salt from the sea
in all its midnight shines.
i feel a strong beat
in my heart,
a deep breathing pulsing
in the cage of my chest.
it is like constellations,
my body, home.
it is like the whole house hums.
tonight is static electric.
if your body could talk,
it would tell you
it loves me
even if your heart doesn't.
my dead gay brother becomes memore and more i am becoming an invisible monster.my dead gay brother becomes me in Free Verse More Like This
i can't cry without an audience
i am willing to bend and bend and bend and
to just get a little
love love love lovelvoe lvoelve love love love
i will do anything for you if you just tell me you love me
i am a nobody
with backbreaking pains to become something beautiful
and if i can't have that
i want to be invisible
i want to be nothing
oh how i wish it wasn't so
as nothing as i am
i want you to love me.
constellations are just bodiesyou left me in my bed-constellations are just bodies in Free Verse More Like This
i was crying-
when you walked down my stairs
for the last time.
you were to spend the night-
you lived hours away-
until you told me
you couldn't do this
i was fine-
you were just a constellation-
until your words
forced images of my last love
before my mind's eye.
i cried before you-
i hadn't cried in months-
but i didn't cry for you.
in retrospect, as you closed my door-
it was the last time-
my only thought is
why didn't we fuck
before saying goodbye?
the vomiting crowd of coney islandthe destructive walls are shadedthe vomiting crowd of coney island in Free Verse More Like This
in grey and i am remembering
every feeling i have forgotten-
i am terrified.
this is a city that never sleeps,
the bones of my chest thrumming
like taxi cabs in the streets,
my fingers shaking
in want for comfort and solace
i am not standing
in lorca's vomiting crowd-
i am his vomiting crowd,
looking high and low
and between my clenched fists
for catharsis and purification,
for the reason of this illness
pressed against my skin,
for the indefinable sickness
i drown in like bubbles of spit
day in and day out.
i fear the restraints
i've placed for myself,
that they may not be there
or are not in fact real.
i am caught within a sticking web
of decaying sweetness,
coney island's cotton candy,
yet it is not a trap.
i am afraid of love
and that it holds me back.
i am afraid of love
because i am used to skin on skin,
when the drum beats meet.
i am afraid of love
because it is so far stretched
over these thousand miles,
that i fear it mig
barcelona is burningi owe you an apology-barcelona is burning in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
you, in the crowd,
the one panicking about reading
or the mess at home
or the sheer volume of people
pressing into you like corners;
the woman who birthed me into this world
through hours of agony
as though that wasn't enough
because doctor appointment after therapy appointment after residential stay after thirtieth pound lost,
i've put you through countless
warped into months of agony
you never asked for;
and you, oh, mostly you.
you, because as hard as i've beaten my own heart into the wall,
and as deep as i let you bury mine,
i know, somehow, i managed to do the same to you.
you left, and i left two weeks after.
every night was a terror;
every morning was a letdown.
i ached constantly
and threw myself into books
like they would become oxygen masks until i could breathe on my own again.
and here's the thing, you know,
because you would knock my legs out from under me again and again.
"let's fall back in love," you'd say,
and i would fall to
hinc illae lachrimaeyou've got wrists of an angelhinc illae lachrimae in Free Verse More Like This
bent back far enough
to welcome a silver kiss
to fall like dust
the ash of a human once born.
it's enough to
fall in love with fervor
a fever strung like faerie lights
between my knees.
you're used to resting elbows
on the shelves of my hips,
you're used to resting teeth
on the ledge of my lips,
to use me like a bed
instead of a person,
something to lean into.
i want something harder.
the first kiss of alcohol
pressing its tongue
onto an empty stomach.
the gasp of a freshly opened wound.
i don't need your pain
to make me feel worth it.
i have a favorite scar
and it is not from you.
need your hurt
to make me
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
Warholian Sociocultural Versemongering Art FantasyThe typeface on your heartWarholian Sociocultural Versemongering Art Fantasy in Free Verse More Like This
is two font sizes too small
& mine is too nonexistent.
I'm too Comic Sans
you're too Times
New Roman for
-a pompous art critic
in a backalley gallery
where vagrants build
chateaux from apple
cores & three month
-a lofty museum curator
sipping toxic pay checks
disguised as fine wine &
-a pretentious mannequin
teaching fashionistas how
to dance migraines intact
(call it hoe couture)
-a sycophant guilty of thinking
that "I louvre you" is romantic
yet innocent of doing anything
worth an empty blue box
the holiday paradox"Welcome to Planet Holiday!" A green man tipped his top hat while I exited the ship.the holiday paradox in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Why is it called Planet Holiday? Are there a lot of holidays?
"Yes." The green man chuckled. "There is one holiday, called The Great Holiday, which occurs at the end of the year."
"Don't you think that your planet's name is misleading?" I shrugged. "I don't consider one holiday a lot."
"Why not at all! We consider the eve of a holiday as its own holiday. So the penultimate day of the year is The Great Holiday Eve."
"Okay, so two holidays a year -- more than one -- but stil not very many. On my planet, we have a ton more, and we don't name it Planet Holiday."
"What's silly about your species is how you fail to celebrate the eves of your holidays. Even your traditional ones."
"Not true," I say. "On Christmas Eve I get to open one present, and my sister and I hang up our stockings with care."
"So you celebrate Christmas Eve, but why not Christmas Eve Eve? The third to last day of the year her
at the entourage camouflaged as a blind panhandleri threw ten dollarsat the entourage camouflaged as a blind panhandler in Free Verse More Like This
& four hours down
the dumps, to match
my mood. a fucking
on an invisible bunk.
i am the jealous voyeur
staring through a one-
sided mirror. two sins
out of seven. not bad
for a false advertiser,
not good enough for
sin city's standards.
the unrecyclable soirée
-i'm locked out of my house
-lust locked out of my heart
-peace locked out of its ajna
i should have kept
the padlock & saw
the recurring motif
isn't one of them)
there is more worth
in a beggar's hat
slow motion guilt or acid tripread my lips--lift the kiss print.slow motion guilt or acid trip in Free Verse More Like This
come a little closer, perfect fit.
read my heart's aortic charts,
literature for the broken arts.
read my skin cells,
sex cells, jail cells.
the bookstore sells
cancer cells. i read
this one already; it
sucks. the ending
sucks. all endings
suck. but this one
read my mind--you're on it.
inside you'll find
a boy in a closet,
carving bones from his
skeleton safety deposit
read my bone structure:
not a chordate.
cut off my patella: loves me;
break my tibia: loves me not
(i put the 'fib' in 'fibula' & the
'boy' in 'boycott' & i boycott
conversation in my situation)
of pathetic rhetoric. quickwit
logic, a magician's arithmetic.
Read a textbook called How to Unhinge
a Megalomaniac--snap my achille's heel
and shatter my back. Watch me fall like
dominos and the Leaning Tower of Pisa.
Watch me fall head-over-achille's-heels
for you. Watch me trip like an eg
congratulations, you just diedyou fucked the Grim Reaper,congratulations, you just died in Free Verse More Like This
and i won the lottery. if this
is good luck or bad grammar,
i'll never know. i'd say karma
if i wasn't so homicidal, but at
least i don't screw entities (or)
screw the academy,
i'd like to thank you.
but who are you, exactly?
or rather, who aren't you?
well, i know for a fact:
you are not the love of my life.
you are not the life of my love.
you might be the death of me;
you could be the death of love.
perhaps just the love of Death.
i heard Death got married last march.
i wasn't invited. i never am. oh well.
i bet the wedding was like a funeral--
the Death of bachelorhood. the end
of loneliness. the birth of matrimony.
i heard there was a massacre
at the reception party. one of
Death's cousins set the church
on fire. Arson, i believe. Envy,
maybe. i don't know, maybe it
was his sister, Disappointment,
or his brother, Murder. anyway,
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
out of service, out of clothesnot so fun fact #1:out of service, out of clothes in Free Verse More Like This
my heart is not fluent in Bullshit.
this is why i feel: disconnected.
dejected. rejected. unexpected.
press 2 for Amnesia; 3 for Truth.
sorry the number you reached is
in hiding. in flames. in love. in
visible. in America, not Fakeville.
please recheck your information,
and dial again. and again. again.
hang up. tear up the power bill.
slam your phone in the wall. four
calls to me is four calls too many.
not so fun fact #2:
it's the first time we've spoken in
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
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
A suicide saved.I found her in the bathtub, once,A suicide saved. in Free Verse More Like This
and as I hauled her out by her shivering
arms all I said was
"you look beautiful in red."
As though a compliment could somehow
lighten the mood.
In love, the world is collateral damage.I'm in love and it'sIn love, the world is collateral damage. in Free Verse More Like This
How am I supposed to wake up
every morning and open my eyes
and see you there,
being someone I love so intensely
that I don't know how to
write about it?
And how am I supposed
to wash my hair and
brush my teeth and
do the laundry and
all these mundane
you're in the other
over your books with
an intensity you'll
pay me later?
And how can anyone
expect me to run rationally
around this goddamned
world and pay attention
to the speed limits and
stop lights when I
have lost all
rational control over
I'm in love
and it's wiping the
slates clean for
Table for two.The car-crash-crushTable for two. in Free Verse More Like This
of my heartcage fell out onto
bitter blood and
love between the
"I still love you,"
you said, rinsing out the tablecloth,
"car crash heart and all."
Hands don't have to hurt, you know.There have been handsHands don't have to hurt, you know. in Free Verse More Like This
in my bed at night again,
only I let them in
Sick, sick, so sick of you.You lick your lips,Sick, sick, so sick of you. in Free Verse More Like This
you taste of me.
The depression I've chased
down city streets
(Like somehow, someone
else could catch it.)
now rests heavy
on your tongue, waxy
like lipstick left
in the sun
and you brush your
teeth but you can't get rid
and stale-mouth meets
last night's vodka
and you want to
sick of me.
Cruelest love.Honey,Cruelest love. in Free Verse More Like This
sometimes love means
sticking your fingers
down their throat
just to keep them alive
long enough to tell them
they're an idiot.
And sometimes love
means waking up in a hospital
bed and wishing you'd turned
left instead of right that
A letter I'll never send.The letter I keep writingA letter I'll never send. in Free Verse More Like This
to my children.
I have never told you
that I once lost you to my
that your tiny flailing
fists once made me feel as if
the world was striking out
at me through you.
I used to feed you in
the bath tub, wondering if
perhaps I could let your
weight drag us under.
I still believe that it was
you who kept me afloat.
I keep writing this letter
to keep me calm, to keep me from
hating myself for ever thinking
of you as burdens.
And someday I want to tell you
that I once lost myself to
my own sadness, and that
it was you that kept
.My dreams are lined with. in Free Verse More Like This
teeth and Quiver-skin,
you've never frightened me.
No wander about it, just lust.You were a mid-morning train wreck,No wander about it, just lust. in Free Verse More Like This
the embodiment of poetry.
& my clavicles whispered too many nothings
about your summer storm hands,
folding like paper cranes
to make wishes upon themselves.
wishes are for the weak-
do something about this quaking heart
& freezing fingers.
I think I found God then,
The rule of nines.I know more about half-moon palmsThe rule of nines. in Free Verse More Like This
than most know about
the kind that beg dandelion child,
I know about forged castle ribs & broken homes.
Myths that are half fact & imaginary friend
turned bogieman -
Fangs that tear clear through ice-bone hearts
like they are nothing but pretty paper
to be folded over, again & again & again
by the hands of quivering youths:
Icarus, the reincarnated
sky conqueror searching for warmth.
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 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;
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
August Lover,I want to wrap myself in your air,August Lover, in Free Verse More Like This
hold your secrets between my
ribcage-embrace & just
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?"
astrology.i lost my cigarettes today whileastrology. in Free Verse More Like This
sparing kisses to too many witches
with apastron blackberry tongues.
& like the scattered stars of scars,
saturn's rings whispered secrets
to the telescope eyes of these strangers
cradling galaxies between lovely bones-
( their fingertip heat
knowing nothing of intermissions. )
-this windowpane loneliness- in Free Verse More Like This
has devoured too many stars
making love to ocean beds.
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.
BleedWe wake up every morningBleed in Free Verse More Like This
Though we've got nowhere to go
Just the same desperation
And all the secrets we don't know
With that person in the hallway
With the blood beneath her sleeves
And she never quite came home
But we swear we saw her leave
And you know it's almost funny
The way we cease to care
Like she wasn't quite a person
Just one less shadow there
The smiles we cut into our faces
So no strangers see us cry
The way we hide our injury
So no strangers see us die
We judge on imperfection
On beliefs, and flaws of skin
We are raised as children
To never look within
I was worthless so I cut
And now I'm worthless to the world
I am scars and I am bruises
Not just another boy or girl
I'm too thin and I'm too broken
Hurt enough to make you stare
You know, but I'm not pretty enough
To ever make you care
Wake MeI can't live upWake Me in Free Verse More Like This
To what they want
I can't give up
I'm past the point
Where I could run
And now I don't
I wish I could
Still feel the same
Same hollow, nameless
I don't want
It to be true
I'm not alive
Not without you
I don't want
To begin again
This life would end
(I held your hand
But felt no warmth
I dreamt of you
But you were gone)
Broken Arms, Open Veins(Broken arms and open veins,Broken Arms, Open Veins in Free Verse More Like This
Starve and purge my hunger pains,
But I'd give it up, if I needed to,
If I could wake up next to you)
I'll listen to your problems,
I'll hold your hand and smile,
I'd do anything, I'd do it all,
If we could stay a little while-
Or I could get real philosophical
About something I don't know,
If you wanted, I'd fight or fuck you,
If you promised not to go.
We don't even love each other,
It's abuse, but it's a need,
Fuck it all, I hate you,
But please, please don't leave.
We suffocated each other,
And became too blind to see,
Our lies and all our conflicts,
Never meant a single thing.
(I cradle past with broken arms,
Overdose so I can dream,
You didn't give me love or life,
Just someone to hear me when I scream)
Splayed Like an AngelSlivers of blood down a broken spineSplayed Like an Angel in Free Verse More Like This
Whispers of a body that once was mine
Memories of a moment, a violent mistake
Splayed like an angel, snow white and fake
(Kill me; and give me life,
I'm dying for you,
Love me; there's only one stupid thing,
Stupid kids like to do)
Begging for these thoughts to leave my head,
There is no pain, no life, but I'm screaming again.
Bandaged wounds wake me at the break of dawn,
My skin is so cold but the blood is warm-
(It's not quite as sweet,
From my frozen veins,
The feeling is lost,
But it still feels the same)
Cracked bones pushing through the paling skin,
The last trace of life pushing it's way in,
Settling like ash on her staring eyes,
If he didn't make her scream, then they can't make her cry
(You can hurt me if you like,
I know I can't move above,
Just don't carve a heart,
Because we might fall in love)
Her last day alive, he had fallen in love,
A knife in his belt, she had fallen in love.
On her last day on earth, she had called out his na
Bleed OutAmongst all of the boxes of the life we used to shareBleed Out in Free Verse More Like This
Forgotten like old promises and things that made me care
Packed away, you've got my heart, and it is yours to take
As long as you will promise not to tell me if it breaks
If tiny little fractures start to spread, and start to hurt
If dampened scarlet roses start to blossom through my shirt
If bandaids cannot mend the wound that tears my chest apart,
Well, I wonder if the slightest pang will echo in your heart
Will you remember me?You were a fallen angelWill you remember me? in Free Verse More Like This
Broken, so they say,
Without wings, you couldn't follow
And they threw you away
So I cut you some paper wings
To try and make you smile
And like every angel will
You used those wings to fly
If we meet again
Years from today
Could you promise me
That you wouldn't fly away?
I will not wait for you
I'll leave without a sound
I'll leave you waiting for me
Like you left me on the ground
You know those paper wings will burn
If you go too high
They'll leave you stranded, waiting
Like I left you in the sky
Butcher BoxThe pretty hole they put you inButcher Box in Free Verse More Like This
Told you to run until you're thin
Bound you in white then stained you red
Plant ugly roses in your head
The cushioned heaven they apply
A little box, and feed you lies
"Really, dear, you'll be just fine."
As long as you don't read outside the lines
'Back away, and leave me here,
In this world- no smile, no fear
There is no love, there is no pain,
Hiding alone, just I remain.
I am God. I am in hell,
When I dropped from grace,
Here's where I fell.'
They shut you in the Butcher Box
Give you the key, then change the locks
An Angel, I suppose, he wears all white
Mutters that you'll be alright
He asks you about your past, you see
The walls behind him, they all bleed
And the shadows crawl up from the floor
Shading you behind this door
'Conveyer of the Butcher Box,
Bound in all, they hold me,
Worst of all I see in your eyes,
What you'd rather I would not see."
Hollow HeartsI used to be an artist,Hollow Hearts in Free Verse More Like This
But then, I used to be okay,
I think I used to feel, sometimes,
Though I'm mostly numb these days.
I have a heart carved in my wrist,
To remind me I'm alive,
But its presence just proves to me
Proves to me I won't survive.
I have 'This is me' carved in my leg,
In case I try to forget,
But the way it makes me feel so trapped,
It's something I regret.
I think I used to be an artist,
But then, I used to feel,
There was a time, so long ago,
That I once thought love was real.
Sketching hollow hearts in school books,
Slightly crooked, always red,
Today I went back, and I amended,
Wrote on each one that love is dead.
Just in case I ever change my mind,
Go back to how I was before.
I think I used to be an artist,
I'm nothing now, not anymore.
MotherJust smiling so peacefully and holding handsMother in Free Verse More Like This
With their mouths sewed shut to hide the fangs
I watch them pass with shifty eyes
And an echo in my head whispering they had to die
Rosemary cheeks like smudges of blood
The love I used to see in their eyes I know is just mud
I reach toward them and tear them apart
I press my fingers to my lips and my nails are so sharp
Marie, dear, I push you down the stairs
Being careful- can't leave no marks, no tears
Drift into a coma and I shudder 'no'
But I pull the plug myself and no one knows
Two left now- but I'll tear them apart
Emma, love, there's violence in my heart
Get into the car; we're going for a ride
Either you or me- only one comes back alive
I kicked you out by the highway with a note
By tomorrow morning you're dead- slit throat
All alone, just one is left
You are last, but first condemned to death
You were by yourself in your room, behind the shelf
I grab a belt- you cannot fend for yourself
Wrap it round the bedpost like a noose
HaematomaSunken shadows crawl beneath her eyesHaematoma in Free Verse More Like This
Haematomas of lost lambs
Says, 'I don't know where I'll be tonight,
I don't know where I am.'
She lays softly down in the gutter
To watch the cars go past
Says, 'Just takes methamphetamines
To make me go that fast.'
Smeared lipstick, flecks of blood
Shirt speckled with cocaine
Says, 'It's easy to forget,
When no one cares to know my name.'
All her burns and bruises darken
Under dying light, and budding stars
She folds her arms behind her back
So God won't see her scars.
Please....Remind Me...Falling through their split-laced curtain,Please....Remind Me... in Free Verse More Like This
Their venom-gilded web,
I extend my hand towards their bitter cackling,
Trying to hold on to my existence .
They are my blood,
They are my family,
But every glance is two-faceted,
And every remark is double its original worth.
They will never accept me,
They will never understand,
And the metallic sharpness,
Creates acid from their lips,
And the stinging denial,
Gives birth to underlying hatred.
I dance between both worlds known to me,
But I'd prefer to be in only one.
I lie through my teeth daily,
I put on a show and pretend,
And I constantly remind myself I am stronger,
I will survive their sickening trials .
If I know that I am stronger,
That I can do this until I am free,
Then why do I find myself holding myself together at night,
Crying in the corner of a chilled shower tile,
Wondering why I never feel like I have a future,
Where they will accept me for what I am doing and have been doing
Uncertainty and DoubtDoes anyone else stand at the edge of the stair and look down,Uncertainty and Doubt in Free Verse More Like This
wondering what it would feel like to never know how far the next step is?
As if you could walk blindly, and fall, sink, down into an un-foretold reality,
Lose yourself in chaos, the bitter chilled unknown
I stand here now on the edge of porcelain stairs,
Peeking downward through my ebony lashes,
I feel a grip in my spirit,
A sickening wave of dizziness rolls over me,
Knocking me back, nudging doubt deeper into my skin like a poisonous shard.
"Do I step forward? Or do I wait in this haunting pain "
Biting my lip, wringing my hands, my blood dancing loudly,
I realize my future can only improve from my past,
I have to take these chances,
And play my best bet.
Gripping the glassy banister,
I steal a severed breath,
Burnt PopcornI cremated a bag of popcorn in my microwave...Burnt Popcorn in Emotional More Like This
and it's honestly not that bad...
but each individual piece tastes like a memory forgotten,
smokey and warm, like campfires in autumn...
if I close my eyes while the soft skin of the piece melts on my tongue,
I can imagine the crinkle of fire and the sparks of fallen ashes...
the miraculous image of twirling smoke against Orion's Belt...
And the harsh, reawakening sounds of pulling the individual black pieces of wood back into the center, raking the powdery ashes into a circle, and realigning every smokey brick...
And even though we never shared a campfire before, I really would like to...
to be able feel it burn my lips when we sit too close, and to have your arm around my waist as you lean into my hair....To hear you sigh as the night lingers on, in the beauty of firey autumn winds....
All this, from a cremated bag of popcorn smoking up my kitchen...
Hurtful RecognitionsWhat torturous hearts we have...Hurtful Recognitions in Free Verse More Like This
where we fall in "like" .....
with those who are already in "love".........
What tempting memories pass under my eyes...
knowing the truth of reality...
but refusing to recognize it....
What a troublesome world we live in....
when you give and give and never receive what your heart....
The Shower's TherapyLetting the skins drape to the floor,The Shower's Therapy in Free Verse More Like This
I reveal my body to the chilled sliding glass,
Stepping away from a mottled brown door,
The sudden sound of rain across tile soothes my ears.
Each step across the icy floor, over into the light blue haven,
A breath, a gasp, the warmth of each droplet slicing my skin, my blood spreading,
My hair loops down across my shoulders,
Like silken chords of brunette hues shining,
I watch as the water slides down the ropes, and dances off into the air before thinning below,
Slowly, I'm shaking,
My breath too shallow, backing up, clearing my eyes,
I lay against the stones and let the rain envelop me.
I forget everything and listen to it rush past my ears.
I watch as it decorates my pale skin with peach dew drops,
And I envy...
I close my eyes and let this constant pounding of the shower beat down on my back,
My nerves begin to dull and I feel rocked to sleep,
tucked in by the coolness of the tiles below my legs...
When I try to stand again, in fear of sitting
These Ghosts Of RomanceSliding doors and secret corners,These Ghosts Of Romance in Free Verse More Like This
Painted skin, and hushed remarks,
I hear my heart turn over,
And shift away in expectant shadows.
I should've known of this,
It doesn't even hurt anymore really..
I'm used to this by now!
Hurt by those that mean the most,
Tricked by so many held truthful…
Numbed and poisoned by these hopeful dreams,
That you've unknowingly held in the flame of a melted candle.
These expectant shadows within my mind,
Are warmer than the hushed apologies on your breath.
Do not try to tell me you're sorry,
Don't tell me that, now.
Because I have already hidden from the creatures of my mind,
Held my breath from the ones who call for my tears,
Their flying, shrieking laughter frightens my very soul….
Do not try to tell me you're sorry,
I have expected as much...
And I surrender to hoping any different,
As I laugh to sleep in the arms of these haunting promises...
Watch them stroke my hair,
and kiss my neck so sweetly...
Do you not see,
Did He Just Say....The words drifted in the air,Did He Just Say.... in Free Verse More Like This
Like silver sugar lacing my smile,
I feel the skin around my eyes and neck warm and tint with red,
I cast down my eyes and smile,
There they are,
His fingers in my hair again,
Tapping and playing,
But all I can hear are those words
Dancing through my head like perfect hallucinations,
But he said them .he did
."We could be" ..
FrustrationI just want to bang my head against the wall,Frustration in Free Verse More Like This
and let the scars rebleed,
I'm trying to heal myself,
but never succeed.
Every word is hidden behind the secret sets of stone,
What I really mean is mine,
and mine to know, alone.
I can never be happy,
I can never be free,
I can never love someone meant just for me,
I can never exist without loving someone,
Who can never love me in return....
I just want to break every glass, every mirror, memories passed,
And every picture,
I just want to scream so loud,
that you'll be astounded,
and you'll never know,
that I can never be happy,
I can never be free,
I can never love someone that's meant just for me,
It seems that my heart chooses for me,
to fall for those I can never love....
It seems that I cannot exist without loving...
Loving someone who cannot love me in return.....
The Game of DareAfter that hour of crazed laughter,The Game of Dare in Free Verse More Like This
After those minutes of being so close to you,
After those seconds of rushed happiness,
Things wanted for so long
and eager dares
You hold me closer than before,
And you whisper in my ear,
I can smell your clothing,
I can hear your heart,
I can feel your breath on my neck,
And your arms around me,
And you whisper in my ear,
Your Own SunflowerLike a sunflower caught in awe of the sun,Your Own Sunflower in Free Verse More Like This
Turning blonde petals whichever way he dances,
Draping her body in the wind of ages,
And decorating her skin with the dew of secret dawns
Waiting and hoping one day he'll see,
How much is gathered in the whispered songs of weeds,
How much she trusts that the firm ground she has grown from,
Will stab her heart the moment truth is found
How far she stretches and yearns to touch his golden heart,
Waiting and hoping one day he'll see,
What love from a sunflower means.
I LieI don't think you knowI Lie in Free Verse More Like This
Just how fragile I really am.
You don't see me
I wouldn't let you see me
The calm silence
Always comes before the storm.
I seem fine again
But you should know at this point
That I'm a lair.
I will never tell the truth.
Because it's me
Remember it's me
That you're talking to.
You ask me what's wrong.
I won't ever tell.
Even though I've been here for so long
It's still all a haze.
I guess It's because no one cares.
but that's ok
They can't hurt me.
Because I'm a liar.
And I'll never tell the truth.
Because this is me you're talking to.
You say you're worthless.
Such a low self-esteem.
But I don't buy it.
At least not from what I can see.
Didn't know there where people like you.
But I say you're magic.
A miracle to me.
So give me one more chance
And I promise
I'll always tell the truth.
I'm not lying to you.
I'll change the way I am
You can always trust me
This is me you'r
Good ByeGood byeGood Bye in Free Verse More Like This
It takes just a moment to say
But an hour to understand
A day to feel
And a lifetime to heal.
Please Say You RememberDo you remember when we used to lay out in my driveway and stare at the stars?Please Say You Remember in Free Verse More Like This
You would say how beautiful they are
And I'd just nod
'cause I couldn't find the words to say
Stop taking my breath away.
Try to help me get through another day.
And you never saw the way I looked at you
With every love light shining in my eyes.
And all I can say now
Don't forget about me.
I thought what we had was special.
I thought it would last.
You're all I ever think of and I wish that way back then I had had the courage to stand up in front of you and say
Know that I love you
And know how special you are.
You don't have to speak
I know what's in your heart.
I wish that I could have said let's make this last forever
But all I did was smile and let you do the talking
'cause I was scared
But know I know.
That no matter what I do
I will never
In all of my life
So please try
To remember those nights
Where the only witness to our love
Was the pale moon light.
Contemplation of DeathThe idea of deathContemplation of Death in Free Verse More Like This
Is foreign to me.
The idea of sleeping for eternity
A mere aspiration.
I fear not the empty blackness there
For unconsciousness will take me.
I will not see the world again
Nor will I have mind to miss it with.
To sleep forever
It seems to me
Is not in the slightest, unpleasant.
The only fear I have of death
Is the loneliness that comes hand in hand.
I don't want to leave the ones
I stay here to protect.
LullabyClever care and simple smileLullaby in Free Verse More Like This
Silence comes to hold you in its arms
For the night.
Knowing that I can see
Any dangers lurking in the dark.
None shall harm you
Come back in the day.
Let seas and ships
Carry you away
On this night
You don't need to worry, darling.
Because I'll still be here in the morning
Pretty flowers that sway in the breeze
Little butterflies flying on yellow wings.
Bitter winters that change into springs.
Dream about these while angel wings
Carry you to sleep tonight.
Don't be sacred if storm clouds come.
Don't be worried about a bitter outcome.
Just lay your head down and fall fast asleep.
We are safe and sound in nights silent keep.
Pretty flowers that sway in the breeze
Little butterflies flying on yellow wings.
Bitter winters that change into springs.
Dream about these while angel wings
Carry you to sleep tonight.
Sleep now my darling.
Don't wake till morning.
Sleep now my darling
And be sure that I
Will be here in
The Gamewhen it started IThe Game in Short Stories More Like This
didn't really think I'd care.
It'd be just like every other time
And I would dare
Let my guard down.
Not to you.
But little did I know
I was not the only one who
Knew how to play this game.
No not at all.
I was in too deep with a better player than me.
I never thought I'd tip my hat at that.
Looks like you won.
Looks likes for once in my life I lost.
But don't get too cocky
Because that's not how it is.
I will always be
Better than the rest.
It doesn't matter if
You beat me this one time.
Because no matter what you say
You will always pay.
Because now I've learned the game
And there is just one rule.
No more hurting me
And no more loving you.
Perfect worldStars come out to shinePerfect world in Free Verse More Like This
And the moon blinks it's bright white eye.
You can hear the crickets play the violin
And you can hear the owls sing in tune.
It's a brand new world
But it's not yours.
So go to sleep.
Don't make a peep.
It's time to say
Goodbye to reality.
Go on, dream
Make the world whatever you like,
Keep the darkness away
With your light.
I'll be here
Until you wake.
And then we'll go survive
Just waiting for the chance to try again
The perfect world.
Where no one dies
And no one needs to cry.
Where we all try
To be the very best that we can.
Just one night
Could build it up.
And maybe for one night you could fall in love.
Just dream and maybe you'll see
What your dreams mean to me.
Maybe you can find a better way to say what you mean.
It's all in your dreams.
So by the time,
The sky is inky blue
And crickets start their melody
Owls begin their harmony
You'll fall asleep tonight
Maybe get some sleep tonight
Try it for jus
GuardianYou put me to sleep each night.Guardian in Free Verse More Like This
You dry my tears and all
Of my fears
Are chased away.
You hold my hand
And I hold my breath
Fighting odds that I know I won't overcome.
You are my guardian.
Protecting me from all
That bind me to this pain
Deep in my chest.
I can't breathe
And I can't see
When you aren't with me.
Don't leave me.
I need my guardians grace
To protect me.
Hide the pain I feel.
Remind me what is truly real.
Watch over me
RainIn a warm rainRain in Free Verse More Like This
I can almost see your face.
In a warm rain
I can almost hear you call my name.
But only in a warm rain.
Only when the breeze isn't cold.
Only when the trees in our old, favorite place
Only when the clouds float so low
That we tried to jump and reach the sky,
Only when the lightening starts to show
And I remember how we hide beneath that tree
Until the weather calmed.
It was a fairy tale
Or so it seems.
For everything we had in only real in my dreams.
And all the images of us holding hands
Have faded down to memories.
And I try to let them go
But we all have those things we cling to.
The dreams that keep us going on.
And I know it's a funny thing to do
But sometimes I just lay there and think of you.
And I won't be alright
Because I know I'll never be an equal to you
But I just can't help but hold on.
Especially in a warm, summer rain.
BreakingSecrets that are hidden deep inside.Breaking in Free Verse More Like This
A smile that I've mastered faking.
A simple laugh,
A quick goodbye.
This is down to an art for me.
It's easier now,
Then it was back then
When all I did was cry.
I push all my feelings deep inside
And relish in my silent suicide.
It kills me now as it killed me then,
But emotions are troublesome things.
I'm sick of bleeding from every cut.
I'm tired of crying for every pain.
I think I am slowly going insane.
But they'll never see
What it's done to me
And my painted smile never fails to stop their worried thoughts.
But alone in my room
In the deep black of night,
A whole different me can come to life.
With silent screams
And haunted dreams
And tears that won't stop falling.
I feel the darkness, my heart it's taking.
This is my art of breaking.