6/7/13 deathdeathdeathmy touch6/7/13 deathdeathdeath in Free Verse More Like This
can destroy cities, continents,
like a bitter Helen of Troy
valued for things
she doesn't hold dear
it can rip the fabric
of our very existence;
it's the coldest frost
of a summer dawn
rusting you until
nothing but red ashes
Helen's a venus flytrap
careful, cautious, take it slow
she'll eat you alive
nobody will even miss
I am Medusa
hidden behind a mask
snakes cling to my
oh, sure, I'll let you in
just don't expect
to be let out again
I'll turn you cold
I'll make you stone
5/21/13 notes on creativityyou have5/21/13 notes on creativity in Free Verse More Like This
permission to flourish
as you're contained:
4/18/13 (something about the ocean)rain that4/18/13 (something about the ocean) in Free Verse More Like This
drips from dead leaves
promises of circles,
6/23/13 disjointedI am comfortable with the knowledge6/23/13 disjointed in Free Verse More Like This
that I taste, smell, feel
like cigarette smoke and white flowers,
like gin and sleepy incense.
but compared to you,
utterly unaware of the fact
that you taste, smell, feel
like guitar strings and the late night,
like sweet, milky coffee and
wishes for better, unbroken things.
5/9/13 distance across polar verticesmy words, trapped on5/9/13 distance across polar vertices in Free Verse More Like This
the bridge between thought
and ultimate delivery
are caged further still
in a circumpolar whirl
a seasonal disorder
of conditions and perspectives
what's your choice of
when is it full?
5/16/13some lilacs5/16/13 in Free Verse More Like This
like they were
think I am
7/2/13 swift sandstoday is the second of july7/2/13 swift sands in Free Verse More Like This
and i still have no idea about time
grandma is flying 3000 miles away
on thursday, probably at 4 am
she's gonna stay forever
daddy lost his job last month
and got a new/old green car
still sings the chainsmoker blues
momma's got a brand new boy
she likes to sit on the poolside
and she loves to swim at night
little sister is twelve and a half
rollerblading with all the other girls
then dreams from her suburban window
tiny brother is eleven since yesterday
his favorite color is no longer pink
and he reads too much for his age
I'm gonna be fifteen in ten whole days
and I've already made too many mistakes;
Daddy and grandma are bleeding,
Momma hates who I've started to become,
I see little sister and tiny brother
maybe twice a month,
I'm gonna be fifteen in ten whole days:
never had I ever thought that things would
be quite this way.
I'm gonna be fifteen in ten whole days.
6/23/13 homehorizon/horizonhomei do not feel6/23/13 homehorizon/horizonhome in Free Verse More Like This
i feel like
wasted years, or
an open drawer
a little trapped,
a little like
a young bird
in a broken cage
6/18/13-6/20/13 the fool's nothingTo no one of great importance:6/18/13-6/20/13 the fool's nothing in Letters More Like This
Everyone eventually comes unto suffering.
Some have never experienced it before, not in the blatant, painful way it can come unto, and it comes unto them bearing a sort of shock, like slipping into water with an extreme temperature. Some slip unto suffering like restful sleep, like the embrace of a loved woman, like a coma they're never quite sure they'll wake up from.
And then there are some who knew it was there all along, and it's coming unto bears no surprise, no shock or temperature change at all. Yet it is not like falling asleep, either. They are awake when it comes unto and when it departs alike.
John Green tells me, "The only way out of the labyrinth of suffering is forgiveness." I accept this unto myself.
People are labyrinthine in nature; especially in their nature of suffering. The brain pathways are still a mystery to humankind, neurons that hold pain receptors and nerves like handfuls of sparkling precious things, things more precious than j
5/28/13 clenched fistseven god doesn't understand5/28/13 clenched fists in Free Verse More Like This
all the sinners' plans;
he makes it so goddamn easy,
why would they want it
any other way??
I'm no daddy's girl:
even momma can't love
so they scream and shout
insults and personal injuries
raging abundant, yet they--
they wonder why I feel
so completely, utterly displaced.
TriumphTriumph in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
triumph for the King
His truth will be acknowledged
all shall be revealed
ChaosChaos in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the Queen of chaos
frays, rents, rips, eliminates
a complex decay
ResurrectionResurrection in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
i see the world with new eyes
now it all begins
Memories of WarMemories of War:Memories of War in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
What is this long-lost memory inside?
Where oceans turn; what have we left behind
With star-burned wings out above the sky.
The sleeping sons are lovingly left to lie...
A thousand tears you've cried for all,
Now its time for you to fall!
Will you open up the door,
To the future we ignore?
Are you simply lying broken,
From the memory awoken;
Are you simply living lies,
Bitter taste with ropes you tie...
And the world will soon forget.
Fill my heart with this regret?
For the victims written in stone.
Unspoken sin you now atone...
Yeah I've seen this world where we livin' in pain,
Wrap my body round with chain.
Now we both know we be broken;
Give this man his smokin' token.
Held up guns with both his hands;
Not a boy he's cause he's a man.
Order comes by a suit and hand.
Will you flee or will you stand?
This is a memory of our war,
Of all the things that we can't ignore.
And staying blind to the cries of pain...
Will lonely ashes be what remai
These Words Aren't PrettyThese Words Aren't Pretty:These Words Aren't Pretty in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My verses are ugly and I admit to the fact
I can't use pretty language when I'm working with rap
Because the things that I write, are just the things that I feel
I ain't an Edgar Allan Poe or a Danielle Steel
And I'll be honest with you, I've got an envy inside
Because some poets got a flow that's as smooth as the tide
I read some stuff that they write, it's just so dope I ignite
Burning shame and my anger at the beautiful sight
And like birds of a feather, they're flocking together
These poets are the Gods and I'm nailed by the weather
But as the rain pours down, lightning resound;
I try to write pretty words but my lips remain bound
So deeply silenced by fear - the darkness I hear,
Afraid to be unloved by the ones I hold dear
I've hit the limit of time; my lyrical crime
These words that I've lived are just turning to grime.
So I wish I had their talent; just a sliver of that
If their skill was a mountain then I've broken my back
It's like t
I Once Loved...She was beautiful.I Once Loved... in Free Verse More Like This
And twas I who loved her...
I held her in these hands,
Like a warm blanket,
Comforting and kind.
But she was a bitter poison, toxic and deadly.
No antidote to her venom;
I wasted away with delirious eyes.
A coward they called her,
And it was the truth!.
But to save myself, I would have her bleed.
Her heart a raw panacea;
Crunched between my teeth...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 22nd July 2013
Six Words for a SlumpSix Words For A Slump:Six Words for a Slump in Free Verse More Like This
You're tired, unable to create anything.
You feel angry; the anatomy's wrong!
Why won't these words come together?
"Nothing's right anymore, my hands tremble..."
Yet the solution is fairly simple...
I'm showing it to you now;
Break up your ideas, smaller sized.
They come together, like in Tetris.
Rotate the blocks; shape your art.
Draw chibis and stick figures too.
Instead of epics, try a haiku.
How about a six word story?
If your mind is blocked, overheated.
Let it cool; take it slow.
By attempting all the smaller things,
Your art is sure to grow.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 5th January 2013
I've Changed (Yeah right)I've Changed (Yeah right):I've Changed (Yeah right) in Free Verse More Like This
You know, I tell myself everday,
That I'm going to change - that I'll be different.
'This isn't the same; I'm not the same,' that's what I tell myself...
As I sit in front of the computer, praying time doesn't move.
Coward, you're weak and you'll always be weak! You bloody disgrace...
I pick up some new magazine, get inspired,
'I want to be like that guy,' is what I think to myself.
I give it a try for two or three days - I quit.
Same old shit again...
Making up excuses? It's what you always do, you gutless wonder...
I try to reach out with my hands,
Seeking something, anything that I can find to help myself hold on...
But I don't find it - I just find myself,
Sinking back down into the same black swamp - I'm drowning.
Awww, what's the matter? You gonna cry, you gonna cry?
Yeah, I've hit rock bottom,
And you know what? It feels pretty damn good down here.
Nice, warm, comfortable, familiar.
No pressure, no problems - just like everb
How to Insult PoeticallyOnce I happened upon a callow young lass,How to Insult Poetically in Free Verse More Like This
Who apparently thought that it was cool to be crass.
And she turned her tongue upon the profession of writing;
Apparently she felt that it was in need of a smiting.
Though her raving and ranting made very little sense,
She seemed to be taking a rather harsh stance.
Apparently her pain was too great to be understood,
Far beyond the comprehension of this man from the hood.
So I stood there in swagger, clad in my bling.
While she behaved like 'Moon-Moon', in search of a thing.
She spouted some nonsense, some far fetched line,
About never idolizing the keen writer's mind...
If that is the case, then why ape my technique?
Why submit to several galleries; is your brain on the leak?
You are writing to be seen; you seek attention as I do,
What are we if not performers, is that not true?
Did you believe that you could use your past as a shield?
It counts, I'm afraid, for nothing, I feel;
For you see, I'm a killer, as bold a
We Need Villains NOT HeroesFor the longest time I have admired heroes. I imagined them to be people of change, people who would bring the world forward and take us to even greater heights. It was then however, that I realised the 'Human Obstacle'.We Need Villains NOT Heroes in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Humans as I discovered, perhaps in the most painful of ways, are rather unintelligent beings. They are driven by their core instincts no matter how much they wish to deny it. And the only difference between one and the next is how deeply they let those instincts consume them.
If you walk out into the streets, you can see the well-adjusted average man. Yet in his mind he is not considering the good he could do with his life, he is only thinking about the next step. Where will I go next? Who will I be dating, what shall I enjoy next in life?
There is no thought of altruism; no sense of assistance for another. He could walk down an alleyway filled with the homeless and nothing would change...
If that is the case, then what is the path of truth? Is it doing
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
UndyingUndying:Undying in Free Verse More Like This
How many days do you spend now, putting me down?
The coffin call for a dead man waiting around
"He's just an underground laughing stock, never to rise"
But on the seventh day I'm coming back; these are my ties!
The kind of promise that you made with the devil inside
You try to take away my soul, but I take it in stride
I ain't a doll that is crushed by the weight of his pride
I am the real and the raw of the things you denied!
You're playing snake games, selling oil, pass it off strong
You're just a pot head, weed dead, smoking your bong.
You try to look away, play and hide; apathy's best
But I'm the kind of bad boy you don't put to the test!
-Chen Yuan Wen, 7th February 2013
Poetic Practice - Love Like AshPoetic Practice - Love Like Ash:Poetic Practice - Love Like Ash in Free Verse More Like This
Yes sir, he is clinging to insanity.
He remembers all the things he said, profanity.
Bare the shame on his naked old humanity.
He is the doll claiming love for his vanity-
When he woke up, desire!
He made a move like fire.
His whispers; a liar,
His heart snaps, like wire!
But what are you thinking of this man as I make him out?
Is it an image or a type that you seem to tout.
was it all his fault with no one else to blame,
Or were there cracks in the story that they both will claim-
Spit that and live that,
Hate when you love that!
You rip that and tear that,
Scream like you know that!
Stop for a moment and just listen to this silent cry,
Time has stopped now for both of us to say goodbye.
Both turning on these clocks, living lies that have stopped;
And when the love turns to ash, let the gloves be dropped...
- Chen Yuan Wen, 17th January 2013
ChangelingChangeling in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Within her garden roses bloom
beneath the cankered worms
a darker growth within her womb
will watch its sibling turn
It swells with heat, her lover's sin
the cankered worm that grows within
It swells with heat
It swells with heat
Its muscles strong; its blood so thin
A changeling child is evil fruit
to welcome to this world
its darkness burrowed in the roots
where hell itself lies curled
It rests and grows as time abates
And shackles her beneath its weight
It rests and grows
It rests and grows
And time delivers wretched fate
A mother's love will never know
the sting of cold regret
or how the world reaps what it sows
too harsh to ere forget.
She only knows her heavy heart
will tear the heavens wide apart
She only knows
She only knows
The ill bred blessing of the dark.
Harvest-CollabHarvest-Collab in Free Verse More Like This
has a sort of dilapidated magic
in its fingertips
as if begging you
to drink it in
and pay attention.
it slopes around the barn
and ancient stones
and the thick figures
of women walking home
from harvest time,
their indigo aprons
tucked up with apples
and the rough blaze
of leaves clinging
to their legs
and a spill of purple maize.
they flock at the river
cool in length and song
and gather blue in baskets
to wash the day's long
work from smiles
and wait for the moon
to rise slow and steep
across the miles
in a sky gone smoky
and sweet with hope
and their kisses
as they part like sisters
their skin scrubbed
dark with earth
leave the air soft drenched
running soft and low
DaffodilsDaffodils in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils.
A solitary path I claimed
In seeking shelter from the crowd;
And lo, when all deserted me,
I wandered lonely as a cloud
I sought the green and grassy knolls
Between the rustic barns and mills,
And spied the new winged, dappled lark
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
The silent majesty of thoughts
Was broken as I dreamed aloud.
I was wrested from my reverie
When all at once I saw a crowd
This treasure grows and rests upon
the fertile soil where river spills
I'll rest my weary bones within
A host of golden daffodils.
Mea CulpaSurely you seeMea Culpa in Free Verse More Like This
just how wrong this is?
Even the streetlamp agrees;
it saw the whole thing -
in a stairwell,
only bricks for company.
Oh my hands found her
so ready and willing -
the fog of rapture
wreathing her head.
found her best parts
tucked in and plucked -
from her belly -
and took it
I made a god
left her smiling,
HauntingHaunting in Free Verse More Like This
I am the last ghastly ghost,
glib tongued and glimmering,
in the space beneath the stairs.
My name glows upon your tongue,
gleeful and dreadful
in the dreary dregs of memory -
a keening cacophony
of deadly delights.
You called me here,
made me legion -the languid
languish of laughter,
your new language of the air
and all unearthly promises
pondering their place
in this shallow grave.
Bury me in beauty,
in the bounty of wanton
wonder and I will waste
eternity, a willing wraith to wait
upon your pleasure.
MageMage in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Blasted blistered roots of trees,
limbs askew in knotted knees,
darkling bark of branches grows-
turning back, my fever flows,
Maudlin madness chills my veins,
wretched reek of death remains -
draws me dreaming to this place,
sallow streams and wallowed waste.
Twisted thoughts begin to creep
into woods where willows weep.
Turning twice I light the flame
no one there to bear my shame.
Burning bright, my sacrifice
beacon blazing in the night
warning all who wander here
that God's truth will cost them dear.
FishermenFishermen in Free Verse More Like This
from tiny boats,
sampans and coracles -
red sails threading the sky
like poppies in the autumn sun.
Whales slip through waves
hunting silvered krill
and the spiny dusk
of urchins clinging to the sand.
And they wait
for lines to pull
their hands under
glistening with eel
hauling the afternoon
back to market
in hempen nets.
BountyBounty in Free Verse More Like This
This gorgeous glut of bounty
buried beneath heaven's gate
in golden goblets
of summer fruit -
honey clings in wisps
and ripe figs
bend the boughs of trees
where you shelter from the crowd
turned out to feast
upon the landscape.
And I shall bring you bread and wine,
the warm day's haze of flesh
swelling your belly
under my fingers
like the galleons
left guarding the late summer wheat
in the harbor.
Enemies at the GateThere is devils' work afootEnemies at the Gate in Free Verse More Like This
where this earth cracks apart
and bleats my cursed name
in lilted breaths and tunes
I feel its lumbering touch
rip wheat from sodden plains
and batter down my world
in tattered strips and lengths
of cold brutality.
And I know my enemies,
where slumbering they lay
and share my holy pain
in brutal trials and jests
of harsh finality
while crevices, laid open,
rage kisses down like rain
and gather fragile flesh
in offered psalms and songs
of my duality.
BeadsAnd I will weaveBeads in Free Verse More Like This
and string glass beads across your skin.
I will pick them out - azure and turquoise
like the beach at noon
when the sand makes love to the waves.
I will decorate you in ivory and ivy
bands to kiss
your wrists and ankles and
I will teach your tongue wicked fortunes -
stories that only night can
follow and languages
man is too afraid to speak.
You will wear me
silk and water -
the warm rush of magic,
a noise that rumbles fiercely
and grows restless
in the dark.
Everlasting Snow: Chapter 43Everlasting Snow: Chapter 43 in Romance More Like This
Your hand meets cold, satiny skin.
The two of you are frozen there for a few seconds, you with your hand still in midair, Pitch with his face turned to the side. Your expressions are the same—sheer shock. He never it saw it coming. You never thought you had it in you. It just kind of happened. As if out of instinct, from the depths of your brain, an out-of-the-blue reaction to a sudden wave of anger. You immediately regret it.
You just slapped Pitch Black clear across the face.
An extremely powerful, dark being who towers over you.
Knowing that you have to go with it, you stretch out the same hand, your tingling palm upwards and towards the staff.
“Give it here, Pitch,” you shakily command the Nightmare king.
He snaps out of it, rubbing where you hit him with his spare hand. “More of a fighter than the last I saw you, but I'll forgive that for now,” he mumbles under his breath as his cold eyes lock on yours. He then speaks directly to you. “I kind of
Everlasting Snow: Chapter 51Everlasting Snow: Chapter 51 in Romance More Like This
The steam from the hot chocolate warms your face as you stare down into its brown depths, the warmth from the piping hot beverage heating up the palms of your cupped hands as they hold it up.
The golden base of the goblet rests patiently on your knees, which you have folded up to your chest in a makeshift table as you sit on the right side of the large window’s expansive ledge, nothing but a thin sheet of glass separating you and the artic scenery beyond.
Jangle sits a bit in front of your feet, staring up at you, concerned.
He’s the one who brought you the hot chocolate, waddling around a corner a few moments after Tooth had left you alone to the devices of the otherwise vacant hallway, the jingle bell on the top of his head softly chiming with each step.
You only took the goblet out of politeness. You really have no appetite right now.
Still, you’re thankful for the company. And the hot chocolate has helped you a little, its steam bearing a calming effect on you, pr
Everlasting Snow: Chapter 44Everlasting Snow: Chapter 44 in Romance More Like This
You finally figure out why he really gives you the creeps.
No, it isn’t because of his height. Nothing about his outer physical appearance, really.
Nor is it his immense power.
Or the memories of your childhood and the fears he rekindles.
No…it’s because, even though you know he’s standing right behind you, he gives off no presence, like most living things do.
It’s as if you’re standing with your back to a giant void.
It sends that sixth-sense chill down your spine.
And that scares you.
Nevertheless, you don’t try to fight or break away. You need to hear what he has to say, to listen closely to what needs to be done to help Jack.
“What do I have to do?” you ask, trying to steady your shaking voice.
“It’s quite simple, really,” he says. You can practically hear the smile on his face. He’s winning, and he knows it. “Give him to me, and I’ll fix him right up. You can’t ta
Everlasting Snow: Chapter 35Everlasting Snow: Chapter 35 in Romance More Like This
The hours turn into days,
The days into weeks,
And the weeks into months.
You and Jack become virtually inseparable. The only time you spend apart is when Jack leaves to go conjure up winter weather.
“I travel with the weather,” he tells you when you ask why he has to leave and can’t just stay. “Y’know, with the cold and stuff. Wherever it goes, I go, and I do my thing wherever that may be. Feels natural. Sure, the clouds and chilliness would still exist—I mean, it all existed before I did (I did float out of a frozen lake into snowy scenery that I didn’t create, after all)—but I’m a channel of sorts for it and really bring the Winter and all things associated with it on, emphasizing it in a way. It’s a pretty important job. Can’t really call it a job though, since it’s so much fun. I could go places where it’s not winter-like at all and make it snow and such, but I have a feeling that’d c
Everlasting Snow: Chapter 40Everlasting Snow: Chapter 40 in Romance More Like This
It’s exactly as you remember it.
The soft light caresses your cheeks, a homely warmth engulfing your body, bearing an instant calming effect on you.
You take a quick survey of the place, shutting the door behind you.
Just like last time, the mysterious shopkeeper is nowhere to be seen.
But that means more freedom to really take a look around.
So you begin to do just that.
There are the rows of practical joke props, the racks of clothing (now featuring some more springtime fashions), the clear-door refrigerator stocked with drinks together and a wide variety of foods, the selection of odd knickknacks sitting on countertops and hanging from hooks.
You take interest in a small selection of trinkets and jewelry sitting patiently beside the clothing section.
None of them look manufactured. Not even in the least. Each looks carefully created, hours upon hours, thought upon thought put into each one. A lot of them bear ancient Celtic designs or themes. Lines crisscross over one another,
Everlasting Snow: Chapter 49Everlasting Snow: Chapter 49 in Romance More Like This
The last beams of daylight illuminate the world in a final flash of orange before reluctantly disappearing, receding and descending behind the horizon along with the tired sun.
But even though the star is no longer visible to you, traces of light remain, turning the sky at the earth’s edge a vibrant red with arms that reach out into the night’s royal purple, giving the world a last work of daytime beauty so the sun is fondly remembered through the night. Smaller stars begin to show their white faces, taunting the crimson light as it attempts to touch them. Just as its fingers begin to brush the small white light of the closest star, though, it too is pulled down with the sun, and night tucks it away until morning.
The stars shine brighter as the sky turns darker, rejoicing at their triumph.
And then, the most anticipated moment of the night. The stars quiet down out of respect, turning their attention to the main event.
Slowly, shyly, the moon peeks up, showing the world a
Everlasting Snow: Chapter 32Everlasting Snow: Chapter 32 in Romance More Like This
Fire and ice, dancing together chaotically behind a glossy surface.
That is the only way that you can describe the look in Jack’s eyes.
Reluctantly, he lowers his staff. He stands it up straight, taking a defiant pose.
“What do you want, Pitch?” he asks, the anger apparent in his voice.
You can hear the smile on Pitch’s face. “Now that’s more like it. I’d like to ask a little…favor…of you.”
“The answer’s ‘no,’” Jack fires back.
Pitch presses the dagger harder into you. A small whimper escapes your lips. “Tsk tsk. Such a pretty thing, too.”
“Don’t you dare!” Jack yells, taking up his staff once again.
Seemingly ignoring the command, Pitch leans down and whispers in your ear, though still loud enough for Jack to hear. “That necklace…did he give that to you? Oh, it suits you wonderfully. I assume it won’t melt so long as you believe in
Everlasting Snow: Chapter 47Everlasting Snow: Chapter 47 in Romance More Like This
It completely melts your heart.
The thing that brought the two of you together. That one song, that single, insignificant line that you had sung so long ago that had led you to seeing him. The first domino that had fallen in a long line of wonderful events.
You’re smiling at the fact that he’s finally doing this trademark action to you, but it’s tearing you apart at the same time.
To know that this is the first and last time, that he won’t ever nip at your nose again.
At least, not on purpose. Or not knowing who you are, if he does decide to mess specifically with you.
You don’t want him to see you cry, but you can’t help it. This is just too much. You feel your bottom lip begin to quiver, tears blurring your vision.
He stops, the wide, mischievous smile that you’ve grown to love spreading across his face. It only stays for a few brief moments though, vanishing the moment he sees the tears welling up in your eyes.
In a flurry of wind, he flips
Everlasting Snow: Chapter 27Everlasting Snow: Chapter 27 in Romance More Like This
How can you possibly have fun when you’re freezing outside in subzero weather, snow mounded on your head, shoulders, and around your feet, gluing you to the spot where you stand?
You shiver heavily as a clump crawls under your shirt and down your back.
Your nose begins to run.
You try to move your legs. They don’t even budge. The snow is far too heavy.
You look up at the large building that stands before and above you.
“Hello?” you call out to it, teeth beginning to chatter. “Anybody there? Help!”
You sigh, your exhale visible in the chilly air. You look around you for any signs of life, twisting in either direction to the furthest extent possible in your current situation.
Out of nowhere, you feel a pair of big hands hook under your armpits, lifting you up and out of the snow.
“W-whoaaa!” you find yourself exclaiming.
Instead of setting you back down, though, they lift you up even higher. You are then slung
Everlasting Snow: Chapter 48Everlasting Snow: Chapter 48 in Romance More Like This
Oh, how you’ve missed flying.
Feeling completely weightless as the wind envelops you, pushing you up and forward. Your hair whipping back, dancing in the wind. Your hand clasped in Jack’s, the odd yet wonderful cold backed by that deep, inner warmth spreading down your arm and through you as your cheeks and nose turn pink from the blasts of air as you travel at an incredible speed. The scenery blurred as it you race over it, treetops and roofs of houses uniting into flashes of uniform color, what few people there are looking like nothing but brief, tiny blips in radar.
You close your eyes for a bit, thoroughly enjoying the sensations.
The two of you make a quick pit stop back at your house so you can pick up your skates. Then you’re off again.
Before too long, you feel yourself descending as you arrive at the final destination.
It’s as if you never left it. It’s the same way as the last time you visited about a month ago. For that matter, it’s just a
I'm sorry I never loved youI'm sorryI'm sorry I never loved you in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I'm sure you want
that to mean alot of things
but in truth it means one
I'm sorry I never loved you
not in the way
you would've wanted me to
not in the way you needed me to,
I'm sorry I loved the ideal
of you and me
the wonderful beauty that
be birthed from our attractions
more than I loved the person
within that fantasy.
I'm sorry I forced
the delusion of perfection
upon you and held
you to those
of my selfish imagination.
I'm sorry that I placed
the necessity of us
above the desires of you.
that I wasn't the guy you deserved
and that I wasted my few chances
with someone as wonderful as you.
I'm sorry I never loved you
till you were already gone.
UntitledI look on with pestilenceUntitled in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
hidden beneath a thin veil of civility,
far too thin to hide such vastness
and it cracks,
the shards of my visage
crumble beneath your unbecoming joy
and you are affront with an ocean,
a sea of unvarnished wanting.
You're adrift in my rapids
and the sky cries pitifully for you
and the winds whisper apologies
but do not trust either.
The sky wants only to drown you
and the winds are not worthy of your trust.
Poseidon beckons to you
and I volley curses like his tridents
Which I'll never touch.
I am nothing and while you look upon my vastness
I look on with pestilence
hiding an opaque sorrow
I will not meet your eyes.
Fade to blackTake me under your cape.Fade to black in Free Verse More Like This
Far away, in the recess of your velvet black.
My heart is tired.
I need a place.
I want a place.
At the least, I deserve that.
Love bitesHe: Come darling. You look lovely this evening.Love bites in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She: All the better to eat you, my dear.
She: Can you clasp my necklace?
He: My love, what are these holes in your neck?
She: Please just fasten my necklace.
He. You smell wonderful tonight.
She: You smell edible.
He: We will be late.
She: Who cares.
He: He will. He will care.
She: What's this? You sound afraid.
She: Are you?
He: I love him.
She: You what?
He: You heard me.
She: I wish I'd known that before I let him bite me.
He: You what?
She: You heard me.
The best partHis one-year-old face was pure.The best part in Free Verse More Like This
Upturned, with rosy round cheeks.
He looked at me with total trust
and I wanted to give him the
but only the best part of it.
When I submit to God
when I turn my face up to him
with as much trust as I can muster
I feel the splendor of the entire world
and I believe he really does
want to give me
only the best part of it.
Seed of incubusIt's growing.Seed of incubus in Free Verse More Like This
Maybe it's an alien baby.
Maybe it's a disease.
I can't be sure.
On its own.
It stretches and undulates.
It feels so alive.
I wonder how it's going to get out.
The thing inside is growing me.
I can't stop it now.
It's happening to both of us.
The thing and I are growing.
It might kill one or both of us.
But, it's going to happen.
One way or another.
It's going to come out.
SeabedAt the bottom of the seaSeabed in Free Verse More Like This
I imagine silence
At the bottom of the sea
The bottom of the sea
can steal a heart;
The sea can hear
DepressionI have this wolf.Depression in Emotional More Like This
Black matted coat, hideous haunches, drooling mouth, blood-red tongue slips in and out through surreal canines that grow bigger when I look and smaller when I look away. I look again, and the wolf smiles. His idea of a joke.
This wolf. He is 7 feet tall, much taller than I am, chained to me with an invisible, unbreakable cord. He lopes along behind me (on good days), when I can sometimes, maybe, for a small, small second, pretend he isn't there. Until I go over a smooth surface, like marble or slate or shiny tile, and then his nails click, scratching and marring the beautiful coolness of the floor below my bare feet. And I remember. I never really have forgotten. Oh, how I wanted to forget so badly that he is there-- always there. I only pretended his stench away.
Then, there are the bad days. Days my wolf walks beside me, never taking his eyes from me; his intent, vigilant waiting-to-pounce eyes. Eyes that say, "you are mine," and he swings his giant gaping mouth unt
PurgingUsually it comes in words.Purging in Free Verse More Like This
But sometimes words fail.
Then colors take over.
Colors form into shapes,
shapes into feelings,
feelings into relief.
That's why I like to draw.
Whip itI learned a long time agoWhip it in Free Verse More Like This
to ride pain like a horse
whip it when it goes too fast
make it pay
make it want
make it limp
make it crippled
then get off
It's time"It's time," she said.It's time in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"For what?," I asked, knowing full well what she meant.
She put her pale thin hand on my shoulder.
The cold of it went right through me.
And I hardly had time to be afraid.
Ode to the artistYou thought you were an axeOde to the artist in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But turns out you are a needle
You wander under stars
Only to learn that you can swim
You hear the old trees whispering
And you wish that you could answer
You fear you are too tiny
For what's inside you to be real
It's hard to hold on tight
When everything's too loose
The halves and wholes must vary
You're the only one who knows