5/11/13He looked me in the eyes5/11/13 in Free Verse More Like This
and (seriously) told me
"You are a beautiful person and you are
more than good enough."
something so simple
has never made me kiss a boy
quite so hard
5/31/13 devastation/decay ain't enoughwe place stones over our corpses5/31/13 devastation/decay ain't enough in Free Verse More Like This
like eternal, rigid, hawk-eyed sentinels
but this is the test of eons
everyone/everything pursed in failure
because it is the rule of--I'm not sure--
bonds break like thready spider webs,
you dissolve with order,
cosmic force preserving briny dignity
feathers of wind of songbirds
will fall and erode into
pale dark forest-fire ash
little monotonous arrangements of ink
don't quite suffice to deliver
the laughably blatant message;
why bury our claws so fully, deeply
into crumbling columns and wordy promises
when we're sentenced to be buried
just like all else, a sequence of forget-me-nots,
(even the flowers rot away eventually)
damned chemical cocktails meant for the ground
4/10/13someone4/10/13 in Free Verse More Like This
set free a beautiful bird of
& left the lonely, empty cage
on the steps of a stranger's porch.
4/18/13 (fourteen)Who in all god's name and glory4/18/13 (fourteen) in Free Verse More Like This
decided the meaning of strength?
it may seem unconventional
but what better way
to define the brackets of suffering
than pushing the limit of
your negative values, like counting in reverse,
letting your vices rage in tempest and temper
before satisfyingly shaking out your fields of
virtues like clean sheets stained with
drops of the sweetest wine?
1/5/13in the order of things;1/5/13 in Free Verse More Like This
in the last delicious pages of the book;
we fold our puppet string inward, into
one complex, tiny knot.
inwards, into smaller and smaller
we will come together
(so bright, powerful)
and in the midst of
the real order,
we will see the image of
us perceptibly condensed
a single, super-charged,
particle of dust.
floating in the abyss that is
perfection and beauty;
we in inwards, into truth,
soluble and intense.
(concentration 99 percent)
and in the moment
of lost light
we won't be able
and the thoughts dead
like catalyzed stars:
will fade into a million
years of forgotten,
and era of willful submission,
into the rapture's dawn
of pure phoenix,
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
5/9/13rain is falling on the roof5/9/13 in Free Verse More Like This
and i am clinging to you
through the sweeping currents
don't lose yourself
in the dominance
of prevailing winds,
the stillness of doldrums
the equator of your
the trend of direction
carry you off
if i am here
5/21/13 point of reflectioncold rain5/21/13 point of reflection in Free Verse More Like This
a glass window
far as one
words that swim
on a page
just before me
4/19/13 (what serpent??)you are greater than the faults of your bones4/19/13 (what serpent??) in Free Verse More Like This
the broken fragments of your body are still
clinging together, shaking and ready to explode,
but inside the cracks and caves created
they leave kisses, like our kisses,
kissing shut the fold of an envelope
hot wax and stamp insuring, a prayer maybe,
that it will never unfurl open to spill
the staining words of truth, grace,
the scent of gardenia drowned in the rain:
the first flower of the season, layered in frost,
frozen in perfect, almost-there strewn with forever,
a few petals just barely opened, like sleepy eyes,
and as it falls away, thorns and all,
our hands intertwine and in melodic rhythm,
(like waves, the tide crashing and retreating,
no matter if it's guns are drawn or put away,)
smoke hides the captivating detail of your face,
and our bejeweled, starry limbs align
like the brightest, purest celestial bodies
12/22/12 (am i your keeper?)in the street12/22/12 (am i your keeper?) in Free Verse More Like This
in the night--
stars, veiled with
shining in spite
of more light
like the eyes of
a young bride--
green and indigo
blend in the
finale of a
pale freckled skin
in the street
through the air,
the sun taking
its time with
its grand procession
(parade of viridian!)
through the spring
air she ran--
he was here!
this was the
moment, the only
moment in the
then he was there,
the ocean, breathy
with alien warmth
filling her mouth,
like she had
been thirsty for
years and years,
his gravity pulling
(luna to his sol,
artemis and apollo)
hand in hand,
she could have
his hips, hands
on necks, and lips
the seal on
he could taste
she could see
When Dreams Aren't EnoughWhen Dreams Aren't Enough in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
wind and falling leaves
like whispered words that redeem
me and soothe my soul
Leaving the Day BehindLeaving the Day Behind in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
leave the day behind
to a night of peaceful sleep
stars will bless your dreams
Hakuna MatataHakuna Matata in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
no cares in this world
sing hakuna matata
and just fly away
Everlasting Snow: Chapter 46Everlasting Snow: Chapter 46 in Romance More Like This
The Guardians all lift their heads, curiously staring at you.
“Please, just give me…one more day with him,” you plea, looking at each of them in turn.
After a quick consultation with the others, North returns to you. “We shall have to see how he is doing first.”
You nod and stand as he does.
Jangle bids you farewell as he rejoins the other elves.
You follow North through the building, trekking down long curving hallways, up a decorated stairwell or two—at which a white yeti with green eyes and a fire truck in its hands has to stand aside to let the group pass—and even through a couple of other rooms that just lead to more paths. It’s like the place is just asking to be explored, an adventure in itself. As if it was designed so even North wouldn’t know what was behind every door, always maintaining a sense of wonder and mystery. Despite that illusion, though, North didn’t get you guys lost, seemin
Everlasting Snow: Chapter 42Everlasting Snow: Chapter 42 in Romance More Like This
You kind of wish someone had a stopwatch.
You just broke a world record for sprinting the distance to your house in the snow, the chilly night air biting at your face.
At least, that’s how it felt.
You burst in through the door, praying that he’s still there, still hanging on.
Much to your relief, Jack Frost is exactly as you left him.
You take a seat on the couch by his torso and pat his cheek in hopes that this attempt to wake him up will be successful. Which it isn’t. He doesn’t show even the slightest reaction, in fact.
“C’mon, Jack,” you say as you take out the blue vial that the Leprechaun gave you. You wave it in front of his closed eyes. “You need to take your medicine. It’ll help you. Please?”
You sigh and cup the vial in both of your hands, shoulders slumped. You finally have something that can help him, but you’re not sure on how you’re going to get this stuff into his system so it can work
Everlasting Snow: Chapter 52Everlasting Snow: Chapter 52 in Romance More Like This
The sleigh skids to a stop on the lake’s surface, the skis leaving long white marks on the ice.
Above you, the tired stars begin to fade as the first light of day breaks over the horizon, giving themselves over to sleep until the night returns to reign once again.
North scoops the limp Jack back up into his arms, and the three of you wordlessly disembark from the sleigh.
You follow North off the lake, trying hard not to fall on the slippery surface. You breathe a small sigh of relief as you step onto the snowy bank, then continue after North, forced to jog a little to keep up with his long strides.
He stops in front of a tall tree with a thick, sturdy trunk, its leaves and branches dusted with white snow. It’s quite a few yards from the lake’s edge, but its view goes uninterrupted by other foliage. He crouches down and sets Jack in front of it, sitting him down so his back is propped up against the trunk.
He really does look like he just nodded off, his head bowed, ar
Everlasting Snow: Chapter 38Everlasting Snow: Chapter 38 in Romance More Like This
You finally exhale, the breath that had been trapped within you escaping past your lips to a long-awaited freedom.
At first, you’re not sure on what to say.
After months of knowing you, Jack just told you he loves you.
Jack Frost. A spirit. Immortal. The stuff of legends. In love. With you.
Your head is swimming.
But then something arises within you. A small, soft warmth. Like a single candle’s flame flickering brightly in a dark room filled with uncertainty.
Slowly, it grows, filling you and steadying your beating heart and racing mind. All other thoughts, all other feelings, are forgotten.
Just one remains.
You’ve never been surer of something in your life.
You smile warmly at Jack, who is staring at you, mouth slightly agape as he waits for you to say something, body stuck in the moment just after his confession.
“I love you too.”
He relaxes, unfurling the anxious fist that his staff-less hand had been in. A lo
Everlasting Snow: Chapter 31Everlasting Snow: Chapter 31 in Romance More Like This
Your heart is pounding.
You search around you for anything, anything, you can use to get yourself out of the metal cuff.
Or maybe break one of the strong chains.
Or somehow pry the stake out of the cage floor.
Anything to free you from your prison.
The entire time, you’re thinking of nothing but how badly you need to help Jack—to perhaps somehow warn him, or something—and prevent a catastrophe from befalling him.
Much to your dismay, you find absolutely nothing.
You rattle the cage out of frustration. The Nightmare neighs at you as if telling you to be quiet.
You slump down, your back to the cage wall. You’re desperate, panicking, worried beyond measure. You feel all sense of hope leave you, making you feel heavier than usual. You’re completely helpless, and you don’t like it.
Sandy…Tooth…Bunny…North…someone, ANYONE, please…help!
You close your eyes. The tips of your fingers find the small snowf
Everlasting Snow: Chapter 34Everlasting Snow: Chapter 34 in Romance More Like This
Warm, furry, feathery, and sandy.
You embrace each of the Guardians in turn, bidding them farewell.
You can see the worry behind each of their eyes, especially Tooth’s.
Jangle hugs the bottom of your leg, his stout arms almost too short to reach all the way around. You laugh and crouch down and pat his head, fearing that you’d squish the little guy if you were to actually return the hug.
You give a final wave as you follow Jack—your hand in his—outside into the arctic weather.
Just as you’re about to lift off, North runs out behind the two of you, yelling, “Wait wait wait!”
The two of you turn to face him.
After he recovers his breath, he holds out another snow globe in the palm of his hand.
“I hhhave better idea,” he says.
Jack holds up his hand, shaking his head. “Thanks, but no thanks. Fun as magic portals are, we don’t need that. Nothing’s going to happen to us on the way back, so you can stop worrying.”
Everlasting Snow: What the Heart RemembersEverlasting Snow: What the Heart Remembers in Romance More Like This
Twilight has descended upon the city. Where the light of a shop switches off, the warm one of a home switches on, altogether becoming beacons to the weary workers, ushering them home to a warm supper, good company, and shelter from the increasingly chilly air. Slowly but surely, with the last lights of day, the night owls begin to emerge, seeking out the bright neon signs of clubs. Seeking to have a marvelous time, filled to the brim with friends and fun.
And then, laughter. But not a collective laughter. Not a laughter belonging to any earth-bound human, for that matter.
It echoes throughout the wintery air, bouncing off of the oriental buildings with the wind at its back, filling all corners of the young night with mischievous mirth.
It brings with it thick, fluffy clouds that quickly blot out the stars and rising moon, anxious to unload their burdens upon the unsuspecting cityfolk.
Then, as people are just a few paces from their homes and the lines at club entrances begin to form, t
Everlasting Snow: Chapter 39Everlasting Snow: Chapter 39 in Romance More Like This
You’re experiencing some serious déjà vu.
Jack Frost is once again in your living room, lying on your couch, completely unconscious.
Except this time, you know who he is and for a fact that he’s extremely ill. Though with exactly what, you’re not sure.
And there’s no curiosity here. Just fear and panic for the one you love.
You lift off the damp wash towel that you have resting on his forehead. It needs to be changed.
You lay your free hand on his head, checking his temperature.
He’s still burning up, the same temperature from the last time you had checked it. He’s far too warm even for a regular human, let alone for the spirit of winter.
His cheeks are flushed a deep red to match the fever. His lips are parted, each of his breaths shuddering and strained. They’re so infrequent sometimes that you will anxiously rest your ear on his chest, listening for his faint heartbeat as your own races.
You refresh the cold towel and place it back on
Everlasting Snow: Chapter 37Everlasting Snow: Chapter 37 in Romance More Like This
A cough startles you.
Someone clearing their throat.
It came from Jack.
You remove your head from his shoulder and look up at him questioningly.
His cheeks are flushed a bright red color, contrasting the pale whiteness of his skin. He’s still staring out over the city.
You sit up properly, his arm falling from you.
“Jack?” you ask, concerned. “Is everything okay?”
He nods, his snowy hair shining slightly in the light, the silver in it emphasized as moonbeams weave in and out of the strands, dancing amongst them.
“I, uh,” he chokes out. He’s obviously nervous about something.
“I…have something to tell you,” he finally manages to say.
You raise your eyebrow. “Yes?” you say, curious. Is there something else about Jack Frost and his extraordinary abilities that you don’t yet know? Maybe it’s a deep, dark secret. Does he really know about your secret conversation with the moon and just didn’t sa
Everlasting Snow: Chapter 36Everlasting Snow: Chapter 36 in Romance More Like This
“Jack,” you whisper cautiously, eyes fixated on the moon.
You also reach out to tap his shoulder in hopes of gaining his attention.
Don’t, the voice comes again.
Your hand freezes in its motion.
You steal a quick glance at Jack, as if breaking your gaze from the moon will end the conversation. Well, something of a conversation, since you’re not exactly talking back to it.
He’s asleep, lips slightly parted, his chest rising and falling with each slow and deep breath.
Really? Sleeping. At a time like this? you think as you refocus on the moon.
You squint your eyes slightly, still not quite believing that the moon is speaking to you. Was something in the food that you ate today? Maybe it was just the wind. Or one of those times when you think you hear your name being called and after searching everywhere for the source of the call it turns out to be just your imagination.
You stare it down, waiting for the Man in the Moon to say something else.
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.
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.
Bone BlossomsBone Blossoms in Free Verse More Like This
a ghost of iris-
blue so pale,
it slips off the page
You know the scent;
you borrowed it
from some girl
who was your best friend.
You slept together in the same bed;
she borrowed your sweater
and kissed you
when mother was not looking.
You fed her books
left out in the sun,
ripe as the boy
She put her hand
one warm night
and asked you
what it made you think of.
you said -
teal and purple,
feathered like summer -
like the summer
when you were five
and the heat
just could not keep away
and the sky went out.
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.
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.
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
RainRain in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Rings and rivulets of water
Rolling down the panes and roof
Running wildly through the gutters
Resting underneath the porch
Raking wet across the shutters
Remaining still for far too long
Restless children yearn to play
SirensThey run when they hear sirens -Sirens in Free Verse More Like This
it's all they know.
They hide under bridges
and fire escapes,
like their fathers
and their fathers' fathers.
They know the sight
and sound of thick
black boots in hallways
and the anger of an engine
unwinding in the streets.
They remember how unfriendly
four a.m. can be,
hunching behind fences
that wait with open jaws.
And they remember
how sour fear actually tastes
when it lingers
in the back
of the throat.
JealousyI forgot how jealousyJealousy in Free Verse More Like This
looked on you -
a brooch of many colors
pinned to her dress
just above the breasts,
or a thin bright ribbon
trailing off a straw hat.
and how it smelled -
too much perfume in a
tiny space or
lemons bursting off the branches
to bloom at her feet.
and how it sounded
like too much music
for one room to hold,
so it had to be shared
with a stranger
who wore candlelight
how it sat on your tongue -
a sharp insect
shedding its wings,
and leaving me
to dream of her.
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
The Way We LiveThe Way We Live:The Way We Live in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
We all have our own little struggles;
Pushing on forward as the tragedies double.
A life led with pain and exhaustion too immense,
I'm pushing down walls as my muscles go tense.
But these are the words that you'll never hear me spit.
I'd never say I'm 'giving up' or if I should 'quit'.
I'm really freaking stupid so just tell it to my face,
And even then I'd never give up the right to race.
I'm like a lone arrow drawn and shot from a bow,
Blustered by the winds of all the things I don't know.
I'd never figure out if I'd reach the final mark,
But I know that I'd never lose my glowing inner spark.
And that's all it takes just to keep this body going.
With calloused hands in this ocean I'm still rowing
Searching for some land out amidst a sea of black;
A wandering gypsy bearing burdens on his back.
- Chen Yuan Wen, 14th January 2013
Misery's GardenMisery's Garden:Misery's Garden in Free Verse More Like This
Through the cold ice we trekked, the Reaper and I.
His face an ever-shifting grin, oscillating between joy and malice...
With quick, light-footed steps, he lead me to a warm green meadow.
A small hut in the distance, a little garden beside.
Where a hunchbacked man, covered in boils and open wounds;
Bearing a crooked jaw and gnarled hands, tilled the earth.
"Egh yew ooh wha gu wan!"
I was so startled by the hunchback's sudden outburst,
That I jumped and gripped the Reaper's cloak in fright,
Yet as soon as he had seen me, the hunchback's eyes glazed over;
He appeared to forget about our presence...
I had to admit, I was very curious
And I wished to move in close so I could inspect him.
Reaching out with my hand to clasp his own;
I was assailed by horrid visions.
In one instance I was a collector of night soil,
Abuse hurled at me like stones and I the accepting target.
For to speak was to open this torn mouth of mine
And that would merely draw a mocki
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
BelovedBeloved:Beloved in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
With a bright radiant smile
If only for me...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 4th January 2013
Tired, Exhausted, DrainedTired, Exhausted, Drained:Tired, Exhausted, Drained in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am bloody exhausted! Drained to the core of my soul.
I wake up every morning with bags; burning ever deeper into my eyes.
Sunken masses of flesh, reminding me that the dreamscape -
One in which I sought refuge; is now buried where it lies.
Yet still I force myself to trudge through this wilderness.
Forever caught in a moon drenched, delusory twilight.
An endless cycle of failure and renewed hope;
Giving rise to the very stubbornness that defines me.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 5th February 2013
We Poets Are Frustrated...We Poets Are Frustrated...We Poets Are Frustrated... in Free Verse More Like This
I am sure that you have all experienced this feeling:
A masterpiece eclipsed by the baying of a brat!
A raucous rhyme, so emotionally raw;
Shadowed by a child's melancholia...
Alone in the darkness, you lick your lips and growl.
Your anger, so evidently understandable; yet you forget your own abilities!
In despair, my dearest sibling, you have forgotten — yourself
Why fear an obstacle so easily overcome?
Why shred your works with such heavy tears?
Have you forgotten that we are the original craftsman?
Our tongues birthed as our chisels and axe!
We need only take these simple themes
And corrupt them with all our twisted fears...
This hatred inside of you, this bubble of frustration and anxiety —
Let it swell like a pus-filled abscess of anger!
And with your words unleash this vicarious plague!
Take the unblemished works that have scorned you,
And inject them with the very darkness of your soul!
Let bleeding lips,
We Were SoldiersYou'll never hear me say that there's glory in war.We Were Soldiers in Free Verse More Like This
It is ugly, it is painful, it is frightening...
But I know, in my heart;
Deep within this soul born of freedom.
That what I do, at times, is a necessity.
It is nerve-wracking, most days,
Knowing that when you wake up you may not make it home.
But still I am proud,
Because of what I have managed to achieve.
And tonight; I hope that you're proud of me,
Because I'm sending a hundred of my boys home.
I just wish that I was joining them this time...
Painted SkinPainted Skin:Painted Skin in Free Verse More Like This
He smiles at you, as you enter the office;
Wearing eyeliner made of contempt and disdain.
His cheap cologne invades your nostrils immediately
And you quickly suppress a cough.
"Yes, yes, indeed we have to review this...er, many things are involved."
His face is powdered with a layer of self-importance;
Lips reddened by the polite harshness he spews.
His forked tongue flickers as he prattles on
And you're really getting quite tired.
"Oh I'm sorry! Of course, of course I understand; but my way is much better!"
You're getting really bored now, so you take a look around the room.
The expectation is to see it bedecked with acolades;
Yet bare walls, cold and empty, are all that greets you.
"Are you listening to me, I'm telling you why this isn't good enough. LISTEN TO ME!"
You take a look at the cup of coffee you were offered,
Cheap and lukewarm; you narrow your eyes.
"Is there a problem? I'm being honest, this is for YOUR OWN GOOD!"
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
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.
Shatterglass by eight 0f heartsShatterglass by eight 0f hearts in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It had survived things that no mug should have had to endure.
It had been dropped off cliffs, plunged into radioactive water, used to hold questionable substances and once travelled several hundred kilometres after Pilot tied a helium balloon to it. It had been thrown at Snippy countless times. It had suffered the indignity of being sat on by Engie after the Captain left it lying on a chair.
It had never been washed in its life.
But in the end, all it took was one little nudge, and the mug the great, glorious mug was reduced to a few shards of broken ceramic and a spatter of sad-looking tea.
It happened like this:
They were seated around the kitchen table in their current place of residence. "Kitchen", of course, is taken very broadly here there was no ceiling, nor were there any kitchen appliances; it was, in fact, merely a ramshackle table in the middle of an empty room.
Today's lunch consisted of cold baked beans which was quite the delicacy considering t
AtAInterview transcriptAtAInterview transcript in Articles & Interviews More Like This
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Welcome to ASKtheARTIST. My name is *thefluffyshrimp and today I have
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.
EmptyEmpty shellEmpty in Free Verse More Like This
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
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.
In the King's courtShe lowered her eyes.In the King's court in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It was best not to look directly into his. Not with his power and legacy, his brawn and audacity.
She lowered her head.
It was best not to show fear or flinch whenever he decided she was not in favor.
She lowered her guard.
The biggest mistake. The only mistake that matters.
She fell. Hard.
As the first fist came, before she could think, before she could turn, before she could move.
There would be no sleeping tonight.
There would never again be sleeping.
Don't gather daisies~A dark fairytale (part 1)Once upon a time, there was a little girl, sweet and plump and innocent like a rabbit. Bunny, they called her.Don't gather daisies~A dark fairytale (part 1) in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
One day, Bunny was skipping through the forest when she came upon a giant purple butterfly. The butterfly was glistening with ruby red designs and silvery sparkles and blue velvet swirls. The butterfly had a beautiful face, wise and grand, with long eyelashes.
"What brings you to the forest?" asked the butterfly, towering over Bunny. The butterfly was so pretty, but it made Bunny's stomach ache.
"I, um.... I was just going to gather some daisies." Bunny answered meekly.
"Daisies, be damned! That, you shall not do," said the butterfly. And it lifted its thin insect legs and wrapped Bunny so tightly, she couldn't breathe.
"Help!" Bunny wheezed. "You are suffocating me!"
The butterfly laughed a low demonic laugh, and Bunny felt the butterfly stick it's long spiky tongue all the way into Bunny's ear until her eardrum popped. The tongue wiggled and pricked and dug deepe