This one is Mine.I see the look in your eye as you follow her around the room,
I saw the poem you wrote, and told her she'd know whom.
Who it was for is what she asked, and walked off without a clue,
And you stared at her back whispering "I love you.".
Well, I'm going to be nice and give you a warning here,
This one is mine, and only mine, do I make myself clear?
I know she loves me more than words can express,
And I tell you, she is mine, that girl in that dress.
I read that poem, and I must tell you something,
I love her, and she loves me, for me she would do anything.
So, whatever you're waiting for, the right place, the right time?
Stop waiting, because I'm not letting go, I'm telling you. She's mine.
I would've been.I would've been a masterpiece if it wasn't for the tear,I would've been. in Free Verse More Like This
I don't know why I tell you this, it's not like you care.
I would've been a legend if it wasn't for the time,
Age of heroes has come and gone, all I can do now is rhyme.
I would've made something of myself, if I'd had the motivation,
But now, I just lie in wait, awaiting even more degradation.
I could've been someone, or something, I know I could,
But right now, it's all talk, all "Could, should, would."
Then there's that "if" or that "but" getting in the way,
I could've been a masterpiece, but here I am, rotting away.
No one even gives me a second glance,
I'm not a famous one like Rembrandt's.
I could've been a masterpiece if it wasn't for the tear,
If only the people looking after me had taken more care,
I could've been perfect, and remembered forever,
But now I am just a portrait, of the Forgotten Reaper.
I am me.I am a rock, I am a stone,I am me. in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I am all the things that you bemoan.
I will not cry, I shall not weep,
Even with this pain, even if I bleed.
You cannot make me die,
No matter how hard you try,
I will not weep, although I may bleed,
I will survive, for I am me.
And once I am gone,
And have finished what I begun.
I will still be,
For I am me.
Humble Mediocrity.I see the truth in your web of lies,Humble Mediocrity. in Free Verse More Like This
It's hard to see when you use your eyes.
Problem is, I'm a liar too.
I knew exactly where to look for you.
You're living one of your lies,
As you watch through the eyes,
Of humble mediocrity.
I'm here because someone has heard your plea.
You look at me and you scream for help,
Whilst saying nothing at all and not wanting to tell.
But that's not why I came,
I'm here because of what I became.
I came because I know what you can do,
Because I was once someone just like you.
I was once like you, living a lie.
Which is why I'm here - to silence your cry.
I came because you are a danger to me,
As you watch through your humble mediocrity.
Takes one to know one and I like my privacy,
So please forgive me because I am sorry.
As I look into your dead eyes,
With the potential to see through my lies.
I killed you for you saw my grand life as it really is
- Humble Mediocrity.
Learn respect.Those who fear me all should know,Learn respect. in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Where disrespecting me gets you to go.
I am no better than you, are you sure?
The mark of your ignorance shows you're immature.
Fear me or respect me, I do not care which,
Do not give me cause to leave you face-down in a ditch.
You cannot know what it is like, violence without limits,
I must tell you one thing - do not make me show you this.
There is an army of people, who would kill for this Reaper,
Know that of your lives; I am the Keeper.
Do not disrespect me, or you will die.
And remember - it is disrespect to ask why.
The Night Of Silence.Loud music blaring, older children scaring.The Night Of Silence. in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
It is the night of all Hallow's eve, when we believe the lies we weave.
Parties continue well into the night, but it is different tonight.
At midnight, there's a sudden hush, and shadow snuffs out the light.
The dark is rising, just another lost warning.
Demons blend in, walking side by side with masked human.
All Hallow's has come, but no one knows to run.
The dark is rising, just a forgotten warning.
The dark snuffs out the light, and shall wreak havoc tonight.
All Hallow's has come, and no one remembers to run.
The dark is rising, and the precious light is falling.
All Hallow's has come, and the massacre, has begun.
Think again.If you think death can't be beaten, you're not trying hard enough,Think again. in Free Verse More Like This
If you think nothing is eternal, then you've never felt true love.
If you want me to help you, and I tell you to help yourself,
You would think me rude, but some things I just can't tell you myself.
You live and you learn, and you have to live these things,
Empiricism is the only way to know how a nightingale sings.
You must know it for yourself, some things cannot be taught,
When you learn, you must adapt and change what you once thought.
My friend, it is not that I want to keep the knowledge to myself,
It is that I cannot tell you, for some things you must learn yourself.
I cannot tell you what beauty is, for it is everchanging for all of us,
I cannot tell you what is bad or good, for the knowledge is within us.
If I could tell you, I gladly would, if I could put these concepts into words,
But I cannot, so you must live and learn, no matter how much it hurts.
So now it is time,
There is no place for me.There is no place for my ideals or me,There is no place for me. in Concrete Poetry More Like This
There is no place for justice or mercy.
There is no place for true love anymore,
It's a sad truth, it saddens me at the core.
There is no place for me in this world,
Where the cries of the needy must go unheard.
I'm cast out for my ideals, my gentleman's code,
Well, I was born like this, a man in hero mode.
There is no place for a hero in this world,
The knight in shining armour must go unheard.
There is no such thing as a Fairy Tale,
I am not Prince Charming, just another sail.
On a boat afloat on a sea of sadness,
The winds of mourning passing through me.
There is nowhere in this world for me...
There is nowhere in this world for gallantry.
The Little French Rose.There was a woman you never knew,The Little French Rose. in Free Verse More Like This
She was so small she lived inside a shoe.
Although she was small she was as nice as they come,
She was small and beautiful, like a rosebud will become.
She was fragile for her size, or so they say,
But she got on with her life anyway.
She didn't have much, nor did she ask for it.
The Little French Rose had all she needed.
I want the world to stop spinning.If the world could stop spinning, that'd be great,I want the world to stop spinning. in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I don't want time to stop, that'd be worse, the wait.
I just want it all to stop, for existence to not exist,
I would want to die if it weren't that my problems would persist.
I want the world to stop spinning,
My problems can't be solved by simply not living.
I don't want to live anymore,
I don't want to exist anymore.
I want the world to stop spinning, I want to get off,
I want it all to stop, both hard times and soft.
I just want it all to stop, I want existence to cease,
I want the world to stop spinning... Please?
Armageddon.Yes, I still want you.Armageddon. in Free Verse More Like This
But do I still need you?
I need you like fire thirsts for water,
I need you like a cactus craves the sun.
I need you like a bird needs its wings clipped,
I need you as penance for all I have done.
Yet I still want you,
When your eyes are purgatory itself.
There is no passion in that fire,
But I want that simple burning hatred.
I need you like a child needs to plunge its hand into fire,
And yet you still glint and catch my eye and I want you.
I want you and need you,
Like I want and need the world to end.
You are my armageddon,
And your name is Jennifer.
First TimeIt's as if my whole life had been lived in the shadows,First Time in Free Verse More Like This
And yet I was blissfully unaware of the light.
Before her, I swore I knew what it was like to see,
But now I can look back at how blind I truly was.
It was her smile that illuminated my life,
And her brilliance that finally opened my eyes.
It was her fire that melted away my defenses,
And it was her heart that was key to unlocking mine.
She taught me that there was a world beyond the darkness;
Another place where pain and anguish could disappear.
For the first time in my life I'm right where I belong,
And though I'm scared, I know it's all going to be all right.
Praise be to Cupid, whose arrows surely pierced my heart.
And to Venus for allowing such beauty on earth.
QuestionsDo you ever wish that you can turn back the clock,Questions in Free Verse More Like This
And set right any wrongs that you have caused others?
Do you ever dream that you can change your fate,
For the better?
More than you can ever imagine.
Do you ever wonder what other people are thinking,
So that you can know your friends from your foes?
Do you ever think about who truly loves you,
And who wants to slip a knife into your back?
Every single day.
Do you ever root for the underdog,
Knowing that their struggle is doomed to fail?
Do you ever hope that the tyranny that surrounds you,
Will crumble into ruin?
I think that you know the answer.
Do you ever wish?
Even though it's all in vain?
Paradise LostMan cannot understand how much he truly has,Paradise Lost in Free Verse More Like This
Until that which he holds most dear to his heart,
Is stolen from him, never to be seen again.
Man will never realize the consequences of his actions,
Until he makes a single mistake that ruins his life,
And the guilt eats away at his soul.
Man is incapable of knowing love,
Until his heart has been broken,
Therefore allowing him to understand loss.
Man will take everything for granted,
Until the occult hand of fate swoops from the heavens,
And snatches away all that he owns.
Man can never appreciate happiness,
Until he is overwhelmed with grief.
Hanging by a MomentI will always wonder what she was thinking that day.Hanging by a Moment in Free Verse More Like This
Though I wasn't the kindest or bravest,
Nor was I the smartest or most charming,
For some reason, on that day, she chose me.
I was plenty surprised to say the least;
Certainly with her charm, beauty and wits,
She could have had anyone in the world,
And yet she choose me, a spoony poet.
It was as if an occult hand swooped from
The heavens and turned her gaze towards me,
For it could have only been divine work,
To make me worth an angel's attention.
Here I am, clutching to that memory,
Hanging by a moment.
At Any MomentAt any moment, we could get lucky;At Any Moment in Free Verse More Like This
Win the lotto, get a promotion, go on a date,
Go to a party, eat with our friends,
At any moment, misfortune could come;
It starts raining, train comes late, food is under-cooked,,
You are robbed, have a fight,
She leaves you...
At any moment, a loved one could die;
Heart attack, car accident, building collapse,
Lung cancer, murdered on the streets,
It leaves you empty...
At any moment, your life could be cut mercilessly short,
And yet, after everything else,
You don't care...
Perchance to ForgetA single rose stands in the midst of a dreary grey,Perchance to Forget in Free Verse More Like This
The only remnant of a time long ago,
A reminder of a brighter past.
I sit here day after day,
Doing my very best to keep this rose,
To keep my dream alive.
And thus far I have been successful,
But I know I can’t keep this up,
For time will eventually run out.
And so I take this rose,
And gently dig her out from the dirt,
Leaving the field barren.
I take this chance to start anew;
I till the soil and plant new seeds,
And water the foundation.
Perchance, I can take this opportunity to forget the past,
And place my focus and energy in the present,
So that I might make a better future.
In the EndIn the end we are all sacks of meat.In the End in Free Verse More Like This
The holier-than-thou saints and the scum of the earth,
The pioneers of industry and the useless dregs of humanity,
We all share the same fate in death.
For all the good we do, for all our hard work, what do we get?
We're dumped in a nice little cherrywood box,
Tossed in the ground and covered in dirt,
And that's if they don't decide to burn us and put our ashes in a jar.
And such is the fate we are all doomed to have,
Yes, this is what we have to look forward to.
Good, evil, rich, poor, famous, unknown,
None of that matters in the end.
Get Over ItGet out of my dreams!Get Over It in Free Verse More Like This
You said it was over so why don’t you leave?
I don’t care where just get the hell away from me.
They say all’s fair in love in war,
But we both agreed the love wasn’t there,
So why the psychological warfare?
I don’t want much, just a bit of peace,
And I can’t do that
With you on my mind.
Hell, I can’t even say it’s your fault.
It’s me who’s remembering,
It’s just unconsciously.
Whoever said love hurts is a liar,
It only painful when it’s taken from you.
The Desert RoseWith eyes the colour of the cloudless sky,The Desert Rose in Free Verse More Like This
And hair like mighty dunes of sand,
She moves elusively and yet with such grace;
It is a dangerous sort of beauty.
Her eyes snap sharply into mine,
Whenever my gaze lingers a second too long.
Her stare traps mine own in place and so
I stay there frozen with fear... or is it awe?
I would love to tell myself
That such a flower is not meant for me,
But I would only be lying to myself
Because I love the thrill of the game.
I truly do admire her spirit,
Like the Great Pyramids it stands tall,
Against all odds,
Never bending an inch...
A fascination overwhelms me even now.
Can I even hope to keep up,
Or has the game already been won
By the Desert Rose?
ConfessionI sit here, four years later,Confession in Free Verse More Like This
Truly sorry for what I did.
It wasn't the worst thing in the world,
But it wasn't right.
In fact, it was malicious.
I understood that at the time,
And yet it didn't make a difference to me.
I took your notebook and tore it to shreds.
I didn't know you,
But I did it anyways.
I found it in my desk,
During Science Class,
And started ripping the pages.
No thought to how much work you put into it.
I lied when I was discovered,
And told them it was an accident,
That I was scared to get into trouble...
And I still am.
Dying From LoveDying From LoveDying From Love in Free Verse More Like This
His sweet words touched her heart
Now it is bleeding and torn apart
His gentle touch as he held her hand
Now it is empty as a barren land
His tender kiss across her lips
Ignited something deep within
Now they are parched and dry
Craving moisture that he would provide
He caressed her heart with his love
Now it is screaming from the pain
Dying slowly as she cries in the rain
Breaking FreeBreaking Free:Breaking Free in Free Verse More Like This
I sit here waiting, in the coldest of cells
Outside I hear them screaming for blood
I know that they mean to kill me soon
Yet somehow my spirit remains resolved and calm
As they march me to the gallows, wrapped in chains
I grin knowingly as they force me to kneel
Each and every man in the audience, waits for this moment
They know that something is about to change!
An eldritch wind ripples through the air
And I can feel it wrapping around my beating heart
It makes me feel like breaking the conventions:
The ones that I've torn apart...
And as they make me bow before the guillotine
I can feel a sense of unrivaled excitement
This is the moment where things will change!
I can sense it in the way that the air is moving
As one I see the masses rise, they become tall-
Like giants made of flesh and anger!
They break like the tide upon the guards holding me
Setting me free once more...
And as I redeem my hat from the clutches of the self-righteous
An Epic LegendAn Epic Legend:An Epic Legend in Free Verse More Like This
The skies turned bloody, as the smell of death wafted through the air;
Those yet to be consumed by the madness, stood dumbfounded in the streets
They stared at the sky and into the glimmering eye of Tashorak
Who in the moments of his birth, consumed the stars that surrounded him
The Moon was all that stood in his way, for she would not let her people die
Yet though she fought with all of her might, she too was eventually consumed...
The Sun watched helpless, for he was powerless during the Eternal Night
Yet though he could not act directly; he could send others to act in his stead
The first was an Elf, Auroch Vasira, who pierced the night with his mighty bow
His arrows shot into the empty sky, to shimmer and replace the swallowed stars
The second was a wizard from the human lands, his name was Kurath Damien
With the powers of the Arcane, ancient and pure, he rescued the Moon from death.
It took its place in the sky once more and its glow weakened Tashorak
How to Form A Metal BandHow to Form a Metal Band:How to Form A Metal Band in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Note: This is just a humour piece and is not a part of the appeal so just sit back and relax ^^
--Step One: Can you growl/be really high-pitched?--
a) Yes: Proceed to the next step
b) No: Find a new job
--Step Two: What does your growl/shriek sound like?--
a) OO-WAH-Ah-Ah-Ah: You are mentally unsound, proceed to heavy or death metal
b) SHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA: You are a viking wannabe, proceed to power or heavy metal
c) IIIRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA: Demons possess your throat, proceed to death or black metal
d) *Unintelligibly high shrieking noise*: You might have been born in a dirty cradle, proceed to black or power metal
e) ULULULULULULULULULU: Wrong genre, find a new job...
--Heavy metal: What do you like to sing/growl about--
a) I don't like to sing, I just like to growl: In that case find a female singer with a good voice so you can growl away while she sings. You may need to s
ScreamScream:Scream in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
He steps out onto the stage, grinning as always
He can hear the bass playing as the drum sets the mood
So to warm them up, he begins with an introduction:
Though we have come here tonight as individuals
I believe that we will leave here as friends
Because no one else, except a friend
Would be willing to hear you scream.
And so, tonight, we'll be playing our song "Scream"
He takes a deep breath and the guitar begins to wail
The drumming heats up and he knows that this is his moment
In a voice that is low and filled with emotion
He slowly begins to sing his song:
When first you came upon this path
You thought that you had seen the last of-
Nightmares crawling from your dreams!
You hear the sound of a thousand screams and they-
Drag you down to suffocate!
And you're just filled with so much hate that you-
(Feel like giving in...)
(When it cuts right past your skin!)
Just raise up your voice, I'll let you be heard!
Scream out your different kin
SANGUINE Chapter 1 - 1SANGUINESANGUINE Chapter 1 - 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A tale of vampires, twists and delusions, by Chen Yuan Wen
Chapter 1 1:
THE DOORS TO the council chamber swung open slowly; whining as the metallic bolts ground into place. A lone knight, with long flowing blonde hair that was ever so slightly curled at the tips, made her way to the podium, where several robed priests were gathered. They sat in silence, illuminated by crystalline orbs that burned with a magical fire and one in particular stood out from the rest. He was clad in robes of golden finery, woven from highest grade of silk and adorned with numerous precious gemstones; most of which covered the cuffs of its sleeves. This man was known as Bishop Rogan Volthair, once the son of Baron Volthair, he had earned a high place in the Church of the White Lady for his natural oratory skill and religious fervour. It was his duty to pass on the orders of the Church to specific high-ranking Knights who would then take on extremely dangerous or forbidden quests
Behind the EyepatchBehind the Eyepatch:Behind the Eyepatch in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
A simple eyepatch
Worn to hide deformity
Becomes its symbol
-Chen Yuan Wen, 30th May 2012
Captain's HaikuCaptain's Haiku:Captain's Haiku in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Studied hard the night before
Fails the first question
Damn it, depression, die...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 27th August 2012, 12:11am (Still staring at question one)
A Shattered IllusionA Shattered Illusion:A Shattered Illusion in Free Verse More Like This
A day that was born of the brightest light
Has now shattered like crystals in the sinking dark
Where once the spirit was unfettered and free
Now it weeps painfully in a cage of thorns
Blood is drawn from its tender flesh
And drips slowly down to mark the skin
A tattoo of pain forever remembered
By a ghost that lives within
There is emptiness in this void
A cold and lonely song of existence
A solemn note born from the sheer magnitude of the silence
That it deafens both the heart and mind
In the quiet serenity of utter despair
What is born from the lack of a sense of hope?
A cold determination to steal the future
From the wanton wheel of fate...
"Such is the nature of desperation, when caught in an endless cycle of hate..."
-Chen Yuan Wen, 10th July 2012
FEARFEAR:FEAR in Free Verse More Like This
Frantically he scrambles away from the dark
Eager to be free of his waking nightmare
Acting only upon the instinct within him;
Reminded constantly that he is prey
For some time he hides in the pervasive shadows
Earnestly praying that he will not be discovered
A single sound is all it takes to jar him;
Running from a creature that he can barely see
From head to toe it is certainly monstrous
Enshrouded in an aura of absolute repugnance
As the acid drips from its cruel jaws,
Rapidly dissolving the ground below
Fearful, he cowers, beneath boxes and cardboard,
Escaping away into a tiny corner of his mind
Alone with only his anxiety for company
Resting for what might be his very last
From birth, Ever-present, Always Remembered
such is the nature of FEAR
Writing poetry again Doctor Cecil? That's good!
You'll need a hobby to be working in an environment like this
-Chen Yuan Wen, 9th October 2012
Oppa Pirate Style!Oppa Pirate Style:Oppa Pirate Style! in Free Verse More Like This
Chen Chen Chen Chen, Chen is pirate style!
Chen Chen Chen Chen, Chen is pirate style!
Stick-on tattoos and a Captain's hat makes me a player
My pirate theme is 'Raining Blood' by a band that's known as Slayer
But let's realise the fact: I've got no beard, I'm just that cool
I'm like Monkey D. Luffy when I drown in a kiddie pool
Cause I'm a guy!
The type that sails along the seven seas, a pirate guy
With a black fedora hat I use to tease, a pirate guy
Got so much swag I cure the love disease, a pirate guy
I'm a pirate guy!
So heyo- Pretty ladies I need to know...I need to know
Would you get aboard my ship and drop it really low, do it really slow!
(Then I want ye lovely lasses all t' say-)
Oppa Pirate style, Pirate style!
oh oh oh oh Oppa Pirate style, pirate style
oh oh oh oh Oppa Pirate style
Eh- Sexy Lady, oh oh oh oh Oppa Pirate style!
Eh- Sexy Lady oh oh oh oh
Once I tried to rob a ship that came from Neverland
When I got on board I fo
OmegaThere is a wolf lurking in my doorway;Omega in Free Verse More Like This
our eyes holding breathless conversations
as secrets whisper through the stroke of my pen
into the awaiting lungs of strangers.
Soon young pup, you'll have nothing left to say.
My heart is woven together with tight-knit words,
blood red Poe, and thumping Hemingway-
Yet, no headstrong Omega sleeps
within this slightly cracked, ribcage embrace.
"I am unafraid of forests with teeth."
WillowYour confessional arms are Willow trees,Willow in Free Verse More Like This
draping lonely limbs around an empty ink-jar heart.
Scars worn down like henna tattoos.
A night witch scrawling her incantations on blue moons,
rolling her letters into sentences like a curse.
But, it is in these coffee eyes you have found a home.
Keep your secrets, wolfgirl.I have been suffocatingKeep your secrets, wolfgirl. in Free Verse More Like This
on the stars of my past
like horny gentlemen
do with innocent looking
wolfgirls at 3am- their bite
fearless as thieves.
My lilac lungs are breathing in
dust and the tears of Saturn’s
while the rest of me -
well, shes warm off wine
and poems left
NaPoWriMo: Day 2sometimes,NaPoWriMo: Day 2 in Free Verse More Like This
i have this
sudden urge to cut
most of the time,
i just wish I were anything
other than me.
a rocket ship, a bird-
the sweet flavored smoke
I promised my girlfriend
these briar patch lungs
would not in.hale.
i have fallen in love
with the strangest of things-
eyes that intimidate
the way my scars
play hide and seek
with her hands. -
the love letters
that start and end
pressed against limbs.
i make promises
i know i can not keep.
but if i were a liar
i would say i was tired
of writing to the stars.
Cancer has a smell.Old classics,Cancer has a smell. in Free Verse More Like This
the half cup of
peppermint ice cream
sitting in your freezer
for weeks, and cat litter.
He won’t eat anymore,
but there are
piles and piles
of dirty dishes
sitting in the sink.
before your eyes.
You can wrap
your whole self
around his tiny bones
You can hold him
like he used to hold you
all those years ago.
And you are angry.
You try to find
You hate doctors,
and you hate
You have to force yourself
to stop crying,
This is the one person
who’s always had faith
He’s read every poem
and hoarded every award
you ever won.
You ignore statistics,
lub-dubThere are loverslub-dub in Free Verse More Like This
I will never be able to
crawl out from underneath;
I’m caving in, lungs
no longer able
to exhale lovely things.
However hollow, I’ve got
these artist hands,
these god hands of mine
that can save lives.
What’s the point
when I’ve got little
& no one can ever seem
to find my pulse?
Lonely Gods"I wish my body to be a staircaseLonely Gods in Free Verse More Like This
to heaven." She said, "A conduit
of lonely Gods."Swaying
pendulum hips, she, she
was made of stardust.- Scars sleeping
above a city of sweet bones, stirring
like sun-stricken scorpions during
hollow painkiller nights,
mistaking her redred burns
for Apollos kisses.
"Sadly, this body has whispered away
the last of my secrets."
Dragons BloodYou are an art journal,Dragons Blood in Free Verse More Like This
all scraps of paper and profound quotes
of those you say "I'll fucking know one day",
because you love to shock me
with even more profound profanities
and those watercolor fingers
you use to shut me up.
Gently. Always gently.
You leave me moon-eyed;
Dragons Blood still lingering
in the wake of your
heartbeats against mine.
NaPoWriMo- Day 5She used to try and catch butterfliesNaPoWriMo- Day 5 in Free Verse More Like This
until she realized their beauty
rubbed off on her fingers;
but she will always be loving you
with those digits.
20 years from now
when even the love on her arms
My Type of GuyMy Type of Guy in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
For your warm embrace
Can't keep up the pace
When you're nearby
You're my type of guy
YouThe perfect smileYou in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The coolest walk
The sweetest style
The smoothest talk
Such beautiful eyes
Such tasteful lips
The greatest surprise
And erotic hips
I'll be your lover
I'll be your friend
We'll lie under these covers
Until the end
The ShadowA messenger, a God of DeathThe Shadow in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Watching your every step
Following your trail
Holding your fate
Clutching your soul
In his cold, dead hands...
LoveIt doesn't come easyLove in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It doesn't come quick
It can make you feel happy
Or make you feel sick
It can make you feel powerful
It can make you feel "hip"
But can also make you fall
And make you lose your grip
When you meet him, you wait for the words
The words you hope are true
When he kisses your lips and tenderly says
"I'll always love only you"
AbyssAbyssAbyss in Free Verse More Like This
Push me deeper,
right into my own Wonderland.
I’m falling down this hole,
but I’m no Alice.
There’s no Wonderland waiting,
no rabbit who’s late
for the Red Queen,
no talking flowers;
just rock bottom,
dirt and dust.
You push me so hard,
leaving me falling
to my weary abyss.
While I’m stuck
with dirt and bugs,
you’ll simply cackle out,
“You should’ve listened,”
even though I did.
I listened ‘til my ears
oozed with blood.
You’re the reason
I’m falling so deep,
into my abyss.
Don't Give It UpDon’t Give It UpDon't Give It Up in Free Verse More Like This
That’s what we call ourselves,
Why do we do this?
We break and break,
then we continue the madness.
We have others hurt us,
then we look ourselves
in the mirror
and hurt ourselves more.
You know what, though?
You’re not what they say,
you’re not what they make you feel.
You’re beautifully you,
and that’s so amazing.
You’re smart and wonderful.
You’re worth something
and I know you’re
everything to someone.
It hurts so much,
feeling what we do,
but I’ve seen what would happen.
You have a chance everyday,
a chance to do ANYTHING.
Don’t give that up.
That LookThat LookThat Look in Free Verse More Like This
Today, I closed my eyes
and tried to imagine it.
I tried to imagine the touches.
I tried to imagine the butterflies.
I tried to imagine the kisses.
I tried to imagine all of it.
You know what, though?
I just couldn't believe,
or even simply imagine,
seeing someone look at me
like I'm their whole world.
So, I closed my eyes again,
and secretly hoped that I
could get that look
as much as give it.
MaskMaskMask in Free Verse More Like This
I hide myself
so no one will see me.
I wear this façade
so no one will notice.
Once you break down my walls,
I’ll try to desperately rebuild
in hopes not to disappoint you.
This ‘real me’ that I show few
hides deep inside because
she’s absolutely terrified.
So here I stand,
hidden behind a mask,
awaiting the day for someone
to come along,
pull it off,
and tell me I’m good enough
just the way I am.
Remember MeRemember MeRemember Me in Free Verse More Like This
Each step I take,
each breath I take,
each wall I break,
will be written inside my heart.
You may not remember it,
but I will.
It seems so simple to you
through your curious eyes,
but it’s more than that.
It’s more than just being quiet.
It’s more than just moving along.
It’s more than what you think.
If only you could climb inside my head.
I take journeys across the world,
flying over mountains and oceans,
and I never stay in one place too long.
I remember every single thing I do,
every thing I see with my wondrous eyes.
One day, you’ll remember me,
in the oddest of moments.
You’ll remember me as the quiet girl
who lived inside her head.
You’re the one that’ll always wonder,
what was she thinking?
That’s how you’ll remember me.
Break Down the WallBreak Down the WallBreak Down the Wall in Free Verse More Like This
You’ve been beaten down,
torn apart and thrown away,
and forced to build this wall.
Maybe two different stories,
two different places,
yet these walls remain around us.
They’ve been torn down
over and over again,
just to be rebuilt.
Now we sit behind these walls,
hoping someone will come
and break it down for us.
Why do we wait, though?
Why not break it down ourselves?
We have always been able to,
yet we sit and wait.
So much lurks on the
outside of our walls.
So much hurt,
so much trouble,
but also so much happiness.
We’ve been waiting,
but were we waiting for a hero
or to be our own heroes?
Maybe our destinies crossed
not to meet in the middle,
but to finally show each other
that we can be our own heroes.
Not RealNot RealNot Real in Free Verse More Like This
“It’s not real, dear.”
How is it not real?
It’s all coming after me
tearing my body apart,
blood running down my face like tears.
“It’s not real, dear.”
Of course it’s real!
The monsters chase me everyday,
making sure just to have a taste.
I’ve never been so scared.
“It’s not real, dear.”
I’m blinking my eyes,
trying to wake up from this.
It’s not real you say?
Say that to my pain and tears.
“It’s not real, dear.”
Yes, it’s real.
I wish it weren’t,
but it is.
That’s what makes it hurt worse.
Fire and WaterFire and WaterFire and Water in Free Verse More Like This
My fire will burn through all,
bringing nothing but pain.
My flames flicker at my edges,
keeping everyone far away;
it’s for their own good.
I’m nothing but destruction
and my fire has no remorse
until I’m all alone.
I’m left all alone with
my everlasting light.
When you come along,
you diminish my flames,
sizzling them with your cold, wet touch.
Somehow, amidst my self destruction,
you came and found me,
colliding with me in a way
I have never truly known.
You came close enough to
my painful, roaring flames,
bringing me down to a small flicker.
You showed me I can be loved.
Go Right AheadGo Right AheadGo Right Ahead in Free Verse More Like This
She brought herself so low,
lower than the dirt in the ground
all because things weren’t going your way.
Does it make you feel good
to know you’re tearing us all apart
bit by bit?
Oh wait, I completely forgot.
You have Heaven on earth,
so we should all be happy.
That isn’t Heaven, though.
You have Hell wrapped around
your stupid, little finger.
You’ve made your bed,
now lay in it.
When you end in burning pain,
you’ll be alone and torn apart.
And she’ll simply walk away
because she didn’t know
how to smile anymore.
Without you dragging her down,
she’ll smile brightly once again.
A Broken LightA Broken LightA Broken Light in Free Verse More Like This
Look what you’ve done again,
tossing me to the side.
Your choices are so clear,
but that doesn’t make it hurt less.
You always push me down further,
beneath the dirt under your feet.
Take a closer look,
maybe you’ll see the brokenness I hide.
You see that broken light?
You tore it apart a long time ago,
but you never noticed.
You wanna know what it feels like?
Like I’m never good enough,
not for you or anyone else.
I’ll keep breaking down,
I’ll keep hurting and hurting,
I’ll keep that broken light.
Sometimes, it doesn’t feel that broken.
Sometimes, I can smile without thinking.
You always take it away, though.
You always build me up
and then tear me down.
You’ll leave me in the dust
when something better comes along.
All that I’m left with?
A broken light that will never be mended.
Well Darn, There Goes My PlanFunny this life we live, there is so much more to see.Well Darn, There Goes My Plan in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The heavens above, filled with no love,
The moon in the sky, larger then you or I.
Can't you see it, the size of it all?
We are ants infesting a house,
A flea eating a mouse.
Where will we be in a few hundred years?
Will we be in tiny boxes living useless fears?
Will we be in the ground, never to be found?
Will you be remembered, for who you use to be?
Perhaps by a few, but never truly by me,
For how am I to know, someone I've never seen?
Time has flown by, it's to late for you and me.
Why do you live, when time will soon blink,
and you will be gone, faster then you think?
MirrorMirror, mirror, wherever you lie.Mirror in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I can't help but fear the day you die.
Shattered pieces left to dwell,
On wooden floor boards who creak and swell.
This is why I intricately waltz,
And why I act so very false.
For one wrong step may scatter you,
And pain may make me forever rue.
A splinter in my foot and a shard in my eye.
I fear it as much as I would fear to die.
I've seen people thunder past you with pride,
And not a shiver nor shake appeared on your side.
But one wrong step will send me reeling,
Even though my fear is misleading.
For one wrong step and I may find,
A splinter in my foot, and a shard in my eye.
To The BattleCan you hear our whispers?To The Battle in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
We've lead you to your demise.
Because no matter what you try,
You will never get past our lies.
Can you hear the scandal?
It's come far to late.
We've taken over all your lives,
It's to late to see your mistake.
Can you hear the yelling?
It's pounding in our ears.
Day by day it's there,
Perhaps we'll listen to your peers.
Can you hear us running?
We've lost the battle now.
It couldn't have happened we thought,
But now you've got what you sought.
Who am I?Who am I?Who am I? in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Am I the smile on my face,
The one who fakes my grace?
Who am I?
Am I the pain I try to hide,
Or is this pain who I am inside?
Who am I?
The silent one with no hope,
Or the hopeful one with no silence?
Who am I?
Just a body of flesh and blood,
Or is there a soul living in this mud?
Who am I?
Can I be who I want,
And be there for my friends?
I think not.
Who am I?
I'm who you want me to be,
At least, for now.
PainDesire does burn inside my chest,Pain in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Sink that knife into my vest.
Hold it tight and don't let go,
Blood will spew and burn the rose.
Arctic ice runs through my veins,
The sun will rise and thaw my pains.
This knife will be my blessed sun,
And from it's love my pain will run.
GreedLook at these hands,Greed in Free Verse More Like This
Stung with rightful scars.
I'm so very cold,
I think it's in my heart.
How can it be,
Someone loves me?
I just want to leave,
Perhaps they really hate me?
Punish me please,
Make me bleed.
My own attempts don't work,
I don't want my mother to see.
I hate me so much,
Just hate me please.
Starve me of food,
Hit me for my greed.
Tare me to pieces,
Kill my hopes and dreams.
Make me feel true pain,
Let me bleed out the greed.
I take to much, what can I give?
I need true pain, what worse than to live?
Heaven and HellThe sweetest rose has the sharpest thorns,Heaven and Hell in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
It pains me to smell it,
The clearest water from the rain is born,
It chills me to drink it,
The brightest light pierces the darkest night,
It blinds me to see it,
The most peaceful rest is after the hardest fight,
It tires me to feel it,
The kindest words sooth the deepest wounds,
It hurts me to heal it.
Life is a hell born from it’s own fires,
But now I know,
Is a heaven on Earth.
Hell and BackI have been to Hell and back,Hell and Back in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
And fought each demon twice.
I have drowned in seas of blood,
And fell from deadly heights.
I have slept through tortured moans,
And burned in toxic fires.
I have even be decapitated,
Though you may call me a liar.
I have been to Hell and back,
And fought each demon twice.
But even though I have left,
Hell never left my sight.
Starless NightI miss the stars and seeing them for who they are,Starless Night in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I miss the moon, who was so white sometimes she was blue.
I miss the dreams of sailing on void black seas.
But all I have now is a blood red moon,
and stars that barley show and are so very dull.
Writing on the WallsDeserts of white reach the air,Writing on the Walls in Free Verse More Like This
So stable and high, they are so bare.
Let's fill them shall we?
Let them hold our story.
Bring me the marker,
We have something to say.
Let them hold my mark,
Let the thoughts see the day.
Fantasies of death, decay, and dreams.
People say they are horrid things.
We know better don't you think,
Let's show them the light of everything bleak.
Such stories we have to tell,
Pages can not have them held.
Terror and pain are just a game,
Life is just something to tame.
Call us crazy, but see our words?
That must be what you think you've heard.
Hear us again, words so light,
They fill these walls with a terrible sight.
Maybe now you can hear our screams.
Continuing StoriesA word is worth a thousand thoughtsContinuing Stories in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Once bound together to be caught
Inspiring minds forever now
With revolutions begin how
Because of books and pretty tales
Still to be reality's bail
The human mind cannot be stilled
Unless the thought for now be chilled
And yet we must owe all our thanks
To words that make our figure's rank
For literature keeps no theme
As it forever holds our dreams
So be for now our thrilling words
But stay free as those mocking birds
And as those stories do go on
It always beings thereupon...
Of YesterdaySnow falls on the battlefieldOf Yesterday in Free Verse More Like This
Washing over the blood
And the old tools
As mothers come
To find their children
Laying under its cold embrace
And a little girl
Mourns for her brother
A handsome young man
Killed in the raids
But he would not let her
Pick up a weapon
Because she was weak
Because she was tired
But he can speak no more
And of the war plaguing her
As he drove his knife
At the attackers
But the knife slipped away
And struck his own heart
In the forgotten times
HolesEach little lie, or hidden ambitionHoles in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Hides in a hole, as is tradition
Riddled with dreams, and fearful obsessions
That once were loved, in someone's possession
All the broad smiles, each a facade
With monstrous trinkets: knit, torn, and odd
Still broken treasures can easily lie
To thoughts so forced they can't seem to cry
Though cloudy with tears, and false memories
Keeping a hope that fades to the breeze
As such locks can try, but still cannot
Forget what was already hastily forgot
By those that are troubled by labourous pasts
As thinkers attempt to help them at last
Claiming their tales and lies to be so
But what do imaginary people know?
Writing a PoemIf only it was simple to write poetry...Writing a Poem in Free Verse More Like This
To have the ability to write what you wanted
And to find inspiration anywhere,
May it be from nature, war, friends, anything.
I wish I could take up my pen
And write beautiful words
All intertwining and maybe even rhyming.
Or maybe I could put my hands
To my keyboard with meaning
And just, well, type.
But it's really not that simple
To write a decent, or beautiful poem.
It takes time, and practice.
And guess what?
You're right, practice.
But once you finally have that poem,
Completed and strong,
You know it's worth the effort.
Well, most of the time.
Unless your poem was really bad.
SovereignThe sovereign that reignsSovereign in Free Verse More Like This
Over the grey sky
Keeping close to faith
As fear draws to mind
StolenCan you findStolen in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
What was hidden
To pay no mind
Over hearts smitten
Can you face
Our stares again
Before the chase
From fellow men
Can you see
What you have done
By setting free
Possessions of one
Mine to Steal: Brunhilde's SongCoiling serpents with ruby eyesMine to Steal: Brunhilde's Song in Free Verse More Like This
Seek not for what is mine to steal
For in the night I'll surely give
A silver band and golden sword
Beyond a cage of flames and frogs
To frozen walls of ice and snow
Flows through a solemn lullaby
Humming stories to be told
Sing not to me a coward's tale
With sparkling eyes and living breath
Leave a heart like mine to steal
And let a silent message hold
Shield those eyes with ruby gems
Seek not for what is mine to steal
For in the night I'll surely give
A golden helm and silver spear
RapunzelRapunzel, RapunzelRapunzel in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Your golden braid
So I may have
A fortune made
And very clear
Just may hear
In the light
It'll be tonight
Be too afraid
So I may have
A fortune made
PetrifiedIn its grandeur, a petrified heart can be beautiful.Petrified in Free Verse More Like This
You say it's not so, as its blackness covers all features,
Shading over each crevice and vessel
Normally colored in vibrant blues and reds.
But can wrongdoings be acceptable?
Most say no, though it may be in human nature
To follow tempting thoughts to a false freedom.
Still, are sins not condemnable?
Especially if unknowingly committed?
For who can say how. Say why.
But is there true sense in darkness measured
By actions and never thoughts?
Yet the idea of petrification could be fascinating
In due time, and over a perfect mastery.
Because it truly is a deceptively sweet smile
Masking devilishly sweet thoughts
That can make up a perfectly deformed human.
Yes, they make up each twisted and shaded heart,
But are such hidden hearts truly dark
Or is it just from perspective?
And who knows just who has their heart petrified?
Humpty DumptyI can remember that nightHumpty Dumpty in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Not too long ago
And if my actions were right
Under a moon buried in snow
They kept my attempts of flight
Far from what I know
There were yellow walls
And soft carpet floors
When he came to call
Knocking on my door
He grabbed my dolly from my hand
Where is my dolly
Please give me Dolly
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall
Poor Humpty Dumpty
That face on the wall...
Reminds me of Dolly
And her broken head
Dolly fell to the ground
With a very loud thump
When he took me around
To give my head a big bump
As he tried not to frown
When the world started to clump
He threw me in his car
I think it was red
When I heard a scream from afar
As Mama stuck out her head
An image I kept real far
To forget that Mama bled
She smiled at me
Was it there or then
In the hospital
Before I heard the shot
That was never meant to be
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
Poor Humpty Dumpty
He never coul