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.
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.
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.
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.
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?
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.
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.
Irrelevant.You were changing, I saw it, but you didn't know,Irrelevant. in Concrete Poetry More Like This
You changed from who I love to someone I don't know.
I wanted to see who I loved, so I tried my best,
And I saw her, fleetingly, hidden within your breast.
Now, I beseech you, if you've changed, then change,
Don't throw me away for nothing, that's beyond strange.
Don't torture me with the image, of the girl I still love,
Don't torture me with the image of an angel from above.
If you want to change, then please, do so,
Change into a girl that I don't want to know.
Just don't turn into the girl that I love again,
Because I cannot handle being thrown away again.
So if you want, then stop being the girl I love,
Don't torture me with the girl whom I will always love.
ContradictionsThese things seem to rule my life,Contradictions in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Some people hate me and cause me strife,
Others think me a hero, ready to sacrifice myself.
Many think me noble, but you can decide that yourself.
Contradictions, they rule my life, "Why did she break up with you?"
A complete and utter list of contradictions, all of which I tell you,
"Does she love you?" I answer she says so, and I love her too.
A contradiction follows, "But then why did she break-up with you?"
That's the mystery, the greatest contradiction of all, to all of you,
But no, I leave out one thing, the thing that kills me inside too.
"I'm just... I'm not happy." What she said, word for word,
And I cry now, because what she said did not go unheard.
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.
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.
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?
Thank YouI never thought I could be brought to my knees,Thank You in Free Verse More Like This
Not by anger nor torture nor pain nor betrayal,
And yet you found a way to do it.
I thought I had hardened my heart against the world,
And all the people within it,
But you proved me wrong.
You found a way past my defenses, past my wall of cynicism,
Making a pathway straight to my heart,
Which if I might add, is yours for the keeping.
Despite all my efforts you still managed to
Bring a smile to a... depressed Realist's face...
And for that, I thank you.
UntitledIt is in the blackest abyss,Untitled in Free Verse More Like This
Yes, and the darkest crevices of the earth,
Where the burning candle shines the brightest.
It is in the bleakest of moments,
When all hope seems to flee,
When you can find a friend by your side.
Wherever you are, whatever the time, however you feel,
Just know that I will always be here,
Always with you, always loyal.
For as long as the sun continues to rise,
And you possess the strength to get to your feet,
There is still hope.
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.
Calypso's PrisonI sit here, trapped on this curséd island,Calypso's Prison in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Forbidden to die, unable to dream
Of a day when my misery might end.
Those times when the callous, spiteful Gods deem
It appropriate to send me a friend;
A companion, or perhaps a lover…
Times that make it seem like my pain might end…
But with Gods so cruel, why do I even bother?
It’s a game to keep me in discontent,
Hateful fun to keep me isolated,
To have me wish that eternity might end.
Ages I’ve hoped, and ages I’ve waited,
But it seems as if the Fates are content,
To leave me prisoner in paradise.
Cruel ThoughtsI do enjoy seeing my rivalCruel Thoughts in Free Verse More Like This
Writhing with pain, regretting the hypocrisy that he spewed from his lips,
Tainting the earth with his lies.
Now he lies broken, with dreams crushed, picking himself up with a false sort of hope.
Here's to karma, doing what she does best!
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.
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
CorvusCorvus:Corvus in Free Verse More Like This
Black feathers falling through the empty sky
A whisper upon the winds, better left unspoken
As a glimmer of sunlight catches my eye
I am drawn to the worms that writhe below
Each one pulses with the desire to live
endlessly tunneling through the sands of the earth
With nothing more for them to give
I'm afraid they are quickly eaten...
One, two, three and four
Each one swallowed by an open door
Five, six, seven, eight
They know not love nor petty hate
It makes me wonder if they feel this pain
of being consumed by the one they fear
They sprout and dance in the lovely rain
Not knowing of that which lurks so near
-Chen Yuan Wen, Experimental Release
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
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
The Little SeedThe Little Seed:The Little Seed in Free Verse More Like This
Little seed floating
Dreaming that he may blossom
Drowned by the currents
-Chen Yuan Wen, Unofficial Release
Cold RazorsCold Razors:Cold Razors in Free Verse More Like This
Let it pierce into my flesh
The cold metal of razors
and let me carve into my skin
a wonderous design of love
Love for the pain which I inflict upon myself
Love for the disgusting toxin which I bleed from deep within me
Love for all the people that remind me everyday of how pointless my existence is
Oh, I'm sorry, did you want to say something too?
Did you want to enjoy of this toxic waste?
This nauseating poisonous sulphurous odious mixture of noxious FUMES!
Ah, but you're one of the normal people aren't you
You can comb your hair without pain
You can dye it any colour you want
You can style it in any manner you please...
and yet you choose to complain?
Oh that's right, you can run too
You can run and jump and vault and swim and whatever else you feel like doing
You can enjoying the feeling of wind in your face without the need of
Ah, but that's alright, here let me sit and congratulate you
Let me pat you on the back for bringing glory to us al
MotherMother:Mother in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The last time that I saw you, I left with bitter words
I never knew how much the things, I said to you would hurt.
And I never wanted to see you; so I tried to shut you out
But a Mother is the one thing that I cannot live without...
I've been to the doctor's room
He tells me I will see you soon
I'm prayin' in the lobby-
Hopin' that you'll be okay...
I never knew that things would be this way...
The first memory I have, is when you used to hold my hand
You taught me how to be a man but I threw it in your face
Still you forgave me and still you believed
But I took your faith and broke it up, like golden autumn leaves...
why ain't I the one with the disease...
Mother can you hear me?
I wanted to let you know
That I'm stayin' here for good-
And I will never let you go!
I've been to the doctor's room
He tells me I will see you soon
I'm prayin' in the lobby-
Hopin' that you'll be okay...
I never knew that things would be this way...
Her Cold LipsHer Cold Lips:Her Cold Lips in Free Verse More Like This
She watches me, as I bid my friends goodbye
Her cold hands creep along my shoulders
they tell me that she is there
and that she will never let me go...
We're in my room now, away from the outside
I know that she doesn't like the sun
Often, she prefers to observe me from the shadows
but I think she doesn't like the others coming close...
We're beneath the covers now, panting softly
her cold body pressed against mine
Her lips are completely devoid of warmth
and yet they taste so rousingly sweet
A haunting, a haunter and the haunted
Two of us now entwined beneath the ruffled sheets
We cross a barrier that should not be broken
each and every night, as her softly tongue slips gently over mine...
It's dark now and she continues to smile
Her chest does not rise and fall, for she does not breathe
She suffocates me and yet I can't bear to let her go
She clings to me and yet I am equally drawn
It's daytime now and she has vanished
but I know she will return when the sun has
The Simple DelightsThe Simple Delights:The Simple Delights in Free Verse More Like This
The world is a place of simple pleasures
of the simple delights that we fail to see
Like a rose whose thorns will prick unwary
we focus on the negatives that be
But if we chose to hold the rose
Gentle and with grace
Its thorns would simply press our skin
Not pain or poison laced
If we could learn the simple lessons
of looking at all the good things in life
Then food would be the only object
to meet the edge of my knife
I see so many different ways
to enjoy the life that I have today
I could go to the store and buy a snack
A treat for me I say
Perhaps I'll choose to walk the distance
or maybe I'll take the bus this morn
But none can take the simple pleasure
of the rising sun at dawn
The simple things are what I wish to share
For like my heart, they are always true
and if you were here, sitting beside me
then I'd share this sunrise with you
-Chen Yuan Wen, 8th August 2012, Unofficial Release
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
OvercomeOvercomeOvercome in Free Verse More Like This
I do this...well...when it is needed.
I haven't written in so long
Yet tonight it is needed
For my emotions have been drawn
Like a fountain they pour
All that is inside of me
Silent words never spoken
The tears that are never seen
I am not sure if it will help
I am not sure of much at all
To many emotions
I wish it would stop
I want it all to go away
I wish I truly had wings
Maybe then I would be free
Maybe finding peace and serenity
Yet that is a childish thought
For the world we live in
It will always be a dream...
Just A DreamJUST A DREAMJust A Dream in Free Verse More Like This
So fleeting is that moment of happiness,
Touching you in an instant,
Caressing you with its gentle touch,
Then it disappears, you open your eyes,
Finding yourself in the same darkness,
A heart lifting and soaring,
A smile full of happiness and joy,
Sounds of sweet laughter drifting in the air,
Then it disappears, you open your eyes,
Finding yourself in the same darkness,
Shining in the light for a moment,
The warmth filling you full of life,
Feeling carefree while riding a wave of bliss,
Then it disappears, you open your eyes,
Finding yourself in the same darkness,
No sound of laughter is heard,
Eyes looking around a barren room,
Wondering if it was real,
Or was it just a teasing vision,
Feeling a deep emptiness,
You're in the same darkness,
A single tear leaves your eye
It was all just a dream
Seventeen (In Phases)1.Seventeen (In Phases) in Emotional More Like This
It was because her parents had named her for the grandmother who had broken her mother’s heart. The grandmother whose heart was supposed to have melted from her birth and hadn’t.
That was why her mother barely looked at her. That was why she called her ‘girl’.
That was why she liked to pretend she was the quiet woman in the background of an old black and white movie. Because everything here was like an old black and white movie.
[And if she really looked back, her mother had never appreciated the elegance of the 1950s enough.]
It was because she hated surprises. The surprise she got on her sixth birthday when her father left taught her just how a single person had the ability of taking your soul, splitting it in two and wearing it on their breast pocket like a white carnation waiting to die.
That was why when she lifted a book, she looked at the last page first.
That was why her namelessness had become a comfort to her.
That was why sh
Astrologically Challenged“We need to ta- what are you looking at?”Astrologically Challenged in Free Verse More Like This
"Oh...but I thought you didn't like them."
“Actually, I hate horoscopes. They lie every single damned time.”
“Not to me they don’t.”
“Sure. You were saying something.”
“We need to break up.”
“I fell in love with you before you were the boy who sang about my problems in your songs, and before you tried to evolve me into your version of a better me and before I saw how you treated your neighbour’s dog and before I knew how much you believed in horoscopes.”
“What’s wrong with horoscopes?”
“Nothing, except for the fact that you never really thought of it as a novel idea that you share the same day as one twelfth of the world.”
“Well you aren’t-”
“I’m not so perfect myself, I know. You loved me better before you read my poetry and understood how damage
Pros and Cons1. I am not writing a list of things that will make me hate you, as you supposed, but more a list that would help me move on. I always hated how you were very practical that way, even about emotional distress. I am not writing about the trouble with you being your incorrigible logic, your lack of tact.Pros and Cons in Free Verse More Like This
2. I am not writing this because I have a habit of doing what you say, and perhaps, just maybe this would give me closure.
3. I am not going to write about how beautiful your mouth is, and how it seems like something that would have been kisses by an angel.
4. I am not going to write about how your voice tremors when you speak of loneliness.
5. I am not going to write about how you are worthy of songs and dances and plays to be written for your lack of wonder at war, sex or alcohol, you aren’t that interesting.
6. I am not going to write about the day you sat me down and dragged me down with you, just so you could complain about how much I loved angel wings and sketches of pretty e
Broken Sleep, Red LipstickI am only an insomniac when it rains. The pitter patter of the raindrops reminds me of the pitter patter of cat paws.Broken Sleep, Red Lipstick in Free Verse More Like This
(He liked to sleep at my feet when I could barely think, just to make me feel better. I think you used to tell him to.)
I wish I could wrap your memories around my spine and wear them as a backbone, because they are stronger than the arch my broken spined back seems to have developed of late.
(Spines are oddly brittle, and a lot like wrists. Easy to break and forever to heal.)
But I cannot depend of any of that anymore. So I wear red lipstick and high heels and go to parties and tell strangers how amazing they are to be wearing red lipstick and high heels and how different they must be to come to this party instead of the other one.
(All because you would hate parties and think nightlife is so stupid.)
It is what I do with my insomnia. Because my spineless back, the memories of you incessantly looped in my sleeplessly addled brain and the raindrops
You call it Judgement, We call it SinEmily needs the words to understand that she isn't being unreasonable. She just wants them to mean something and not be a string of words which flows into itself over and over again.You call it Judgement, We call it Sin in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She doesn't like her name either. Not because Emily isn't a pretty name but because she would rather be called something she feels like. (She has never quite forgiven her parents for choosing her name for her.) If she could, she would call herself Glass, because that is what she wakes up feeling like every morning. As if crystallised pieces of glass are edible and her insides tingle as she swallows them whole.
Emily lets the words call her names sometimes. She writes them on her knees so that she can remember them. Sometimes the words call her a whore, and sometimes stupid, and sometimes a loser and sometimes a tramp (She has never learnt that loving too much is a crime and boys with pretty eyes sometimes lie.). She sits in the bathroom with a pen the colour of blood and writes them carefully
This is Not a Story about SuicideI am not here. These are not hospital walls. This is not a nurse who is speaking to me. That is not John unconscious, lying in a bed that faces due North, and that is not his mother trying to explain why his bed should always face North because he hates sleeping facing South.This is Not a Story about Suicide in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
This is not happening.
I am not taking a deep breath. I am not walking down the sickly white corridors with their bleach scent. I am not buying this cup of coffee from a cafeteria lady who is working at an hour that is reserved only for intensive care patients. This is not the way back to what is not John’s room.
That is not his heart rate dropping, and I am not running out of the room, screaming for help. We are not being pushed out, that door does not have a red light that claims intensive care, it has not been all night.
That is not John’s doctor explaining how they were not able to pump his stomach completely and it is not John who flat lined. That is not an empty hospital bed. That is not his moth
UndeservedI don't deserve to be an artist.Undeserved in Free Verse More Like This
I don't know how to hold deep meaningful conversations with strangers.
I don't lament at night about a lover I have lost.
I don't watch the white smoke ebb into darkness.
I don't spend lonely nights admiring the true beauty of the world.
I don't sleep restlessly from the truth of suffering within this world.
I don't lie through my smiles or struggle to create them.
But I do think I am a writer.
I am completely, irreparably damaged.
I cry all night over old words and emotional baggage.
I weep over my lost innocence.
I spend nights wishing for skin against my own
I long for insomnia to inspire me.
I beg for worlds to collide so I can breathe.
So am I writer really?
Or just another misguided artist?
FragmentsI call them fragments, the parts of me that were too exhausted to stay. He calls them flecks because I am a flake. I wish I was a flake. It sounds prettier than being a fragment. Flakes are like snow. Soothing, falling from the sky on the tip of his tongue that melt and disappear. Fragments are archeological findings of a scarred past we really should not remember.Fragments in Free Verse More Like This
I want to remember my scars. So I am a fragment.
I draw on my legs. When my skin dries out, I use my index finger as a pencil and draw what the clouds are trying to tell me. Sometimes it’s a dog, and sometimes it’s a bear and sometimes it is his face looking at me disapprovingly.
That is when I stop drawing.
At night, when the rain falls, I sit at the bay window and pretend to write stories whilst he pretends to sleep. “What are you writing?” he will ask in his asleep voice. “A funny story.” It is not. It is a pale, scary story, and it looks like my skin. “Were you dreamin
Turn Loose the Mermaids1.Turn Loose the Mermaids in Scraps More Like This
"Turn loose the mermaids," you demand this angrily, clenching your fists you do when you really mean it, "Turn them loose now!" You're yelling at Ursula and her trident as she grows into a shocking sea monster.
(Outside the waves agree with you. Turn them loose, they crash against the metal in the righteous indignation of the sea. Turn them loose!)
At some point your mother will watch this with you. She will wonder why you revolt for the mermaids when there are none on the screen.
(I cannot get them to turn loose the mermaids if I cannot get them to turn me loose first.)
You have always known what you wanted to do with your life. A truck driver, no, a zoo keeper, no, an animal doctor..
(An engineer, a doctor, a surgeon is something you never dreamed of. Probably because it is complicated. You don't like complicated. Complicated means work, and work is something you have never actually liked to do.)
You have to remember the corridors of the ship you were in
Because the Blue Fairy Said So(Addendum from Sleep Deprived Brain: Clare calls it mourning sickness. As in 'Mourning for my Single, Carefree Life' sickness.)Because the Blue Fairy Said So in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I would make a terrible mother anyway."
"I don't think you're in the right place right now to make those kind of judgmental indecisions about yourself."
"I would, though."
"Your word still doesn't make it true."
"Last I heard children are usually raised in clean, pretty houses with a white picket fence outside and a daily routine that is organised from the word 'Go'."
"What have you been listening to? The Stepford Radio Specials Circa 1951?"
"Firstly, there is no such thing. Secondly, I couldn't be bothered to cook, I think a clean house is life being wasted, I procrastinate like its a job to do just that and I am a firm advocate of the fact that all fairytales are based on some form of evidence that we just haven't discovered yet."
"Can I just say that if I was your brain, I would be so exhausted that I would want to give myself a lobotomy?"
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.
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."
Bone child,this December's winterBone child, in Free Verse More Like This
has your ribs cocooned with
mine. & this wander(lust) heart
will sustain warmth for the both of us.
Poetry,Poetry,Poetry, in Free Verse More Like This
it’s like cultivating a greenhouse
with broken fingers.
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
NaPoWriMo: Day 7Watch out.NaPoWriMo: Day 7 in Free Verse More Like This
She’s a devil,
Glad for her spine,
& her teeth,
even God hands fear her.
For she has arched her back
for a flower-woman
with sin dripping
from her fingers
-who taught her
how to laugh
like the stars.
she knows her paper cuts by name.Rose bloodshe knows her paper cuts by name. in Free Verse More Like This
on her tongue
reminds her of yesterday's.
A heart's hoarded secrets,
love me pretties, &
scarlet letter dreams.
do these boys know
of the bitter winter
like a blizzard
in her veins?
The sharp edges
or the crisscross
of origami limbs?
as deep &
as the ocean;
N o v ai.N o v a in Free Verse More Like This
This distance between us
is devouring my lungs.
I'm left here gasping,
trying to suture back together
all the broken nights-
the cigarette burns in my bedsheets.
I'm tracing maps on my limbs,
and I'm painting black holes on my palms,
pressing them into letters
left on my nightstand
untouched and unread.
I keep telling myself
none of this is about you.
But I'm reaching for empty galaxies
as I try to remember what it felt like
to be one of a binary star.
Light-years away, and I'm here-
just another nova on your ceiling,
searching this vast universe for you.
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."
She has the moon in her eyes.But, this body is a black hole,She has the moon in her eyes. in Free Verse More Like This
a hollowed out womb-
and these palms are sandpaper
thin and bleeding a silent stigmata.
"Not yet ripe to fall from her bed,
too young to understand her own limbs-"
She folds back July's origami skin,
wishing for the warmth of winters kiss.
She is a raven heart, thumping wildly
against the whispers of vintage lips.
Her bed is empty,
but the sheets are red.
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.
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?
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.
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?
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.
Poison TeardropsPoison teardrops sting my face,Poison Teardrops in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Tears as hot as day and melt my grace.
Hope of pain to scatter my thoughts,
For pain is better, and in my stomach it knots.
Poison teardrops cause more pain,
More pain than the acid that burns in the rain.
My mind is old, and my flesh is young.
My thoughts bite with venom, so I hold tongue.
I love the world, and hate the people,
They tell me so much, and listen so little.
The Folly of LoveThere are so many who speak of such a thing,The Folly of Love in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Truly I find it in bad taste.
I've hears such wonders that some even sing,
But I can't seem to find it's face.
Sometimes I wish someone might say
But it is folly to think.
Folly this is, my life is numb to it I pry.
How can one's heart with mine link?
There was a time, she glanced at me.
It must have been a fluke.
My stomach lit on fire and I could not see.
I had to look at my book.
People looked at me so oddly,
I wish now I had ran.
To me she seemed so godly,
I could not seem to stand.
But then it was the time,
I knew it was folly.
For soon then she had to die,
It had to be Holly.
So tell me this, if love is so great,
If love is made by fate,
Did she have to die?
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.
WishIt seems like we're drifting apart.Wish in Free Verse More Like This
We don't seem to talk anymore,
And we fight more often when we do.
I feel a bit guilty.
is there more I can do?
You never seem to be happy
Were you ever happy?
From the time we kissed to this moment right now
Your expression hasn't changed.
I can do nothing more
But I wish I could.
I want to hold you and
you say you'd like that
but then, why is it that you don't like it?
You'd rather spend your time with a screen
Than spend it with me.
It hurts y'know?
When you sit in a chair opposite of me
When there's space next to me.
You can't say it's to look at me
Because you never do.
The screen holds you and
You get annoyed when I pull you away.
Is there a point to this anymore?
We never talk about what you feel.
You still don't let me in.
It's been a year and I know
Close to nothing about you.
I try I really do.
I try to make myself happy after you,
But you never seem happy.
No matter what I say or do
I'll never see happiness from you.
The unspoken rule.There's an unspoken rule about being someone's first love.The unspoken rule. in Free Verse More Like This
The first love is the only time it's pure.
After the heart has been hurt by the one it had loved so purely
It can never be the same.
Love will always be given with a hint or helping of caution.
It won't be given fully anymore so it hurts less to have it all given back.
Confessions will grow mild and just a little bit rehearsed
Just to make sure that our hearts aren't always hurt.
Even should the first love return for a second chance
The pure you once had will be gone with a fleeting glance.
I know this from experience, so please take my words to be true
That love is pure only once I now know that because of you.
Wrong type of LoveWe thought we had it right.Wrong type of Love in Free Verse More Like This
We made promises in the night.
Promises to stay with each other
To never be torn apart.
We made promises of rings and new lives
But I guess nothing turns out how we like.
It's been over a year and I thought what we had was great,
But it seems like this was always our destined fate.
I held you as close as I could as you whispered out the words,
"I still love you so much; I don't want you to be hurt."
I wondered and asked "What's wrong? Why're you crying today?"
And you whispered back softly "I don't love you in a romantic way."
It hurt but I knew you weren't going to change,
So I went on with a smile and said "It's okay."
After a year you made me a better man than I could've ever hoped to be
And I demanded that you at least continue being friends with me.
We shared a few more laughs and even a few silent kisses
But in my heart my dreams broke to pieces.
We promised so many things that now we cannot keep
And we both have had our time to cry and weep,
But now I
Your Guardian AngelShe became a part of Orion's beltYour Guardian Angel in Free Verse More Like This
A diamond in the night sky
It was her time to die
But she was not afraid
Because she knew she would live again
As a celestial wonder
She is not gone from this earth
Her soul can fly
She may visit you if you want
Not as a haunt
But as a winged creature
If you say a special prayer
And turn yourself around and around
Until you become dizzy
Then you will see her
When your vision becomes blurry
She will be the shadow in the room
She is your guardian angel
Watching over you
So that when you become depressed
And reach for a blade
She will stop you
You can hear her flutters if you try
It sounds like a sigh
Don't ever worry because she is there for you
My Heart....Six HaikusYou have stolen mineMy Heart....Six Haikus in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
You are the thief in the night
You said those four words
The ones I thrive on
The words that spell out beauty
I love you and forever
But it has ended
Forever came much too soon
You have left my side
I still think of you
And wonder where you are now
How you are feeling
I have to stop soon
You belong to another
Just as I do too
It came with a cost
Of which we each could not pay
Too high for us both
Evolution....Seven HaikusOpposable thumbsEvolution....Seven Haikus in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
And scars that cannot be seen
I am a body
Sunk into reality
Look beyond my skin
I have much knowledge
That is trivial
But there is merit
I have sanity
Only the bare minimum
I can fake my place
I can be at one
Within the great earth and sea
Swim with the dolphins
Is never needed from me
To be who I am
Is where you will find me and mine
We are different
We can celebrate
The art of divine knowing
And dance on the stars
My HeartGive it backMy Heart in Free Verse More Like This
It is not yours to keep
You have your own
You don't need mine as well
Just tear it out
You can use a scalpel
Cut in precise lines
Watch that you don't get blood on yourself
I have my own tendons and cartilage
I can piece it back together
I will have to
I never should have given it away
But I say that now
Because you are gone
And even though I love you
I don't really like you right now
I'm glad you are not in my sight
We would have a fight
You don't like confrontations
You like smooth transitions
Well I am a thunder cloud
Crashing inside of your head
Hear the roar
Feel the wrath
Be sure to know that it is part of me
That you are tearing out
Give it back to me right now
This very minute
It will no longer beat for you
You have absolutely no use for it
Wash Away My EmptinessBe my rain coming down hard.Wash Away My Emptiness in Free Verse More Like This
Going...Going...GoneI would be myself for youGoing...Going...Gone in Free Verse More Like This
But even that I fuck up
I don't know where to place my hands
They shake at my sides
My feet are rocks
Not made for walking out the door
I am betrayed by my own mind
It is the kind that makes too many mistakes
And I should learn
But I don't
I should've kept a hold onto my heart
At least then it would be safe
You have gone
And the fault is mine
You don't have to tell me so
I already know
Just like I know I am not good enough
Life will become rough
I should thank you kindly
For keeping this up
That is my last line to you
Farewell my friend
I guess we are at the end
You swore that we would never part
I took you at your word
But now you need time away
I don't know what to say
Except that I screwed up majorly
I did not keep you to myself
I should've had a lock and a key
But I barely held on
My hands were slippery
As they typed on the keys
Like I wish you would never leave
And how long was forever again
It was supposed to be
The Poet's MuseShe was a spritely impThe Poet's Muse in Free Verse More Like This
Jumping from sunbeam to sunbeam
She was a sonnet
Some would call her a fairy tale
She was a light bender
And had the sight within her
Her truth was for sale
For the price of a smile
And all the while she danced
She would tell you that you have great imagery
And your metaphors were to die for
She captured the words
That you threw out
They were birds crashing in the window
Without sight to see they had nowhere to go
But she found them one by one
And set them free
She had the power of the sun
And she led you away from the darkness so deep
With a bound and a leap
She knew what you were destined for
It was the light
She helped make your poetry come to life
The VowGo back to the beginning of us.The Vow in Free Verse More Like This
You liked my photography,
An old tobacco barn and a big oak tree.
You said I had the eyes of a poet;
That I had vision,
Even that I could fly if I gave it a try.
Much time has gone by.
What do you see now when you look at me?
Is it still the same person,
With the stars in her eyes?
I would like to be who you think I am,
But I am the bird with a broken wing.
I fall short when I try to fly.
I've stopped the photography
And put away the camera.
What would you say to that girl you knew?
Would you tell her to stay true
To her talents?
Would you tell her to try to be that girl again
Or would you love her for who she is now?
Would you make the same vow
And still believe in always and forever?
You Can Have ItYou are a bottom feederYou Can Have It in Free Verse More Like This
You have silt stuck in between your teeth
I am the silt
I wilt in the bright sun
And I am so low
To the bottom I go
You can have a piece of me
I give it to you willingly
It is just my soul
I have no need of such an elaborate thing
If it will make you sing
You can have it
If it will make your own spirit bigger
I will sit in silence
Only AloneYou see what you did to meOnly Alone in Free Verse More Like This
You see how I am
Writing away my very existence
I am gone
I have left behind
A few children and a dog
A really big fish
I have left the building
Kicked a bucket
I am a loony
A has been
I am plenty
A beautiful liar
I'll tell you what you want to hear
That you are irreplaceable
That we are joined
I will tell you that you have what I need
Words and more words
Only that and nothing more
I am dead
In death I can finally see
That I was not lonely
Heart of a WordsmithI crossed my "t"s and dotted my "i"sHeart of a Wordsmith in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I watched my "p"s and "q"s
But no matter how hard I tried
I still ended up wanting you
I learned to get a bird in my hand
Since it's worth two in the bush
But it didn't go as I planned
So I decided not to push
I didn't want my passion to burn too hot
And force you out of the kitchen
So I turned the burner down a notch
And awaited your affection
It never came so I crossed the street
And left you on the other side
But I tracked through the wet concrete
To assure you my love never died
Now I live in the glass house that is my heart
And I'm sickened by its fragility
Awaiting the stone that will tear it apart
When I admit you're never coming to find me
WithdrawalsThere is a tightness in my chestWithdrawals in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And I find it hard to breath
For my mind keeps on
Making me watch you leave
I always get the shakes
When I think of you
I wake up begging for your return
Every night when I dream of you
I'm having withdrawals
I've gone without your love for too long
And my body aches more and more
With each passing day that you're gone
Ode to a Skorillaphant or SomethingIn all my years I've never beheld such a sightOde to a Skorillaphant or Something in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A sight so pure, so magnificent
So heart stopping, so benevolent
As this vision of you before me
How, in such an ugly world, do you stay so beautiful?
Were you the winner of natural selection?
A gift made just for Charles Darwin?
Or are you a gift from the heavens for all to enjoy?
For all to enjoy as I am now
Lost and wandering inside your perfect eyes
Oh! How my heart cries and cries
To be able to see you every day
But if you are a gift for all to enjoy
You shall soon be on your way
So you can brighten up another's day
And leave me with nothing but a smile on my face
A smile on my face and a faint memory
Of the beauty that once stood before me
The most beautiful thing I ever did see
And the most beautiful thing I will ever see