Words Inscribed In InkWords inscribed in inkWords Inscribed In Ink in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
than those written in pencil lead
the script inconsequential
when compared to what is said
no gentle smudge of synthetic rubber
could remove such black words
from a soul-stained page,
they attest all secrets written here
until they disappear,
in time the once-white haven
yellows gracefully with age.
I gaze across my desk,
hand hesitantly hovering above the implements
of undetermined change,
a silent messenger,
Gently now, I grip the pen
reaching a decision then,
and only then
the pencil better suited for another fight
I have chosen my weapon for tonight.
Nib against eternity
my thoughts unfurl:
"Words inscribed in ink
than those written in pencil lead..."
The Pen, The SwordJust lovelyThe Pen, The Sword in Free Verse More Like This
I was happy to fall asleep
in the welcoming warmth of your words and
you were unaware that you held me
so close, and so carefully
from the moment before I heard you speak
to the taste of every sentence you spoke
I knew you were the very truth that I'd
been seeking all along
I would loathe to fall so deep
in the sharpened edges of your words and
you were too aware that you had me
so close, and so carelessly
from the first second I heard you break
to the taste of every sentence you broke
I knew you were the very truth that I'd
been avoiding all along
On A Silver WingOn these wings foreverOn A Silver Wing in Free Verse More Like This
the hopes and dreams of a spirit
will glow and shimmer
edged with silver
they reflect a higher light
soft and downy feathers to carry aloft
the ideas of an inspired night
I spread them carefully,
and with a breath,
Reflections"Disgusting" she complains, drawing out the final syllable in a crude misrepresentation of time.Reflections in Short Stories More Like This
I could say the same about her, but she wouldn't understand and I shouldn't 'cause I know better.
She breathes in my face with her mouth slightly parted, ready just in case another thought comes to mind (though it isn't likely). Shaking my head at her lies and lying eyes (suggesting innocence, a form of ignorance), I smile. "Beautiful." I say calmly.
A powerful statement. I watch her reel from the impact of tiny vibrations, profound realizations. Gazing dazedly at her reflection in my eyes she whispers, "How?" Saying almost nothing at all.
"Because I choose to be."
A tear betraying the epiphany in the corner of her eye.
I smile again, offering a charity while she breathes to let the tears away -and nods- still looking hard at a very small part of herself.
Cold WorldFrost adorns the castle in the distance thereCold World in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
wherever words are spoken aloud
clouds gather in the air, as we trod through snow
blowing thin echo winds of winter destiny spread out
a shout before the gentle forest, the effervescent glow.
DownstairsSickly, sweet vibrations runDownstairs in Free Verse More Like This
up and down my spine as I
fall through the space between
this step and the one I trust
comes next, it's a very
calculated dance. Each footfall
in its own exact place to be,
but I can't know for sure
you see, I am left in the dark
until this moment, finally.
Kite StringsColored ribbons salute me from the azure skyKite Strings in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
gazing upward I feast upon this with my eye
I hold tightly to my hat, for today the wind is high
and happily I turn to watch the smiling pilot fly
standing firmly planted on the grassy hill, we sigh.
A Venture In WonderlandThis place is left and right of reality,A Venture In Wonderland in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
into the realm of immortality.
In this place where things go on over the edge into wonderland,
The fears that stain lost souls imagine it a neverland.
In this place, residents never stay,
and visitors never leave.
The bright sky eclipses the starry visions
That only an open mind can perceive
In the solace that is found in this place,
-in its silence-
the voices of the unheard speak aloud,
creating a world we could never live without.
To The Beautiful YouTo The Beautiful You:To The Beautiful You in Free Verse More Like This
Here we are, sitting behind these screens of glass,
Reading lines of text, yet smiling, laughing and crying.
It's strange to think that I could have this much fun -
Considering that I've never met you before, but then again
Perhaps that's the reason why I don't have to pretend.
Some people might tell me, that what we have is just a fantasy,
I doubt I'll have the chance to actually see you in this life-time.
But even so, in the time that we've spent together - Well,
I feel as though I've connected with you, more than anyone else.
I feel as though I know you better, than those just a few feet away.
You might take this little confession as something silly,
Maybe you'll even forget about it as time passes,
But I for one could never forget about someone like you,
And so I'd like to dedicate this piece, to the beautiful you.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 17th December 2012
Coward of a ManCoward of a Man:Coward of a Man in Free Verse More Like This
You stand there whinin', cryin' crocodile tears and playin' victim.
Ye eyes demand pity, but yer lips are spewin' nothin' but lies.
Flowery speeches o' harmony and unification;
It's bollocks and snake-oil I say!
I ask ye, as someone who aspires t' be a leader:
What exactly are ye worth?
Who exactly are ya, and what in th' bloody hell makes you worth followin'?
Now I've watched ye fer a long time, and I've known ye fer even longer -
Ye always stand there beggin', askin' us fer help, askin' fer a handout;
But yer hands are clean, uncalloused, and completely free from sweat or toil.
Instead, ye make us promises; promises as empty as air and about half as useful!
In the end, here ye are again, callin' fer our unification, callin' fer togetherness.
Isn't that just yer own way of hidin' behind the labour and efforts of others?
While we stand out in th' front, ye sit behind and give us speeches,
Ye tell us that we're comin' together fer the good of us all
You Left Me StrongerYou Left Me Stronger:You Left Me Stronger in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Hey there, it's been awhile, do you remember me?
I guess you might not, since I wasn't very important to you.
You know, I spent so many days thinking about - what I did wrong
I questioned if maybe, I was at fault or if I was screwed up.
I thought a lot about the things you said...
The things that were my fault, my problems.
I took them to heart at first, but then I realised you were wrong.
I realised that you are selfish and ugly on the inside.
On the surface you pretended to care, but like a cancer;
You amputate someone the moment you think they've gone bad.
You hide from the rigours of life and only emerge like a parasite
When everything is good - when everything is fine and dandy.
I used to think that I was afraid of you leaving,
But now I know, that you've left me stronger than I was before.
You know, this was supposed to be an emotional whine; an emotional spill,
Maybe I was supposed to cry tears and beg you to come back, but you know wha
These Words Aren't PrettyThese Words Aren't Pretty:These Words Aren't Pretty in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My verses are ugly and I admit to the fact
I can't use pretty language when I'm working with rap
Because the things that I write, are just the things that I feel
I ain't an Edgar Allan Poe or a Danielle Steel
And I'll be honest with you, I've got an envy inside
Because some poets got a flow that's as smooth as the tide
I read some stuff that they write, it's just so dope I ignite
Burning shame and my anger at the beautiful sight
And like birds of a feather, they're flocking together
These poets are the Gods and I'm nailed by the weather
But as the rain pours down, lightning resound;
I try to write pretty words but my lips remain bound
So deeply silenced by fear - the darkness I hear,
Afraid to be unloved by the ones I hold dear
I've hit the limit of time; my lyrical crime
These words that I've lived are just turning to grime.
So I wish I had their talent; just a sliver of that
If their skill was a mountain then I've broken my back
It's like t
Swan SongSwan Song:Swan Song in Free Verse More Like This
Those days we used to spend together
So gentle and so sweet...
Are buried like my sister's corpse
Entombed beneath my feet...
The mornings we spent in the grove of dryads
Braiding each other's hair...
I visit the very same places now;
But I know that she isn't there.
I can hear her voice from time to time
As a dying whisper amongst the trees.
But I can never forget that day;
It festers like disease...
A waking nightmare, so vivid and real
I am lost in the grip of its chilling touch.
You called to me, on that fated morning
Bearing a wound and crutch...
But they came like thunder, these men of steel
They heft their weapons high in the air.
They shrieked and praised their vaunted deity
As they laid her body bare...
At the behest of the robed one, they took her apart.
They chopped her to pieces, and they burned her heart.
And then it was done, like a sprinkling rain.
They left our forest, with a walk of dis
Sanity LostAnd I pulled up the courage, but in the back of my mindSanity Lost in Free Verse More Like This
I knew that by telling you my mind would be confined.
there wasn't a point, just a needless hate
a lack of emotion, a once open gate
I took a chance, opportunities were lost
I tried to divide myself, with sanity as my cost
I Don't Like YouI don't like you,I Don't Like You in Free Verse More Like This
I just think about you a lot.
I haven't noticed that you've moved,
you're just not in the same spot.
I haven't stopped breathing because you talked to me,
the air in this room has just risen a couple of degrees.
But I don't like you,you've just caught my eye,
and the funny thing is, you don't even try.
IntroductionIt's breaking my brain trying to produceIntroduction in Free Verse More Like This
a way in which to introduce
a topic of which I haven't thought of yet
ideas trapped inside this net
this writers block taking over the better half of my imagination
I've lost all interest, all concentration
I sigh I whine I gripe I mumble
I almost have an idea but then I fumble
To my brain I send a plee
but this introduction will be the death of me
PrologHatsuharu westchnęła, obserwując krajobraz przez okno autokaru. Wszędzie pola uprawne. Ryż, ryż, ryż. Ta monotonia ją dołowała. I jeszcze pogoda...Prolog in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Niebo po raz kolejny zostało oświetlone za sprawą błyskawicy, a z nieba lunął obficiej deszcz. Dziewczyna słyszała grzmoty nawet przez słuchawki rozkręcone na maksa. W końcu zdjęła je, bo uznała, że to nie ma sensu. Drogi sobie nie skróci słuchaniem muzyki. Poza tym, zrobiło jej się cholernie zimno. Założyła czarną bluzę polarową, po czym wyjęła z plecaka koc i okręciła się nim. 'To głupie' - pomyślała - 'Zawijać się w koc, gdy jesień dopiero się zaczyna'.
Na jej szyi na łańcuszku podskoczył srebrny krzyż z niebieskim oczkiem. Poprawiła go, wzdychając ciężko.
Rdz.3- Co za głupi padalec! - warknęła czerwonowłosa - Jak ja mam walczyć bez mojej lalki?!Rdz.3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
- Tsk. Przeżyjesz - mruknął Quinta, przewracając oczami.
- Nie przeżyję! Muszę skopać dupę Szayelowi!
- Daj spokój - stanął i odwrócił się do niej przodem. - Nie masz prawda istnieć. Bounto to gatunek WYMARŁY. Równie dobrze można by było tu sprowadzić mamuta. Więc zamknij pysk i ciesz się, że Aizen był tak łaskawy by cię przechować w czasie tej afery z Bounto.
Chie spojrzała na niego morderczym wzrokiem, co zignorował i ruszył dalej. 'Skurwysyn...' - pomyślała - 'Jemu też kiedyś naklepię po ryju'. Nie była typem grzecznej dziewczynki. Jedyna osoba, przed którą czuła respekt to Aizen. Choć może 'respekt' to złe słowo. Miała swój honor, wi
Rdz.4Joker przyglądała się poczynaniom naukowca. Całe szczęście Nnoitra opuścił już laboratorium. Gdyby tego nie zrobił chyba by go wykastrowała skalpelem. No bo w końcu ten różowy pedał nie oddał jej jeszcze Rittera. Ale cierpliwości... cierpliwości...Rdz.4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
- Czego? - warknęła nim zdążył dokończyć zdanie.
- Podejdź no tu - był odwrócony do niej tyłem, więc nie mogła ujrzeć tego perwersyjnego uśmieszku, jaki błąkał się po jego ustach.
Młoda Bounto fuknęła i podeszła do niego na odległość około metra. Odwrócił się do niej, a gdy ujrzała jego uśmieszek poczuła, że coś jest nie tak.
- Długo zamierzasz tak siedzieć? Pomogłabyś mi. Chyba chcesz odzyskać Rittera, prawda? - powiedział prowokująco.
Rdz.2Hatsuharu powoli otwierała oczy. Obraz rozmazywał jej się i podwajał na przemian. W ogóle miała wrażenie, że wszystko wokół niej jest rozdygotane jakby pływało na wodzie. Musieli jej dać jakiś narkotyk, by osłabić jej czujność i zdolność racjonalnego myślenia. Nie zdołała się też dlatego zorientować gdzie jest. Jedyne, co zauważyła, to to, że nie miała przy sobie żadnej broni. Nie miała krzyżyka Quincy na szyi, ani Seele Schneidera w tylnej kieszeni spodni. Zorientowała się też, że leży na jakimś żelaznym stole, przywiązana do niego pasami. Jęknęła cicho, gdy nagle usłyszała jakieś głosy. Z głębi pomieszczenia. Konkretnie trzy. Jeden miał w sobie palącą satysfakcję, drugi był głęboki i budzący dreszczRdz.2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I loved a girl.i loved a girl.I loved a girl. in Free Verse More Like This
i loved a girl with a love
for cummings & sandburg
i loved an unflinching
poet of a girl.
& with no better diction:
they called the shaking fists
at her sides, her silent act
of pacifism, cowardice.
i’m the coward;
she bled for the both of us.
You.You told me onceYou. in Free Verse More Like This
you would break my stars,
tear them from the sky and devour them
s l o w l y.
I neglected to tell you
they all had their own feelings
and your bruises form my own constellation
in the quiet valleys of my firefly skin.
I am the milky way.
And you, my sweet-
You are nothing more
than a dead star
with a pretty name.
the perfect strangershe misses colin the most at night, when, waking from nightmares, her hand reaches out into the darkness for someone who is no longer there.the perfect stranger in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
an unexpected message flares briefly on her screen, long enough for her heart to drop into her stomach in surpriseher ex-boyfriend's little sister's ex-boyfriend? sighing, she types a hello and strains her memory to recall what she knows of this boy from their one brief meeting. his name is aaron. tall. shaggy bed-head hair. sleepy hazel eyes. she lightly touches the keyboard, entertaining the notion that other people might feel as lonely at night as she does.
"tell me a secret," she types to him.
"why should I put my trust in you?" he asks, surprised.
"who better to trust than a stranger?"
so he does.
a five minute secret turns into an hour long story, then a night-long conversation.
the next morning, after telling this boy how colin broke her, she wakes to a message in her inbox:
The world is yours.
Boys are stupid.
WhyI have a thousand faces,Why in Free Verse More Like This
which one should I show you?
You'll be mislead whichever I choose,
for none of them are true.
Each morning I shudder to awake,
but why I cannot say,
Clinging to half-forgotten dreams,
the reason changes every day.
The blackest sky could not reflect
my inner state of mind,
my shattered dreams, my hope long gone,
I struggle onward blind.
I escape, forget, disengage,
for there my only comfort lies,
forgetting reality, living through memory,
while who I am slowly dies.
If you read this,
know it is useless,
my hope has long since died.
The reason I am still alive,
in me please confide,
for although I still survive each day
I do not know why.
FadeI fade into the bruised blue silence,Fade in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
thinking, wondering, dreaming,
of a time when the sun swallows us
in its warmth and we
d r i f t.
Close my eyes and I see a world
where true love exists and bliss
is the only emotion of choice.
Where we dissolve into the scenery
like watered ink melting into the earth.
I can hear the music
of our voices.
Lingering in the air long after we have
let the silence encompass us.
We watch the sky darken,
the saffron horizon meld into midnight blue above us,
on which stars alight;
lanterns for late night lovers.
EmptyHappiness, where have you been?Empty in Free Verse More Like This
to abandon me in this wretched hole,
the horror my mind has seen
has left me without a soul.
I can no longer recall
the time when I was free,
again I long for a chance
not to think but just to be.
I had a fire inside of me
called passion when I was young,
Naive, I longed to see
the world, now I am done.
Hurt is what knowledge brings,
the world has shown me only pain
Innocence is something
I will never have again.
Inside of me is rot;
ash where once my fire was,
peace is something I'll know not,
bitter is my loss.
Moving on is the key
yet I cannot let go
where does that leave me?
in the past, unable to grow.
I wish...I wish I was a monsterI wish... in Free Verse More Like This
So I could be kind
And break the stereotypes.
I wish I was colored
So I could respect people
And break the stereotypes.
I wish I was a man
So I could be kind to women
And break the stereotypes.
I wish I had male friends
So we could all be..
And break the stereotypes.
I wish I had autism
So I could prove that autism,
Does NOT mean "dumb".
And I could break the stereotypes.
I wish I could change the world.
But sometimes, you can't break a stereotype.
Only stereotypes, can break you.
Stronger than SuicideYou are so much stronger than suicide.Stronger than Suicide in Free Verse More Like This
You are so much more powerful than the cuts on your arm,
And so much better than your eating disorder.
So much more than your scars.
Please look me in the eyes,
And show me your wounds,
Whether they be on your forearm,
Or your heart.
Have you been skipping meals?
Have you been cutting?
Well, here’s something for you to try.
Think one thing,
Just one thing,
Just remember to prove to the world,
Are stronger than
You're Not?You're anorexic if you're thinYou're Not? in Free Verse More Like This
You're not? Then you're obese.
If you're different, you're insane
You're not? Then you're a fake.
If you're happy, you're hiding something.
You're not? You must be emo.
If you're dating, you're a slut.
You're not? You must have no friends.
If you're popular, you're a jerk.
You're not? You're a nobody.
If you're quiet, you must be disabled.
You're not? You obnoxious freak.
If you're you, you're wrong.
Then you must be perfect.