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..."
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.
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
Speak Of The DevilSpeak of the devilSpeak Of The Devil in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and he will appear
in a semblance of fire
and an image of flame.
Speak of the devil
and he will hear
bringing darkness and fire,
calling your name.
Listen To The WindListen to the wind, my childListen To The Wind in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
a soul has crossed the river.
Careless running free and wild.
The silence makes you shiver.
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.
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.
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
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
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
Tired, Exhausted, DrainedTired, Exhausted, Drained:Tired, Exhausted, Drained in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am bloody exhausted! Drained to the core of my soul.
I wake up every morning with bags; burning ever deeper into my eyes.
Sunken masses of flesh, reminding me that the dreamscape -
One in which I sought refuge; is now buried where it lies.
Yet still I force myself to trudge through this wilderness.
Forever caught in a moon drenched, delusory twilight.
An endless cycle of failure and renewed hope;
Giving rise to the very stubbornness that defines me.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 5th February 2013
Chasing Shadows of You...Chasing Shadows of You...Chasing Shadows of You... in Free Verse More Like This
No matter the years that pass me by,
It seems I am forever trapped.
For when it comes to deceiving myself,
I'm afraid I'm rather apt.
In the end the truth which I sought to avoid, is now knocking at my door...
A rabid rat that chews at me; one I can't ignore.
And though I might have grown this body, from the lonely years I've seen.
I'm afraid I can only chase the shadow, of my dearest Angeline.
- Chen Yuan Wen, 14th January 2012
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
You Have No Right To LiveYou Have No Right To Live:You Have No Right To Live in Free Verse More Like This
Hey, what are you doing?
That's mine, now give it back.
You're stupid, you should just go die!
Okay, I'm sorry...
What, you failed again?
Just how much money do you think we're spending on this,
Do you think it just falls from the sky?
I can't believe you; and don't give me that look!
You better straighten up now you hear me
And if you keep looking like a dead fish,
I'm going to make you wish you were one.
Hey, being around you is driving me nuts,
You never want to do anything, you don't even care,
Why bother even breathing if you're going to act like you're dead!
A lousy person like you should just go die!
okay, fine! I will...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 26th November 2012
I Am A WriterI Am A Writer:I Am A Writer in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Gentlemen, today I speak to you
To convey an issue that has plagued the core of our community.
For so long have we been considered second-class;
To this day there are those who still believe that we are not artists.
But today is not about freedom, today is about honour,
Because there are many writers that still seek to shame us all...
I speak of those individuals, who take art from others.
Covers, photos, paintings, digital art, anime and manga.
It matters not where you draw your source from,
But every action impacts upon us as a community.
BECAUSE I AM A WRITER!
When I craft my works, when I write each and every line,
I paint using expression; metaphors are my colours.
The words are my brush and each and every rhyme is my medium.
I do not ask to be considered an artist, but I do ask to be considered.
BECAUSE I AM A WRITER!
For someone who practices his craft day and night,
Painstakingly learning how to use each and ever
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.
Broken Wingsthey told her to wish upon the lightBroken Wings in Emotional More Like This
far out of sight in the depth of the night
she saw the face within her mind
the one in which she longed to find
but her light disappeared, stolen from the sky
causing her wings to forget how to fly
When I Hear Your VoiceWhen I look into your eyesWhen I Hear Your Voice in Free Verse More Like This
I shed this great disguise
That hides me from their sight
That hides me from the light
When i hear your voice
I have no other choice
But surrender to your will
Until my heart's fulfilled
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
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
Rdz.6Hatsuharu podkuliła kolana pod brodę i ukryła w nich twarz, siedząc po ciemku w swoim pokoju, na łóżku. Muskał ją po uchu. Dałaby głowę, że kiedy szeptał jej, co ma robić, muskał ją po uchu. Czuła to. Ten dotyk, ten gorący oddech... A to było przyjemne. Nie lubiła bliskości, miała bardzo złe wspomnienia, jednak wtedy było jej dobrze. Zadrżała na wspomnienie o tym momencie. Po chwili otrząsnęła się. Aizen niedługo planuje sprowadzenie tu Orihime, więc będzie musiała utrudnić Ichigo i reszcie uratowanie jej.Rdz.6 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Przez jej głowę przefrunęło pewne trudne pytanie. Czemu jest mu tak posłuszna? Wszak powiedział jej, że nie zrobi jej krzywdy jeśli odmówi. Czemu tak ślepo za nim idzie? I czemu tak łatwo przyszła jej zdrada Urahary i Ichigo? Może miała p
Rdz.1- Jak ja nie lubię wstawać rano i łazić do Urahary... - wywarczał Ichigo, po raz kolejny masując sobie głowę po dość brutalnej pobudce, jaką zafundowała mu Rukia.Rdz.1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
- Nie marudź, tylko idź! - wyżej wymieniona kopnęła go w tyłek.
Gdyby nie to, że już byli przy sklepie kapelusznika, to pewnie zaczęli by kolejną kłótnię. Weszli do sklepu i od razu przeszli na zaplecze. Urahara siedział tam w towarzystwie Yoruichi i kruczowłosej dziewczyny o dość ponurym wyrazie twarzy. Cała trójka sączyła herbatę. Kisuke uniósł wzrok na dwójkę shinigami, po czym uśmiechnął się po swojemu.
- Aaah~! Witajcie. Pozwólcie, że przedstawię wam...
- Sama się przedstawię, Urahara - powiedziała kruczowłosa, po czym powstała - Hatsuharu Murase, Quincy.
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.
roadkillYou told meroadkill in Free Verse More Like This
I was November’s ambrosia
sweet on your tongue.
But now all I feel
is discord, sieging
the 3,000 year old tree
inside of me.-
Centuries to grow so tall
9 mere minutes to
You no longer smile anymore.
And I am here,
silent as stone-
the carcass of a dead...
hoping you don't leave me
on the side of the road.
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.
Ways to conquer heartbreakDance with fistfuls of roses, shred their petals one by one and wear their thorns like armor.Ways to conquer heartbreak in Free Verse More Like This
Write your secrets between the folds of paper cranes and tuck them safely between the empty spaces of your castle ribs.
Open your broken heart to hummingbirds, allow them the warmth and shelter of your arms.
Rebel. Tape poetry to your limbs, Cummings and Sandburg and Sexton.
Take a walk outside of your skin for a while, run with wolves.
Extinguish that forest fire that’s been curling too long in your lungs.
Be that lionhearted girl those snobby poets always write about.
Allow that cavern of stars in your throat to speak your truths in uppercase letters, in free verse yet to be proofread.
Write about wars and victory.
Be the hero.
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.
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.
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.
Mommy and DaddyMommy, Daddy, are you okay?Mommy and Daddy in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You haven't talked at all today.
Mommy, Daddy, can't you see?
You're really starting to hurt me.
All you do is scream and fight,
and I hear it all throughout the night.
Sometimes I think my eyes will run dry,
yet whenever I do, I just continue to cry.
"She doesn't care about any of this, she'll be fine by tomorrow!"
Daddy, you don't know how much your words fill me with sorrow.
"Can't you just be civilized?! Stop acting like a child, and apologize right now!"
Mommy, please don't make this worse, or I'll run outside and hide in the snow.
Mommy, Daddy, I wish you would just stop everything and be happy again.
I'm hiding under the blankets, writing these words down with a pen.
Mommy, Daddy, can't you see?
You're tearing my heart into one, two, three.
A piece for each of us, a piece of my heart,
the beating has stopped before it could start.
Two sections I wish I could install into both of you,
yet I'm afraid I have not yet found the proper glue.
"It isn't your
Open Heart SurgeryI've got ink throbbing through fissured veins,Open Heart Surgery in Free Verse More Like This
poisoning every atom of my soul.
"Bite your tongue," they say.
How I'd love to chew the damn thing off
and suck down every filthy syllable
just like the rotten bone marrow it is.
They'd all watch as my body spontaneously combusts
and becomes nothing but convoluted karma.
And so I wrote,
Teach me the ways of ripping out a human heart,
and stitching it onto ink-stained parchment."
The answer that came was rasped from a cauterized throat:
"Read your future in the collapsed palm of the stars;
find the abandoned pulse of your lionhearted muse;
steal their conformed scalpel and make it your own."
How to love a girl who can't love herself.one.How to love a girl who can't love herself. in Free Verse More Like This
When she cries herself to sleep
six out of seven nights a week you must
say nothing. You must simply take
her in your arms and kiss her gaunt,
pale cheeks and wait for her to
slumber at the sound of your heart.
On the days where she wishes she
were part of the stars, tell her
no. Tell her that there are too many
lights in the sky and that just one
would be forgotten the moment you looked
away from it. Tell her that she is perfect
the way she is: completely human.
Don't let her think about the scars
that no one but her can see. If she
says "I think I'm broken" smile like you
know a secret and say, "No, you're mending."
But do not be the one to fix her - no, she