Selfish Suicide"People who kill themselves are selfish."Selfish Suicide in Free Verse More Like This
Well, darling, let me tell you a story,
A story all too true.
A daughter who became a wife, a wife who became a mother.
A mother of three girls...
One just above the age of a toddler,
One at the age of twelve,
And one entering the life of a married adult.
Now, the youngest girl was watching television,
And the oldest at the neighbor's home.
The twelve year old daughter sat at a computer with her closest friend,
When something terrifying happened.
Her mother was in the kitchen, coughing.
The daughter, although unable to see her mother, only could imagine the situation.
The mother walked calmly past the daughter with tears rushing down her face,
And up the stairs she went,
Into her bedroom...
Locking the door behind her.
The daughter, hearing the door lock, didn't bother to check on her mother.
She decided to expect and hope for the best.
Five, maybe ten minutes passed, the daughter still sitting at the computer,
When the mother stumbled down the
Darling, Don't You DareTo the girl who skips dinner,Darling, Don't You Dare in Free Verse More Like This
Because her reflection hurts more than
To the boy who wears sweatshirts
On hot summer days,
Because he doesn’t want his mother to cry over his
To the boy who weeps uncontrollably
Until he falls asleep,
Because it’s the only way to escape into his
To the girl who spends her days in her bedroom,
Because the dark is more peaceful than her
To the child who gets angry,
Because no one understands.
To the teens who self-harm,
To the ones in recovery,
To the ones that just can’t do it anymore…
For the girl who skips meals
And the boy who wears sweatshirts,
For the boy who cries,
The girl who hides,
And the ones who just can’t do it anymore.
You’ve come this far.
Don’t you dare give up on it, now.
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.
Too soon?Today, I woke up with a urge to throw up. I ran to the bathroom and headed to a bucket. The smell in the room after I finished made me puke again, even if there was nothing left on my stomach. Pietros stayed all the time, holding my long hair so it didn't got dirty. He cleaned my mouth when I was done, and stared at me, worried. It has been like this for a time now. Maybe it was time to talk to someone about this.Too soon? in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
There's this specialist in Castelia. He is a medic, and a friend of the nuns in the church. They assured me he was reliable, so I dressed up and went to pay him a visit. Pietros held my hand all the way, maybe afraid that I would feel sick again and collapse. Smart aipom, I certainly had to stop in the middle of the way to rest a little before we could walk again. I was afraid for my health.
We finally found his house, and he was nice enough to offer us tea. He understood my situation and why I needed Pietros to translate what he said to me. The man was probably used to this
Do I know you?Do I know you? in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The night was over with the first rays of the sun. I stepped out of the pub, my friend had gone ahead of me, once I said I preferred to go on Clarabel’s back on my way to the guild. I could still see the other rangers in the distance, and I felt dumb and drunk.
The day before, just after I arrived at the pub, there was this woman that gave me a strange feeling. I stepped inside and I heard she calling me. She shouted my name, this woman I never met. And collapsed. I got worried that she could be crazy, but as Carr held her in her unconsciousness, I learnt she was the girlfriend he was telling us about the past few days, and how nice she was.
It was strange, and I asked if she was alright, but avoided going too near her. Carr said she had been feeling sick lately, and asked me if we already knew each other.
“I’ve never seen her before.”, I said.
He then took her to a place where she could sleep and rest, and came back later. We finally had our little commemorati
Event 3 Brink (Valkiria)Event 3 Brink (Valkiria) in Short Stories More Like This
Valkiria closed Carr’s bag once she finished putting inside everything she thought he would need tonight. She didn’t forget the medical supplies, and her hands trembled as she thought he could come back badly injured, or not even ever come back.
She opened the bag one more time to check if she forgot anything. Medical supplies, bandages, water, food, a blanket… She got worried that maybe it was way too heavy for him to carry around, and kept wandering around her bedroom to see if there was anything she could do about it. She added a sewing kit, thinking if he was going to need to sew someone else’s injuries. She felt dizzy as she thought about the blood and the fighting.
Pietros stepped beside her and climbed until her shoulders. The hand in his tail caressed her cheek, and he watched as she calmed down. He then gave her a worried look, and she hugged him. They never needed words to understand each other, and now was not different.
In the end, she prepared anot
Hand Cannon OverkillHand Cannon Overkill in Free Verse More Like This
The charismatic recluse
with a loner's philosophy.
Birds of a feather,
the punishments that I endure,
I cannot work beneath
The know-nothing status
in the search for myself
Goes on with trial & error...
All in all, I am merely awaiting
my own return.
The Book of Excerpts: Re-ReformationThe Book of Excerpts: Re-Reformation in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
What is this delusion before me?
This dreadful illusion that I do now see?
I fear such terror from the powers that be...
Those angels above, those demons below.
The Horsemen to come reap and to sew.
I see the once powerful flock, now come so low.
God how I pray this to be but a phase,
To leave this to past and within a haze.
Bring us out of this horrid maze!
Your people stand divided, stumbling forward
To a future cloudy and grim, blinded yet onward.
Power drunken fools,ignorant to your true word.
Give me this life's chance to make due change,
To adjust and assist in this time so strange...
This time in which we must to our ways estrange.
Father, I swear to you, that with my power,
Until my last breath and final hour,
I will restore you and never once cower.
With so many that believe not,
Who never found the proof they ever sought,
I will do what I may, as if never have I fought.
Restless Nights in the Subconscious WonderlandRestless Nights in the Subconscious Wonderland in Free Verse More Like This
I prefer the shorter days
Caught in a daze, or lost in some dream.
In the sleepless world of slumber,
Where my subconscious plays roulette with ideas,
Shooting them point blank
into my suspended psyche...
Over the edge and into the deep end,
To find the abnormal of my being
from where my beliefs
sprout their way from spirits.
And through this too,
do I enjoy or suffer...
As never have I found rest within my dreams.
of meaningless cause is the disdain of discord.
As my dreams and nightmares are forever slaves to chance,
and the cracking whip engages them as I close my eyes.
I am forever reminded of the War between angels and demons
For they are resembled by the pleasant and horrid.
I never know the plots...
The endings are hardly ever seen,
and my memory is left in shambles.
Opened, my eyes return my to reality,
and bid thee farewell for now,
I do to my world of restless slumber.
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
DenialDenial:Denial in Free Verse More Like This
He stands before the mountains
and sighs, knowing that they reach toward the heavens
He begins his climb
his hands soon bloodied, his fingers digging into the hardened stone
He continues to drag himself
against the crags that scrape against his peeling skin
Unwilling to end his climb prematurely
though the rocks continue to slice into his flesh
Blood is drawn with a single desperate gasp
as pain rings out throughout his frame
His feet tremble and his hands grow numb
but still he continues to climb ever higher...
The winds threaten to throw him from the face of the mountain
and they slowly begin to waste him away
His body turns to dust and is scattered away amongst the clouds
But still he presses on!
Eventually, all that is left of this man
is a pair of hands clinging stubbornly to the rocks
and though the winds may blow, the man's spirit wills them on
Inch by painful inch they climb, undetered and utterly determined
For even if he lacks a body, even if he has nothing lef
Secrets Should be SilentSecrets Should be Silent:Secrets Should be Silent in Free Verse More Like This
What is in the nature of a secret?
It is not to be known, nor to be seen.
It is that which we bury beneath layers of deceit.
Why then, do we bury poetry?
why then, do we bury prose?
Why secret that which is meant to be seen,
And showcase that which is meant to be secret?
Are the words of our soul less important,
Than mere phrases designed to seek attention?
Are the words that we carve from experience,
Taken as less than a general phrase of emotion?
...No, I would hope not.
For I do as any other might,
And my skeletons are kept under lock and key.
For a secret displayed remains secret no longer;
Merely a gossip's fancy.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 6th July 2013
Sorrow of snowTake this little chance of mineSorrow of snow in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Cut off the hope and let it go
I want to line my endless mind
And feel the sorrow of the snow
My world is spinning round and round
Time is nothing but a dream
Yesterday seems senseless now
And the trouble I have seen
I'm lost in space
Down on my face
Nowhere to go
I'm so afraid
I can't say why
Can't say goodbye
Can't see the ocean
Or the sky
Keep my dying memories
When I'm down here on my knees
Celebrate your victory
Beat them up and then let go
Keep yourself in history
And the feelings of the snow
Keep your head and lit the night
Lit the dark as long as last
Live in future if you like
And be buried in the past
I'm lost in space
Down on my face
Nowhere to go
I'm so afraid
I can't say why
Can't say goodbye
Can't see the ocean
Or the sky
Take my dying memories
'Cause I'm down here on my knees
Hear the whisper and then go
With the sorrow of the snow
FineLiving in a world of broken lightFine in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Looking at the sun but somehow it's not bright
In between the sky, a ring of dazzling blue
Swallowing the thoughts and memories of you
Thought these moments would never have an end
For now, I'm just a stone within the strand
Wish the stars would fall
To mute this noise at all
Sometimes the day is even colder as the night
If you can't leave this world of broken light
There were scars upon the ground
Frozen flowers caused a sadly sound
This is me without your love, moving forward to whatever
Wanna hear you day for day, wanna see your face forever
It's up to me if I can see
How things are going to be
Counting down the days and counting down the time
Destroying myself by pretending I am fine
Tell you I am fine
It's been a while since our last talk
Since our last breakfast and our last walk
Deep brown eyes and hazel hair
There was sweetness in the air
One known fact is hard to believe
That I loved you enough so my pain will receive
There were scars upon the
listen:1.listen: in Free Verse More Like This
People will let you down.
You’ll love them, anyways.
Don’t let anyone romanticize
It won’t be beautiful
when somebody breaks your heart
the first time
or the second
or the eighteenth.
Pain is not beautiful.
Maybe on paper
but not inside of you
not in numbers.
A million people
but you’re still here,
and that's important.
You're doing something
My father told me
“Be selfish –
if you don’t take care of you
I liked to think
that this is the reason
he ignored me
I don’t have good advice
on this one.
Because the people who let you down,
are the ones promised to save you.
Are the ones promised to love you
and protect you
and I’ll tell you,
nothing quite hurts
like waking up in the morning
to the police in your doorway.
Nothing quite hurts
like being eleven
and hearing a cop say
“Poor girl had to live wi
you loved someone.i.you loved someone. in Free Verse More Like This
Chloe is nineteen when she dies.
She ends it with a shotgun
the night her brother gets out
They say he molested her
he raped nine women
ten eleven twelve women
they say no
it was nine little girls
ten eleven twelve
little girls, kids, the bastard.
he was a bad man
“No wonder she did it.
If he was my blood
I’d’ve done it, too.”
You go to the funeral
because that’s what good people
because your mother asks you
“You want to go to Heaven,
without looking up from her knitting
and you would laugh in her face,
but she’s your mother
and you love her
so you go.
A man you know stops you –
a friend of John’s –
John, who is not yours anymore
(even now, even in death,
you know he’ll keep her
longer than he kept you)
on your way to the bathroom.
“John really loved her, y’know,” the man says
as if you wouldn
Green InkShe writes with green inkGreen Ink in Free Verse More Like This
eternal scrawls upon the page.
She wrote with green ink,
because it was the color of his eyes,
and the pond in the park,
and the seats on the bus,
and the grass outside,
and rose stems.
She wrote with green ink
even when her boss yelled
and the teacher screamed
and nothing worked out.
Because green was her favorite
and it was his favorite as well
even when he was sick while
his skin was green.
He still loved the color green
when the dirt fell down
when he didn’t recover,
the grass that bloomed
was the most angelic jade.
And she still wrote in green ink
because it was the color of the grass,
and his favorite color
and the color of his eyes
on his last final days.
The DoctorThe Doctor in Short Stories More Like This
"Doctor?" I questioned uneasily. The figures and faces around me nodded, shifting around unsettlingly as if staying still was too much work for them
"I don't need a Doctor, I'm fine." I had no desire to see the Doctor. Even the title sent shivers down my spine.
"We know dear, but we were thinking that some people mature faster than others, and that maybe you should see the Doctor earlier," one of the figures said. I couldn't even see them, for I was seated in a hard chair that dug into my back while everyone else was crowed around me. Their like faces and similar statures all began to blur into one solid black surrounding of grey and more grey. Even their voices were beginning to blend together.
"I don't want to see the Doctor though."
And I truly didn't. There were so many rumors about that place, the place called the hospital. I heard that when people entered they didn't come back the same again, that they Doctor messed with their minds and changed them into unfeeling robots for the
FrostI am devouring chaos,Frost in Free Verse More Like This
chasing it down with winter's chill.
Spare me your fingerprints,
summer's lovechild. Those knowing owl eyes
have me second guessing the wild churning
in my bones. You are the sleep that sweeps
my eyelashes, drowning me in my own daydreams.
When was it...
that you plastered yourself to my ribcage?
She Talks With MonstersThis girl never had a fear of monsters.She Talks With Monsters in Free Verse More Like This
She allowed them to rest on the insides of her eyelids,
the crook of her neck, the empty spaces of her chest cavity.
She had no fear, there were much scarier things in this world
than darkness, clawing at her back. Living for the night
she etched her dreams upon the bars of her cage
whispering of centuries past because she truly missed the sun,
grass on her back. Frosty Decembers have her forgetting
what it feels like to love, but she knows who she is
she doesn't need the taste of cigarette ash
suffocating her inside her own flesh.
November skies tore open this night,
ripping a hole in her bedsheets.
It is in those dark spaces between
bone marrow and heartbeats that she finds herself-
tattered and breathless, whispering dark secrets
into a strangers ears. Her origami limbs folding
like patterned paper only to reach desperately
for the sun kissed frills of Apollo's robes.