Humble Mediocrity.I see the truth in your web of lies,
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.
This one is Mine.I see the look in your eye as you follow her around the room,This one is Mine. in Free Verse More Like This
I saw the poem you wrote, and told her she'd know whom.
Who it was for is what she asked, and walked off without a clue,
And you stared at her back whispering "I love you.".
Well, I'm going to be nice and give you a warning here,
This one is mine, and only mine, do I make myself clear?
I know she loves me more than words can express,
And I tell you, she is mine, that girl in that dress.
I read that poem, and I must tell you something,
I love her, and she loves me, for me she would do anything.
So, whatever you're waiting for, the right place, the right time?
Stop waiting, because I'm not letting go, I'm telling you. She's mine.
I would've been.I would've been a masterpiece if it wasn't for the tear,I would've been. in Free Verse More Like This
I don't know why I tell you this, it's not like you care.
I would've been a legend if it wasn't for the time,
Age of heroes has come and gone, all I can do now is rhyme.
I would've made something of myself, if I'd had the motivation,
But now, I just lie in wait, awaiting even more degradation.
I could've been someone, or something, I know I could,
But right now, it's all talk, all "Could, should, would."
Then there's that "if" or that "but" getting in the way,
I could've been a masterpiece, but here I am, rotting away.
No one even gives me a second glance,
I'm not a famous one like Rembrandt's.
I could've been a masterpiece if it wasn't for the tear,
If only the people looking after me had taken more care,
I could've been perfect, and remembered forever,
But now I am just a portrait, of the Forgotten Reaper.
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.
Think again.If you think death can't be beaten, you're not trying hard enough,Think again. in Free Verse More Like This
If you think nothing is eternal, then you've never felt true love.
If you want me to help you, and I tell you to help yourself,
You would think me rude, but some things I just can't tell you myself.
You live and you learn, and you have to live these things,
Empiricism is the only way to know how a nightingale sings.
You must know it for yourself, some things cannot be taught,
When you learn, you must adapt and change what you once thought.
My friend, it is not that I want to keep the knowledge to myself,
It is that I cannot tell you, for some things you must learn yourself.
I cannot tell you what beauty is, for it is everchanging for all of us,
I cannot tell you what is bad or good, for the knowledge is within us.
If I could tell you, I gladly would, if I could put these concepts into words,
But I cannot, so you must live and learn, no matter how much it hurts.
So now it is time,
Statue In The RainI'm not dead because I'm still breathing,Statue In The Rain in Free Verse More Like This
I'm not dead because I'm finally living.
I'm still here because you always need me,
I won't leave you if you don't leave me.
I'm still here, right where you left me,
The statue in the rain, ready to give you glee.
When you feel sad, you know where to go,
I'm not dead, I'm here for you and I hope you know.
That I'm still here, and always will be for you,
That I'll remain as long as I know you want me to.
That the statue in the rain will always be waiting for you,
Because Jennifer, I love you.
Discarded.You cry for your sorrows and you bleed for your dreams,Discarded. in Free Verse More Like This
Just always remember, this world is not what it seems.
You can be the best of friends and then disappear,
They'll just discard you, I know it's hard to hear.
But this has happened enough to me,
It's all everyone's been doing recently.
So here I lie, discarded, fearing to stand up,
Because what waits just isn't worth getting up.
Thrown away and lying in a puddle of mud and blood,
All the other times I got up, and wiped off the mud.
But this time, as I lie here, broken and bloody,
I don't want to get up, I want to be a dead body.
I know getting up is inevitable, because I will never give in,
But I really just want to give up and say that "I'm done in."
Denial.I know I'm in denial,Denial. in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Saying I don't love her.
But I still say it all the while,
Because I have been hurt.
I know I should stop this,
I know I should just face it.
But I can't face up to this,
I can only run away from it.
I know that I still love her,
I would take her back in a heartbeat,
But as I can't have her,
I lie to myself, looking down at my feet.
I know that I still love her,
But Denial is my only friend.
Without You.And as the blood runs off of this blade,Without You. in Free Verse More Like This
And drips out onto this far out glade.
I really wish I'd told you no,
I really wish I had told you "don't go".
And as the tears ran from your eye,
I wish I could've made them dry.
But right now I wish more than anything,
That you were mine, because I am nothing.
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.
Belief.I do not believe in God, and things I cannot see,Belief. in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I didn't believe in love until I looked into your eyes,
I never did believe, that someone could love me,
But when I look at you I see through your disguise.
I see a sad woman that needs a hero,
When others see someone strong and solitary.
I see someone that loves their hero,
Someone who is sad and lonely.
Silently with a smile always was your style,
But I promise you that you can speak to me.
Because when you're sad, I'll be there all the while.
For your hero loves you, and wants you to be happy.
Get Over ItGet out of my dreams!Get Over It in Free Verse More Like This
You said it was over so why don’t you leave?
I don’t care where just get the hell away from me.
They say all’s fair in love in war,
But we both agreed the love wasn’t there,
So why the psychological warfare?
I don’t want much, just a bit of peace,
And I can’t do that
With you on my mind.
Hell, I can’t even say it’s your fault.
It’s me who’s remembering,
It’s just unconsciously.
Whoever said love hurts is a liar,
It only painful when it’s taken from you.
The Desert RoseWith eyes the colour of the cloudless sky,The Desert Rose in Free Verse More Like This
And hair like mighty dunes of sand,
She moves elusively and yet with such grace;
It is a dangerous sort of beauty.
Her eyes snap sharply into mine,
Whenever my gaze lingers a second too long.
Her stare traps mine own in place and so
I stay there frozen with fear... or is it awe?
I would love to tell myself
That such a flower is not meant for me,
But I would only be lying to myself
Because I love the thrill of the game.
I truly do admire her spirit,
Like the Great Pyramids it stands tall,
Against all odds,
Never bending an inch...
A fascination overwhelms me even now.
Can I even hope to keep up,
Or has the game already been won
By the Desert Rose?
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.
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.
Perchance to ForgetA single rose stands in the midst of a dreary grey,Perchance to Forget in Free Verse More Like This
The only remnant of a time long ago,
A reminder of a brighter past.
I sit here day after day,
Doing my very best to keep this rose,
To keep my dream alive.
And thus far I have been successful,
But I know I can’t keep this up,
For time will eventually run out.
And so I take this rose,
And gently dig her out from the dirt,
Leaving the field barren.
I take this chance to start anew;
I till the soil and plant new seeds,
And water the foundation.
Perchance, I can take this opportunity to forget the past,
And place my focus and energy in the present,
So that I might make a better future.
EndgameIf these words were myEndgame in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Very last, it would be fine.
I've lived a good life.
A Letter to the Fair OneShall I compare thee to a summer's day?A Letter to the Fair One in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
My heart, and my soul have been stolen away,
And I know you to be the culprit.
Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all;
What hast thou then more than thou hadst before?
I am yours: your slave, your servant, your thrall;
Oh there is none whom I could treasure more.
O, never say that I was false of heart,
Though absence seemed my flame to qualify.
My soul ached on those days we were apart,
And those are words that no one could deny.
And now, though not without risk,
I shall end this letter with but a kiss.
At Any MomentAt any moment, we could get lucky;At Any Moment in Free Verse More Like This
Win the lotto, get a promotion, go on a date,
Go to a party, eat with our friends,
At any moment, misfortune could come;
It starts raining, train comes late, food is under-cooked,,
You are robbed, have a fight,
She leaves you...
At any moment, a loved one could die;
Heart attack, car accident, building collapse,
Lung cancer, murdered on the streets,
It leaves you empty...
At any moment, your life could be cut mercilessly short,
And yet, after everything else,
You don't care...
In the EndIn the end we are all sacks of meat.In the End in Free Verse More Like This
The holier-than-thou saints and the scum of the earth,
The pioneers of industry and the useless dregs of humanity,
We all share the same fate in death.
For all the good we do, for all our hard work, what do we get?
We're dumped in a nice little cherrywood box,
Tossed in the ground and covered in dirt,
And that's if they don't decide to burn us and put our ashes in a jar.
And such is the fate we are all doomed to have,
Yes, this is what we have to look forward to.
Good, evil, rich, poor, famous, unknown,
None of that matters in the end.
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...
Dying From LoveDying From LoveDying From Love in Free Verse More Like This
His sweet words touched her heart
Now it is bleeding and torn apart
His gentle touch as he held her hand
Now it is empty as a barren land
His tender kiss across her lips
Ignited something deep within
Now they are parched and dry
Craving moisture that he would provide
He caressed her heart with his love
Now it is screaming from the pain
Dying slowly as she cries in the rain
Forever MoreForever MoreForever More in Free Verse More Like This
It's said true friendship is strong
A tree hundreds of years old
yet I saw a withered leaf falling
And the green begins to fade
Look beyond the withered leaf
See past the fading green
Look down into the soil
Where strong roots do grow.
I can hear dry branches cracking
And all the oncoming storms
Black clouds darkening the sky
Are we strong enough to prevail?
Though the branches may crack
As the winds bend them back
Look beyond the darkening clouds
The rays of the sun can be found.
I don't want to lose what we had.
I don't want to see it die.
But the wind takes the leaves away.
A barren skeleton is what is left.
You will not lose what is there
The beauty of nature will prevail
For beneath the soil the roots will grow
Blooming leaves that are forever more
When did we stop to care?
Hoping the tree's big enough
Our visits became rare
An Oath to My FatherAn Oath to My Father in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
An Oath to My Father:
The chill of winter is nothing, when compared to the cold inside my heart.
A fire, once stoked by the warmth of family, has quietly died, five falls past.
I dream of my father, who watches from beyond the realms - and my ancestors
Who fought against an endless army of giants, to win the lands we have today.
Just as a devout man honours his God through worship, I honour them through my axe!
Each stroke of the whetstone, each screech of the metal, brings me closer to them -
Even as I draw closer to my doom. Oh how I can feel him, for the anger in my blood
Boils evermore as I sense him approaching my camp. He is hungry, he is eager;
Slacks of drool hang from his twin mouths, as a jarring roar shakes the mountain!
Though I shiver at the sight, it is not from fear - I shiver in anticipation
Of the battle that is to come. My steel may rend his flesh and break his bones;
Or perhaps I shall be sent to glory - but it is useless to think about such things,
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
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
Eagle GirlEagle Girl:Eagle Girl in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
She soars above clouds,
Beloved, wild, unrestrained.
Ended by envy.
- Chen Yuan Wen, 27th January 2013
These Tears Would Come:These Tears Would Come:These Tears Would Come: in Free Verse More Like This
If my tears could tell a story of two -
What would they have to say about you?
Of a boy who spent his whole life seeking
And a girl who found it in the arms of another…
Would they tell us of laughter? Beneath a starlit sky,
Or of harsh words exchanged on bitter nights.
Would they speak of moments, so beautifully captured;
To be enjoyed in memory, like a perfect wine.
Or perhaps they would tell us of an untampered truth:
Of the lonely nights spent longing, for an Eden lost.
Captivated, habituated, to this lonely habit of you;
For her alone, these tears would come.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 31st march 2013
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
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
WinterfallWinterfall:Winterfall in Free Verse More Like This
Warm blood drips upon the pearl white snow
freezing into droplets that shine and glow
Red like the colour of his once livid cheeks
It frames the sculpture I have carved on this peak
An artwork made so terrifyingly sublime
I believe that such a thing would be condemned as a crime
But woe betide the unfortunate soul
For the poor man stumbled into the freezing cold...
I remember his features in his moment of death
Hope and despair, intermingled as one
A shine of reality as he opens the door
and steps into the hell from the days of yore
From then he has passed into my loving care
His body as a shell and so I lay it bare
I paint it with colours, to frame the moment of death
and lay it with the others in the mountain's breast
Here in the silence, within the womb of the earth
You can view the masterpiece that I have birthed
A giant of corpses, sewn with flesh
Tattooed with the faces of eternal rest...
"Ah, indeed I am a genius..."
-Chen Yuan Wen, 23rd August 2012
It Came From The DarkIt Came From The Dark:It Came From The Dark in Free Verse More Like This
Amongst the ashes, swirling from the darkness of the pit,
Emerged a hand, dragging a battered body across the rocks.
Blood leaked from the wounds so callously self-inflicted,
And teeth ground with a focused determination and seething anger.
It cared not for the warm rubies - staining the jagged rocks,
It cared not for the sensation of pain...
All that it remembered was a dream, An obsession -
One that drove it ever higher; ignoring all else!
Eventually it emerged from this shadowy hole, this dreary depth,
And in that moment, it learned of the truth.
For this creature, denied sunlight and warmth -
-Chen Yuan Wen, 11th December 2012
OmegaThere is a wolf lurking in my doorway;Omega in Free Verse More Like This
our eyes holding breathless conversations
as secrets whisper through the stroke of my pen
into the awaiting lungs of strangers.
Soon young pup, you'll have nothing left to say.
My heart is woven together with tight-knit words,
blood red Poe, and thumping Hemingway-
Yet, no headstrong Omega sleeps
within this slightly cracked, ribcage embrace.
"I am unafraid of forests with teeth."
WillowYour confessional arms are Willow trees,Willow in Free Verse More Like This
draping lonely limbs around an empty ink-jar heart.
Scars worn down like henna tattoos.
A night witch scrawling her incantations on blue moons,
rolling her letters into sentences like a curse.
But, it is in these coffee eyes you have found a home.
NaPoWriMo: Day 2sometimes,NaPoWriMo: Day 2 in Free Verse More Like This
i have this
sudden urge to cut
most of the time,
i just wish I were anything
other than me.
a rocket ship, a bird-
the sweet flavored smoke
I promised my girlfriend
these briar patch lungs
would not in.hale.
i have fallen in love
with the strangest of things-
eyes that intimidate
the way my scars
play hide and seek
with her hands. -
the love letters
that start and end
pressed against limbs.
i make promises
i know i can not keep.
but if i were a liar
i would say i was tired
of writing to the stars.
Keep your secrets, wolfgirl.I have been suffocatingKeep your secrets, wolfgirl. in Free Verse More Like This
on the stars of my past
like horny gentlemen
do with innocent looking
wolfgirls at 3am- their bite
fearless as thieves.
My lilac lungs are breathing in
dust and the tears of Saturn’s
while the rest of me -
well, shes warm off wine
and poems left
Lonely Gods"I wish my body to be a staircaseLonely Gods in Free Verse More Like This
to heaven." She said, "A conduit
of lonely Gods."Swaying
pendulum hips, she, she
was made of stardust.- Scars sleeping
above a city of sweet bones, stirring
like sun-stricken scorpions during
hollow painkiller nights,
mistaking her redred burns
for Apollos kisses.
"Sadly, this body has whispered away
the last of my secrets."
Dragons BloodYou are an art journal,Dragons Blood in Free Verse More Like This
all scraps of paper and profound quotes
of those you say "I'll fucking know one day",
because you love to shock me
with even more profound profanities
and those watercolor fingers
you use to shut me up.
Gently. Always gently.
You leave me moon-eyed;
Dragons Blood still lingering
in the wake of your
heartbeats against mine.
NaPoWriMo- Day 5She used to try and catch butterfliesNaPoWriMo- Day 5 in Free Verse More Like This
until she realized their beauty
rubbed off on her fingers;
but she will always be loving you
with those digits.
20 years from now
when even the love on her arms
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.
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.
NaPoWriMo: Day 4I might have a scrappers knees,NaPoWriMo: Day 4 in Free Verse More Like This
wildflowers growing on my knuckles,
& I might remind you of every nasty thing
you ever did,
but I don’t see you in my mirror.
I just have the right
to hate my own face.
I think this hitchhiker’s heart
is breaking &
I don’t have the medical skill-
or the time
to suture the pieces
back together again.
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
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
MouthfulsYou take mouthfuls of meMouthfuls in Free Verse More Like This
Huge, selfish as they are
Leaving morsels of me behind
Teeth my words and chew up my heart
Bite through my spine with shark like jaws
I am used, you explain, damaged,
Dirty for existing.
Dirty for loving you.
I ask you why you like to hurt me.
"I love you most when you ache on the inside."
I have never hated myself more.
About Honour"Ever worried about what the world thought of you?"About Honour in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Nope. I only worry about what I think of me."
"What do you think about you?"
"That I am a broken-eyed, converse-reject-wearing wise ass."
"Really? And what do you call yourself?"
"I call me proud."
"What do you call yourself?"
"I am the grade school version of the heartbroken girl, who can't play the guitar so she strums a ukulele instead, who can't paint so she draws terrible pictures in graphite that keeps giving way."
"I see you doing it again. Put the fucking pen down right now and stop it."
"What? I was just writin-"
"You're cutting yourself to pieces with shark-toothed words again. Just because a sword is a beautiful, glittering object of honour doesn't mean it always has an honorable purpose."
"Do you really think I am a sword?"
"Nope. I think you're beautiful, glittering object of honour. And the thing with honour is, it makes the world turn to stare in awe."
Austenesque Therapy“Hello.”Austenesque Therapy in Free Verse More Like This
“Good afternoon. Why have you come to see me today?”
“Because I had to.”
“I see. So tell me... what’s bothering you.”
“I lose my breath because I can’t believe that this is all I am going to be.”
“What is wrong with what you are?”
“I’m not loved.”
“You have your friends, your family-”
“Come on, you know what I mean. The devil-may-care-what-the-world-thinks, passionate, can’t-breathe-without-each-other, catch-you-when-you-fall-kind-of-love.”
“I don’t even know how to begin to find it in this world.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean I prefer living in my books. I like how that makes me feel. And then I’m just disappointed.”
“And how does that make you feel?”
“It makes me feel sometimes, like I am completely unreasonable to say, that in a time of smart phones
Never Let Him Look South WestThe distance between Dublin and Boston is approximately 3000 miles. You told me this when you were staring south west with the kind of madness I have only seen in sailor’s eyes when they lived in lighthouses too small for their giant ship dreams. It should have worried me, that glint in your eyes. I just dismissed it as one of your navigational tantrums.Never Let Him Look South West in Emotional More Like This
When we went to the pub later that evening, you told me I should have the fish and chips, but the way you like it, with more vinegar and no tartar sauce. I said that made it too salty, and you told me that was how real sailors ate their fish. My reactions always were slow to your behavior. I believe the expression ‘at sea’ was applied more often than not when you spoke.
I never thought that the walks you mentioned on the beach when we were children had any more to the idea than the romance of it all. So when you told me you belonged to the sea, I thought you were talking about your soul.
It never truly meant anything
A Little Bit of WonderlandHer name was Alyssa, and when she was nine, her mother built her Wonderland. After being raised on a healthy diet of Charles Dickens, Enid Blyton and J.M. Barrie, it seemed like the natural course of action. She created it out of paper, each scene indispensably, indisputably perfect in its imperfection.A Little Bit of Wonderland in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
And she did it because Alyssa was terrified of the idea of falling through a rabbit hole, into a place that allows magic only when you are confused. Mothers do the most impractical, exhausting things to show how much they love their children. It seemed a pity that it was this very effort that kept Alyssa up all night, staring at the paper people like they were coming to get her.
(If Alyssa’s mother knew, she would have spent all her time trying to explain to the little girl that it wasn’t just paper people she should be afraid of.)
God appeared to have a sense of humour when little Alice became Alyssa’s best friend. She lives across the street, her hair always
When Your Best is Not Good EnoughDon't speak.When Your Best is Not Good Enough in Free Verse More Like This
Don't hold yourself together.
Don't fall apart.
Don't pretend it is all going to be okay.
Don't act like it won't be all right.
Don't touch me.
Don't look away from me.
Don't be so needy.
Don't be so grateful.
Don't act silly.
Don't be so serious.
Don't have so much fun.
Don't be so sullen.
Don't love anyone too much.
Don't be so selfish.
Don't ignore me.
Don't love me too much.
And hope? Hope is just a lie you tell yourself so that tomorrow, you can do it all over again.
Sea of Liesi.Sea of Lies in Free Verse More Like This
My father never read me the story of Icarus. I found it for myself. I suppose he did not want me to know what it was like to almost touch the stars. But it was only after I had read the story did I even try to reach so far. It is a little like falling in love...and then drowning in the sea.
(I would be lying if I said the fall didn't break everything I had once believed was solid.)
My science teacher knew well that I was a dreamer. When I told her I believed fairytales were as real as love is, I could see the disapproval and disappointment in her eyes. I suppose thats why in her classroom, when I was asked what the greatest force in the universe was, I answered love. I suppose thats why she laughed and reminded me that love was as much a fairytale as the fairytales I believed in.
(She was wrong. Love exists...its just been broken into a million little pieces, set afloat in a sea of heartbreak.)
My mother didn't want to speak about t
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
The Letter My Parents Will Never ReadThe words just slip through my teeth, now,The Letter My Parents Will Never Read in Free Verse More Like This
They dance out of my throat and coat my tongue,
"I don't like that anymore"
"I'm still the same person"
"I'm not mad at you"
I've gotten so good at lying, now,
I sometimes can't tell when even I'm telling the truth.
"Sure, everything's good"
"See? I'm smiling"
"I haven't had my first kiss"
You know what?
I'm not fine.
I have to hide my heart from my own parents because they don't understand.
I have to pretend that I'm mad at him and have "repented from my ways".
But in reality, I wait to read his words online,
I see his pictures,
I've kept the notes we wrote to each other in secret,
I'm in pain.
I'm hurt and full of longing to see him again,
Because you wouldn't let me be with him for the most idiotic reason,
Part of me hates you,
Part of me loves you,
Part of me is angry and spitting fire,
Part of me is hurt and bleeding.
And the more that you both pretend that ever
My Knights of SpiritI smile at the thought that I have knights,My Knights of Spirit in Free Verse More Like This
The men in my life that care for my being and soul,
One is hot-tempered but gently protective,
Promising a day when he'll cross the oceans to protect me and guide me.
I smile at the thought that I have knights,
The men in my life who have heard my spirit sing,
One is kind, and swore to trials of measure for the sake of my injury,
Always coaxing a laugh from every riddle and answer.
I smile at the thought that I have knights,
The men in my life who worry for me,
It seems that often they become knighted without knowing,
And care about me, despite the distance separating us.
So raise a glass for the knights of my kingdom,
The ones who wait to read my words,
The ones who make me smile when I'm sorrowful,
The ones who make me laugh when it rains,
I raise a glass for them in thanks,
Wishing I could be with them in the flesh,
Rather than spirit.
I'm Sorry, In AdvanceIs it my fault that I feel like a fool?I'm Sorry, In Advance in Free Verse More Like This
Handing out my heart to any who'll take it?
Is it my fault that I care for any pain, rather than my own?
Is it my fault for making mistakes and worrying about all opinions?
That I'm worried for your criticism
and that I care what everyone thinks, too much?
I'm not vain or naïve, I'm stressed and insecure .right?
Is there something wrong with me,
That makes me care even if it's not my concern
That makes me feel like I need approval
I crave it I love it .I need it.
And I don't know if it's because there is something wrong with my heart,
Or if I'm just insane,
But I'm sorry if I'm crazy,
And I'm sorry that I don't make sense
I'm sorry that I can't make everyone happy,
And I'm sorry that I feel this way about myself .
Believe me people, my heart and insanity are not worth it,
So carry on, please
The PuppetLike a hollow shell,The Puppet in Free Verse More Like This
A plastered smile,
A painted tongue,
My arms and legs tied tight by wires known to me.
A puppet on their sickly strings,
Vicious masters with poisoned teeth,
Grimace at my show.
"Not good enough puppet!" they bellow.
"Sit straighter, talk faster, be better, behave!"
After months of performances,
I am tossed into a corner.
My strings tangling, choking my porcelain throat.
Seeing my tears, the blood masters spit,
"Your pain isn't real,
It's all in your head!
You've not a dime in your hands,
And you're practically dead,
But don't worry, puppet" They smile toothily.
"You're always allowed to be yourself."
Burnt PopcornI cremated a bag of popcorn in my microwave...Burnt Popcorn in Emotional More Like This
and it's honestly not that bad...
but each individual piece tastes like a memory forgotten,
smokey and warm, like campfires in autumn...
if I close my eyes while the soft skin of the piece melts on my tongue,
I can imagine the crinkle of fire and the sparks of fallen ashes...
the miraculous image of twirling smoke against Orion's Belt...
And the harsh, reawakening sounds of pulling the individual black pieces of wood back into the center, raking the powdery ashes into a circle, and realigning every smokey brick...
And even though we never shared a campfire before, I really would like to...
to be able feel it burn my lips when we sit too close, and to have your arm around my waist as you lean into my hair....To hear you sigh as the night lingers on, in the beauty of firey autumn winds....
All this, from a cremated bag of popcorn smoking up my kitchen...
Please....Remind Me...Falling through their split-laced curtain,Please....Remind Me... in Free Verse More Like This
Their venom-gilded web,
I extend my hand towards their bitter cackling,
Trying to hold on to my existence .
They are my blood,
They are my family,
But every glance is two-faceted,
And every remark is double its original worth.
They will never accept me,
They will never understand,
And the metallic sharpness,
Creates acid from their lips,
And the stinging denial,
Gives birth to underlying hatred.
I dance between both worlds known to me,
But I'd prefer to be in only one.
I lie through my teeth daily,
I put on a show and pretend,
And I constantly remind myself I am stronger,
I will survive their sickening trials .
If I know that I am stronger,
That I can do this until I am free,
Then why do I find myself holding myself together at night,
Crying in the corner of a chilled shower tile,
Wondering why I never feel like I have a future,
Where they will accept me for what I am doing and have been doing
The Hectic DreamThe moon took flight,The Hectic Dream in Emotional More Like This
The stars did dance,
And did masquerade across the sky,
And I closed my eyes.
Sleeping so fondly,
So softly and quickly,
I dreamt of a production that frightened my spirit.
Beside me was the man I last loved,
He placed his arm around me firm and tapped his fingers impatiently.
Leaning towards him,
I could not smell him,
He held no warmth no longer
Upon escaping the haunted theater,
I dreamt of tall ivory house at the end of a river,
I was running from my family, and swam in the river
And through several odd wooden structures created to keep me near to shore.
Near the house, I was under attack,
By soulless men and lifeless corpses,
In painted boats that held barely one,
A man reached out his hand to save me.
We barely escaped inside the boat,
Before a blonde sorceress pulled me into the deep.
I had had enough of this hectic dream,
I pulled myself awake in the dream, and choked her,
Until her skin was gray and her mouth agape.
Swimming up to the surface,
Hurtful RecognitionsWhat torturous hearts we have...Hurtful Recognitions in Free Verse More Like This
where we fall in "like" .....
with those who are already in "love".........
What tempting memories pass under my eyes...
knowing the truth of reality...
but refusing to recognize it....
What a troublesome world we live in....
when you give and give and never receive what your heart....
The Truthful RealmIf I were to look through a different world,The Truthful Realm in Free Verse More Like This
I could see you smiling softly,
Your hand stroking something orange-furred and sleeping.
On your left is a golden-eyed tabby,
Her tail striped with three dark rings,
Her whiskers long and patience thin,
But heart, greater than the sun.
Sitting there beside you,
Is what I feel to be
In this alternate world,
Where spirits run true,
That is where I am
I look up to you,
I feel for you,
I forgive your every sway,
And I feel envious of this other realm,
Every breaking day.
Because if I were to be what I am.
I'd be with you most afternoons,
You'd come home and I'd be there waiting,
Waiting just for you.
And around my neck would be a ribbon,
Golden with my name,
And you smile as you placed your palm upon my brow,
And chuckle when I purred.
I am often envious of this other realm,
Where spirits run as they are true,
Because what my therian side is telling me,
Is that I belong with you
The Queen of Bleached RosesI step into the golden shadows,The Queen of Bleached Roses in Free Verse More Like This
Shuffle over this dusty wooden floor,
And catch from the corner of my eye,
A sight of sore remembrance;
There, in that oval-ed mirror,
There is a maiden with her hair aside.
Her eyes are darkened,
Ebony streaks bleed from her bones,
Lips paler than the most tired bleached rose.
Her breath shaking from the winter's bite,
Her skin prickled with anticipation,
I am naught but a husk,
Barely standing from fatigue,
How strange and dead I do appear,
In these golden shadows.
ThirteenThirteen.Thirteen in Free Verse More Like This
Thirteen haunted years.
Thirteen cold bitter tears.
Thirteen memories linger and leer.
Thirteen days pass as death nears.
Thirteen screams that no one ever hears.
Thirteen foggy futures that never come out clear.
Thirteen cries for help that die when fate sneers.
Thirteen faceless figures that hear all helpless cries without ears.
Thirteen towering clocks that chime each passing life with dusty gears.
Thirteen windows that never break against the pounding fists and bloody smears.
Thirteen words that echo, echo, echo through the insanity your mind surely bears.
SurviveWhispers in my earSurvive in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Compel me to surrender.
But I will not hear;
I defy my contender.
Defeat is not an option;
There is no other way:
Survive against all odds
To die another day.
'Tis the oldest battlecry;
The only ultimatum.
Fight until you die
Rather plain verbatim.
To be classified as "alive,"
Survive, survive, survive.
I Feel FreeWhen I look into your eyes,I Feel Free in Free Verse More Like This
I see experience.
When I hold your hands,
I know strength.
When I touch your skin,
I sense comfort.
When I listen to your heart,
I hear power.
When I speak your name,
I find pleasure.
When I kiss your lips,
I feel free.
Ghosts of Youghosts of you are everywhere;Ghosts of You in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
remInding me, alwayS There.
i dIdn't mean to say goodbye;
was just afraid to ask you why:
why you bLushed and why you sighed;
we didn't rushthat's why we died.
the gLow faded, our Love fought;
i wish i'd knOwn what you thought.
i neVer knEw what You wanted;
nOw i'm stuck with being haUnted.
ExpectationsThe pressure keeps me going,Expectations in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Yet holds me back.
The thought isn't comforting
It feels like an attack.
The sort that keeps me up at night;
Why my fingernails are short.
Like a dark and looming blight;
A disheartening exhort.
Better, better, better!
The expectation is quite blunt.
Never, never, never...
Exactly what they want.
I'm not the person I want to be,
Due to expectations.
Under the eyes that never see
My pain is their creation.
StereotypeDon't shove a name on me Stereotype in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Your stereotype can crash and burn.
You cannot keep me down;
I will always rise and return.
Your labels mean nothing to me
Utter nonsense through and through.
Every person is unique;
I am me and you are you.
Skinny, smarty, four-eyed freak...
Chubby, lazy, forgetful, meek...
Afraid, coward, forgetful fool...
Follower, do-gooder, mindless tool.
All these names are meaningless
I am me and you are you.
But when names cease to be
How can you tell who is who?
Labels define us and create us
Remind us of who we are.
Every person is unique,
But stereotypes can go too far.
The Beggar~The Beggar~The Beggar in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The beggar on London square;
She is old and frail and has grey hair;
She hobbles to her lair
On London square.
Her eyes hold a wise twinkle;
Her face is full of wrinkles;
She still survives there
On London square.
In her hand, she holds a hat;
When a coin drops, she's happy like that.
Age is meaningless there
On London square.
With some joy as she ends her day,
She buys her bread with the coin that lay
In the hat she holds there
On London square.
With bread in hand, she sits and sings
Of how sweet grace gave her the things
That she was given there
On London square.
I'll Remember YouI'll remember youI'll Remember You in Free Verse More Like This
when someone steals my breath
so I can't even speak.
I'll remember you
when the rain beats so hard
I can't hear myself think.
I'll remember you
when I see a careless smile
on a young girl's face.
I'll remember you
when my heart aches
in a lonely place.
I'll remember you
when the going gets rough
and no one's there for me.
I'll remember you
when I fruitlessly wish
for things that used to be.
I'll remember you
when I see someone smile
as they hide a sigh.
I'll remember you
when someone's surprised
at the word "goodbye."
I'll remember you
when another claims to be
my other half.
I'll remember you, darling...
I'll remember and laugh.
She BelievedI stumble through my mind,She Believed in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Weakened by the pain of years.
I always search but cannot find
The source of all my bitter tears.
I see a light, an anchor, a hope;
I limp faster, relieved by the sight.
I found a gentle, downward slope
Like a rescue from a blight.
I lean on you, no longer afraid;
Finally I have found relief.
Tears dry, memories fade,
Like wind carries a wilted leaf.
But in the end, it wasn't true
You held my heart yet let it die.
My anchor became my noose;
My trust was blinded to your lie.
How could I be so ignorant?
You pledged to never leave my side.
There's none to blame but myself
"She believed when he lied."
What's Not Being SaidI heard you sighWhat's Not Being Said in Free Verse More Like This
but at the time
I didn't say a word;
I saw you cry
but didn't know
your voice was so unheard.
I felt you break
but truly thought
I shouldn't be around;
For my own sake
I should have fought
to keep your feelings sound.
Please, listen to what's not being said.
And then there were noneAnd then there were none,And then there were none in Free Verse More Like This
None of those I sent for you,
You little sideline of my life.
There were none anymore,
Not a single petal to cover your face,
Not a single faith to crumble time's mace.
At the dead of August, at the advent of peace,
Words like mine will never ever miss,
Miss the chance to kiss, kissing in the bliss
And then there were none,
Standing tall and still.
Standing, falling one by one
There were none anymore,
Not a single world for you to consume
Not a single word for me to conjure.
At the dead of summer, insanity's eclipse
Words like these shall try to bring in peace,
Peace of mind, of soul, of us.
And then there were no more dreams to share
And then there was this dark barrier of air
And then it broke and then you died
And then I fell down, I broke and I cried
44. Two RoadsThe stars describe thousands of eons44. Two Roads in Free Verse More Like This
The horizon is full of time and tears
The travelers may hear roaring lions
As they cross crossroads of existence.
Two roads filled with magic and emotion
One to lead wanderers into the final freedom
The other shall run them all into damnation
Two Roads, fates' crossroads
Lives burning on a lightning pyre
Swarms, Invasions, Dark Inroads
Sighs coming from interstellar fire
56. Danger AheadYou seem to fear the worst, my child56. Danger Ahead in Free Verse More Like This
As you close your eyes and venture into the wild
I tell you this: they do dread fire
For it is the essence fueling their pyre.
Their pyre of lust, watch out! Danger Ahead!
The demons in mist, monsters under your bed
I know too much to tell you all just now.
End the Reaper, make the Ravener bow.
Kill the Nightmare, end the Stalker's howl.
Survive the Night, dissipate ghosts' growl
42. Standing StillStanding still,42. Standing Still in Free Verse More Like This
Writing in vain
None can understand my pain.
"Fire at will!"
An open mind to bar and fill.
Longing for love
Gazing systems far above.
I stand still
I love my sin
For I loved only to win.
I did lose
I carried on
Here I am, my fate is done.
I will pray
I'm standing still
There's one emotion left to kill.
That is fear
My mind is full
Titanic Demonic raging bull.
Music is me
I write again
I stand still and stir my pen.
Tears of a GoddessDances of the night, echoes of the pastTears of a Goddess in Free Verse More Like This
All dwell inside my mind, I rejoice in lust.
Tears mildly flee from your cheek
As you gather your voice so meek,
Tears of a Goddess.
All empty human skulls,
Those which you cracked,
Shall haunt you back to your cells
Your emotions packed, your heart defect.
Oh so mighty Goddess.
Verses flowing free; no ending.
Your spirit shallow, aura misleading.
Once a Goddess to be hailed,
Now a mortal to be impaled.
Your "majesty", you fell through the cracks
you yourself made!
Writing back to that deserted place
Where all my inspirations wrote their face:
In times of complete change and obliteration
My last wish shall be to acquire "ascension".
Let them free!
Be who you want to be!
Tears will flee!
Goddess, there is great pain in thee!
Prologue to the "Catharsis"
The Song I rehearse not to sing,
but to yell, all before you.
This poem of melancholy,
This shallow melody,
This magic symphony
Goddess, your tears shall embrace my day, and
41. TeamworkWe will need more than comprehension41. Teamwork in Free Verse More Like This
To help our spirits reach ascension.
We will need to seriously help each other fly
While holding strong against the test of time.
Teamwork shall be the key to success
But we humans defy it nonetheless.
45. IllusionLike a mirage of the desert you came to me45. Illusion in Free Verse More Like This
Your lips were like the oasis
You made me shiver from my inner bones
You put my heart into deep stasis.
I would love to touch your illusion again
And be able to feel the sin
I wish I could bleed with you again
But I can't, I can't win.
Your illusion struck me from the darkest pits
You called me names, you witch!
See me bathe in your own demonic blood
As I take the damned bull by its horns
I relive memories of steel
I melt into the Earth and my emotions boil
I burn into your illusion
I die into the mortal coil
Of disgust and deception
Of torment and damnation
38. AbandonedYou left me here and ran away38. Abandoned in Free Verse More Like This
You were scared, you did not see
The overture was on, death's play
I was deserted! Another me?
You left me here with this stamp
To a concerto beyond any astral limit
Your whiff was blowing on my lamp
I was abandoned! You believe it!
60. RejectionLove is set to be free60. Rejection in Free Verse More Like This
It has been said so at the very start of the Universe.
The fear that we will not get love
Causes enraging pain
This fear, a mind killer
That pain, the tormentor of hearts.
Let your heart be free.
Love and do not reject
And you shall be loved back
Feelings are made to protect
WordsI hate saying this, but here I amWords in Free Verse More Like This
As I finish singing my play before you all
Now I relive memories I wish to ban:
Words, lines, note the night's cold call.
Pause cellos will cease, alas.
The mace will crush as the choirs chant
These're words no one shall ever touch
No matter how much the devil may want.
One of the last poems of the lost child
One of the last worlds to fall down, down
This is the last wish to come 'round the rim
Until the very last angel will drown
Words, there is so much left to say
I might leave it all this day
It could all have gone the other way
My lost song, chord the poet's last play.
Darkness engulfs us all, licks the sin.
In anguish, fear, despair, infected within.
I dreamt at times of a bigger win
It proved to be all lies so dim
- deep within
- in the sin
where the poet cried his last song
before you... all.
Where I cried my last words to this world
Bitter SweetSo ends a tragedy years in the makingBitter Sweet in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
So many smiles I wasted time faking
Everything now is a bitter sweet end
So is this how we move on my friend
Gotta say I just don't know how you do it
How you amass all the strength to get through it
Aim to commit and alone here I sit and
I'm scared to death, that I'll gladly admit
One for the money
Two for the show
Three to get ready
Four to go
Five and I wonder
Dead or alive
Six and seven
I'm in heaven~
The last musicalWas he greater than God?The last musical in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Or madder than hatter?
Needless to say
He was lost on the ladder
Locked away behind
Bars in his head
Where the living themselves
Seem to envy the dead
But every night
The halls are haunted by gaurds
And the air becomes sick
With a 6 string guitar
A story so tragic
It sticks in your heart
If you heard it from him
It would tear you apart
It's about to start
I could learn to miss youYou keep coming back like the common coldI could learn to miss you in Free Verse More Like This
And even so, it doesn't seem to get old
Unlike the others I could learn to miss you
No, I don't have to learn because i already do
I got to know you personally at the very first show
And at that moment I probably should have known
Things would be different in the case of you and I
But even so I still have to wonder why
I remember the night that you first saw stars
And in that very instant the moment was ours
A memory that we would never forget
A single moment we would never regret
I was there when your world fell down around you
You broke down and cried for the first time around me
The problem wasn't mine but I willingly stepped in
And I held you close till you smiled again
Construction yards, alleys and vacant corners
Our very own haunts and getaway locations
But no matter where it was it's always been true
The only thing that mattered was being with you
You want to try again? Then 3 time's the charm
Another chance couldn't do us no harm
This ManThis man can only take so muchThis Man in Free Verse More Like This
Pressures of this life and such
Terrible things have scarred his mind
Of his sanity and security .
They robbed him blind.
But he still continues everyday
Through thick and thin, it's just his way
And though it hurts him deep inside
It's just no match for his ego and pride
He wears a mask called confidence
Or something like it I guess
He's witty at times with an awful charm
The kind that could possibly lead to some harm
Sarcastic and grim and delightfully dark
But a friend and a lover somewhere at heart
Broken beaten and cast aside
This man is not ashamed to cry
But take from him his passion and drive
I'm sure this man would surely die...
The PatientI died onceThe Patient in Free Verse More Like This
An unpleasant surprise
I died twice
There were tears in my eyes
I died thrice
And I swore it was real
I died four times
None of those were real
I met the reaper
Asleep in my bed
I walked and talked
With the famous living dead
I felt the way
That no man ever should
This visit I thought
Was it bad or was it good?
The reaper he said
"I have something to tell"
Yes I had asked
"You are going to hell"
No it can't be
"Oh yes it can too"
This is a mistake
"You're right this is fake"
The doctor came in
"My friend it's a sin"
What's the prognoses
"You're rotting within"
What is the venom
I struggle to dance with
"This venom dancer
Appears to be Cancer"
GhostFor the longest time I wondered whyGhost in Free Verse More Like This
I couldn't be enough for her
Why I had to work so hard
To earn her love, and keep her heart
She seemed to simply come and go
Where she'd go I wouldn't know
But still I knew without a doubt
That she'd be back with me again
Even still I'd wondered why
They couldn't see her as well as I
But then I learned the shocking truth
And now it all makes perfect sense
I'm in love with a ghost
And it's the most beautiful thing in the world
Untitled SongDon't bother waking up tomorrowUntitled Song in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Its only gonna make things worse
The only thing you have to look to
Is a trip inside a hearse
What a curse
They'll draw the blood until your veins run dry
The same conclusions that they've drawn before
As if I'm not already certain that I'll die
Just overkill me with a 10 to nothing score
To let it end this way
I'll see another day
Would it matter if I pray
Well it save me
Will it take the pain away
Didn't think so
This is the only way to go
Will I se the light inside the tunnel at the end
Or will I rot inside a box when this all ends
I don't deserve your view of heaven
I don't belong within your hell
Does it matter
If I'm gone?
To have to go this way
I'll see a better day
I've tried so hard to pray
But you don't hear me
Not that I know of
Didn't think so
This is the only way to go
I guess the end is not determined
By all the things that I have done
Nor can it ever be predicted
It's like a psycho with a gu
Cemetery RowThere once was a little girlCemetery Row in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Such a lovely little girl
And she spent her time out by the graves
Spread flowers for hours
And days into weeks
In a place called cemetery row
There once was a little boy
Such a handsome little boy
And he spent his time next to a grave
He'd lament for hours
Near piles of flowers
In a place called cemetery row
Curious and quirky she made conversation
Nevertheless asked him without hesitation
Why act so shy little boy no need to cry
Tell me what ails you please give it a try
He said I'm all alone and she said so am I
Well except for my father, with a tear in her eye
So with his hand in hers, what a great night it was
in the place called cemetery row
There once was a father
Such a protective father
Who watched the two out by the graves
He'd sit and he'd watch
And he'd scheme and he'd plot
In a place called cemetery row
The gates are the curtain to this lovely stage
A production of romance, and beauty and rage
The blood it will spill on the cobbles tonight
The Sentencing Of The PatientDoes it even matter if I make it up the ladderThe Sentencing Of The Patient in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Stumble down a staircase to a labyrinth of illusion
Never see the light of day as long as I may linger
Never know the feeling of a ring around my finger
Is this where the great ones end the story with a bang
Is this where the dying man gets on his knees to beg
Promising to change but never able to deliver
The performance of a life time is the lest he'll ever give
But surely there's hope
I'm sure he has faith
In the illusion
My sentence isn't final but I know for sure
That there will be
A party in my room when the lights go out
A big celebration when my time runs out
No matter where I am I'm always right here
And I promise you
That I will
This and all you've given
The doctors seem to know something I don't
Care to elaborate before my eyes run dry
I just can't take it
The suspense may kill me quicker than the illness ever could
Read me the diagnosis doc
Give me the news and make it rough
The last prognosis that I'
If it ends here, so be itDisease is quite a bitch and IIf it ends here, so be it in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Push through despite the pain and I
Am not unlike the average man
Though I feel I can barely stand
Pull myself up out of bed
And hang onto my pounding head
I feel like it will leave my neck
If I let go for just a sec
I'm scared, I don't know what to do
Look at me and I look at you
This is not the place for me
You know it's not the life for me
And if you truly loved me nurse
You'd pull the plug and call the hearse
Let me scream in agony my dear
And watch me grapple with the fear
It's getting worse with everyday
It doesn't matter what they say
The pain is never ending
The worst is but impending
It's really not worth spending
The time to let them mend me
I'll fall into a coma
One last time
I met the reaper once before
He told me all of what's in store
He reached into my fucking head
And spawned the famous living dead
I listened to the voices scream
And praying it was just a dream
It felt so real like freezing steel
Cut so deep and then it peals
My flesh only