Immaculate MisconceptionI am drowning in the tears I have cried,Immaculate Misconception in Free Verse More Like This
Surrounded by blood, broken dreams, and regret,
I will not fall and I will live on,
I will forever believe in myself and not some god,
This path is one that I have chosen wisely,
Looking at all the issues plaguing the world,
If there is a god he does not give a fuck,
With all of the innocent kids who bloods is spilled,
The ones who beg for help who never receive it,
Who live in broken homes, get abused, and left to die,
Who look at the fucking sky and scream "Why god why!",
Can you really look them in the face and say there is a god,
Tell them that he is just busy with other things,
What is he busy with it can't be the poverty stricken nations,
You know or the kids who get bullied everyday and have thoughts of suicide,
Everything the church tells you, and their stories, are all lies,
I stand for believing in yourself,
Have pride make your own life,
Live through the pain, and strife,
Be a happy person don't ever fall,
Even when it seems you have
At The Breaking Point.A hollow shell is all I feelAt The Breaking Point. in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
How can I even know what is real
All I have is a soul that is broken, and shattered
If I died would it even really matter
So many times I have pondered this question
Sometimes I can't even bare to see my own reflection
I want to rip out my fucking heart
I wish this pain never had a start
It is taking all I have not to take a leap
So I sit here, and cry in silence no peep
My blood covers the sink
As I take time to think
Why am I here
Will my happiness reappear
Searching for a reason to live I stand alone
As I fall to my face I let out only a silent moan
An Innocent Life Taken.Blood covers the floors of the houseAn Innocent Life Taken. in Free Verse More Like This
And there laying on the floor a beaten spouse
In the corner on his knees sits a regretful husband
Tears shed in memory of a woman who finally got what she wanted an end
Years, and years of abuse can take a lot out of you
So much hate, pain, and misery built up too much to undue
I cry when I see an innocent life taken, and a man who had no idea what he had
A woman taken in her prime, shot down, and ripped from life it makes me so mad
At least it is finally over, and done with
So much tragedy I hope no one has to relive
It pains me to see a life taken so recklessly
It brings out a different side of me
One that is full of rage, hate, and sadness
I want to hurt that man break him in half
He needs to know what it feels like
To be treated like shit then thrown away
She did not deserve any of this
Thrown away like an old bottle of piss
Take this as a lesson
Always remember what you have, and don't take it for granted
Be kind to everyone espe
I Fought For You.Suicidal thoughts fill my headI Fought For You. in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
All I wish for is to be dead
But one day you came into my life
Ending all of my suffering, and strife
I am happy once again
For I have found a new friend
Sadly I want just a bit more
You are the one that I adore
Walking around dumbstruck, and hurt
Right when I was going to ask for your hand you went for a jerk
So now I am on my knees looking for something to do
The only happiness in my life was you
Broken, and alone I fight for my life
Wondering if I can even survive
I suffered for you, I bled for you, and now I might even die for you
Nothing But Endless Sorrow.I try my best to keep this relationship aliveNothing But Endless Sorrow. in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But being the only one putting effort I can't thrive
Tears of pain are what I cry
Asking myself simply why?
Why should I fight for something that isn't there
How can I take the time to even care
I am so sick of waiting for you
If only you knew how much pain I am going through
Standing on my last leg I wish for this pain to end
When will I gain the strength to end it when?
Love is a cruel thing
Usually sealed with a ring
But in this case love is only recieved by one
It makes my emotions feel like a loaded gun
Ready to burst I feel nothing but pain
I fear that I will never be sane
End it now please take away my sorrow
Go find another to torture tomorrow
Stand Up!Stand for you're rights, and get off your assStand Up! in Free Verse More Like This
We are not going to make progress just sitting here
Join your brethren
We need to fix what is broken
So grab a molotov, and get ready
We bring down their walls now
We stand for the weak
We stand for freedom
We stand for all that is right
We are The Revolution
We will not back down
We will take what is ours
Love is Love.If we go nowhere I would be happy with that,Love is Love. in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As long as we are together I will be happy knowing this fact,
They say our love is wrong and that we are abominations,
They say we are one of "God's" failed creations,
It's funny because they are clueless about what we are,
That we have massive amounts of love and that we will go far,
Love is love regardless of gender,
These are basic my rights and I'll always be a defender,
I will stand for what I know is right,
Sadly I think it will be a never ending fight,
It's sickening to see how some people raise their kids,
To be racist, sexist, and to hate for no reason,
To bash those around them in the most fucked of ways,
Why can't we just stop all of the hate,
Stand together for one love and one world,
Whether or not you're a boy or a girl,
Just love who you want to love and ignore the haters,
Turn a cheek and let them be your motivators,
Be with your love and never surrender,
Just laugh in their faces because you're the winner.
Divine MutilationYou're the average thrown to the side trash,Divine Mutilation in Free Verse More Like This
You will never find happiness like this,
Running from the guy who truly cares about you,
It may seem like the guy your chasing has it all,
But he will just break your will and watch you fall,
Sadly I've stopped caring about it,
Everyone time I bring it up you have a fit,
It breaks me seeing you go through life this way,
I don't think I can handle it any longer,
My ability to give fucks is slowly dissipating,
I just hope you don't fall for a deadbeat,
One who can't even stand on their own two feet,
I loved you once this is true,
But then you changed right out of blue,
Tearing my heart out of my chest,
Ripping my bones from my flesh,
The pain I felt that day,
Will never go away,
With a heavy heart I have to say,
That I wish it didn't end this way,
So go ahead chase your Prince Charming,
Chase the man who can't give you anything in this world,
Please get hurt by another again and continue being a lonely girl,
I'll be here if you ever get tired
Beautiful CrimsonI can see my own blood cover the floor,Beautiful Crimson in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I keep fighting for that open door,
I've been tossed around like a 25 cent whore,
Tell me now how could I bare to take more?
My curtain is closing rapidly,
They shroud my world in darkness,
I can't handle this,
I'm surrounded by death and rotten flesh,
He screamed for my help and I just ran,
I watched as they ripped him apart,
He died that day along with my heart,
His voice fills my head,
Almost drowning out the endless echoes of the undead,
I'm such a fuck up... I've done nothing to help this world,
Then the apoc hit and I lost everything including my one special girl,
Her blood covered my hands as her guts spilled out,
My world is forever stained with her memory,
Along with my best friend who I could have saved effortlessly,
As my world ends and my body is ravaged,
I wish I would have treated this life with more grace and less like garbage,
Here they come it's over,
The colors of my blood on the wall are beautiful,
The dark crimson mixed with t
Why Are We So Afraid?Why Are We So Afraid? in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Their screams deafen my ears,
They shatter my insides and shake the ground I walk on,
They scream for help their wretched souls being torn apart,
I can see them being abused, beaten, and battered,
Their lifes ripped apart, raped, and shattered,
My body aches, my hands shake, and slowly their pain takes,
It takes my hope away and my innocence,
Making me feel helpless like a medieval peasent,
They soak their pillows at night screaming for relief,
Their hearts breaking from the preasure of being alone,
A broken child, a broken life, and a broken home,
The beatings will go one until someone steps up,
Or the poor hearts of the children stop,
These children aren't alone,
We know it happens but we don't step in,
We are afraid....but of what?
BedriddenBedridden:Bedridden in Free Verse More Like This
Here I lie, motionless,
A prisoner within my own body.
Yet there lies a subtle clarity;
A moment of understanding, achieved by infirmity.
And though my body is racked with pain,
My conscious mind delves ever deeper into the pool of the soul.
My mind is flooded with a racket of noise.
I am cast into the swirling rip-tide of forbidden knowledge,
Clinging to the flotsam of sanity as a Leviathan roars below.
It swallows me into an acidic whirlpool.
Drowning me deep beneath the bubbling surface of the past.
And there, in the murky depths where my very self begins to rot,
A grinning maw of tongues and fangs, bids me a cold "hello!".
-Chen Yuan Wen, 26th June 2013
Practice Poem - Artistic FrustrationPractice Poem - Artistic Frustration:Practice Poem - Artistic Frustration in Free Verse More Like This
Wrong, wrong, wrong, WRONG!
Everything is wrong.
'As then sun dew drips from her eyes'-
Do I really think that'll be good enough?
Hours spent on each piece -
Punctuated only by sound of ripping paper -
To lie crumpled upon my wooden floor,
Unable to be forgotten.
As the hours pass and the day wears on,
More and more worlds are crushed by my hands.
Realities sprawled upon a single piece of paper,
To die as quickly as they are formed.
A man's whose romance is torn in two,
A vampire about to meet his prey.
A werewolf standing against an army
And a boy facing the world alone.
These are the lives that I hold in my hand;
Fictional lives, but precious still.
Yet as soon as I see their imperfections,
I destroy the evidence in a throe of shame.
These crumpled masses that now surround me,
They aren't the proof of perfection's pursuit...
They are merely my feeble, worthless attempts,
To disguise my own ineptitude.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 15th Decembe
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
I Know You Hate Me Now But...I Know You Hate Me Now But...:I Know You Hate Me Now But... in Free Verse More Like This
Just give me a chance alright, I'll explain
To me, you're the girl that I notice everything about.
The way you laugh, the way you smile;
We got along great back then, even if we don't now.
And to be honest, I miss that...
You had the most lovely silky smooth hair
You'd give me the cutest anime girl smile
I wish I'd talked to you more about Manga,
Hell you got me started on the whole thing.
You were fantastic at drawing too
Man I was always jealous of that talent,
And I loved your drawings, like I once loved you.
I wish that you could have been a professional.
I would have bought your book every month y'know...
You encouraged me to write.
Back when my stories were shit,
Back when my poems were still baby's rhymes.
You taught me not to give in and I was grateful.
Now just let me finish alright?
I know that you won't speak to me.
That's okay, I admit to being an ass,
But the reason that I'm writing this poem to nobod
I Once Loved...She was beautiful.I Once Loved... in Free Verse More Like This
And twas I who loved her...
I held her in these hands,
Like a warm blanket,
Comforting and kind.
But she was a bitter poison, toxic and deadly.
No antidote to her venom;
I wasted away with delirious eyes.
A coward they called her,
And it was the truth!.
But to save myself, I would have her bleed.
Her heart a raw panacea;
Crunched between my teeth...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 22nd July 2013
She Waits For MeShe Waits For Me:She Waits For Me in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Her touch is mercilessly chilling
When she appears inside my room
I can hear her gibbering softly
As she mutters words of doom
The lady pushing the brink of delusion
I am cornered to the edge of my waning sanity!
I shatter mirrors and reflective surfaces
To preserve some sense of humanity
Yet they say my delirium is a mere illusion...
Ha! They judge the things that they cannot see
She comes to me in depths of the night
Because she knows I cannot flee
Do you know the feeling of waking up
With her grinning face before me?
Rotting teeth and swollen flesh;
It would be better not to see!
But tonight I shall end this worthless pain
With a single act, let it all be done
I will burn my eyes and cast them out
For our game has just begun...
"Come spirit, let us end this you and I..."
-Chen Yuan Wen, 7th July 2012
Against the Brick WallAgainst the Brick Wall:Against the Brick Wall in Philosophical More Like This
Today I am writing this philosophical essay in order to discuss the issue of conflict. Recently, as you might have read from my journal, I have had problems with a group assignment at my college. The issue however is not the mark of the assignment, but rather the problem of my not being satisfied with our B+ grade. Instead, they would like to with the lecturer about remarking it. On the assumption that the system is fair and that human factors aren't pulled into place, this would be a decent venture with only gains and no evident losses. Does this simplistic theory hold in practice? No, of course it does not and I will now demonstrate through basic psychology why open conflict should never be a first answer.
Let us begin by taking each possible factor and examining them in a human context:
We begin by looking at the system:
Most students would assume that the system is supposedly fair, yet the top univer
SANGUINE Chapter 1 - 5SANGUINESANGUINE Chapter 1 - 5 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A tale of vampires, twists and delusions, by Chen Yuan Wen
Chapter 1: The Smiling Devil
Release Five: Pages 14 - 17
Sanguinus seemed to size up the creature that was in possession of Lina's body. He considered its experience, its possible choices of action and most importantly its weaknesses. For the time being, the creature looked to be competent with the war hammer, at least to the degree of Lina's natural skill. Sanguinus had no doubt that it would have absorbed her knowledge, but the key to his victory lay in the extent to which the creature was able to use the knowledge it had usurped. Sanguinus intended to test this immediately and in an expression of his excitement he flashed a wide grin toward the creature, showing off his razor sharp canine teeth. "Shall we enjoy this dance then?" he smiled, before letting out a cry of power and leaping high into the air. "Huah!"
The creature smirke
Counting All the VoicesCounting All The Voices:Counting All the Voices in Free Verse More Like This
How many voices choose to speak; a debate within my head.
As I lie awake, counting cracks, on the wall above my bed.
I seem to think of random colours and things you've never seen.
But I don't like to hear the ugly voices, some are rather mean!
Though I suppose we are a loving family and thus I must accept
That when it comes to stashing bodies, we are most adept...
Best of luck detective, you have three days to find her (^_^)/
-Chen Yuan Wen, 8th February 2013
Blood CrusadeBlood Crusade:Blood Crusade in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They rode upon the backs of thundering horses
for faith had unleashed a terrible beast
These men would offer their souls in service
to the dark unholy priests...
"To what end do we serve our Lord and Master
is justice not the ultimate form of faith?
Should we not stand and fight in his name
to cleanse the Earth of this heathen waste!"
It was these orators, chaplains of faith;
men of the cloth who bore a fire
They lit their brothers with impassioned speeches
fueled by their own desire...
They taught their followers that blood was faith
and devotion was found at the edge of a blade
"Blessed is the mind too small for doubt
for the faithful shall never be swayed..."
The men who accepted them, though pure at heart
would soon be eaten by Lust and Greed
For Wrath had become a norm of existence
and death became a Templar's creed...
But woe betide the man who slaughters
for his soul shall be forever stained
And no penance may ever remove this grief;
America X Reader: Memory Loss CH 11America X Reader: Memory Loss CH 11 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You woke up with a rather heavy heart the next morning, your thoughts from the previous night sticking to you like glue. You had eventually broken down into silent tears after you thought too deeply of the situation, and you had ended up crying yourself to sleep. How silly were you to think that your days of crying over America's memory loss were done. You had known his old self for too long of a time for you to think you can just brush it all off and move on with the present.
That wasn't how things worked for you.
However, instead of sitting around and sulking like you would've liked, you knew that you had no time to just waste the whole day doing nothing. Now that America was living in your house, you were with the responsibility of taking care of him, and one of the most important responsibilities was to teach him how to handle living on his own and taking care of himself.
Throughout the rest of that month, you had been able to teach America how to work around the house. He sometime
EnglandxReader: Orphan Ch 18EnglandxReader: Orphan Ch 18 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It felt strange talking to Sophie while the meeting was in progress. Since there were no benches for the both of you to sit on like there were at the meeting in America, the two of you went outside to the beautiful garden located in the back of the building. It was about four times bigger than England's garden and had almost every kind of flower you could've imagined. You figured that a wonderful place like this would've been perfect for you to get the chance to have a conversation with Sophie.
Before, you were able to talk to her freely, and share with her all of your feelings. Now, it felt like you were talking to a totally different person. The tiny, frail girl who wanted nothing more than a home and good food seemed to be living in total luxury now. The shy, quiet girl was now loud, a little too outgoing, and very energetic and hyper. You wondered if Sophie was able to even notice how much she'd changed. You wanted to ask her, but felt that it was too early. You would've talked to
England X Reader: When You're With Me CH 5England X Reader: When You're With Me CH 5 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
When you woke up the next morning, bright sunlight filtered through the windows and lit up the room, making it hard for you to see without squinting and covering your eyes with your hand. Based on how much light was able to enter the room, you figured that it was well into the morning.
As soon as the blurriness left your gaze and your eyes had adjusted to the sunlight, you craned your neck so that you were able to examine the bedroom. You blinked in confusion when you noticed how different this place looked from where you usually slept. Since when did we put a TV in the bedroom? you thought as you continued to drift your gaze to almost every part of the room.
You lowered your head so that it was rested comfortably on your pillow and drifted your gaze to the side so that it was able to meet England, who was sleeping with his arms wrapped comfortably around you.
Oh…Suddenly, all of the memories from the previous day surged through your head like a gigantic wave. You had fin
EnglandxReader: Orphan Ch 7EnglandxReader: Orphan Ch 7 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You were still reading your book when you head the front door unlock and open. Marking the sentence you were on, you lifted your head and found England standing in the doorway, examining the living room carefully.
"Hello, Mr. Kirkland," you said. "Don't worry, I didn't trash the house."
After a few seconds, England nodded as he set down his briefcase and took off his suit. You were able to notice exhaustion in his eyes, and figured that the conference had been long and hard. As you watched him, you suddenly remembered your question.
"Hey, Mr. Kirkland," you started slowly as he placed his suit on the couch, "why were all of your books on the American Revolution stored in a dusty room in the library?"
It took a few seconds for England to register the words that came out of your question. Once they did, he felt a boulder drop in his stomach as his whole body went stiff in shock. "W-What ?" he asked as he slowly stood upright, distress quickly filling his eyes.
Unaware to his apparen
England X Reader: When You're With Me CH 14England X Reader: When You're With Me CH 14 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The drive to the hospital took a relatively short amount of time, but to you it felt like hours and hours.
You let out a shaky sigh as you pressed your forehead against the somewhat cold window, your face slightly twisted in pain. The contractions were coming pretty often now, and they lasted for a little less than a minute although they felt like forever to you. You were able to feel a nagging, fierce pressure in your lower back, and it was starting to become unbearable for you. Not only were you exhausted from your relatively small amount of sleep, but you were also in pain and your body was trembling in anxiety. You just wanted this to be over.
"How are you feeling, love?" England asked you as he kept his eyes fixed on the road in front of him, and you were able to notice the nervousness in his voice.
"What do you think?" you hissed angrily as you clenched your fists when another contraction took over you. You hated this. You just wanted to be out of it, to be rid of all this pain.
EnglandxReader: Orphan Ch 5EnglandxReader: Orphan Ch 5 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You ended up being sick for five days. Five days that you woke up with a stuffy nose and a burning throat, five days that England had to feed you, five days that you were bedridden. You actually attempted to walk on your third day of being sick, too tired of staying in bed, but your head spun and your foot hurt so much that you fell over within taking the first two steps. You had to call England to help you get up, and you ended up getting scolded for attempting to get out of bed when you were so sick.
However, on the fifth day when you woke up that morning, your nose wasn't stuffy, your throat wasn't burning, and your head wasn't throbbing. When you realized that you were no longer sick, you decided to do your foot exercises.
At first, you sat on the edge of your bed and attempted to move your sprained foot to the left, right, and in a circular motion. For the first few days, it hurt whenever you moved your foot even the slightest bit and you had to take constant breaks before you wer
EnglandxReader: Orphan Ch 19EnglandxReader: Orphan Ch 19 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
England agreed to let you sleep over with Sophie at America's house practically without any hesitations. You figured that he also wanted to spend a little time away from you, which you were relieved for. You made sure to pack everything that you might've needed for the week, and by the time the evening came, you had everything ready.
The only issue for you was how you were going to get there. Sophie had not planned on America coming over to pick you up, so the only way for you to get there was to go on a plane with England. Once again, you prepared yourself for seven or eight hours of sitting directly next to him in awkward silence.
This plane ride was not as bad as your last one had been. You made sure to bring along some hard candy for you to suck on while your ears were clogged. Most of the time, you were looking out the plane window, not even bothering to be afraid of how high you were. All you wanted to do was to get your mind off of the person sitting next to you.
About halfway i
America X Reader: Memory Loss CH 13America X Reader: Memory Loss CH 13 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Alfred, do you think you can do me a favor?" you asked softly after you opened the door to America's room and walked inside, finding him lying on the bed, propped up into a sitting position against the wall, reading a book.
At the sound of your voice and your entry, America lifted his head to look up at you. "Yes, _____?"
You approached his bed and sat down on the edge of it so that you were directly next to him, and your gaze was filled with seriousness and a bit of uncertainly as it met his. "Well, I didn't tell you this ahead of time much, but tomorrow I have to go to a meeting, and—"
"Am I going with you?" America interrupted as he gazed at you with excitement and eagerness filling his eyes.
"Well, see, the thing is," you continued, raising your hand in his direction, "I want to see how well you can handle living on your own, so I'm leaving you here by yourself while I go to the meeting." America was about to open his mouth and protest, but you only continued. "I know you're proba
EnglandxReader: Orphan Ch 23EnglandxReader: Orphan Ch 23 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
After the incident with the spell, England had finally agreed to let you sleep with himbut it was only temporarily! It was only while he felt like he still had to protect you in case that symptom might've come back again. After you had awoken, you literally forced England to take a bath, and you prepared food for him despite the weakness in your body. The two of you slept that night with his arms wrapped protectively around you. Due to the heavy amounts of crying that had worn out his throat, England wasn't able to talk for the next few days. You knew that there would've been problems for the both of you when he found out that there was going to be a meeting that he had to attend just two days after you had awoken.
England told you to stay home, but you said that he wouldn't have been able to talk in front of all the other nations, so you were going to have to do the talking for him. He was still in a fairly bad state when the two of you left for the meeting, but you hoped that n
EnglandxReader: Orphan Ch 1EnglandxReader: Orphan Ch 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
More than anything in your life, all you wanted was a family. A family that would've raised you, protected you, fed you, and loved you as if you lived with them forever. All you wanted was at least one person in the world that cared about you enough to get you out of the lonely, depressing life that you had since you were only a few years old. All you wanted was to have at least one person in the world that you could've looked up to, and trusted with all your heart to keep you safe. All you wanted was at least one person that you could've been able to go to whenever you needed help, and who would've been there for you no matter what. However, all of your wishing had been helpless for these past few years and probably would've been for many more years to come.
You were an orphan since you were four years old. The orphanage that you lived in from then up until now was located just outside of London. It was rather small, and it was on rare occasions that an orphan there ever got adopted,
Falling For Those FoolsI love the wayFalling For Those Fools in Concrete Poetry More Like This
One step at a time.
I love the way
The way your eyes seem to shine.
I love the way
It brightens up my day
Because I ache to see you-
Whenever you're away.
I can't help but glace
Side to side.
In hopes of seeing you.
The thought gives me butterflies.
I get so giddy,
I try to hide-
That when I saw you
I almost died.
(In a good way)
I don't know what do,
But you make me lose my cool.
I just don't understand
How I fell for such a fool.
The Cat From the FutureSurviving another day, I collapsed on my bed.The Cat From the Future in Free Verse More Like This
Looking at the blank ceiling, and kneading my experiences today into rubble.
I want to forget.
Forget about all of this.
That I am just another person.
On the other side of my window, a cat greeted me.
I narrowed my eyes at it warmly, opened my window, and watched as it jumped into my room.
Two eyes it had.
Two eyes of different colors.
A color of the lazy-hazed sky, and a fierce element of green.
I looked at this feline that manged to climb into my room.
And this cat, licked my hand once.
And once was all it took for me to be plunged into my own fast-forward.
I saw it all, the things I would encounter.
I thought I found a cheat to life.
But this cat was showing me that things I can avoid if I changed.
This cat will always sense my own storm.
And this cat licked my hand once.
And once was all it took for me to break down in my room.
Because, me in the future could not be Me.
I didn't want to end up as a failure, I knew deep down
That I want
What Is This Feeling?YouWhat Is This Feeling? in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Steal my breath-
Keep it in a jar.
Seem to shine
Brighter than any star.
Smile so slightly
That I smile too.
Make my feet lift off the ground-
To wondrous places I flew.
Make me feel like Cinderella
That you can be the prince to steal me away.
Make this look like a movie
Even our meeting was cliche.
Just have me right behind you,
I'll follow you around.
Bring me back to Earth
When my feet won't stay on the ground.
Jupiter of The Planets!A marble in space.Jupiter of The Planets! in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Only seen without a trace.
Captures all - even doubles it.
Dare to view? It's worth every bit.
The Red Spot - a storm raging for years
Since the planet was born.
Everything caught in it's gravity was torn.
A creation made by something unknown.
Just made from gas, no trace of stone.
In the sky, it's not just one.
Hovering over your head no matter
How far you run.
Sixty-three moons, all shining for it's own sky.
For sixty-three moons it ties
With it's gravity.
All following rules of relativity.
(Got off track again, don't you think?)
It's days are only ten hours long
Jupiter certainly won't raise you strong.
I want to venture into it's depths
Journey all the way down to it's gassy steps.
See what's inside, I want to grab the dense air.
Or be trapped in it's deathly lair?
People don't know, oh dear old planet
That you have rings also.
They shine but they don't.
But it's not a falsetto
Of high pitched lies.
If I could walk around you once, I would probably be broken and
I Wished So Hard On The Shooting Star That Night I'll burn both my handsI Wished So Hard On The Shooting Star That Night in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
So I could catch the star you've seen.
I'll leave when you have.
Because you meant everything to me.
I'll pluck one from the sky
The brightest one of all.
So when you feel like you can't stand
I'll catch you when you fall.
I'll join you one day
Please wait for me.
Until Then, I'll SleepWake me up when my mind turns bright.Until Then, I'll Sleep in Concrete Poetry More Like This
When I feel optimistic
And the day feels right.
I just want to be okay again
I want to pick up the pieces.
One by one, escaping the reign.
I won't let it control me anymore
I've had enough, I'm ready to fight back.
I'll show you what's in store.
For messing with me, you sure are clever to stall for this long.
Led me to the wrong path for only a bit.
But I'm back on my feet, I'm actually strong.
I must warn you.
You picked a fight with a clear ending.
It must be horrible to feel that
No one will be fending for you.
Unfortunately, I have no sympathy to give out to you.
Welcome back, me, who used to live
Under the sun so bright, the sky so blue.
It feels good to be out here once more.
Maybe I'll say hi to my neighbors, they'd be glad I returned
It's good to be back.
Between The BricksThe wind that lived in the cracks of my ceilingBetween The Bricks in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Was gentle as it flew me to places.
Took me to the bad side of town
Where tobacco lingered in the air.
The wind that lived in the crack of my door
Was urging and anxious as it sped me to the
Part of town where people seldom got sleep because of the roaring engines.
Where scraggly looking people held a cup to me.
The wind that lived in the empty compartments
Was coarse and demanding as it flew me
To the glamorous part of town
Where chandeliers hung over people's heads.
The wind that came to be from my sighs
Was deep and brave
As it flew me to the part of the town
Where the peeling paint of the orphanage was being made beautiful again.
It was certainly not glamorous, nor trashy.
But it's home, it's tomorrow, it's today.
Poets of UsI have to stop myselfPoets of Us in Concrete Poetry More Like This
From spilling ink-stained words over papers.
I have to take a second to breathe.
To collect words of havoc in my mind
In a single artistic entity.
Poetry makes me strain my words.
I filter every letter carefully
So they make sense.
Poetry is the outlet in which
My words are understandable.
I think, I write, I am.
I rack my mind for rhymes
Of cheesy jazz cafes.
But I sigh, and my words tip over the edge.
They are knocking loudly.
I open this door, they flow, they push, they rush.
The day is my entertainment
And my mind is my pencil;
My poetry is my journal.
Poetry is something that let's the vase I dropped
It lets me walk on the sky,
It takes me to the Silver lining.
I became a hummingbird,
Or a person trapped with their thoughts.
I even had a chance to peek into myself.
I wrote about heartbreaks I never experienced,
The love I never had.
Ah, poetry is not something
I waste my time with.
However, it wastes it's time
Winner At Heart My turn to the roll the dice,Winner At Heart in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The trap that traps the mice.
Oh, so you want to play a game?
I am a winner you cannot tame.
For the generations who will come, and who already came.
From the past, from the future,
Do not forget my name.
Rebels of The EastLet's strike this match, light the world on fireRebels of The East in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Watch ashes fly
And demolish this desire.
We'll take down everything, one step at a time
Let's conquer the conflicts
This is not a crime.
We'll bring down our enemies, put our foot on their heads
Claim our victory
Let's fill their hearts with dread.
Us, just us, we rule this plane
I bear my claws
You bear your mane.
This is us, the ‘we’ who will rule.
This is how it goes
Don’t complain if it’s cruel
We have no blood on our hands
None of that
Our fights are just last stands
The single moment of fight or flight
To determine if we are
The fools or the knights.
Yes, this is how your world will crumble
Cover your ears!
For we are the thunder.
Let’s kill this sickness, you’ll get the stones, I’ll get the herbs
Now tell me
Do you have any last words?
peeling bandages, platonic skyThere were no stars in Vegaspeeling bandages, platonic sky in Free Verse More Like This
until I found you.
Alas, there are other stars
in the sky. Brighter stars,
maybe. But I like my star,
what used to be my star
before we both
i'd follow my dreams, but i'm an insomniacthis is neither the time nori'd follow my dreams, but i'm an insomniac in Free Verse More Like This
the place to tell you i souled
your nightmares to the devil's
mother for three dollars & six
sensethe same price as your
misshapen cardiomuscles. or
that one time i went
skydiving with your ego,
crashing dead autopilots
in the middle of the ocean.
my pulmonary vessels sunk
as phantom limbs stretched
towards the maudlin dreamcatcher
hanging over your gallows bedpost
the knots in my noosestomach
tied tight strangled my ideas &
my desires became penetrated
by my own incubus. i didn't rig
your parachute, i swear to god.
i swear to anygod who will listen
i'm asleep; telepathic trespassing:
i am a terrorist; i flew astral planes
into the san
as asked by a cute british boythe perfect kiss:as asked by a cute british boy in Free Verse More Like This
hmmm.... what is the perfect kiss ?
one between lovers,
that kind of cinematic kiss
where you don't know what's going on,
but you don't care
all you care about is the texture of the other person's tongue,
the architecture of their lips pressed against yours,
the way their taste,
affects your heart's boom-boom-boom
rhythm like a drumbeat
where all you want to do,
is be with that person,
that, my love, is the perfect kiss
i have given you a present: perfect, simple, tenseLet me rename youri have given you a present: perfect, simple, tense in Free Verse More Like This
majestic visage: you
are To Die For. Your
smile blinds me like
a one-eyed simile, a
Let us conjoin; we're
Now and Then. Let's
connect our clauses &
become a life sentence-
become a couple
of copulative verbs-
become less tense
& build a future
Let us make love like comma splices,
let's become each other's antecedent.
(independent pronouns &
hearts in transit. You are
the object of my affection,
the subject of this phrase,
the other end of my lonely
You are To Die For
& I never split an
i write gimmicks, not poetrymy lothariani write gimmicks, not poetry in Free Verse More Like This
you disguise your lies as PROmises, well, CONmiseslet's make a deal:you disguise your lies as PROmises, well, CONmises in Free Verse More Like This
i will promise to stop writing love poems about you
if you promise to stop disturbing me in my dreams.
do we have a deal?
no? oh well, you'd
slow motion guilt or acid tripread my lips--lift the kiss print.slow motion guilt or acid trip in Free Verse More Like This
come a little closer, perfect fit.
read my heart's aortic charts,
literature for the broken arts.
read my skin cells,
sex cells, jail cells.
the bookstore sells
cancer cells. i read
this one already; it
sucks. the ending
sucks. all endings
suck. but this one
read my mind--you're on it.
inside you'll find
a boy in a closet,
carving bones from his
skeleton safety deposit
read my bone structure:
not a chordate.
cut off my patella: loves me;
break my tibia: loves me not
(i put the 'fib' in 'fibula' & the
'boy' in 'boycott' & i boycott
conversation in my situation)
of pathetic rhetoric. quickwit
logic, a magician's arithmetic.
Read a textbook called How to Unhinge
a Megalomaniac--snap my achille's heel
and shatter my back. Watch me fall like
dominos and the Leaning Tower of Pisa.
Watch me fall head-over-achille's-heels
for you. Watch me trip like an eg
the world's first ever bachelor museumhey Irony,the world's first ever bachelor museum in Free Verse More Like This
no? what if i
your best friend's
abacus & didn't
even call back?
do you remember
the time i snuck
into your guesthouse
and fell in
with your cuckold
futon? i chiseled
a wedding ring out of
Philosophy's fossil fingers
to Plato. we eloped
in a cave (twas such
a feeble affair) where
i vowed to burn my
when i set your diary
on fire? me neither.
bathe me in Aphrodite's
amniotic fluid. love is a
business--none of mine--
governed by mapmakers
(those tyrants of foxhole
a blissful abyss
i fell in
truth with thy beauteous
masque. unwrap vanity's
divine vines & develop an
eating disorder; develop a
God complex. develop my
Kodak collection of those
times you don't remember
& hang them
in celluloid galleries
i fell in
with your satire,
enriched by your
antagonistic, i have no pulse.hold on.antagonistic, i have no pulse. in Free Verse More Like This
hold onto what?
hold onto me, hold me,
when nothing else matters
because my arms are open 24/7
25/7 actually, even that extra hour
on the longest day of the year
because that's how special you are
(to me? i guess. but i never know
if i guess correctly or not)
"wait, did you say something important/poetic/meaningless?"
"hold on a second, i'm busy."
well, i've never held onto a second;
time always slip through my fragile
fingertips. never held onto an hour
either. or an our. a your? fuck you
pronouns. just hold onto something
(i'm a thing; hold me) hold me like a
second. for a second. instead? you
hold me like a second-place trophy;
for a second-best, runner-up (no, i'm
walking down, head down, just down)
i told you i'd wait that extra hour for you,
but holding onto this second is too much
even for me. sorry, but it's closing time.
i'd do anything to be with youi cannot eat my cereal because my tears, too thick,i'd do anything to be with you in Free Verse More Like This
are ruining the flavour... with a "u", because all i want is...
you are perfect for me. okay ? motherfucking perfect.
my missing piece, my truelove, the one i'd do anything
for. now i am listening to all the songs that make me
think of you, just trying to hold on. i know you think
that i deserve better, but no... i don't even deserve you.
i don't deserve your heart. but here, take mine anyway.
if i can't have you, i don't want anyone. i would feel like
i were cheating.
please don't tell me it's not my fault.
i don't want to sounds obsessed, but
i would rather have no life than to be
without you. please, please, please.
understand. the milk in my bowl is
soggy like my heart, the one that you
have for the rest of time, and i just
can't enjoy a spoonful of rejection.
please, please, please. give this
a shot. for me. please.
The reason I stopped tryingI'm just going to stop trying.The reason I stopped trying in Free Verse More Like This
Because you'll never understand.
I carry dreams inside a fist
While you hold cruelty in your hand.
I'm just going to stop trying.
Because I've been through so much hate
I've been through knives and ropes and scars
And wounds and blood and blades.
I'm just going to stop trying.
Because through all I've had to do..
The ignorance of people
Is the worst thing I've been through.
I'm just going to stop trying.
And you want to know the truth?
The reason I've stopped trying
Is because of those like
Bipolar DisorderLook over your shoulder. They're watching you.Bipolar Disorder in Free Verse More Like This
Tighten your stomach muscles.
Bounce your leg up and down.
"Are you okay?"
Don't say anything.
Feel it, feel the thoughts melting from your mind.
"What are you doing?"
They're behind you.
Kill them before they kill you.
Please save me.
Crazy. You're crazy.
No one wants you.
Pull the trigger.
"Please tell me what's wrong."
You wouldn't understand.
"Who are you? I don't know you anymore."
I'm a nobody.
I am Bipolar Disorder.
... "I don't know."
But I will.Fight me.But I will. in Free Verse More Like This
I promise not to fight back.
I promise to smile, I promise to laugh.
I promise to be nice
Even if it's a sacrifice.
I promise to be strong
Even when you treat me wrong.
Because I've learned how to deal with ignorance
Better than you've learned how to use it.
And I promise to smile, and promise to laugh.
Yes, I promise.
I won't (but I will) fight back.
Bipolar DisorderDear everybody,Bipolar Disorder in Free Verse More Like This
I’m not just moody.
I have Bipolar Disorder.
I don’t choose to have this unbearable depression,
Where I sob uncontrollably and the most unpredictable times.
A sadness that paints your entire mind,
Down into your soul.
And you don’t know when it’s suddenly going to
Change, from being a terrifying unhappiness,
To being such a fantastic happiness
That you can’t even connect your thoughts with your own brain.
Where you challenge the world,
Because you feel bigger than a speck of dust for
The first time in your
It changes from being such an incredible mess of emotions
To being the creator of no emotion at all.
And soon, the lack of emotion
Starts to eat away at your heart.
And you don’t choose to…
But it turns into an
A sadness that paints your entire mind
Down into your soul.
This is Bipolar Disorder.
This is me.
This is who I am.
Hurt...Why is it,Hurt... in Free Verse More Like This
That when you try your best
Not to hurt a soul...
You end up getting hurt
More than anybody else?
Depression...No, depression is not just getting sad.Depression... in Free Verse More Like This
It's a constant sadness that melts into your bones,
An indescribably heavy weight upon your shoulders,
Never mind your heart and soul.
It's believing so many lies (maybe because you've learned to accept them)
And no longer appreciating your self-worth.
Wishing you no longer existed, wishing yourself gone.
Depression holds you back from your dreams
And pulls you into a nightmare.
It takes full control of your existence.
It makes you never want to get out of bed,
And when you finally do,
You just want to get back in it.
But you know the hardest part?
Hello Darling.Hello darling.Hello Darling. in Free Verse More Like This
I see you're hiding behind long sleeves.
I can see you trying to cover up your "ugly side" with gemstones and lace, with pretty clothes and make up.
But, hello darling.
You can show me.
I see you're pushing away your dinner.
I can see you thrusting fingers down your throat into the sink, trying to hide your secret with laughter and smiles.
But, hello dear.
You can show me.
I see you're hiding behind these precious things that the others care so much about.
I see you're upset with who you are, in fear that who you are might upset others.
I see you're broken, and I see, you're outspoken. You're lost and confused.
I see you're trying to hide something.
But, hello honey,
You can show me.
Because I don't care what they say about you.
I won't listen.
I am not a stereotypeSlide the blade across your wrist.I am not a stereotype in Free Verse More Like This
"Doesn't it hurt?"
I can't feel anything.
Punch your own stomach.
Does it hurt yet?
"Why do you do that?"
The pain makes me feel alive.
"I don't know."
"What's wrong with you?"
I'm dead inside.
I'm just depressed.
Stare at your arms.
"What are you doing?"
I just have low self esteem.
I'm just human.
I'm just me.
Well, Honey...You think depression is a choice?Well, Honey... in Free Verse More Like This
Do you think I choose
To feel worthless?
To feel empty,
To feel sick to my stomach because I think too much?
To feel broken,
To feel hopeless,
Angry at myself..
To feel suicidal, sometimes without knowing a reason?
To feel the need to lay in bed all day,
Without moving a muscle,
Because getting up would just make me want to fall back down?
Depression is never a choice.
You don't choose depression.
Depression chooses you.
We don't need ignorant people to choose us, too.
It's Not Polite To Lie.Hush, sweetie,It's Not Polite To Lie. in Free Verse More Like This
Do not let their judgments define you.
Do not let their hatred construct you.
Do not let their words build you.
Do not let your sorrow swallow you.
Do not let your pain devour you.
Do not let your loneliness change you.
Stop telling yourself lies,
Stop screaming in a whisper that you're
Inside and out.
Stop telling yourself that you're
Stop telling yourself that you're
It's not polite to lie.
Shy moon,i've got love carved into honeysuckle wrists,Shy moon, in Free Verse More Like This
a murder of crows in my throat,
& a pack of wolves at my back.
i want to know truths behind these myth eyes, &
the distant galaxies under your fingertips.
but, love me. love me, Love.
show me what's beyond Grimm fairy tales
spare me your ribs;
this skyscraper heart
needs a place to go.
I am girl.Other boys tell meI am girl. in Free Verse More Like This
I’d look best
& they know
I am girl-
from the curve of my hips,
to this jutting collarbone,
lonely of love bites
But, your hands shape
falsities out of my limbs
with a tongue speaking of me
Why do I allow your body
to find rest against these bones
when you don’t even recognize
the taste of my moon skin
between your teeth?
A lion among sheep.There are ghosts in my bloodstreamA lion among sheep. in Free Verse More Like This
kissing concrete cells &
the bedroom eyes of nerve endings.
( foreign words
engraved into my marrow, birds in my chest
& wars not yet fought between my hips. )
I've taken myself apart every night
since I learned how to swallow a pen
limb by steady limb.
Passed around by grabby hands,
a sold, & borrowed daughter;
I am a lion among sheep,
drunk on life & ink.
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 do not whore around,You spend your nightsYou do not whore around, in Free Verse More Like This
for Apollo’s robes.
You’re as hot
as New Orleans
in mid-July, and
as her gumbo.
But, he is light-years
away and your fingers
ache with tired
a disaster in
Even if it fucking hurts,
you can still taste
his heat on your tongue.
Gods be damned,
you’re a butterfly-
( even if mounted
to a bed. )
you will find yourself
and fly away.
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?
to the starsI’ve got this arrowto the stars in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
curled around my finger
like Apollo’s heart
& your nicknames
engraved on the inside
of my lungs.
I don’t want to write
pretty little stanzas
or pick at the seams
of your poetry
like some deadbeat
psychology major -
I want to
all over everything;
shoot down your moon
& wear her
like a charm
around ink stained
I want to
to the stars,
& leave you there.
You should never attack a poet,we are the best at exploiting weakness.You should never attack a poet, in Free Verse More Like This
the night you took a scalpel to my chest
& fed my heart to the stars,
you told me i could hate you
if i needed to.
with an exorcism
i tried to cast you out
of my body.
i was contorted limbs:
the language of tongues
trying to find myself
in the cosmos
of lit kerosene fingertips,
& the kinds of habits
that only choke me at 3am -
when my eyes aren’t yet heavy
enough for sleep;
my mind tells me to do awful things.
between fucking &
you are the calories
in the mathematical equation
i think of shy moons
and i don’t eat for three days.
you only liked me
when this poetic tongue
space shrapnel aside-
you’re too far down now
for even the stars
to graph you into their maps.
Leaving the Day BehindLeaving the Day Behind in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
leave the day behind
to a night of peaceful sleep
stars will bless your dreams