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No Longer a Little GirlDear imagination, can't you be the thing you wereNo Longer a Little Girl in Free Verse More Like This
Butterflies and daffodils and happiness so pure
Sunny skies and lullabies and dreams of what could be
Hidden worlds and wonderlands of things they couldn't see
Shining gowns and silver crowns for dancing with the prince
Twirling with excitement, though the others weren't convinced
Dear intimidation, did you find it to be true
All I ever needed was an overdose of you
Silly stares and laughter slowly flood a child's mind
Making me abandon every daydream I could find
Lost beneath the shadows of the sky so dark and dead
Far too weak to turn around, yet scared of things ahead
Dear destructive ten
AsylumWho are you?Asylum in Free Verse More Like This
Where are you?
What... are you?
The blinding white walls
Closing in on you
Trapping you
Drowning you.
Who are you?
Certainly not
yourself.
Certainly not that
happy little girl
jumping through fairy tales
as a sunset paints the silver sky.
Where are you?
Certainly not
home.
Definitely not where
you'd want to be.
What are you?
Certainly not
wanted.
Obviously not
needed.
Blood, scars, wounds.
Pain.
Torture.
All you see are shadows
In a room of white walls...
Bipolar DisorderI am a victim of a shadow named fourteenBipolar Disorder in Free Verse More Like This
And a little girl, my old best friend who turned into a demon.
Fourteen human figures without a face… they attack my soul
And everybody’s staring at me without an honest reason.
I am a victim of the people of the world
Who only want to hurt me, and my innocent family
Terrified of the ones around me, even those I love
When a nightmare becomes my reality.
I can’t take a shower without peeking outside the curtain
And I can’t close my eyes when I wash my hair
Because I’m horrified, afraid that when I open them
I’ll see somebody with a bloody face angrily standing ther
I am a labelI slid the blade across my wristI am a label in Free Verse More Like This
Once
Twice
Again and again.
Maybe I’m an emotional freak.
I cause fights and arguments
Over
And over
Again.
Maybe I’m a troublemaker.
I use make up to make myself seem
Better
And…
Prettier.
Maybe I’m girly.
I complain about things
Even when sometimes
They’re not
That
Bad.
Maybe I’m an attention seeker.
I fall under so many
Stereotypes.
So maybe I am a label.
Or maybe
I’m just me.
Goodbye, miscarried babyI love the little baby that I never got to holdGoodbye, miscarried baby in Free Verse More Like This
The baby that I never got to see.
And maybe, just maybe that baby would love us, too
If only that baby got to be.
I love the little baby that was never able to smile
Never even able to survive.
And maybe that baby would have a life worth living
If only that baby was alive.
And maybe that baby had mommy's blue eyes
And daddy's smile, and grandma's tight hugs.
And honestly, there's no way to describe that little baby
And no way to describe the way it was loved.
LabelsAttention seeker?Labels in Free Verse More Like This
Maybe fighting for acception.
Emo?
Rather, suffering rejection...
Ugly?
Maybe breaking for direction...
Anorexic?
Perhaps dying for correction...
Fake?
Maybe hurting for affection..
So maybe before you label someone just because you don't feel a connection...
Maybe fix yourself before you point out imperfections.
So much time, so little to doI have seen the beauty of a dove beneath the skiesSo much time, so little to do in Free Verse More Like This
I have told the harshest truths, and I have told some lies
I have seen a child cry into its mother's arms
I have been that weeping girl who held onto self-harm
I have heard the laughter of a man about to die
I have seen the anger resting deep within their eyes
I have been the victim of my own disgusting thoughts
I have seen the best of people slowly start to rot
I have felt the heartache; I have seen a love go blue…
So much time is left to spare, but so much less to do…
Words on the WallThe sun melted into the glamorous skyWords on the Wall in Free Verse More Like This
The moon stood there, hidden by sweet lullabies.
But mommy was crying, her day had been hard
The tears in her eyes twinkled just like the stars.
Her face wasn't happy like it should have been
And though she was saddened, she forcefully grinned.
I wanted to see Mommy smile through it all...
I painted a picture on her bedroom walls.
I told her to look, just to come in and see
But Mommy was angry... she wasn't happy.
She threw me down hard on the cold wooden floor
Then picked me up, slamming my head on the door.
She yelled and she screamed, then she hit me once more
She slapped me till I couldn't see a
The Face At The DoorThe face at the door is a demon, a godThe Face At The Door in Free Verse More Like This
He smiles through stitches, his stare rather odd
The face at the door is a cruel, silent being
Yet, people are calm, and the children aren't fleeing
Quiet yourself, for you're the only one
Crying for help at the point of a gun
Learn how to fly, rather, learn how to fall,
The face at the door... well... there's no face at all.
Mommy, He's LyingMommy, he said it, he said it was true.Mommy, He's Lying in Free Verse More Like This
Mommy, he said it, he said "I love you."
Mommy, he said it, he said it was real
Mommy, please know how to think, how i feel
Mommy, this love is the truth, it's the way
Mommy, he said it, he said it today.
Mommy, he's lying, he's lying to me
Mommy, he's telling a lie, can't you see?
Mommy, he never did mean what he said
Mommy, his voice is pounding in my head.
Mommy, he's lying, his love isn't pure
Love's a disease and he's finding the cure.
Mommy, he's lying, what else can I say...
Mommy, he hit me, he killed me today.
Mommy, he lied to me, why did he lie?
Mommy, he lied through his tears, through hi
Poetic Practice - Love Like AshPoetic Practice - Love Like Ash:Poetic Practice - Love Like Ash in Free Verse More Like This
Yes sir, he is clinging to insanity.
He remembers all the things he said, profanity.
Bare the shame on his naked old humanity.
He is the doll claiming love for his vanity-
When he woke up, desire!
He made a move like fire.
His whispers; a liar,
His heart snaps, like wire!
But what are you thinking of this man as I make him out?
Is it an image or a type that you seem to tout.
was it all his fault with no one else to blame,
Or were there cracks in the story that they both will claim-
Spit that and live that,
Hate when you love that!
You rip that and tear that,
Scream like you know that!
Stop for
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
Tired, Exhausted, DrainedTired, Exhausted, Drained:Tired, Exhausted, Drained in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am bloody exhausted! Drained to the core of my soul.
I wake up every morning with bags; burning ever deeper into my eyes.
Sunken masses of flesh, reminding me that the dreamscape -
One in which I sought refuge; is now buried where it lies.
Yet still I force myself to trudge through this wilderness.
Forever caught in a moon drenched, delusory twilight.
An endless cycle of failure and renewed hope;
Giving rise to the very stubbornness that defines me.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 5th February 2013
Memories of WarMemories of War:Memories of War in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
What is this long-lost memory inside?
Where oceans turn; what have we left behind
With star-burned wings out above the sky.
The sleeping sons are lovingly left to lie...
A thousand tears you've cried for all,
Now its time for you to fall!
Will you open up the door,
To the future we ignore?
Are you simply lying broken,
From the memory awoken;
Are you simply living lies,
Bitter taste with ropes you tie...
And the world will soon forget.
Fill my heart with this regret?
For the victims written in stone.
Unspoken sin you now atone...
Yeah I've seen this world where we livin' in pain,
Wrap my body round with chain
BelovedBeloved:Beloved in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Perfectly pleasant
With a bright radiant smile
If only for me...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 4th January 2013
These Hands Are So Red...These Hands Are So Red...These Hands Are So Red... in Free Verse More Like This
These hands are now red and so slicked with this blood,
I can't even wash it in a basin of mud...
As I scrape at the skin of those demons I chase,
I am left with a smile mixed with pain on my face.
Since I swore I would savour this blatant disgrace,
Let perversion be writ in these scars I will trace.
From the tip of my shoulders to the base of my tongue,
Are the names of those sleepers so cold and so young...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 15th March 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
These Words Aren't PrettyThese Words Aren't Pretty:These Words Aren't Pretty in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My verses are ugly and I admit to the fact
I can't use pretty language when I'm working with rap
Because the things that I write, are just the things that I feel
I ain't an Edgar Allan Poe or a Danielle Steel
And I'll be honest with you, I've got an envy inside
Because some poets got a flow that's as smooth as the tide
I read some stuff that they write, it's just so dope I ignite
Burning shame and my anger at the beautiful sight
And like birds of a feather, they're flocking together
These poets are the Gods and I'm nailed by the weather
But as the rain pours down, lightning resound;
I try to write pretty
We Poets Are Frustrated...We Poets Are Frustrated...We Poets Are Frustrated... in Free Verse More Like This
I am sure that you have all experienced this feeling:
A masterpiece eclipsed by the baying of a brat!
A raucous rhyme, so emotionally raw;
Shadowed by a child's melancholia...
Alone in the darkness, you lick your lips and growl.
Your anger, so evidently understandable; yet you forget your own abilities!
In despair, my dearest sibling, you have forgotten — yourself
Why fear an obstacle so easily overcome?
Why shred your works with such heavy tears?
Have you forgotten that we are the original craftsman?
Our tongues birthed as our chisels and axe!
We need only take these simple themes
And corrupt them with all
They Watch UsThey Watch Us:They Watch Us in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Perched high upon the mountains;
With wings as black as night.
They watch us in the hour,
Before darkness turns to light.
I've seen them in my visions;
In dreams they come and go,
But the things they seem to tell me
I guess nobody should know...
I've seen children that are buried,
Beneath a frozen lake.
A maiden sits there weeping;
Her heart is soon to break.
The crows flutter downward,
A noose amongst their hands.
They take the maiden away,
To a dark and distant land.
And even if I follow -
Even if I try...
I'll simply end up buried,
Where the frozen children lie.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 10th November 2012
Tiger EyesHidden between a ribcageTiger Eyes in Free Verse More Like This
not fit for company, or
mid-winter loving,
I grasped your heart, tightly.
We were a mess of ugly
metaphors, and tongues
gone limp-from far to many
late night, gunpowder kisses.
The kind that left nostalgic
paper cut hearts that burned
and ached, lonesome for you
after months of itching.
Tired, but deadly, I once found
you resting at my feet, peering
up with hungry tiger eyes and
claws unsheathed.
[ I never wanted you more. ]
Poets do it betterPaper thin wordsPoets do it better in Free Verse More Like This
hang off the tongue
of an angst ridden poet
who writes his verses
on used napkins—
in hopes that one day
his words will get him
in your bed.
Poetry turned angry,
clinging silhouettes,
teeth and cold fingertips
between the sheets.
His words make you
moan false religions
as you lay vulnerable
to the strokes of his pen.
Scorpions and Love LettersI never longed to hear him call meScorpions and Love Letters in Free Verse More Like This
'Dear Heart' as if he wrote love letters
to his own, bloody mass of an organ
that beat up a rhythm between my
bruised yet sturdy, castle ribs.
Anonymous scribbles,
itching between the stitching
of a patchwork Frankenstein.
As I will never give it up to the poet
with the sloppy tongue-
ugly verses dripping from his lips
like a love sick plague
leaving me hollow;
a soulless shell seeking escape.
I'll never love him.
This Scorpio heart is mine.
Covered in barbed wire,
It stings and it cries—
but it rips and it tears
and it bites—
Cemetery CatsThe wolves were out that night—Cemetery Cats in Free Verse More Like This
and all of the hook laden quips
that we concocted
fell upon lips
like a hummingbird's whisper.
Then, they ignited into flames
like burning stars.
That should have been us:
beautiful ash, supernova romance
with tongue and fingers soaked in ink.
We always did find the taste of Heaven
stale, like coffee three days old.
And with that taste still lingering,
you were a walking oxymoron.
A sinner come to save
these easily swayed, glass bones
from smashing into oblivion.
I longed to taste that wild,
untamed energy beneath your skin.
Devour that dragons heart,
and tattoo love along the bruises
Stitched LipsHer lips, soft like old paperStitched Lips in Free Verse More Like This
tastes of stardust and ink.
I'd kiss her a thousand times over,
just to savour the poetry resting
on her wasp tongue—
but, I'm kissing ghosts
with empty eyes, void, naked,
and vulnerable like sleeping
gargoyles in the mid-day sun.
[ I'll love her quietly, close-mouthed
and tongueless,
in the arms of stone angels. ]
NaPoWriMo: Day 3Today,NaPoWriMo: Day 3 in Free Verse More Like This
I wanted to pluck my ribs
from out my chest &
hang them about my house
like wind chimes-
dangled brutality;
a taunt for hungry wolves.
I didn’t grab for sharp objects,
I just wrote about it.
I never knew
I wanted to be a writer
until I lost something.
I still don’t know what that is-
(my mind, maybe.)
But words,
they fill gaps
that had no stories
to keep them
from hollowing out
in the first place.
NaPoWriMo: Day 8I was toldNaPoWriMo: Day 8 in Free Verse More Like This
to slice through the thickest
of scar tissue this evening.
Let all my inner demons
fall to the floor
& write them out
in my own black blood.
It’s not red anymore,
even though needles
& the bruises
laid out like war-lands
on my arms
say otherwise.
I don’t think it ever was,
honestly.
Therapeutic,
they said.
My mind is a mess
of free versed insecurities,
cat’s eye marbles,
& untamed forest fires-
but,
I still don’t have the nerve
to slice open my skin
& bleed for her.
NaPoWriMo: Day 10 Have you ever been so cold, Sweetheart,NaPoWriMo: Day 10 in Free Verse More Like This
your knee's q u a k e d like that Jenga piece
that buckled just before your whole foundation
t
o
p
p
l
e
d
over?
I have.
& no matter
how many times
I've restarted your heart,
one would think
I'd grow tired,
eventually;
I'm still writing you in poetry
(in the most inappropriate of places.)
You forced yourself beneath my blades
& my fingertips,
Licking unst
NaPoWriMo: Day 9More respectNaPoWriMo: Day 9 in Free Verse More Like This
for hungry lions,
than man's
greedy fingers,
she really,
really
doesn’t want to write this poem.
As she forgets how to use words
(on most days,)
relying on curses
like casting some witch's spell-
with only ten dollars to her name.
The oldest daughter:
she’s still somewhere in the middle,
filed under
miscellaneous
because they had no other way
to categorize her.
Getting her first gravestone at three-
she prayed
not to the gods,
but to the lily stargazers
in her palms.
One day
she would become
She has the moon in her eyes.But, this body is a black hole,She has the moon in her eyes. in Free Verse More Like This
a hollowed out womb-
and these palms are sandpaper
thin and bleeding a silent stigmata.
"Not yet ripe to fall from her bed,
too young to understand her own limbs-"
She folds back July's origami skin,
wishing for the warmth of winters kiss.
She is a raven heart, thumping wildly
against the whispers of vintage lips.
Her bed is empty,
but the sheets are red.
WhisperI want to create an aromatic sea of jasminesWhisper in Free Verse More Like This
and stardust mountains of silver and —
No.
Inkblot skeletons with paper mache
hearts, whose bones shall burn with one glance at the
sun; gravestones of blood diamonds and tears of thistles...
Harp strings ringing in grotesque harmony, screaming
for slender fingers to pluck and caress with devotion.
I want to write
gods
and
chaos.
Storybook EndingHer ink-stained lips have kissed too many a forgotten page,Storybook Ending in Free Verse More Like This
[dragon's blood
and phoenix down]
And her Prince Charming has yet to come,
[glass slippers
shattering like stars]
So all she can do is gaze out her tower window,
[enchanted forests
concealing poisoned apples]
Clutch that corroded and timeworn blade,
[cursed beasts
tearing down castle walls]
Toss her childhood fables to the waltzing of the moon,
A Black Butler/Kuroshitsuji LimerickThe butler had decided enough was enough.A Black Butler/Kuroshitsuji Limerick in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
His master’s manners were not up to snuff.
He resisted the urge to call the boy a brat,
for he was not allowed to keep his delightful cat.
Being a a child's manservant was certainly tough.
To my male halfYou’re the Ash to my Pikachu,To my male half in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the lenses to my frames.
Whenever the world’s gone mad,
your laugh takes away the pain.
Nerds must stick together,
like paper and glue.
I must have had good karma,
since I chanced upon finding you.
Through all the inside jokes,
and those awkward looks we get,
I’m fairly certain people think we’re crazy;
we’d be better off staying silent, I bet.
But where’s the fun in that?
Eccentric is simply what we’re meant to be!
These fools clearly cannot understand
how entertaining it is to be you and me.
So here’s to you, my dear friend;
my fellow forever Pokémon Tr
Briar Roseher soul is a roseBriar Rose in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
scarlet and full of sharp thorns
can she trim the barbs?
Open Heart SurgeryI've got ink throbbing through fissured veins,Open Heart Surgery in Free Verse More Like This
poisoning every atom of my soul.
"Bite your tongue," they say.
How I'd love to chew the damn thing off
and suck down every filthy syllable
just like the rotten bone marrow it is.
They'd all watch as my body spontaneously combusts
and becomes nothing but convoluted karma.
And so I wrote,
"Dear poetry,
Teach me the ways of ripping out a human heart,
and stitching it onto ink-stained parchment."
The answer that came was rasped from a cauterized throat:
"Read your future in the collapsed palm of the stars;
find the abandoned pulse of your lionhearted muse;
steal their conformed scalpel and mak
HellfireYou see her nonsensical whims and think to yourself,Hellfire in Free Verse More Like This
"nothing but a simpler state of mind."
Yet —
She hides behind an ivory mask,
skeleton smiles
and torpid mirth;
Radioactive sulfuric masses of artificial
crystalline lips upturned in an adamant curve.
Laughter echoing throughout hollow bones, concave and
just as empty as the cartilage ensnaring the vacant
smirk.
You can't fathom the netherworld tucked deep in her translucent limbs;
nor comprehend the frenzied howls from the fangs of a decaying Cerberus.
For when you will at last board Charon's ferry and float down the conflagrant waters of
Styx, regarding her perched upon a thro
lost.Wandering,lost. in Free Verse More Like This
waiting for your voice to
reach out for mine.
Fingertips of satin,
caressing the confines of my
soul;
whispering a thousand constellations to my waning sanity.
Promises upon promises,
mosaic labyrinths etched into mutilated
flesh.
Trembling lips — July's blasphemous sun
lingering above December's intangible moon,
and these looking-glass limbs scream for your
tongue to shatter me into one million
pieces.
Rose eyelashes; iron thorns and liquid petals
flutter open to the dull luster of our
salt-licked sarcophagus—
and in the end, your nebula fades away
in the disintegrating morning, just like my [heart] broken
heart.
.I stare at the screen, waiting for some burst of inspiration to rain upon me like a meteor shower sent straight from the gods of literature heaven.. in Emotional More Like This
Nothing.
A sigh escapes my lips, and I haphazardly bash random buttons of the keyboard, watching as the blank document before me is littered with an incoherent placement of characters. The monotone click-clack seems to just resonate with the narcoleptic beating of my heart, further fueling my senseless crusade.
Where has all my writing gone?
It feels like it was just sucked right out of my soul. Ideas constantly plague my mind, yet all I can do is write them down. When I go to type them out, n
GlacialJanuary wolves stalk her shivering heart;Glacial in Free Verse More Like This
bitter ice-fangs sink into feverish skin.
Frost devours slowly, succinctly, shamelessly;
yet the howling tossed chains around her
paper-thin limbs and dragged her down.
Arctic icebound lips quivering,
silver eyelashes fluttering emptily,
alabaster fingertips reaching out;
frenzied yet frozen and fractured.
"Drowning," she whispers in a winter song,
and places her mouth upon snow-dusted fur.
"Blood freezing in these frostbitten veins."
And then the pack of aurorean wolves bolt away,
leaving her smiling in the blizzard of humanity.
Freedom.
A mermaid stole my bonesI want to deteriorate into the ocean and feel the wavesA mermaid stole my bones in Free Verse More Like This
Break over my spine
Because I’ve learnt through trial and error
That holding my breath only makes my heart beat faster
And plain white pills do nothing to soothe
The anxiety sewn deep within my bones
The bitter aftertaste still lingers in the back of my throat
much like the feeling
of her breath in my lungs
Hocus pocusI want to hollow out my eyesHocus pocus in Free Verse More Like This
And hold them in my palms
And see things with a new perspective
Because everything around me seems
To be slipping out of focus
And magic words don’t fix broken wrists
If you drink enough vodka it tastes like loveHe’d whisper sweet nothings to treesIf you drink enough vodka it tastes like love in Free Verse More Like This
Hoping the roots would remember his name
I watched him drop pieces of himself like bread crumbs
His lantern limbs quivering
I don’t think he ever really knew how lovely he was
And on a sunny day when the pavement was sweating
Out onto the roadside
Everyone else found out too
I don’t think I’ll ever forget him because he was like a dream catcher
So quiet and magical in the way his eyes turned green in the dark
And blue in the winter
Like he stored the world’s secrets behind his cuckoo spit heart
a box full of memoriesa box full of memories in Free Verse More Like This
The small woogden box she holds in her hands
Holds a thousand memories.
This box so precious
The memories so fragile.
Some of them as sweet as honey
Others as sour as a lemon.
But memories none the less
Are all kept in the small little box she cradles in her hand.
She turns the knob slowly with care
Opens the box gently.
And out pours sweet music
Filling the old dusty room of her childhood.
She smiles as the memories flood through her
The music fades away.
But the memories remain forever.
secretsSecrets are strange things.secrets in Free Verse More Like This
They are shared
Or they are hidden.
They are simple
Or they are complicated.
Some should be shared
Others hidden away
Locked in a box.
There are many types of secrets.
Some secrets destroy
Others breath life into the truth of things.
But secrets are still strange things no matter what types they are…..
is this normal?Is it normalis this normal? in Free Verse More Like This
To reach for the razor blade and drag it across your wrist?
Is it normal
To see the bottle of pills and swallow them down?
Is it normal
To put a gun to your head, and smile while you pull the trigger?
cutIt shimmers and glistenscut in Free Verse More Like This
Only when the light hits it right
The colour changing from dark crimson
To such a pretty red
It trails down my wrist
In such a glorious stream
Just a little deeper
Just a little more blood
I need to feel it
I need to feel the pain
something
anything
I need to know I'm still alive...
Hero ComplexI bartered my soul awayHero Complex in Free Verse More Like This
For the boy with wolf eyes
He locked me behind his teeth
He carved snake bites into my lips
And tore apart the gilded edges of my lashes
In an endeavor to uncover some semblance of my siren words
He broke apart my ribs in an attempt
To find my landmine heart
Which held no sound
Mors AtraDust motes gathered in the corners of her lipsMors Atra in Free Verse More Like This
Bruised and rotting her mottled lungs fell apart
The skin of her wrists were smudged with pretty pink roses
And below her dissolving pupils just above the plains of her cheekbones
Were streaks of yellowed pages and posies
And ten days later she fell asleep under a bed of earth and soil
(In)DifferenceCinnamon raisin swirl sticky and sweet(In)Difference in Free Verse More Like This
And unwanted cold sweats and bread debris
Have invaded my fort of dead poets and ink stained sheets
Sand papered lashes and tangled strands of hair
I am hibernating in my own misery
A cocoon of self pity and degradation
I am the sloth, lazy and a sinner
I don’t even hear the phone ring anymore
But maybe it never did in the first place
I hate the post mortem analysis of depression
The symptoms of anorexia and the ever so slow
Like the tick, tick, ticking of clocks with no hands
A kaleidoscope of mismatched flash backs
Vinaigrettes and vineyards where seeds of doubt are planted
I am mid winter c
Hey guys! Pony Podcast Featuring Me!Yep, I sound young but I don't care XD Anyways Pony-Pod-Live is about to begin some come check it out! http://www.twitch.tv/ponypodlive#Hey guys! Pony Podcast Featuring Me! in Personal More Like This
Darkened Angels - Chapter 9 - Taking Over*In City Hall*Darkened Angels - Chapter 9 - Taking Over in Drama More Like This
Marie: Allow Me! CRYSTAL CAGE! *A Cage Comes Down Around The Winx And Nova, Trapping Them*
Valtor: Huh.... I Should Let You Do Your Own Thing More Often.
Marie: You Really Should.
Roxy: LET US OUT OF HERE!
Alexa: Why Do They Always Say That?
Darkar: They Know We Aren't Going To.
Stella: It's Just Crystals, We Can Break Out Of Here Easily!
Marie: I Wouldn't Try That If I Were You....
Stella: Oh What's Some Crystals Gonna Do? Poke My Eye Out?
Marie: No.... But It Will Cause Dark Magic To Fill Your Body Until You Collapse On The Floor.
Stella: Oh.... I See....
Alexa: Of Course It Wouldn't Affect Any Of US.
Kristila: Yeah, Were Basically Immune To It.
Nova: Kristila! Let Us Out!
Gantlos: There's No Point In You Even TRYING To Change Her Back.
Ogron: Our Powers Have Taken Their Minds Over.
Musa: Wait, Why Haven't We Just Taken The Pins Off?
Alexa: Because They'll Do The Same Thing Those Crystals Would.
Arlayna: And Think About It, Just Marie's Simple Spell Would
Darkened Angels - Chapter 6 - Self Defeat*In The Omega Dimension*Darkened Angels - Chapter 6 - Self Defeat in Drama More Like This
Tritannus: Finally!
Ogron: Go Already! We've Got Two Fairies Left.
*In Ms. Faragonda's Office*
Arlayna: *Opens Door* What'd You Nee-
Stella: Uhm, Who Are THEY?
Seleya: Uhm... I'm Seleya And This Is Arlayna...
Ms. F: Girls, This Is Arlayna And Seleya. They Are The Friends Of The Girls Who Have Disappeared.
Flora: Hi! I'm Flora! And This Is Stella, Tecna, Musa, Layla, Roxy, And Bloom.
Seleya: Hi.
Arlayna: Not To Be Rude, But Why Are You Here?
Ms. F: I Asked Them To Com Because-
Nova: *Opens Door* I'm Here Ms. F! What'd You Need.... Uhm Hi?
Ms. F: Nova! You're Here! Now Girls, I Want To Let You Know Why I Brought You All Here.
It's Because Of These *Puts Up A Hologram Of The Pins*
Nova: What Are These?
Ms. F: These Pins Absorb Magical Energy And Release It Into The Body Of Who Their Pinned On.
Bloom: So What?
Nova: Yeah, Why Are You Showing Us This?
Ms. F: Because These Pins Were How Those Girls Were Taken.
Musa: What Do
Darkened Angels - Chapter 5 - Love?*In Ms. Faragonda's Office*Darkened Angels - Chapter 5 - Love? in Drama More Like This
Seleya: Ms. F, We Found Something You Might Want To See.
Ms. F: What Is It?
Seleya: You Still Got It?
Arlayna: No, I Sprinkled It On The Floor As We Walked Down The Hallway, OF COURSE I HAVE IT!
Ms. F: Have What!?
Arlayna: Oh Right! *Puts The Dust On Ms. F's Desk*
Ms. F: Hmm.... OH! Oh My!
Seleya: What is It Ms. F!?
Ms. F: This Is The Dust Left Behind From A Pin Of -
Arlayna: THE PINS!!!!
Ms. F: You Mean You Saw One!?
Seleya: Yeah! Marie Had One On Her When We Found Her In The Woods, The Same Day She Went Missing!
Ms. F: Well Did She Act Any Different?
Seleya: Well....... She Was Acting A LITTLE More Crazy Than She Usually Does....
Arlayna: Yeah.... Marie IS Kind Of Crazy....
Ms. F: Girls, I Want You Two To Stay Together Until I Call You Back Alright?
Arlayna: Okay.
Seleya: Sure Thing!
*They Both Walk Out*
*In The Omega Dimension*
Alexa: Tritannus Explain To Me Just HOW You Plan To Take Over Arlayna If You Don't Even Hav
Darkened Angels - Chapter 3 - Found And Lost*In Ms. Faragonda's Office*Darkened Angels - Chapter 3 - Found And Lost in Drama More Like This
Alexa: *Busts Through Door* MS. FARAGONDA!
Ms.F: What Is It!?
Kristila: Marie's Gone!
Ms.F: What Do You Mean?
Seleya: She Was Acting Kinda Weird Last Night, Then She Wasn't In Her Room This Morning!
Arlayna: And She Wasn't At First Period Or In The Courtyard Either!
Faragonda: Well...... I'm Not Sure What To Make Of This. She Has To Be Here Somewhere, Come Back If You Can't Find Her In An Hour.
*In The Omega Dimension*
Valtor: So Who's Next? Volunteers?
Darkar: I Am.
Tritannus: So Who'd You Pick Darkar?
Darkar: Valtor, You Remember The Pink Haired Girl With Marie Don't You?
Valtor: Her? Why?
Darkar: She Has A.... History, With Dark Magic.
Ogron: Hmm, That's Interesting.
Valtor: Marie, What Do You Know About Her?
Marie: Her Name's Alexa, She's The Fairy Of Storms, And He's Correct About Her Having Experience With Dark Magic.
Darkar: See? *Picks Up One Of The Pins* I'll Be Back.
Trix - Icy: When?
Darkar: A Lot Sooner Then Marie. Ale
Darkened Angels - Chapter 8 - Real Power*In The Omega Dimension*Darkened Angels - Chapter 8 - Real Power in Drama More Like This
Ogron: Finally! We Have Our Fairies, And We Will Soon Take Over!
Valtor: Of Course, Now When Do We Plan An Attack?
*In Ms. Faragonda's Office*
Ms. F: I Don't Understand.... She Just Disappeared?
Nova: We Think It Might Have Been An Invisibility Spell!
Tecna: They Must Have Been Watching Us!
Layla: And They Saw And HEARD Us Talking!
Ms. F: We Must Act Quickly!
Stella: But Ms. F, We Don't Even Have A Plan Of Attack!
Ms. F: Hmm.... Give Me Some Time Girls, Until Then I Want You All To Go To Magix.
Roxy: Why?
Ms. F: I Want You Girls To Go Relieve Some Stress Before You Fight.
Roxy: Oh, Alright....
*They All Walk Out Of Ms. F's Office, Then Down The Hallway*
Flora: What Are We Going To Do Girls?
Stella: I'm Not Sure, But Is She REALLY Expecting Us To Calm Down?
Musa: I Know, I Mean Everything Is At Stake! Every Enemy We've Ever Fought Has Their Own Fairy Group!
Roxy: All I Know Is I Have A Bad Feeling About Going To M
Darkened Angels - Chapter 7 - Finally*In The Alfea Courtyard*Darkened Angels - Chapter 7 - Finally in Drama More Like This
Roxy: Are You SURE You Wanna Do This?
Seleya: Yes. I Have To.
Stella: Were Right Here If Anyone Comes!
Seleya: Thanks Girls....
Flora: No Problem.
Nova: Come On Girls, We Better Go Hide.
Musa: Yeah, Good Luck Seleya.
Seleya: Thanks....
*Floating Above Alfea, Invisible*
Duman: Did You See That?
Valtor: Yes.... Their EXPECTING Us To Get Seleya....
Ogron: Why Don't We Send Down The Girls Instead?
Darkar: They Know That They Are Taken Over.
Ogron: True.... What Do You Think Valtor? .... Valtor?
Marie: Haha! Valtorrrr! *Hugs Valtor*
Anagan: BLECH! That's Gross.....
Darkar: It's Not THAT Bad!
Duman: Woah, Are You Getting Feelings For Alexa Darkar?
Darkar: So What If I Am? That's My Business!
Duman: This Is Not Have Villains Act........
Ogron: Let's Get Seleya Now, Hit Them With A Frying Pan Until They Come Back To Sanity, Later.
Gantlos: Whatever.... So How Are We Gonna Do This? Trix, This Is YOUR Fairy.
Trix - Icy: Simple, We'll Just Turn
Are You Okay?Every time I fell,Are You Okay? in Free Verse More Like This
And every time they laughed,
It seemed,
You would be there standing over me.
And you would ask, "Are you okay?"
I would just smile, and say,
"Don't worry, I'll be okay."
I'd keep up that smile till you walked away,
And then left in my hurt,
I may cry, I may scream, it's different each day.
Or I may die, just a little inside.
Because nobody understood, what I meant by those words.
Yet, like a broken record, we did this again and again,
Until my smile didn't waver and my words didn't slip.
But the scars on my hands from holding a fist,
Are darker than ever.
And I am still crying alone inside.
So am I okay?
Loneliest SecretsShe was perfect,Loneliest Secrets in Free Verse More Like This
No matter what she did.
He was happy just to hold her hand,
On the days when her world was crumbling.
She was beautiful,
Despite what she wore, or what she said.
He was her best friend,
And she was his.
When had he first fallen for her?
He couldn't remember.
How long had he been there for her?
From the very start;
And that's where he would stay,
Unless she forced him out.
As the years passed,
Boys asked her out and she always said no.
When he asked why, she would put it simply;
"There's no point. Falling in love will only get you hurt. Save yourself the trouble; skip out on love entirely."
So he watched he
Hopelessly WhoWho am I, to tell you to just keep moving,Hopelessly Who in Free Verse More Like This
When the very ground beneath my feet is torn to pieces.
Who am I, to tell you that tomorrow is a new day,
While a trail of yesterdays follow me from behind.
Who am I, to tell you that all you need to do is breath,
As I stand here choking on air.
What am I, to say someone will pick up your broken pieces, disregarding the cuts it gives them,
While I kneel in a pile of my own pieces that no one ever cared to fix.
What kind of monstrosity am I?
To want to help you, with my wounds still bleeding.
What must be wrong with me?
If I think I'll never heal.
Nothing's wrong with me;
I'm not a monste
I Love YouI love youI Love You in Free Verse More Like This
Means nothing anymore.
It's only something to say
at the end of a call or
conversation.
Something to say
when there's nothing else
to tell the others
when they remain
un-sated.
Something to say
when you're left hanging.
Something to say when
you can't tell what they want to hear.
ForeverOh California,Forever in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Please be silent tonight,
All the way in Florida,
The noise might make me lose my mind.
Do you remember us, world,
The ones who tried so hard to change you.
Do you recall our work,
Working,
So hard toward an impossible goal?
Well we won't always be,
In the memories of you,
But if that's true,
Why not act like we're forever?
Well we're here for today,
We might as well stop to say
What needs to be heard.
Even though nothing is forever.
Look at your standards,
So high and still so low,
An impossible goal,
I just can't think of what is right.
Well we won't always be,
In the memories of you,
But if that's true
Call Me CursedCall me cursed or call me blessed,Call Me Cursed in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
you won't take my worst,
you aren't getting my best.
Don't come for my success.
You're gone for struggle, there for glory.
NothingI wanna feel nothing again,Nothing in Free Verse More Like This
bury myself in the fury of
my half-death, alive but not
feeling, muted and silent.
I wanna have nothing again,
free myself to the unending
scorn of those around me and
be able to not care.
I wanna feel nothing again,
I just don't want to be
confined to all of this
never-ending freedom.
Watch the WorldI watched the sky fall,Watch the World in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Watched my world snap like a twig.
But that's okay, 'cause my heart is brick.
And how can you break
When you weren't whole to start with?
And how can you fall
When you can't bear to get up and walk?
Watch the world spin,
Watch it spin 'til it stops.
Watch the world break,
Watch it all fall apart.
I watched the rain fall,
I watched you dissolve,
But it's fine, we had nothing at all.
And how can you see
When you can't find your eyes?
And how can you know me
When you tell yourself you are blind?
Watch the world spin,
Watch it spin 'til it stops.
Watch the world break,
Watch it all fall apart.
And I d
I Swear I'd be Pretty AgainIf you told the skyI Swear I'd be Pretty Again in Free Verse More Like This
that blue was nice,
but not your favorite color,
I swear it'd glow more vibrantly.
And likewise, if you
could only find the courage to
tell me I am not perfect,
that I am flawed,
and that sometimes,
you can't bear to
be around me,
I swear I'd try harder.
If you could only tell me I changed
and that I'm not who I was,
If you could only tell me
that I am ugly,
I swear I'd be pretty again.
InnocentSammy woke abruptly from his dream.Innocent in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He was back in the garden in the sunshine but the scene was still vivid in his mind. Mummy pale and lifeless with bruises on her throat. Daddy slumped over her, blood seeping from his chest.
Sammy's mother glanced across at him.
"That's a lovely smile, sweetheart," she said.
Small WitchesAsk me about Hallowe'enSmall Witches in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And I have to think back.
Turnips for jack,
Apples to bob.
Dressed up in black
To play in the dark.
Turnips for jack,
Apples to bob.
Father-made besoms:
Small witches take flight.
Turnips for jack,
Apples to bob.
Fly through the night.
In bed by nine.
Turnips for jack,
Apples to bob.
Quicksilver spirits
Run to saints and all souls.
Turnips for jack,
Apples to bob.
November gold,
October bronze.
Turnips for jack,
Apples to bob.
Ask me about Hallowe'en
And I have to look back.
Turnips for jack,
Apples to bob.
The Night BeforePromoted! Cocktails. Hangover... Tattoo.The Night Before in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Who's "Gerald"?
PicnicWine: have.Picnic in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Unfortunately,
corkscrew: have not.
Where's the Eiffel Tower?Ticket: Paris, FranceWhere's the Eiffel Tower? in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Plane: Paris, Texas
Let Down Your HairMrs Holmes had bizarre cravings during her pregnancy. Specifically for the contents of the vegetable patch belonging to the DI next door.Let Down Your Hair in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Delicious!” said Mrs Holmes. “If the baby’s a girl, I’ll call her Lettice. If it’s a boy, he’ll be Kale.”
Could be worse, thought Mr Holmes. She’d called their first child Mycroft.
But the new baby had glorious curls, so they named him Sherlock. He was a bright boy, into everything and soon the DI had to arrest him for interfering in police business.
Sherlock was locked away in a tall tower. As time passed and his abundant hair grew, his unique geni
GentlemanIt was just dusk, and she looked lost and vulnerable by the side of the road.Gentleman in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“A pretty girl like you should smile more!” the man yelled from his BMW. “Get in and I’ll give you something to cheer you up.”
“You invited me in,” she said softly.
She smiled and he saw the fangs.
A Balanced MealFor dinner: takeaway.A Balanced Meal in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
That's a plus.
60 For 60: The Boscombe Valley MysteryWhen I first began sharing lodgings with Holmes, I thought he had no interest in literature. I soon discovered this was not the case.60 For 60: The Boscombe Valley Mystery in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He was so enthusiastic about George Meredith’s work that he accepted an invitation to a function Meredith was attending.
“A fascinating man,” Holmes told me later. “His friend Conan Doyle was most offhand with me though.”
-Mountains of the moon -horizons curve-Mountains of the moon - in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
dancing storm
a slow exhale. rain.
-electric causeway-light shimmers wet...broken by steps-electric causeway- in Free Verse More Like This
Sta.sh
