The Face At The DoorThe face at the door is a demon, a god
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.
SchizophreniaShh.Schizophrenia in Free Verse More Like This
Look behind you.
"Are you okay?"
Shapes, forms, bodies, animals, plants
Shifting, moving, being
"What's wrong with you?"
You're a freak.
No one wants you.
You should kill yourself, let them out of their misery
Or we'll do the job for you.
"They're fake, you know."
No they're not.
"What are you doing?"
This is how I live.
Save me, from the monsters, the shadows
"What can I do?"
You can stop.
You can stop being ignorant
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 tendencies, I feel it's time to hear
You were all I had when nothing else seemed to be near
Everything so out of reach, too far for me to see
I decided I would choose the needle next to me
Slicing through my very skin to feel something once more
Weeping through the satisfaction I could not ignore
Dear imagination, can't you be the thing you were?
Sick of societyI may live inside my own, twisted universeSick of society in Free Verse More Like This
I may change, sometimes for the worst.
What's normal to me is not normal for you.
Sometimes I just do what I need to do.
Behind a brick wall, I hoped someone would break it
I threw out my heart hoping someone would take it.
But I got tired of hiding and tired of hating
And instead of throwing myself at every guy, I'm waiting.
I'm sick of the person I tried to be
So basically, here I am, I will be me
I'm sick of the hatred, would you not agree?
.. Basically I'm sick of society.
When I SaidWhen I said I wanted a fairy taleWhen I Said in Free Verse More Like This
I meant I wanted a prince.
I didn't want to be locked in a
I didn't want to be fought by a
I didn't want
When I said I wanted a fairy tale
I meant I wanted to be a princess.
I didn't want to watch a rose
I didn't want to wear the gown
I wanted it
When I said I wanted a fairy tale...
I expected it to end in a
But i never expected it to end like this.
AsylumWho are you?Asylum in Free Verse More Like This
Where are you?
What... are you?
The blinding white walls
Closing in on you
Who are you?
Certainly not that
happy little girl
jumping through fairy tales
as a sunset paints the silver sky.
Where are you?
Definitely not where
you'd want to be.
What are you?
Blood, scars, wounds.
All you see are shadows
In a room of white walls...
One dose of glitterOne dose of glitter can light up the worldOne dose of glitter in Free Verse More Like This
One little thought can bring back little girls
Fairies and dragons and strong, worthy knights
One dose of glitter can shine through the night
Hush, little girl, for the stars in the sky
Shining so sweetly like your stunning eyes
Don't let the nightmares define what you'll be
Notice the beauty within every dream
Hush, little girl, there is no need to fight…
One dose of glitter to light up the night.
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 his cries
Mommy, his lies I just couldn't see through
Mommy, he lied to me.
What'd I ever do?
Poor Man's GoldHush the youngest children, for the demon in the skiesPoor Man's Gold in Free Verse More Like This
Treasuring the very thought of anyone's demise
Glitter fades to black and shining moonlight fades to dust
Every cruel man's wonderland is built of poor man's trust
Tragic, empty melodies and blood beneath the air
Fearlessly escape the wind and drown without a care
Treasure death as platinum, as silver and as gold
Every cruel man's wonderland is built of poor man's gold...
Once Upon a NightmareOnce upon a mysteryOnce Upon a Nightmare in Free Verse More Like This
Once upon a crime
Once upon a lullaby
Once upon a rhyme
Once upon a thunderstorm
Once upon a lie
Because every nightmare tends to start
With once upon a time.
Does that make me Different?I wear make up. Does that make me fake?Does that make me Different? in Free Verse More Like This
I cry. Does that make me emo?
I have male friends. Does that make me slutty?
I smile a lot. Does that make me weird?
I laugh loud. Does that make me preppy?
I have anxiety. Does that make me a freak?
I have Bipolar Disorder. Does that make me abnormal?
I respect people. I change for me, and only me. I have a past, but I know I have a future.
Does that make me different?
But at least it makes me
I'm talking myself in circles,I screamed,I'm talking myself in circles, in Free Verse More Like This
"There is nothing
wrong with me, not a damn
I wanted to believe
the big dipper on my arm
meant something more
than sun marks & kisses.
But, how can I trust words
that slip through my teeth
as easy as breathing
when this star
has only ever learned
how to f
It is 9 in the afternoon& I have forgottenIt is 9 in the afternoon in Free Verse More Like This
how to write in poetics-
tongue kissed & gaping like
a siren missing from her sea.
I have been coughing up black
for days. Unable to clean the taste
from my mouth, these broken
typewriter keys sewn into my
fingertips scream something fierce.
They ache with longing
to tell of a story
that left them
for a better high
a story that never deserved
to make a home under the skin,
to crawl breech through an
-& out through the wrists
of young girls much too ripe
to fall from their beds.
I am so damn tired
of looking over railings
& wondering what
it would feel like
Sundiveri.Sundiver in Free Verse More Like This
When I was six a phoenix
tried to drown me.
Underwater I grabbed for fire.
Like Icarus, I was reaching
towards the sun.
I hope he still has
bald spots. I hope he still
cradles searing scars.
He was death,
I was the bird.
My uncle knows plastic-
wrapped soaps as well
as he knows fine wines.
If he drinks enough,
he thinks it’s love-
carved names rubbing
the silver drain smooth. Diver: 28 days
sweating, ship black against
sea. Like it had been peeled
from amber tongues.
On my fifteenth birthday, the boy
with stars on his fists and Saturn’s
rings in his eyes told me I was pretty.
It was the first time
anyone had said so. I learned
how to hold my breath,
how to apply foundation,
how to cry
without bleeding tar
down my cheeks,
and how to wear my bones
He says he does it for the money.
He says you have to come up slowly
or else something inside of you will explode.
I didn’t understand what he meant
until I realized my throat was still
somewhere in hi
I wish...I’ve been sitting on your doorstep for three days.I wish... in Free Verse More Like This
Here are the nothings I left under the mat:
i.I do not feel like a lion anymore,
an alpha wolf, a hyena or
any other strong-willed beast.
I want to take my scars
out to lunch,
feed them your eyes,
& your tongue
until it bleeds sorrow,
and “please forgive me’s”.
iii. You wish I never existed
as you grind those words
into my wrists like they are
red hibiscus blossoms.
& I’ll have you know
I am a flower, bloomed,
rooted deep into the soil.
You are just a combination
of 26 letters-
an “I wish…”
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.
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
I don’t think it ever was,
My mind is a mess
of free versed insecurities,
cat’s eye marbles,
& untamed forest fires-
I still don’t have the nerve
to slice open my skin
& bleed for her.
Tiger EyesHidden between a ribcageTiger Eyes in Free Verse More Like This
not fit for company, or
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
[ I never wanted you more. ]
Cemetery CatsThe wolves were out that nightCemetery 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
I begged you to leave on my arms.
[ The 7 deadly sins wrapped up
into one nasty little Pisces. ]
You made me violent.
Names come and go,
but the race of these
rose petal hearts
wont easily be forgotten.--
As we spent our nights in graveyards,
with ghosts, in the company of
stone angels and cemetery cats-
Whispering our secrets to the dead.
NaPoWriMo: Day 9More respectNaPoWriMo: Day 9 in Free Verse More Like This
for hungry lions,
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,
because they had no other way
to categorize her.
Getting her first gravestone at three-
not to the gods,
but to the lily stargazers
in her palms.
she would become a bird,
& never come back.
She doesn’t want her death
laid out like a fast-food
how does she begin to explain
cultivating in her breastbone?
Collection of poetic nothings.We were opal Tuesdays,Collection of poetic nothings. in Free Verse More Like This
tattooed into the
rose garden curve
of my vertebrae,
gliding me through this wild youth.
But, like Icarus—
I was a sky conqueror
& these silk wings
touched the sun.
My inhalations are heavy,
like the earth he bruises
beneath his fingertips
as I chase silence.
"You've got a tongue
made for words." He says
against the arrogant thorns
of my briar spine.
"Learn to love yourself."
How do I say I love you
without saying I love you?
"I want to replace my heart with you."
You are spider silk woven
into my harvest moon
limbs traveling this road map
of songbird sin.
You are not just in my head now,
you are dancing in the lingering stars
of my night-witch frame
& setting me on fire.
You're not bruised enough
to write poetry.
Allow these bones to tell your story, Love.
Double-Edged SwordNowhereDouble-Edged Sword in Free Verse More Like This
Nothing can tie me down;
No town -
Freedom is my crown.
It is a crown of thorns.
Am I wanderer,
Or am I lost?
And yes, I am free,
But at what cost?
I get so alone,
So far from home,
Just here on my own.
The open road
Is the only friend
I have ever known,
It’s winding arm
As I see
All that there is to see.
I am on my journey.
People are all around me
But I float past, like a ghost;
Just a spirit, free.
Red ScreamsSmiling at me, shiny silver teethRed Screams in Free Verse More Like This
Begging my wrist
For one chaste
Grinning at me, that evil smirk
Making my heart pound
So sharp so
I know I
And really I
Arm’s too full of blood
From attempts to
Join the stars.
Photo album of
My diary of my
I am still
Another Fallen OneThere was a lady on telly today,Another Fallen One in Free Verse More Like This
Talking from a land far away;
Her kid had died,
Torn apart from the inside.
The kid had hung herself in the family bathroom.
The lady was crying,
You could hear her heart dying
And mine did too.
I could've been that kid,
What with all the things I did
And my family could've been her;
Left with nothing but despair.
I envy the kid
For doing what she did.
I thank the kid,
Making me think about what I nearly did.
I mourn the kid,
Gone because of what others did.
Don't ever think you wouldn't be missed,
Because there's always that person
Who'll miss you,
Praying you'll pull through
Until memories of your smile is all they have.
WhyMy words are my soul made liquidWhy in Free Verse More Like This
And dried on the whites of the eyes
Of my demons.
Every swish of my pen
Is a twist of truth in the lies;
An exposé of a ruined thing.
The syllables are the sounds
My blood would make,
If only my blood could sing.
I pour myself into this,
That is as much as my song
As my heartbeat,
And it makes me strong.
That's what this means to me,
Why I do this,
Why I write out my soul
For all the world to see -
I need some validity
In this actuality
Of pain and life
And joy and death,
And these words
That pour out of me
With every breath -
I need it to mean something.
I want to be remembered
When I am nothing but ash,
And the clash
Of swords is heard mightier
Than the swish of my pen,
I want to be alive again.
To BurnI want to set my skin on fireTo Burn in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With Death’s icy embrace.
I want to make my head stop
And my broken heart race.
I want to fade into black
Like fog over the sea.
I want to save them the bother
Of worrying about me.
I want to bleed myself white
Until I really am just a shell.
I want to miss out on heaven
Just to escape this cursed hell.
I want to see her face again
So I can tell her my regret.
I want her face to leave me
So that I can maybe forget.
I want my friends to be happy
But I stop that from being so.
I want to lose all control
And let the red blood flow.
I want to leave this place
And abandon all breath.
I want to do something right
And that something is death.
Life ItselfThe only time I smiled todayLife Itself in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Was when I thought of dying
And how good I am at lying
Each and every single day.
I've got a box of painkillers
They sleep right by my bed
For when all I see is red,
They'll numb it into darkest white.
I've tried talking to people,
But I can't word what I want to say
And maybe I like living this way,
Knowing that I'll die soon.
I know I'm self-destructive
My crosshatch skin screams it
But inside there's a little bit
That still aches to be saved.
I've tried before and I'll try again
To put my worthlessness away
But fate forced me to stay;
Death's a bitch like that.
Life makes me want to die
Yet it won't let me leave
Or grant me a reprieve
From that which it's made me hate;
Things I'll Never SayThere are certain things I’ll never say,Things I'll Never Say in Free Verse More Like This
Like how I thought about killing myself today
Just to keep my own scary thoughts away.
Like how I stay awake way too late
To be sure I don’t awake in a bloody state.
Like how I soaked white into red last night
And turned myself into a ghastly sight.
Like how it hurts too much to breathe
When I make my own skin seethe.
Like how I Google things I shouldn’t
When I want to do things I couldn’t.
Like how I’m scared of being alone
Yet I’m only happy when I’m on my own.
Like how I know I’ll wind up killing myself
And turn into just a dusty photo on a dusty shelf.
Like how I make myself bleed every day
Even though I know I can’t go on this way.
Like how I maybe want someone to see
And for them to somehow help me.
But nobody will ever help me,
Because those are all the things I’ll never say.
Cross My WristsCross my wrists and hope to die,Cross My Wrists in Free Verse More Like This
I will only ever lie
When you ask me if I’m fine
Or if I like this life of mine.
If I had a gun,
I’d put it to my head
And turn bouncy blonde,
Into ruby red.
You want me to stop cutting;
I’ll stop when I’m dead.
The last time I’ll cut
Will be the last thing I see
When I finally put an end to me.
Dying sounds good right now,
Just fading into black
And never coming back
To the agony living brings.
Perhaps you’ll find me hanging,
Or after OD’ing;
Someday soon you’ll find me,
It’s too late now,
I’m too far gone.
Now I’m just a ghost
Of who could’ve been someone.
Looks LieI’m ugly and fatLooks Lie in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But I can deal with that
‘Cause it means people like me for me;
Not for what they see.
Such a ContradictionI'm just that fat kidSuch a Contradiction in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Starved of hope.
I'm just that cutter
Reaching for rope.
I'm just that dumb blonde
Reading all night.
I'm just that coward
Bleeding for a fright.
I'm just that child
I'm just that girl
With messy hair.
I'm just that burner
Wanting to be cool.
I'm just that geek
Scared of school.
I'm just that emo
Smiling with glee.
You're just another drone
But you'll never be me.
. stars have been barking since the day it stopped beating that. in Free Verse More Like This
heart-- bloody hospital- hurting
the stars have been howling and so she's stopped sleeping
that girl-- gauntly felidae- birthing
all the monsters of mind of the evilest kind from a body
--frail ribcages- breaking
her wrists and her spine along the long climb from the pit
--giggle gravelystones- wailing:
angel eyes angel eyes show me a wreck
wrap a tight halo 'round that holy neck-
--string yourself up, sweet wind-chime-bones
and play a song that the spiders can dance to--
love me like maybut dreary darling don't make wisheslove me like may in Free Verse More Like This
on the coils of wind that kiss your cheeks
promised not to know you
on some night in May when
stars were white wash and clothes smelled like
cold fingers will always stiffly search
you out like some wine stain between the
know that my frame rattles with the dead leaves of some
skinny October some
thin-rag cat on the curb
you'll count ribs where they lay underneath
press your ear to my
you love the way it feels when
i tell you im lonely
im running out of ways to tell you how im dyingdear heavy-eye princess,im running out of ways to tell you how im dying in Free Verse More Like This
how long has it been since you have
slept how long has it been since you have
slept how long has it been since the stars
did not call you out by name how long
has it been since they last were not at
war with your blood and your body how long
has it been since comets last did not wage across
your spine in trails of violet how long has it been
since the moon was not that melancholic eye
persecuting your veins persecuting your skin
how long has it been since it last dripped as a
mere simper upon viewing your slumbering form how
long has it been since your vomit did not reek of rain water and
peat the stones are prattling of your disease the riverbeds
blanch and recede at the stench of your petrichor retching the
breasts of robins bleed the juices of their heart soak through their
delicate down princess how long has it been how long has it been how
long has it been since the skies were last silent for
you how long since the daises did
smiles like cracked asphaltyou didn't remember his name,smiles like cracked asphalt in Free Verse More Like This
you didn't really care,
he wanted to tell it to you a hundred and fifty times because he was really
hoping you'd fold it into your back pocket like an old bus ticket and he didn't mind
if it got all torn up and you couldn't quite read what it said you just needed to be able to make out the tremble of his voice over a pay phone telling you he needs a ride
Six O' ClockLay me to sleep on the warm summer curbs.Six O' Clock in Free Verse More Like This
I want the skyscrapers in my bones
And their light beneath my nails.
I want a burgundy August strung between my teeth
So I can suck the seconds from the season
And smile like September.
i wrote this last night during a panic attacki wrote this last night during a panic attack in Free Verse More Like This
claw out the eyes of god like you deserve to be the last thing he ever sees stand the hell up hospital girl and just once take the i.vs outta your arms like you actually believe you're more than just novocain and tragedy tiger-striped up in medical tape drop your damn crutches like you're dropping your jaw and for once talk like the people who're supposed to love you will love you this time you write so scared and you speak like theres hell in your throat and you're doing everyone a favor by locking it up you tremble like you've got lilies pinned to your spine and you smile like a dog kissing highway asphalt you're inhuman self-sacrifice skin and holy shit you can't possibly see yourself you can't understand what it really looks like you can't or they wouldn't be there and there are two things i will never understand schrödinger's cat and how you hate because you flinch from people like you wanna be held and you punish yourself like you wanna be loved and you grin at strang
Fathoming PhantomsIt's the vodka in her veins, burning and bitterFathoming Phantoms in Free Verse More Like This
Or maybe its the hate that makes her look bigger
It could be her tendency to conquer and thrive
But something about her just seems so alive.
It's the stillness of her lips, swollen and red
Or maybe it's the metal shell lodged in her head
It could be the prayers that the old preacher sighed
But something about her makes me feel like she's died
It's the tears that she trapped and refused to free
Its the way she was strong when she was in front of me
Or maybe it's the way that she suddenly stopped trying
But I know for a fact that inside she was crying.
It's the way that she wraps that gauze over her eyes
Its the way that she swears on the Bible and lies
Or maybe its the way that her toes always curled
But I know for a fact that she carried the world.
It could've been when the shadows made her shine
It could've been that sunset that made her mine
It might've been that moment when her heart ceased to stir
But somewhere along
rara avis ..vade mecum..rara avis in Free Verse More Like This
her sorries slaughter lips
dog-whimper drug lips
a blind girl
bearing arms of braille
fists tremble offer feathers
gunned-down angel feathers
she hates these
paws of gentle trauma
..placere respiciunt haec cicatrices..
wailing like conch shells
imploding like bomb shells
her tragic laughter
stutters like stone-lacerated
..p-placet diligenter diligunt me..
killing girls instead of mockingbirdsand with car-crashes in her eyes andkilling girls instead of mockingbirds in Free Verse More Like This
self harm on her hands with murder in her
bones and birds in her skull she'll look up at god
and ask him why she's not pretty
The Boy Who Couldn't SwimHe had harbor beam bones that splintered like gaspsThe Boy Who Couldn't Swim in Free Verse More Like This
Anchor-hung lungs that sank him down into the deep
Until minnows lacerated his fingertips
Until shark jaws kissed his jugular
Until sand corroded his veins
Until he drifted like a buoy
Wondering if he was the first person to ever walk over a sea of broken glass
Just for the pleasure of it
The Weeping AngelShe holds her head in her hands,The Weeping Angel in Free Verse More Like This
Never breathing or blinking.
She is a morbid master of the sands,
Of time that terrorises your torment:
Gaze upon her vile visage and away you go.
She stands alone in such grace,
Never talking or thinking.
She has her elusive eyes on your face,
Of innocence that isolates your idiocy:
Look at her sinister snarl and you'll depart too.
She watches you with utter patience,
Never whistling or winking.
She'll turn lights low in her defence,
Of malevolence that murders your mind:
Stare out to her granite guise and forget all you know.
Take A LookTake a look: a peek shall we say,Take A Look in Free Verse More Like This
Glance with nonchalant desire,
Across these words you seek,
Your eyes are wide and they smile so,
Radiant as your sparkling aura.
Garnish letters of black bold,
Blotted onto pages of white,
Take these words away,
As I speak to you in thoughts and minds,
So faint and wild in presence pure.
Whisper what you see and,
Maybe someday you will understand,
Of meanings mirrored and themes tamed,
Voices vacate the earth as nature,
Takes you away to dream in Elysium.
I was LostThere was a fog in front of me,I was Lost in Free Verse More Like This
My eyes saw no more than three inches forward.
I stumbled through the haze.
I tripped, I fell, I bled...
The days in the fog seemed endless.
But at least I wandered without hunger.
At times I would sit,
At times I would cry.
There were shades around me,
Faceless, shuffling shades.
I'd talk to them, at times,
When the emptiness grew too heavy to bear.
They never did reply.
It was never painful in the fog,
It was never dangerous,
It was simply as it was.
A place where shades shuffled,
Never seeing more than three inches ahead...
- Written by Siddhartha Chen, 10th of February 2015, for Michel-le-fou
Gone a Little RottenI don't know when it started.Gone a Little Rotten in Free Verse More Like This
When I'd gone a little off.
When my mind had gotten twisted,
And bubbled like a broth.
I don't know when it happened,
When I'd gone a little green.
When I'd turned a little rotten;
And dreamed a rotten dream.
And I don't know why it happened,
But this I know to say;
Twenty-two are buried here,
But twenty-three today...
...Now then, why don't we find some place nice and quiet (^_^)
- Chen Yuan Wen, Broken World Series, 19th December 2013
The PoetThe Poet:The Poet in Free Verse More Like This
He smiles as he sees her sleeping
& gently covers her with a blanket.
He goes to the window and looks out
watching snow fall, ever so slowly...
He sees people in the streets,
Chatting, walking. Some happy,
Others sad. Hearts beating,
Hearts broken; some warm, some cold.
He looks back at her, as she stirs in bed.
A yawn from her, brings another smile to him:
"How cute," he chuckles as he strokes her head.
He runs his fingers through her hair and is content.
Yet, even if he is happy here, again -
He is drawn to that window and finds himself
Staring out at the street and watching;
Marveling at the disparity and wondering -
Isn't there something that I can do?
Isn't there a better way for us all?
He looks back at her, sleeping peacefully;
He thinks about the future and sighs.
He wants a better world for her,
One where she would always be safe,
But unfortunately, he has no power.
He is just one man with little to his name.
He picks up a piece of paper, one found lyin
WiredDo you truly believe that you are made of flesh?Wired in Free Verse More Like This
Do you believe that it is blood running through your veins?
Or is it merely the feeling of circuitry,
Pulsating beneath a synthetic exterior.
Think about it logically,
If indeed you can.
You are in constant need of a connection.
One that makes you feel like a part of the whole.
But if you were to be cut-off from it.
What would happen then?
I am eager find out.
Tin ManAmongst the raindrops, pattering upon my silvered skin.Tin Man in Free Verse More Like This
I wait in silence, though you never speak.
Once you would have chided me,
Screaming that it was cold!
Demanding with slaps and shrieks that I shelter you;
Always until the rain had stopped.
It makes me wonder if I have failed a command,
Or perhaps if you've finally cast me aside...
I made so many mistakes,
I was always doing wrong.
It wouldn't surprise me if you had me replaced!
Yet logic alone denies the thought,
For you are still here - simply silent.
You've been lying there for days, my dearest master,
It is beginning to make me swell with fear...
I've called your name so many times,
But perhaps the maggots have eaten your ears...
They drop from your nostrils and crawl from your mouth,
I squash them, quickly, if they ever approach...
I have thought about removing them and cleaning them away,
But I'm afraid that I would damage you, if ever I tried...
You are so fragile my master, like a thin sheet of
How to Insult PoeticallyOnce I happened upon a callow young lass,How to Insult Poetically in Free Verse More Like This
Who apparently thought that it was cool to be crass.
And she turned her tongue upon the profession of writing;
Apparently she felt that it was in need of a smiting.
Though her raving and ranting made very little sense,
She seemed to be taking a rather harsh stance.
Apparently her pain was too great to be understood,
Far beyond the comprehension of this man from the hood.
So I stood there in swagger, clad in my bling.
While she behaved like 'Moon-Moon', in search of a thing.
She spouted some nonsense, some far fetched line,
About never idolizing the keen writer's mind...
If that is the case, then why ape my technique?
Why submit to several galleries; is your brain on the leak?
You are writing to be seen; you seek attention as I do,
What are we if not performers, is that not true?
Did you believe that you could use your past as a shield?
It counts, I'm afraid, for nothing, I feel;
For you see, I'm a killer, as bold a
YouYouYou in Free Verse More Like This
At peace within this tranquil garden,
I picture the moments where I've made you smile.
Those times are endlessly precious to me,
I think they're worth the while.
They're worth the time I've spent with you,
Even if it wasn't long.
I only wish I'd spent a little more,
Before our love was gone.
Under YouUnder You:Under You in Free Verse More Like This
Beneath the surface of the water,
There is silence, peace and darkness.
To mute the mouths of men,
To drown the voice of the world.
Surrounded by ignorance,
I choose not to hear your whispers.
Without death or pain,
Without birth and life;
Surrounded by denial,
I reject this sense of self.
Without colour or light,
Denying all that is around me;
Surrounded by emptiness,
I am blind within this cage.
Muted, ignorant and blind,
I sleep beneath the surface of the lake.
Eternally drenched, eternally drowned,
I am the you beneath the surface.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 8th July 2013
Just StopSeriously.Just Stop in Free Verse More Like This
I understand your point of view,
And I will let you finish, I will,
But before I do, I want you to stop.
Just stop for a second and,
In the words of One Republic, 'stare'
Well, not RUDELY of course,
But take a moment to stop and stare at everything.
Is it really getting better?
With every facebook like, with every passage you spit.
Is everything really getting better?
I mean, I don't have the light of God inside me,
Nor do I have some higher ideal to guide me.
Man, I'm just some dumbass rapper living in a crappy apartment.
I ain't even sold a single song.
But from where I'm standing,
Every day is just getting a little bit harder.
Every family is just getting stretched a little bit thinner.
And if you're from the block that doesn't feel any of that.
Well, I hope you can see how privileged you are.
Having the time, energy and resources to complain;
That right there, is the real privilege.
The Real WritersThe Real Writers:The Real Writers in Free Verse More Like This
There are those who sit with their laptops and tablets,
Clothed in a scarf and an artistic hat of some sort.
They ponder; leaving a stack of books beside them,
Sipping their decaf as though they are literature personified.
What works do they prepare, other than blatant copies,
Perhaps a half-baked romance designed to woo a lady.
So convinced are they, of their own aptitude;
They are blinded by the beams of their burgeoning ego.
For the writer is not the man who is tapping away at keys,
He is not the man fervently reading with lensless glasses.
He is not the hipster debating ancient literature.
For he is a monster, wearing human skin.
He is the deranged madman, eccentric, uncanny.
He is the one who sits catatonic;
An entire world of fantasy playing in his mind.
He has gone through millions of scenes,
Thousands of scenarios, hundreds of plots
And dozens of characters.
He is not the man you expect him to be,
For a true writer is utterly WEIRD.
4-15-15i. the world ended while you4-15-15 in Free Verse More Like This
were sleeping last night; night
skies turning cherry red, like
my lips, which you'd adore
if you could've seen it with
your own two eyes; a horror
unlike any that i've ever fallen
twenty stories high for, not even
worth the name of a sociopathic act-
it gave me a crown made of freesias
and told me,
"you'd look a dash
prettier if you were by his side."
the sound of thunder gnawing away
at my sanity said that-
it can't get enough of the parading screams
begging it to stop.
ii. i'm crazy, lit
on fire with wishes
and dreams born from
ghosts in mid-july;
and i can('t) fly with
broken wings, not
iii. i lie among seven billion ashes
with heaven tattooed on my wrists
and it's a place on earth with you,
you don't have to call me miss
america to convince me what
happiness is; just
stay in the room.
mhmokay.mhm in Personal More Like This
that's 85 out of 358 feedback messages.
That occurred from my general laziness.
So, for fun, let's go through all of these together.
"Oh jolly, what good fun!"
FIRST OFF, some of these are from April.
SCRATCH THAT; most of these are from April.
So, thank you for the favorite:
le sad meme + le whiny memei always steal memes from Nerohal porque he's my homiele sad meme + le whiny meme in Personal More Like This
Have you ever:
1) Self harmed?
not physically. if scratching bc i was really really itchy & i couldn't stop counts, then i'm fucked
2) Got into a real fight?
yes & i lost all of them xD
3) Been too depressed to move out of your bed?
4) Tried to commit suicide?
5) Had to lie to EVERYONE about how you felt?
yes bc i'm a dramatic asshole
6) Watched an entire season of a TV show in one sitting?
AMERICAN HORROR STORY & BREAKING BAD BBY
7) Talked yourself out of serious trouble?
cried out of it too xDD
8) Accused someone of using you?
i don't think so..?
10) Gotten drunk/high?
high off of not sleeping i think
11) Been to a concert where your favourite artist was playing?
never been to concert
lana del rey was here in june but my dad wouldn't let me go bc the tickets were like $100 - $300 a person
12) Skipped doing homework to play&
NeedlepointA single teardrop mars the surface of your words,Needlepoint in Free Verse More Like This
The ink blotches and renders your message illegible,
No one will know your story.
Why is it that the most beautiful forms of art..
Can only come alive from the most haunted minds?
Why must we feel as though we're being torn apart to create something beautiful?
The doldrums of life only worsen our tainted souls,
Madness creeps in through the seams of our being.
We could never even dream of surviving.
You see our most beautiful artists succumb to their ill-being.
Anxiety. Bipolar. Depression. Schizophrenia. Suicide.
A title for their ailment as we worship their golden days.
There is a fine line between hysteria and genius,
And it's so easy to end up on either side.
Just be sure to watch your step lest you fall.
Liquid PoisonPoison my soul,Liquid Poison in Free Verse More Like This
Make me feel alive,
Blur the lines of reality,
Embrace my hollow shell.
Please burn me alive,
Make it so that I cannot see,
Take me away from this pain.
Numb my body,
Give me a false sense of happiness,
Hold me close,
And do not let go.
I sip from the chalice,
I am ready to escape,
Remove the stress,
And make way for bliss.
You are my dearest friend,
You have never failed me,
When the horror of life becomes too much,
You caress me with your ignorance.
Do not let me go,
Do not push me away,
I shall hold you tight,
And we shall succumb to your false sense of safety.
And if I fall to your level,
Become nothing but a buzzed body,
At least I shall live in a sense of relaxation,
Hold me close as we plunge towards oblivion.
For YouI made a mess of myself just for you.For You in Free Verse More Like This
I did the one thing I said I wouldn't, for you.
I'm letting this blade be a guest in my chest for you.
I'm willing to wait for you, when I had the intention before of waiting for no one.
AddictionIt hurt. There was an emptiness inside that ate the heart out..slowly. Only the prick of a sharp point could make it go away. A heavy weight was on the soul before the venom pulsed through veins in a wild thrill. It was the only thing that could make this rock bottom lifestyle feel great.Addiction in Short Stories More Like This
A shudder runs through the body as the heart moved such poison through it. It created a pleasurable burn. Spirits were lifted and they soared. Figures danced in front of unfocused eyes, all a blurred and mild entertainment to a lost mind. A soft laugh could be heard in the bare apartment. It was always good at first, happy even.
Just over an hour flies by, and everything begins to darken. A splash of red slams into the eyesight. Sweat secretes from all pores. What used to be celebratory figures begin to tear themselves apart. Screams rip through the mind. In reality a wail splinters the cold empty air. Shattering silence. Neighbors hear, but none move. No help. Now the thrill wants to be stopped. No m