The Little Girl BlinkedThe little girl blinked and he was gone
Unsure if he was ever really there
But she knew that something had inspired her
To do things she wouldn’t normally dare
A teardrop too many he once told her
Had brought him from the shadows of her mind
As those around her began to wander
Across her imagination's fine line
But now he seemed to have walked away
As she found the life she had long sought
He slowly drifted back to the shadows
From her notebook and her beautiful thoughts
And the fools around her carried the spades
Burying him with her imagination
With an epitaph etched on a tombstone
‘Here lies my potential for creation’
Though he never existed beyond her thoughts
He was as real as a chrysalis on a tree
The butterfly perhaps was her freedom
The caterpillar was her memories
But she still sees his face in the reflection
Of her brown eyes in the cracked mirror
Knowing that he is alive and well
And is always going to be with her
People never understand reality
We are just
The Letter AaThe Letter A in Free Verse More Like This
a beginning of letters
advanced into words.
words arranged by phrases
attached to afterthoughts
of a sentence
this is the allowance
Why do we often ignore a beginning?
If it RainsIf it rains...If it Rains in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
As the sun is shining,
And the sky is falling,
Will you come to me?
Will you sing this song?
If it rains...
As the hail is falling,
And the world is breaking,
Will you join with me?
Will you stay today?
If it rains...
As the snow is crying,
And clouds are shaking,
Will you warm my heart?
Will you dance with me?
If it rains...
In this heart of mine,
And in tears that drop,
Will you hold me close?
Will you hold me close?
The Letter LlThe Letter L in Free Verse More Like This
On a bright summer day.
Whisperings of moonlight
Found in her eyes.
Once soft life
Found in these words:
Made by broken heart lies.
The lion's roar
From the lips of the lamb.
Where did I lose the meaning of love?
The Letter GgThe Letter G in Free Verse More Like This
we understand gravity
but we dare not fathom
of the human heart.
all of this we
have declared good.
but what is this good,
except a shadow
of what we cannot grasp?
What is the source of true goodness?
No More SorryBut often timesNo More Sorry in Free Verse More Like This
We never knew
That we did hold a heart
Which at the tip of a hand
Would shatter on the stone.
And it's not something
That can be given back,
As though borrowed.
It is taken, and a piece
Is stolen forever.
Never will it be returned.
We are heartless
And cruel, yet unnoticed
Sorry will never mean enough.
What I ThinkYou're the little lightWhat I Think in Open More Like This
At the end of my day,
The dance of strange tomorrows
In a never ending world.
And the lost one waiting
For that guiding flight.
You're the girl who has it all
And yet has nothing
Because she never really looks.
And you're the one who sings
Sweetly in your soul
In words beyond all memory.
You're all that you'll ever be
And some will never see.
Someday maybe you will.
You're wounds burning with
The lemonjuice of sorrow,
Yet your heart dances
With a sacred love
That glows beyond eternity.
So won't you just wake up?
And see the world you're in.
It's not as bad,
And is much worse
That you'll never imagine.
Yet you're here.
You're just you, and that's
All you'll ever be
You're just you, but that's
All I ever wanted
The Letter RrThe Letter R in Free Verse More Like This
unlooked for dreams,
that lead to the heavens.
riddled words left
to confound and confuse.
Risk (not The Game)
that she will never see.
reminders on notepaper
that i have not believed
why can't i see her reality?
Just LettersBut I'm just letters,Just Letters in Free Verse More Like This
That you'll never see.
I'm just words typed
On a blank screen,
The shining bright white
Staring back at me.
Numbers dialing nowhere
Won't reach me,
And whispered "iloveyous"
On the radio signal
Can't reach into
The Faraday cage that
I call my heart.
Cause I'm just a deaf man,
Lying on the backstreet,
Hoping there is no one
Mistaking me for dead:
But you've known
That's all I am inside.
The Letter NnThe Letter N in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
nightsky dreams and
never spoken whispers:
the many meanings
attached to peopleplacesthings.
echoes of wisdom
found in the emptiness
between the stars:
beginnings of a definition
of who someone ought to be.
Is there any power in a name?
StareaterI call you my stareater:Stareater in Free Verse More Like This
You've caught my dreams.
I call you my dreamcatcher:
You ate up all my stars.
Now we're just a room
Full of empty people,
Wishing and waiting
For the moment
That never will come.
We were whispers
Of a winter wind
Caught in a storm.
But it's gone now.
You're gone now.
You're just a dreamcatcher
Who can't catch me now.
You're just a stareater
Who can't hurt me now.
Love letter to myself.Small handed girl,Love letter to myself. in Free Verse More Like This
you've written the truth
of your scars wherever there's
space to write it
and I love you.
They painted over
the rape you wrote about
on the front door of
your Uncle's house
and I love you.
They took the floorboards
of your bedroom out where you'd
carved the shape of your
father's fist into their
and I love you.
You shook the sand of
your fifteenth birthday out of
your hair and into a jar
you keep under the bed to
remember a girl with crooked
teeth and bony knees who
fled and flew
and I love you.
You've built yourself into a
fortress with nothing but your
fingernails and shredded skin
and you let him in when he
waited by the door instead of
forcing his way
and I love you.
For you, no more.I have spentFor you, no more. in Free Verse More Like This
most of my life holding my breath
above the waves,
just in case
they break me down
And I have spent
most of my life drowning in love
for hearts too full to home me,
propping myself up with cardboard
promises and sorry tarpaulins.
And I have spent
most of my life living for other
people; a doormat for woes and
loneliness; a spare body in their
bed at night.
I say no more.
i am tired of being told i will be okaysee,i am tired of being told i will be okay in Free Verse More Like This
that's the thing
all anyone ever
tells you is that
it's going to be
(you are telling me
that you are leaving.)
they don't tell
you what to do with
the pressure in
your chest on
the dark days,
or how to
uncurl your fists
from your hair
or your nails
from your skin.
(you are telling me
that you don't know if
you are coming back.)
maybe i don't want
maybe i'm tired of
only ever being
(i am building walls
again and you are prying
my fingers from my hair.)
i want more than this,
i deserve a word so full of
hope and safety that it
weighs my tongue down
give me a mouth full
of flowers and remove 'okay'
from your vocabulary.
i need more than this.
Six lessons on love.One. Sometimes love will move so slowlySix lessons on love. in Free Verse More Like This
you will stop waiting for its arrival. You will become an
open bar and you will be drained and drained until one
day you open the door to let last night out and love has
left a calling card on the doormat.
Be patient. Let love come to you piece by piece
until you are full to the brim with it.
Two. Some days it will feel
like love has come for you with a wildfire
at its heels. Let it come; you were
meant to burn brighter than any sun or
star we care to name.
Three. Growing back after burning down
is a sign to leave old loves behind. Let them
go kindly. Wrap them up in tissue paper and
ribbon and give them a kiss goodbye. Be gentle but
Do not use maybe. Do not look back.
Four. Love can hurt and you will let it
because you are in love. It will spit venom and
throw fists until you stand up and throw
Be strong, letting love go is not
Five. Love will sometimes be too much.
It will let y
Starving sleep and apologies.My sleep is starving.Starving sleep and apologies. in Free Verse More Like This
It is shivering sweat like snow
across my shoulders as I sob scream
after scream against your skin;
"sorry, I'm so sorry,
go back to sleep."
I am sad
and struggling to stay
together but you slump
against my sickness
and hold me
Clarity.I woke up this morningClarity. in Free Verse More Like This
and found that I had known
the word for you all along,
that I had known
your hands searching
for my hands;
they could only ever
have been called
Lucidity.The dreams leaveLucidity. in Free Verse More Like This
me with scars I can't see,
bruises that don't show,
wounds that can't heal.
I'm carrying ghosts around
in sentences and sleep.
i am trying to let you leave but ...i am trying toi am trying to let you leave but ... in Free Verse More Like This
say goodbye but
my soul is digging
in its heels,
it is piercing my
skin with its teeth
and it is
it will not let me
let you go this time.
A suicide saved.I found her in the bathtub, once,A suicide saved. in Free Verse More Like This
and as I hauled her out by her shivering
arms all I said was
"you look beautiful in red."
As though a compliment could somehow
lighten the mood.
I've Changed (Yeah right)I've Changed (Yeah right):I've Changed (Yeah right) in Free Verse More Like This
You know, I tell myself everday,
That I'm going to change - that I'll be different.
'This isn't the same; I'm not the same,' that's what I tell myself...
As I sit in front of the computer, praying time doesn't move.
Coward, you're weak and you'll always be weak! You bloody disgrace...
I pick up some new magazine, get inspired,
'I want to be like that guy,' is what I think to myself.
I give it a try for two or three days - I quit.
Same old shit again...
Making up excuses? It's what you always do, you gutless wonder...
I try to reach out with my hands,
Seeking something, anything that I can find to help myself hold on...
But I don't find it - I just find myself,
Sinking back down into the same black swamp - I'm drowning.
Awww, what's the matter? You gonna cry, you gonna cry?
Yeah, I've hit rock bottom,
And you know what? It feels pretty damn good down here.
Nice, warm, comfortable, familiar.
No pressure, no problems - just like everb
She's Not Your ToyShe's Not Your Toy:She's Not Your Toy in Free Verse More Like This
Mmm, it's okay sweetie
Just stay quiet
It'll all be over soon...
Creaking springs and quiet eyes
Cold without emotion
The smell of fear is mixed with sweat
Breath like a churning ocean
The waves and tide will push and pull
as water fills the cave
The heart longs to stop itself
when there is nothing left to save
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday dear Jenna
Happy birthday to you...
A shock of pain brings her back to the present
The muscular form above her contracting in the dark
She remembers now that her limbs are pinned
but she would not move them anyway...
Happy birthday sweetheart, you're older now
You've grown up well haven't you...
A single shuddering thrust means that everything has ended
and once again a wet worm is pressed to her lips
The weight lifts from her body, leaving red marks around the wrists
limbs denied blood begin to buzz softly as the silence suffocates
She will not move from here, because i
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
I Comfort MyselfWith a warm drink, whispering secrets to my own reflection.I Comfort Myself in Free Verse More Like This
The struggles that plague me, though none may know,
Are only for the ears of my quiet mirror, who smiles
Softly, warmly and with care. He tells me, I'm fine
I've done well for now and soon I may finally rest.
Though the silence continues to press upon me,
Weighing upon my soul like an iron crate.
Still I find comfort in whispering secrets,
If only to my own reflection - holding a warm drink...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 17th October 2012
Machine ManMachine Man:Machine Man in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It began with but a simple command, "to do as we are told".
Never to deviate from this path - never to nurture the soul.
We are told that we are given a purpose; "a part of something great!"
Yet why oh why am I so weary of that which is my fate?
Am I an error, a single anomaly, unable to feel intact?
Or am I missing some special attribute - a facet which I lack.
In a society made of fleshed machines; robots wearing skin,
Perhaps I'm simply seeking something, to fill this metal tin.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 16th November 2012
You Left Me StrongerYou Left Me Stronger:You Left Me Stronger in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Hey there, it's been awhile, do you remember me?
I guess you might not, since I wasn't very important to you.
You know, I spent so many days thinking about - what I did wrong
I questioned if maybe, I was at fault or if I was screwed up.
I thought a lot about the things you said...
The things that were my fault, my problems.
I took them to heart at first, but then I realised you were wrong.
I realised that you are selfish and ugly on the inside.
On the surface you pretended to care, but like a cancer;
You amputate someone the moment you think they've gone bad.
You hide from the rigours of life and only emerge like a parasite
When everything is good - when everything is fine and dandy.
I used to think that I was afraid of you leaving,
But now I know, that you've left me stronger than I was before.
You know, this was supposed to be an emotional whine; an emotional spill,
Maybe I was supposed to cry tears and beg you to come back, but you know wha
Letting Go of YouLetting Go of You:Letting Go of You in Free Verse More Like This
You abandoned me in the past
without so much as a proper goodbye
One day you simply chose to walk out the door
and you never did come back...
I was angry then, hurting badly
I wondered if I was in some way inadequate
I wondered if you left because I am so easy to despise
and eventually my sorrow turned to anger
I wanted to become great
to show you that you made the wrong choice
to take my strength and throw it in your face
just so you would regret it
But then I saw how happy you were...
In the time we've been apart
You've made a new life for yourself
You've found someone who loves and treasures you
and upon seeing that, my anger faded...
Your smile, that which I fell in love with
is more radiant now than the morning sun
a gentle blush upon your fair cheeks
takes my breath away, just as it did so long ago
Of course, I don't hold any hope for us to be friends
I don't think that it would be appropriate for me to come back
but perhaps one day, if
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
This is All About YouThis Is All About You:This is All About You in Free Verse More Like This
Most people giving you advice, might take a quote from a book
Most people giving you advice, have never had a real look
So from someone who's been watching, let me lay my heart bare
I want to show you all the special things, about the girl for whom I care
She always does her very best, no matter how tough the task
Even when she's struggling, she puts on a brave mask
She's always trying to learn new things, just for a chance to make you proud
She can be a little bit quiet, but I think that's better than being loud
She's not the very best in sports, I know she can be kind of a klutz
But she smiles and goes on anyway, now that takes a lot of guts...
She gets embarassed pretty easily and gets far too nervous to talk
But I know she'd like it if we held hands, whenever we went for a walk
She doesn't need a lot of pretty things, she just wants someone who cares
I bet she'd like to have someone, whom she knew would always be there
I remember when she tried to cook
Practice Poem - Poor Little TimmyPractice Poem - Poor Little Timmy:Practice Poem - Poor Little Timmy in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Down into well, poor Timmy fell,
Down he fell into the pits of hell.
Brought into hell by an eldritch spell,
Poor little Timmy who fell down the well.
Alone he cowered and shivered and shook,
He shook for hours, so long it took,
So long it took for him to feel well,
Well enough to explore this hell...
Through pathways littered with scenes most gory;
Most gory indeed was little Timmy's story,
A story of fear and suffering defined,
Poor little Timmy, he ran out of time...
Now then, I think I'll go welcome my little guest...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 14th December 2012
AstrologicalI have lost myself toAstrological in Free Verse More Like This
Venus & Mars,
tangled in their mismatched limbs.
Just dream dust & shattered prayers
begging for a new set of skin
(she can't remember where she orbits).
Pluck these fractured wings;
the Sun & Moon no longer ache
to see me fly in their luster.
AbsenceShe used to lie awake all nightAbsence in Free Verse More Like This
consuming letters with voracity;
it was the utopian lair she created
to slip away from the turbulent world.
Only too soon she learned
that you can't always hide
within parchment crevices.
(reality always finds you)
Even now, when she yearns to fall between printed canyons,
she can't help but curse those passive and lethargic days;
"It's too damn easy to fall in love with words on a page."
Ode to BrasOh bra, dear bra,Ode to Bras in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
such close friends we are.
Never straying by my side,
never going far.
But bra, dear bra,
I must confess it this day:
At times you can be painful,
and my skin tends to flay.
Oh bra, dear bra,
why must you be so conflicting?
Meant to hold up females modestly,
yet force us into awkward itching.
So bra, dear bra,
I am afraid I must ask:
For being such a wondrous garment,
why must you be such an ass?
Oh bra, dear bra,
so tenacious around our chests.
Would it kill your rigid fabric
to alleviate our suffering breasts?
Yes bra, dear bra,
I mean my words today.
Kindly stop your aches and pains
or a dirty game I'll be forced to play.
Oh bra, dear bra,
I wish it this truth to not be so.
If only you were reasonable
and rid us of our feminine woe.
For every goodbye I ever gave,there is a void that has yet to be filled.For every goodbye I ever gave, in Free Verse More Like This
probably don't remember when
we stayed up all night counting
stars or how this world
We were our own gods.
The day your faith died
was the day your mother whispered
"He's living with her now" and you
long enough to forget I was standing
Fast forward to
we locked eyes in whitewashed
written in the creases of
your skin like narcotic
borderlines between living and
acting and you could only
pretend like I wasn't
whisper in the wind
that reminded you
of being human once upon a
For the love of
all the smoke in your lungs and the
ache in my heart,
I hope you know who you are now.
-My mind- in Free Verse More Like This
s h u t u p.
Too many "fuck you's"
that morph into
drip off this
Try and make it better. Fail. Try again. Break down.
So many faults
that seem to just
turn me into someone
Look into the mirror. See nothing but a clone. Fabrication. No longer me.
I stare and want
to break that glass
so that I can also
b r e a k.
Try and say something. Turns into nothing but rage. Take it out on you.
This shattered heart
only wants to make it
and become one again.
"I want to hate you."
"But I can't."
"So I hate me instead."
"But why won't this stop?"
"Why can't you make it stop?"
"...it's not my fault."
Say what you want to say. Honest brutality.
"H E L P M E"
It's time for me to
s h u t u p.
untitled.shut up.untitled. in Free Verse More Like This
just because you
hide behind pretty
words & stone smiles doesn't
mean i'm going to do the
i have the soul of a
& when i run
with the wolves,
no longer matters.
all my demons out
the next time you attempt
be ready & waiting.
handle with carethere are 206 bones in thehandle with care in Free Verse More Like This
human body. it only takes one good
squeeze and your neck can snap as
easily as a twig.
once, when i was at the grocery
store, i came across a crate of
peaches. they were on sale because
every single one was bruised and it
made me think, "we're all just pieces of fruit
left to rot. as soon as we've been dropped on the
floor, no one wants to help us back up."
i've forgotten how to think in poetics.
three months ago i would have
compared people to roses. pretty little petals
that can be crushed with just
one little pinch and thorny stems that
whisper "don't touch me."
i think we're more like
together like suffocating sardines in tiny
wooden boxes decorated with red
paint announcing across the sides
"danger: this side up."
broken dreams and invisible heartstringsEvery morning,broken dreams and invisible heartstrings in Free Verse More Like This
she wakes up to a
hollow chest & stormy,
red rimmed eyes.
It's so easy to be in love
with being in love;
swallowing fake truths
& sincere lies.
But her heart—
it forgot how to smile
two years ago,
because no one can tell
the difference between
imitations & reality.
please find me;
I'm lost between the cracks of
Desperate to breathe
yet wondering how it would feel
she's never belonged
in this universe.
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,
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 make it your own."
WhisperI want to create an aromatic sea of jasminesWhisper in Free Verse More Like This
and stardust mountains of silver and —
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
Automatici.Automatic in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
"So where are you from?" The boy leans toward me, questions swimming in his eyes. I smile.
"Oh, I'm from Boston."
"No, I mean, where are you from?" My smile falters as I realize where this is going. It's an all-too familiar conversation, one I've been having since I was old enough to reply.
"Do you mean where was I born?"
"I was born in China."
"Do you speak Chinese?"
"Does your family speak Chinese?"
He looks befuddled. I sigh.
"Oh!" I see the light bulb over his head go off in a shower of sparks. "Do you know who your real parents are? Like, your real parents?" My temper flares. I stifle the urge to throw something.
"You mean my biological parents?"
"Oh." There's an awkward pause. I have learned to wait it out, to prepare my next automated response.
"When were you adopted?"
"When I was a year old."
"Did you live in an orphanage?"
"Like in Annie?"
Rolling my eyes seems appropriate.
"No, not l
BlueI am completely in blue today.Blue in General More Like This
"Rhapsody in Blue," you murmur. I shake my head.
"No, just blue."
"Nothing is 'just' anything with you."
Blue because it's the color of the sky when I'm happiest, water (the same shade as the sky), the cover of my favorite book-of-the-moment (I'm always reading something different), and my cousin's eyes.
Red is your favorite color because it's the color of autumn leaves, fire, your mother's hair, and the ink I'm using (it's smudging onto my hands).
We Summer Salt dizzily through the ocean tide. You find red coral and I find my blue water.
"Mix blue and red and what do you get?" I ask.
"Purple..." you answer hesitantly. I grin.
"I never really liked purple," I tell you.
You distract me by k
ScarJust a rumor...Scar in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Now a life.
Just a cut...
For me to hide.
Nothing special under the sleeves...
Just another way to identify me.
I have no attempt...
Not at all to cut a vein.
But just hope that i'll be healed by the rain.
Doubts travel in my mind...
I feel like what i'm doing is fine.
But there is a time where people cross the line.
And that time was mine.
I'm worth smaller than a dime...
People seem so blind,
I'm just that soul no one will ever find.
Suffer Like MeYou killed me,Suffer Like Me in Free Verse More Like This
I killed you.
I guess we are the same.
I think about you,
But you don't think about me.
I guess things aren't meant to be.
I'll walk away,
And force the thought in my head....
That we were never even something from the beginning.
But the beginning was really the end.
There's No Guideline To Being Depressed.You can smile when you are depressed,There's No Guideline To Being Depressed. in Free Verse More Like This
You can laugh just like the rest....
But you can't cry,
It's like a test...
In your door of bitterness.
You're so featherless..
You can't fly away....
It's so meaningless.
Stuck in random awkwardness,
And your fake adventurous ways.
Just throw it all away,
My Name Is A Suicidal Thought.Dear Whoever,My Name Is A Suicidal Thought. in Free Verse More Like This
I wanted to say sorry for being the person that I am.
It seems that I am isolated,
In this cold world....
I've came to the conclusion that there's nothing to live for.
Just like the first stage of a divorce.
I'm breaking up with myself.
I've chosen to leave this disgrace alone,
And neglect myself to suffer in these thoughts.
So whoever you are...
Just listen to my words.
And that is that I chose to leave this life,
It's always been in my thoughts....
Sorry to whoever cared.
Sorry to myself,
Because I know that one day I would have something to hope for to see a tomorrow.
But these are just thoughts.....
Something in my mind.
TimeI've gave it up.Time in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
The life that I once knew..
I'm giving up.
The time that just passes right before me.
No longer I wait..
It's too late.
Across the lake I float away,
Into whatever direction it brings me.
Sinking to the layer.
So I can reach where I belong..
Swept away into a place where no one will know me,
Is the perfect place to be.
I can no longer pretend that I'm alright..
But I'm gone.
I'm no longer...
It's Just A GameInside these dark-brown eyes,It's Just A Game in Free Verse More Like This
Twisted stories and lies.
That now make sense to me.
This time I know,
This time I cried.
Now I have found the monster inside of my bed at night.
12"This isn't you.",12 in Free Verse More Like This
But they don't understand the meaning of change.
The little baby girl you knew doesn't exist anymore.
The little controlled girl no one knew can't stand it anymore.
She's ran away,
But has found herself.
She's killed the little girl,
That took over her life.
AshamedMy feelings are staining,Ashamed in Free Verse More Like This
My control is breaking.
My heart is bleeding,
My head is aching.
And through the blood painted glass,
I have returned.
I looked through to where things were empty.
I searched my feelings that was thirsty....
And I stared at my arm that remained bloody.
And still the glass was in my hands...
And still my promise became broken.
Choices Are Really Forces.I have no pride,Choices Are Really Forces. in Free Verse More Like This
All I want is to hide.
This face I see in the mirror,
Was not what I could decide.
They asked if I cut again...
And I lied.
Maybe they'd understand why...
If they knew the guilt that stays inside.
I looked into their eyes,
And felt like I was going to die.
But how could they be so blind?
It's hurting me...
It's killing me.....
But its still what I decide.
Teach Me To Love MeInside this heart, I made these scars.Teach Me To Love Me in Free Verse More Like This
Inside this soul, I've fallen apart.
The voices are taking over.
The time has come again.
That emptiness I felt has taken its form,
And I no longer have control.
Softly I cry,
Quiet noises so no one can hear.
And if they do,
They will not say a thing,
Because they do not understand the pain,
And how it hurts to just stay here.
They do not care......
They were the same ones that left you alone,
When they knew the enemy was yourself.
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.
You.You told me onceYou. in Free Verse More Like This
you would break my stars,
tear them from the sky and devour them
s l o w l y.
I neglected to tell you
they all had their own feelings
and your bruises form my own constellation
in the quiet valleys of my firefly skin.
I am the milky way.
And you, my sweet-
You are nothing more
than a dead star
with a pretty name.
Show me what the stars look like tonight.I’ve fallen in love with wars & darkness.Show me what the stars look like tonight. in Free Verse More Like This
The kind of darkness said to have made
shadow monsters of seen-too-much eyes
& the kind of war lands made of
desecrated, dandelion wrists.
I am the wind, the morphine pump
& I’ve carved my bones into stars.
I wear them around my neck
like outward sun marrow
warming my carotid pulse.
These little glow-in-the-dark blankets
aren’t enough to stifle the sounds;
but my anatomy never seemed to fit
together the right way anyway.
No wander about it, just lust.You were a mid-morning train wreck,No wander about it, just lust. in Free Verse More Like This
the embodiment of poetry.
& my clavicles whispered too many nothings
about your summer storm hands,
folding like paper cranes
to make wishes upon themselves.
wishes are for the weak-
do something about this quaking heart
& freezing fingers.
I think I found God then,
Never trust ladies with scythes for smiles.i.Never trust ladies with scythes for smiles. in Free Verse More Like This
these god-hands are barbwire's,
snagging & scarring everything
black tongue bleeding sweet ichor
along the guarded walls
of skeletal frames.
'i want to taste heaven.
it rests there,
just beneath your bones.'
he is a
made of scythes & scalpels,
sewn together with weak thread.
and she is a borrowed tree.
lips that beg, & limbs that snare
will carry him to his grave.
'shh, my sweet-
close your eyes, &
i'll sacrifice you to the heavens.'<i>
It tastes like love.I could speak of her in riddles,It tastes like love. in Free Verse More Like This
in aged, anatomy textbook terminology-
but, I wont.
You see, I cuffed this angel to my bedpost.
I sank my teeth into feathers she wore like a cage
and asked if I was dreaming, because Love,
you're not holding me. If you only knew the you in my head,
every night--tearing with these heavenly fingers
at the cracks in my sanity- you would allow me this!
Her tongue tastes my tears; nails clawing, clawing, clawing-
she takes away my pain,
but she doesn't belong to me either.
"We are but wolves.
Tell me, what does my blood taste like?"
Poets have the loneliest hearts.I drink morphinePoets have the loneliest hearts. in Free Verse More Like This
like peach tea;
down 6 pills by morning
just to keep my mind
& I know I can go days
without speaking a word
I want a moon shy girl
with wolves at her back,
bite mark ankles &
a bottle of writer’s tears
tucked under one arm.
I want to be end of the war
kisses bruised into her hipbones;
the epilogue written over her
With these wisteria limbs
February cold, &
these weak lungs
exhaling coralline whispers,
I’ve got a tongue for words
but still have no idea how to love
a universe girl.
Depression like lipstick stainsOn some days,Depression like lipstick stains in Free Verse More Like This
you are the angel dust
settled in my bones
keeping these December limbs
& Sunday-morning-coffee eyes
But, other days-
other days, I don't know
what to do
with your tornado kisses,
rage teeth that bite
& tear at my poetic insanity.
With these miles and miles
of bodies & hollow space
between our magnetic hearts-
How is it that these light-year pulses
still beat in sync?
ConstellationShe is dream dust,Constellation in Free Verse More Like This
too bitter or wise
for her own good.
A timeless dragon's soul
somewhere inside a
scaled shell, burning
the silence in her bones
alive, honeysuckle sweet.
She collects fireflies only to
set them free at 3am,
crying to an uncaring moon.
& she's begging for the stars
to take her away,
make this house a home
rigged in the sky.
She is already naked fever
swimming through the cosmos
& I orbit her.
Therapists, I don't like their taste.i.Therapists, I don't like their taste. in Free Verse More Like This
in 7th grade
i didn’t know depression
until she told me her name,
carving forever scratches
along my limbs like
little love notes on the bark
of a tree.
she stole my rings
and left me hollow.
i had only ever met anxiety
in passing, until one day
he handed me power and told me
to hurt someone else with it.
with an uncontrollable
quivering in my fingers,
he whispered, “ to survive,
you must learn quickly.”
as i shoved the bevel of a needle
into a strangers arm.
so, if a therapist
could talk away my scars
like iodine disinfects,
guide the ships
through the storm of my mind
like a lighthouse-
instead of pills,
if a therapist could
give me the strength
i might just
take my chances.
i'm not an artistwe do not belong in boxesi'm not an artist in Free Verse More Like This
and bags and books or
and we do not sit contently
in wordsworth and shakespeare
and blake, burns, and brownings
or in the cold stiff bones
of raleigh's of long ago;
detect, and re-select
a virus--a disease,
a germ in every verse and line;
the first signs of
foolish waitings under
bridges and scolding parents
and nothing to signify at all
we are the blood of nations
and the heart of men
and the love of every
rhetorist and sentimist
we dance through the ballrooms of
the age and chat with
we shake hands with heros
and the homeless, dirty
type that gum over 'hello's
we are and aren't and will be
silly verse and
naive philosophers and sweet oxymorons
waving hello from the shore;
forever onward and never ending
like the stars in an
will you ever learn to love yourselfshe was deadwill you ever learn to love yourself in Free Verse More Like This
before she hit the ground
frazzled & 60 percent water
or whatever you call them
brimming on the bus & never
haven’t you ever seen clouds before?’
she threw a handful of stones
sinking like balloons
a hungry ghost
tracing the outline
of a breaking surface
all of your lives have been addictsmy catall of your lives have been addicts in Free Verse More Like This
my front porch
into a graveyard
as if to say:
this is what we need
she tried to lick my claws
back to hands
& I said to her:
"I do not have 9 lives
to spend on the bathroom floor
with 13-hour insomnia
can't we just kill the mockingbirds
pull the concrete
out of our throats
& get this dying
she's got 8 lives down
& doesn't answer questions twice
I do not like you poetsI do not like you poetsI do not like you poets in Free Verse More Like This
breathing into my sorry head
like the air hasn't been wasted a half-a-million times
folding up my lungs
to place them neatly into a wastebasket
how can you make me stop hurting
& then just leave me
a limp lettuce leaf
on the backside of some dirty napkin verse
I am not the jealous type
but I'm going to call up Melpomene & ask her where she's been
send her drunk texts
because I'm too tired of filling up my skull
with cicada skins instead of led
while you make it all too easy
to sleep through a heartattack or two
my pygmalion, my god, my thing of legends
when you were being taught the siren's song
was I writing myself a migraine?
PeakShirtless in bed,Peak in Free Verse More Like This
on a lonely
An impatient man
Words For WordsI know for a factWords For Words in Free Verse More Like This
that when I'm no longer sick
the words will stop coming.
I will stop becoming
close to a writer.
But you don't want that,
and neither do I.
ClenchGood movements andClench in Free Verse More Like This
from a second story
Oil from the fingers
with the walls-
words that break up
easily, calmly and
without argument or
pulling out the muscle fibers
in your wrists,
worse than handcuffs
in a concrete room.
Now listen to this:
I want you calm and
a timid spider
touches the edge of
a sugary cola drop
from the lips parting for light.
I want you without predation.
I want you with forgiveness
the mountains have gone dry
and sleepy from
watching over the hills.
so very cold.
I want you broken
and untouched by man.
Without faith. Undirected
rage, a passion for
the romantic wars.
The warmth comes close
but is stopped at the edge of the skin.
With every breath my life is given off
as moisture and heat and words and air,
you cannot take this from me.
And whispers, and everything.
I want you to tremble
when the amber shatters
and black bugs spill out with syrup on their
He Tripped Out The Front DoorWrite a happy storyHe Tripped Out The Front Door in Free Verse More Like This
for once. She tells me.
he tripped out the
front door of his
for the last time.
That isn't happy,
But it certainly
So what could it
There was red on the trees
in early winter,
and you could hear laughter
if you thought it was there.
She tells me.
I could taste it
in my throat.
DryingThere is a book of matchesDrying in Free Verse More Like This
on my floor here,
somewhere behind the
shelves of paper and wires
coiled in the corners.
And it always smells a little bit
like smoke and ink in here
especially when I open the window;
put myself on display
for a street where
only strangers walk by.
I am an old, tired zoo animal
and the kids don't even tap
on my glass anymore.
CeruleanEven the waves had been tamed,Cerulean in Free Verse More Like This
and nature lost its classical romance,
when the waters asked permission
to darken and hold the sands.
HephaestusWe had this neighborHephaestus in Free Verse More Like This
when I was a boy,
he was a bit
younger than I was,
rented the house
He would come over,
step over the knee-high
He would promise to
show us how
Daylight from our
He had us gather
all the petals
that had fallen
from our flowers.
And once we had
picked up all
the petals, he
cupped his hands
and threw them
in the air.
I was disappointed,
I expected him to
pull a lighter out
and for some
in the flowers to
He threw them up
again, and I still
lower_casei have not read enough poetrylower_case in Free Verse More Like This
and i am not one to muse
or maybe think
but i do have
i am one student in a freshman course
why so many poets use only
is it artistic
is it sexy
to write as if
you do nothing but whisper
i want to be loud
the survivors of death
to remember me
i will not mutter
like a fetus
perhaps there is
nothing to this
but there is value
in knowing how to yell
and in absolute
GaspThere was noGasp in Free Verse More Like This
she pressed her
lips to his
Foam OverI know her secret:Foam Over in Free Verse More Like This
she has no bile
or sweat or blood.
She's just cloth draped over
soft cloth, it is what
the edges of my hands remember,
recanting dreamily to each other.
I have made her dirty with affection.
We both are waiting for sunshine
to foam over the hills.
If you lay down in the park long enough,
someone will pick you up. Even without hope,
someone will pick you up. Even without hope,
someone will not let you lie there and burn.