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Hold On"Hold On"Hold On in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Come on, kid
Please don't disappear
We have a better place for you
That's far away from here
You have to get better
We always wanted a son
Let the medicine run it's course
This battle is not yet won
I know you're not breathing
The doctors told me why
They told me you're not leaving
And maybe you could die
There are plenty who love you
Waiting at our home
Mommy fixed your crib
This bed is not a throne
This is the third time I've been
In a hospital this year
The others didn't go well
I lost many who were dear
I ran away to find myself
Because I was once lost
I needed to see what was important
Paths were so criss-crossed
But I'v
Star Shine"Star Shine"Star Shine in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The moon is rising once again
And here you are, my dear best friend
Take my hand and feel my grace
Let's make haste and leave no trace
In this gentle night of calm
Place your hand onto my arms
Through the trees there is this space
Heaven watches; we embrace
Feel the passion; just imagine
All the good things that can happen
Like a dream, I'll paint the scene
As we follow star shine's beam
Let's keep walking; always talking
Ignore the shadows haunt and stalking
I'm not complaining that it's raining
The scene is stunning like a painting
Don't look back onto your past
Leave it like a ripped up rag
Eyes are focused on this time
T
Hall Of Mirrors"Hall Of Mirrors"Hall Of Mirrors in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I was once thrown into a hall of mirrors
Surrounding me on every side
I was forced to look deep into my soul
For I had not a place to hide
Every mirror reflected someone different
Some versions were fat or thin
Each version had different color eyes
But none revealed the person within
Some versions were short or tall
Some had me in a tie and suit
Some had me in a summertime shirt
But none revealed the person I knew
Every mirror showed different contrast
And different objects floating in space
Some reflections were lighter than others
But none helped reflect my own face
So finally down on hands and knees
I asked desperat
Morning Light“Morning Light”Morning Light in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
These hills that I’ve traversed
Within each and every verse
Have led me to believe
In all the things I see
And where I am right now
I could never imagine how
I have gotten myself to stand
On my own two feet again
I thought I could never dream
Or at least in what I mean
Or maybe this is fake
And these thoughts I can not shake
So sad and unaware
Bad thoughts are always there
Floating in my head
Taunting me instead
I don’t want to be naïve
And believe in what I see
But this thing called pressure
Is more than I can measure
Anxiety never disappears
Even though the ones I fear
Have finally gone away
I st
Galaxies And Seas"Galaxies And Seas"Galaxies And Seas in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
We exist to wonder
About the galaxies and seas
Solutions always vague
About how they came to be
We ponder the Egyptians
The sphinxes and their marks
How the earth can rotate
Why there's night and dark
We ponder over mountains
And the cracks that fall between
Serenity and misery
Nothing's ever like it seems
We lay our heads in beds
And over-thinking brings
Love and hate and remorse
And why we feel such things
We live in speculation
In fear of the unknown
We blindly make decisions
And then reap what we have sewn
Fires burn like cancer
We contain the treasures
Space exceeds forever
Still we find no answer
We are always
Curtain Call“Curtain Call”Curtain Call in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
On a corner of a block lies a theater with a stage
For twenty dollars audiences sit like mice in a cage
Watching actors personify characters they are not
Understanding metaphors and subtle nuisances in plots
Except for this play the actors have vanished
Craving an encore the audience is famished
The actors have taken leave; the director walked out the door
The orchestra section is empty for they will play no more
There is no phantom; there is no opera
The sopranos can not sing; the tenors concur
The scripts are ripped, the actors have no direction
The villains have quit for they lack motivation
The curtains
Learning To Fly“Learning To Fly”Learning To Fly in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Deep within a forest's workings
Lay creatures of the night slowly lurking
And nestled within branches of the trees
Lies little birds grouped in threes
Though so young to their mothers' delight
They decided their birds are ready for flight
But not every bird is geared to leave the nest
In fact many of the birds cry in protest
Meanwhile gathered together on the ground below
Are vicious animals lurking to and fro
Ready to devour the ones who fail
To successfully take to the skies and sail
No sooner do the birds begin to fly
Do many of the birds' flights turn awry
Crashing into every obstacle on their route
While t
Hunchback"Hunchback"Hunchback in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
So much that I've done wrong
Always believing it's bad to be me
That I'll never amount to anything
Despite what I've already achieved
So much I can't control
No matter what cards I'm dealt
If I'm a product of my environment
Then why do I blame myself?
So much negativity
Was throw in my direction
It's no wonder I frown
On my unworthy reflection
So what if I've made mistakes?
That only shows I'm imperfect
Show me one human who's divine
And I'll shake his hand with respect
Still when darkness falls
And I sit here in the cold
i know I could do so much better
I know I can be so much more
One day, I'll show them
Everyone who laugh
Maiden By The Bay“Maiden By The Bay”Maiden By The Bay in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Every now and then across the water at night
A lady can be seen dressed in long silky white
She dances along the water as elusive as a bird
Her beauty so astounding I can not put into words
Her movements so graceful they shift the moon’s release
On the gravity of the earth; every crevice and crease
If the world were to fall apart around her piece by piece
Her dancing would never cease but only increase
And I wait for every day to end so I can say
I have seen this great maiden by the bay
The flowers enveloping her sing in harmony with the bees
The trees bend their barks and their branches tease
The ne
We're Not Crazy"We're Not Crazy"We're Not Crazy in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sometimes I used to think I was crazy
But I could never really tell
For was it wrong to have suicidal tendencies
Even when everything was going well?
Was it crazy to cry alone in the dark
Believing things would never change?
Believing darkness consumed my heart
And my life would be the same?
Was it crazy to stay up all night drinking coffee
Just so I could sleep all day
Just so I wouldn't face the people
Who used me and threw me away?
Crazy people don't know they're crazy
Or at least they aren't meant to know
I can only speculate if this is true or not
But that's how the cliche goes
But then I started thinking
Maybe it'
Train to NowhereI'm on a train,Train to Nowhere in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
going nowhere,
Can't see through the rain,
I try not to care.
It's moving too fast,
but how do i slow?
Am I running from my past,
or just eager to go?
I know I should stop,
try to get a grip,
but this train is on lock,
and my sanity begins to slip.
Would it be so bad to ride,
to let this train go on?
We all know that I lied,
that I'm too far gone.
I can never be me,
no matter how I try.
Can't you see?
This has all been a lie.
So I'll sit and relax,
let the train run.
Maybe the train will crash.
Wouldn't that be fun?
Little StarYou think you're the star,Little Star in Free Verse More Like This
Flying way up high.
Nothing can touch you.
You own the sky.
Your colors are bright,
no one shines brighter.
You're number one....
till you go a bit higher.
Farther in the sky,
there are stars that shine true,
and you cannot compare.
You're just little old you.
Those stars are huge.
You'll never compare.
Don't even try.
Don't even dare.
You're small and weak.
They're big and strong.
Your shine is meek,
and theirs is long.
So just give up.
There's nothing to do.
You're not good enough,
yes, it's true.
Wait, no.
It's not true at all.
Those stars may be big,
but keep standing tall.
You're a star too,
no matter th
My Soul to KeepHeart beats fast,My Soul to Keep in Free Verse More Like This
fingers tapping,
nerves are stretching,
so close to snapping.
Try to calm down.
Take a deep breath,
feel so weak,
so close to death.
Nervously shaking,
and the clock's ticking slow.
When will it be over?
When's my time to go?
Can't wait,
about to break.
God, I'm here,
my soul to take.
Take it now.
I'm really done,
tired of fighting,
don't want to run.
I just want to rest,
just want to sleep,
take me forever,
my soul to keep.
My SongThe music swirls all around,My Song in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
till all I hear is the joyous sound,
twirling, spinning, moving me,
and the endless notes are all I see.
The beat becomes my hearts own.
I feel as though the light has shown,
and all the sadness fades away,
and I finally see a happier day.
My lips part, and I sing along
To such a redeeming, beautiful song.
These moments come and go too fast.
I enjoy them greatly as they last.
I laugh in glee.
I feel so free.
What magic is this,
this utter bliss?
Stay with me, my pretty song,
with you the days don't seem so long.
With you I am so filled with hope,
I know with you, somehow I'll cope.
Together we'll stay.
You'll
My Immortal FriendWhere are you,My Immortal Friend in Free Verse More Like This
my sweetest friend?
When did our friendship
come to an end?
I don't remember much,
but I know you're there.
I can feel your presence,
heavy in the air.
My immortal soul,
you should be gone.
Your heart stopped beating.
Your time is done.
And yet you stay,
unseen but not unknown.
Do you still recognize me?
I know I've grown.
Were you always here,
or did you just come back?
Why can't I see you?
Is there something I lack?
He sees you though.
I know it's true.
His innocent eyes
always pointed towards you.
Are you his friend now?
What happened to me?
Did we have a fight?
Just let me see.
I don't understand.
What went wrong?
W
Time To GoYou climbed all the way up,Time To Go in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
just to fall so far down.
You're screaming in fear,
but no one hears a sound.
And as you fall into the dark,
that you fought so hard to ignore,
you begin to realize
this is what you've waited for.
As your heart goes cold,
and you no longer feel,
you smile just slightly,
hope this is real.
No more fighting,
no more screams,
say good-bye
to all the bad dreams.
You'll be alone now,
what you've always wanted.
Your fears can no longer reach.
You'll never again be haunted.
So smile as the darkness
wraps you up tight.
Embrace the cold touch,
ignore all the light.
You'll be happier here,
this I know.
Soon I'll join y
TightropeI don't look down,Tightrope in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
don't look back,
ignore the chills
all down my back.
I can feel their arms,
steady at my sides,
my truest hopes,
my loving guides.
They keep me on track,
no need for fear.
I've got them for comfort,
my friends so dear.
But sometimes one fades,
their arms tired and annoyed,
and I'll start to slip,
my balance destroyed.
I need them both,
or surely I'll go,
down down down,
ruining the show.
As long as I have them,
I'll keep going on,
until I figure this out,
until the tightrope is gone.
Truest HomeI took my mask off,Truest Home in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
showed my true face,
but you threw it back at me,
called me a disgrace.
No one wants to see.
No one wants to hear
about my hopes and dreams,
my memories and fear.
They'd rather I stayed quiet,
shy and in my place,
but I can't stay behind.
I want to run the race.
"No!" They cry.
Stay where you belong.
No one wants to hear
your misery song.
So crawl back in the dark,
with your monsters and fear.
Sit there quietly,
year after year.
Never going to get out,
never going to get free.
This is where I belong.
This is the truest home for me.
You didn't dare.She smiled,You didn't dare. in Concrete Poetry More Like This
but it was fake.
She laughed,
but she's about to break.
She reached out,
but no one came,
tried to fake it,
but the pain stayed the same.
This girl, she called to you,
but you didn't care.
Something told you to help,
but you didn't dare.
What would the others say?
The ones who called her a freak.
They may taunt or shun you,
so you choose not to speak.
Then she decides to leave.
Because no one wants her here.
You'll never see her cry.
She'll never shed another tear.
I Met MeToday I met a girl,I Met Me in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and she asked, "How are you?"
"Just fine," I replied.
She said, "No, tell me what's true."
Perplexed, I stopped and stared.
She was young, no older than eight.
Her eyes were still innocent.
They knew no hate.
"What did you say?"
I asked in confusion.
"You know what I mean," she said.
This girl was in a delusion.
Trying to be kind,I replied,
"No I do not."
She frowned and replied,
"You lie quite a lot."
Now I was agitated.
What does this girl know?
Acting like she's so intelligent.
I'll just tell her to go.
"Let me explain!"
She exclaimed in haste.
"I know you're not alright.
I know you feel misplaced."
What?
How in
It's My LifeLeave me alone.It's My Life in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I get inspiration from my depression.
I find bravery,
In my regression.
The cuts on my wrist,
Are a pattern of inspriration.
But others say,
They're an aberration.
Don't try to fix me.
This is who I am.
This is my life.
To change it,
I'll be damned.
I refuse to be changed.
So good luck trying.
On the surface, I look happy,
But inside I am dying.
Give it a rest,
And let it be.
You should give up.
You can't fix me.
The Shams of What RemainsMorals are so hard to cling to,The Shams of What Remains in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When everyone's doing drugs.
Crimes are committed everywhere,
And everyone's a thug.
Being a virgin isn't a virtue,
You hide it away with shame.
Yet while all of drink and smoke,
Proudly I proclaim,
Alcohol, I know not the taste.
Smoking, I do scorn.
I shall not look,
While away you waste,
Looking so forlorn.
I am my own person,
And my morals I hold dear.
I quietly sit at home,
While my friends win "Stupidest Decision of the Year."
Though I'm not perfect,
And I'll never claim to be.
My peace of mind is worth it,
So I'll be true,
To me.
The MonsterI can't trust;The Monster in Free Verse More Like This
I can't love you.
The monster,
It's overpowering.
I'm not strong enough;
It has invaded me.
Every organ,
Every cell,
Every molecule,
Has been destroyed,
And taken over by something that isn't human.
It has to be something else;
It has to.
I wouldn't cut myself.
I wouldn't hate myself,
Or starve myself,
Or lose myself in a sea of hatred,
Of bloodlust,
And sorrow.
Would I?
Can'tCan't whiteout my mistakes,Can't in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Can't erase them from the page.
Can't shake my past,
Try though I may.
Can t run from you,
Wish I could.
Can't make myself happy,
Know I should.
Can't smile,
Have to frown.
I can't stay up,
I have to bring myself down.
I do,
But I don't.
Is it can't,
Or is it won't?
A Perfect DayThe rain is pouring;A Perfect Day in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I don't know what to say.
I'm actually not depressed today.
The birds are silent,
And Mulan is on.
Where have the scars and nightmares gone?
Are they in the closet?
Under the bed?
Where have they gone?
Why have they fled?
You know what?
I don't care.
All that matters,
Is that they aren't there.
I'll grab a blanket,
Take a nap.
Eat some cereal,
Curl up with the cat.
Enjoy this time,
Until it's gone.
So let me sit down,
And put my happy face on.
How We Shall ChangeI choose ignorance;How We Shall Change in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I choose bliss.
The things you told me,
I do not miss.
I'm better now,
Because I'm alive.
What I heard from you,
Made it hard to survive.
I'm calm,
Collected.
My temper has changed,
My heart fixed;
It's pieces rearranged.
You asked me if I was blind;
I just chose not to look.
I used to read;
And YOU were my last book.
The Story We KnowRun, Dorothy, run,The Story We Know in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Like you've never run before.
Hurry,
Don't wait!!
Oz will shut the door!
Tin Man needs a heart;
Cowardly Lion needs some courage.
Scarecrow needs some brains,
Oz needs your words.
Dorothy,
With those red slippers,
The Wicked Witch will chase now.
You angered her,
Ruined her,
Crushed her sister with your house.
Glenda,
The Good Witch,
Can only protect you for so long.
See?
See now?
She's gone.
Tim Man has heart,
Cowardly Lion crus on the floor,
Scarecrow is just straw.
Why'd you let Oz shut the door?
Dear Heavenly FatherOne day,Dear Heavenly Father in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I will love myself.
Why can't that be today?
I really think I could do it,
Someone just needs to show me the way.
I need a friend,
I need a hero,
Someone whose always there.
I need a savior,
I need a redeemer,
Someone whose with me everywhere.
I need a friend,
I need a hero,
I really need some advice.
Anybody,
Anywhere,
Can you save my life?
Sucker PunchLying on my back,Sucker Punch in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Why don't you kick me while I'm down?
I know your temptation,
I can see it in your frown.
Kick me in the face,
I've come back from worse.
Don't you dare worry,
Here comes my hearse.
Leave me here to die,
All alone in this room.
You know that I'm not strong.
I don't see light through the gloom.
Toss down a piece of rope,
And give me a wooden chair.
I see a ceiling beam,
And you see me dangling there
Working for my happiness,
Now it's come down to this.
I've done all I can do,
And I've blown my last kiss.
Dark Sadistic Muse:Dark Sadistic Muse:Dark Sadistic Muse: in Free Verse More Like This
I seat myself before the computer,
With fingers poised over fading keys.
Eagerly awaiting my latest epic;
Yet frozen by a lack of inspiration.
Here I sit, staring at the blank document.
The dark background mirroring the world behind me.
I swallow hard as my body locks;
Hairs tense as I sense her arrival...
Slender fingers soon wrap themselves around my throat.
With claw-like nails digging in painfully,
They prick the skin that lies just beneath my Adam’s apple;
Leaving me nursing a rather painful necklace.
"Your hands aren't moving," she coos softly,
Her clawed fingers gently stroking my chin.
"Why is that, I won
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
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
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.
Posers...
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 monst
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 wonderin
Into The Mental AbyssInto The Mental Abyss:Into The Mental Abyss in Free Verse More Like This
To the edge of the very abyss I have travelled.
With worn feet, gone bloodied and bare;
Dragged upon stones that stretch like sharpened spines,
Leaving tattered spoils of flesh in my wake...
Even so, I am incapable of halting;
Like a zombie, I remain numb and hypnotised.
Shambling ever onward, toward the glimmer of light.
Eager to be behold the 'she' that awaits me:
A wonderous wellspring of inspiration and knowledge;
Perfect, yet fragile, in both shape and form...
It is her majesty, her radiance,
That leaves me drained...
Alone in the depths, I am humbled and awed.
Yet the admiration that I feel soon turns corrupt
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
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
Where Angels PlayWhere Angels Play:Where Angels Play in Free Verse More Like This
A lonely spark appears before me tonight
amongst the struggles deep inside of me...
Should I give in, will I breathe in?
How much more can I be forced to take
before my soul breaks?
Shards crashing into me
letting me know I am alive
If only
I am barely breathing...
The moon lights my pathway
deep in dark, where we will fade
I've walked past the archway
Where angels will play...
The warmest touch, upon my skin
Wings that glow with sacred light, from deep within
They have come to take me back, to where I've been
Gone away into the winds, my voice forever lingering
Do I alone escape this and find my peace
wi
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
That Girl In The MirrorHappiness will remain forever out of reachThat Girl In The Mirror in Free Verse More Like This
When love from your life you omit
To the girl in the mirror; you are beautiful
Yet somehow you never quite fit
Not the girl they thought you’d turn out to be
When you were a neonate child
Born with a raging heart and a raging mind
But with a manner ever so mild
Your scars aren’t always visible to them
And not only hidden under attire
Lacerations to the mind are just as abhorrent
When memories and dreams conspire
So girl break the mirror if you have to
And reflect on your life as a whole
Do you really want to spend the rest of your days
Behind a façade of self control?
Please be strong
Only When I WriteThe drama unfurling in my lifeOnly When I Write in Free Verse More Like This
Feels like the shadow of my hand
That grows as it comes ever closer
To the light perched on my bed stand
In that I can feel the darkest cloud
Ever such a menacing sight
In time I can reverse the feeling
But only when I write
Seclusion left me with nothing
Apart from creativity
Loneliness it turns out, my friends
Is quite the aperitif
For the feast that is awaiting me
If I make it through the night
Tomorrow always brings me new hope
But only when I write
You approach me on a good day
And I will offer you a smile
The same expression on the worst days
Because my manners are so mild
But don’t take me for a t
Learn To Be StrongThis is normally the time when the tears comeLearn To Be Strong in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When the words hurt and the bruises sting
But little did they know you have grown inside
Now you are immune to their bullying
The chances are that they may have suffered too
But this is no reason to be so vile
Now you’re twelve angry men finding them guilty
Of stealing your taut, tremulous smile
This is normally the time when you tremble
Huddle yourself up into a ball
But the only spherical shape they’ll be seeing
Is the flail as it maims and appals
The chances are that you will shatter their skull
And with that become as bad as them
Where were their morals when you were the victim?
Tragic AuthorI’m looking forward to being a tragic authorTragic Author in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I’ll sit on a cloud with no silver lining
And become the male equivalent of a spinster
With words as my spouse and books as my offspring
At least then it is I who will control the outcome
For the lives of my heroes and heroines
And since I’ll not be afforded a happy ending
The least I can do is to give one to them
The Lord said ‘no’ to my happily ever after
Perhaps to inspire my imagination
A hollowed out heart is an ideal home after all
For my mind’s perpetual inspiration
I’m looking forward to being a tragic author
I’m such a devoted, hopeless ro
Life Is An Intravenous DripLife is an intravenous dripLife Is An Intravenous Drip in Free Verse More Like This
With no transfusion of blood
Instead it slowly relieves me
Of a mind that once was good
Administering paranoia
Directly from the drip chamber
Suffocating me with terror
When there is no imminent danger
Life is an intravenous drip
I am fascinated by my veins
And curious as to which one
Carries the blood to my brain
Which causes the unwanted impulse
For me to question every answer
Tourniquet that varicose vessel
Curiosity is my cancer
Life is an intravenous drip
Of that I am A positive
My blood remains optimistic
So why am I so negative
I see no saline solution
Just diminishing vital signs
As my sanity transfuse
Free Your Mind, Lose ControlPut down all of your booksFree Your Mind, Lose Control in Free Verse More Like This
Open your troubled mind
Leave the cell-like classroom
And feel the warm sunshine
Beating down from above
On your beautiful skin
Forget all you have learnt
Let your journey begin
Breathe the air on green hills
Open eyes to blue sky
They tried to hide the truth
But with no alibi
Are you just a product
Of wistful memories
Or is there still some time
To change your destiny
Tether your torrid thoughts
Silence those languid words
That pollute your young mind
Instead choose to observe
The beauty that surrounds
Nature is your mother
Wisdom is your father
Creation your lover
The world outside your doo
Dead at 16My worries are a reservoirDead at 16 in Free Verse More Like This
Her worries are a lake
In that they’re very real indeed
Whereas mine are very fake
Invented to seek attention
Lies, oh despicable lies
One day I’ll drown in metaphors
Please be sure to sympathise
But while you show me this concern
Who'll be looking out for her
Blood curdling screams from my mouth
She is nil by mouth and verse
I have cried wolf so many times
She can’t even cry her own tears
My lies are spun in silk cobwebs
My spinneret shrouding your ears
I spoon fed you daily doses
So it was easier to digest
I planted those seeds of sorrow
Your fertile mind did the rest
Lies, all those despica
Letters LiveThe middle three letters of the word “Earth”Letters Live in Free Verse More Like This
Spell out the word “art”
This is fitting because when I create
The beauty of the world is where I start
The middle three letters of the word “believe”
Spell out the word “lie”
This is fitting because for all those who accede
There are an equal amount who deny
The middle three letters of the word “lonely”
Spell out the word “one”
This is fitting because I have felt isolated
Ever since you have been gone
The middle two letters of the word “life”
Spell out the word “if”
This is fitting because only when
BlackI always wear the colour blackBlack in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As it reflects my inner mood
Black is the absence of colour
Now I feel the absence of you
Black is my inert, withered heart
Immobilised since you’ve been gone
A vacuous hole of nothing
Lifeless, vapid and monochrome
Black is the frayed material
Of the grim reaper’s deathly cloak
So in the darkest evening sky
You would never see his approach
Black is the colour and the shade
Of the star speckled, moonlit sky
And the shadow which you once cast
In the early morning sunshine
Black is my weeping mascara
As down my face the tears will stream
From the little puddles of ink
My pupils nowhere to be seen
Her Daily MasqueradeToday her parents ask how her day has beenHer Daily Masquerade in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
By now the answer has been well rehearsed
She insists to them that everything is fine
But the reality is the reverse
In fact she’s the antonym of the word ‘fine’
Inadequate, unsatisfactory
This is due to her creatively cursed mind
Steeped in a world of such simplicity
Yesterday friends asked how she has been coping
Waiting for their turn to talk, do they care?
They just see a happy, contented princess
Not a pensive, vacant, glazed over stare
In fact she’s the opposite of contented
Restless and at war with reality
Battling feelings of alienation
From unsupportive friends and
Reality Verses The DreamReality Verses The Dream.Reality Verses The Dream in Free Verse More Like This
Above the confines of the earths atmosphere.
I am embraced by the luminous clouds.
With the stars in reaching distance.
Surrounded by the acoustics of the sea.
Accompanied by the alluring scents of nature.
Observing the planets that stand like monuments.
This is the place where my body wants to be.
These are the sights my eyes want to see.
This is place where my mind can be free.
This is the only place where I can truly be me.
Now back to reality.
And the self perpetuating insanity.
Constricted by the codes of a conscripted morality.
Living in a world that is drenched in disparity.
How will I ever be a
Inside Out.Inside Out.Inside Out. in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Do you love my insides?
You know the parts you can’t see.
The parts that constructively divide,
All the places where you can’t be.
Do you love my internals?
You know all my unexploited crevices.
All the words I leave out of my journal.
The soft tissue areas that offer no benefits.
Do you love my fleshy, raw fillings?
You know the boring and bloody parts.
The features that are not made for kissing.
The invisible strokes that add to this body of art.
You see it’s my exterior that attracts you
But it’s my interior that made this possible.
So when my insecurities inadvertently attack you,
Don’t be
Opposable Positions.Opposable Positions.Opposable Positions. in Concrete Poetry More Like This
So if...
Good girls are really bad girls that never got caught
And
Kings and queens are insecure people that hide behind their forts.
Then
Survivors are cowards that run away when they could’ve fought.
Which means
Celebrities are strategists and opportunists that utilise their thoughts
And
Teachers are failures who couldn’t make use of the lessons life taught.
It would seem then you are either one way or the other.
There is fine undefined line between enemies and lovers.
So pick and choose wisely when deciding what side you are on.
Because you can never know the person you one day might become.
Living a Lie.Living a Lie.Living a Lie. in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You say things you don't mean when you're angry.
You call me a waste of space and that you can't stand me.
When the dust settles you say you don't mean it.
You say I should know better than to believe it.
As usual I foolishly upkeep your illusive hold on me.
I allow you to mute my thoughts and take control of me.
You promise and reassure me that it will never happen again.
That this is the last time and you will put it all to an end.
But I know promises only comfort fools,
Who readily allow others to pull the wool
Over our eyes because it is easier to swallow the lies.
Can it be a mistake if it happens more than tw
Vindictive Thoughts.Vindictive Thoughts.Vindictive Thoughts. in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Evil, is knowing better
But purposely doing worse.
Toying with love by the tether
And laughing when it hurts.
Prevailing by any measure
With no intention to reimburse.
Flaunting stolen fabricated treasures
Gaining what you never truly deserved.
To live a life of complete leisure
And never keeping to your words.
Manipulating and applying pressure
Be
ArtArt.Art in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Imagine...
The world is your canvas.
Society is your paint brush.
The people are your choice of colours.
What kind of picture would you paint?
How would it differ from the image that is currently on show?
Would you go mad and rid yourself from all forms of restraint?
Just how far down the rabbit hole are you willing to go?
I ask because every portrait I create,
Is inspired by what is already in front of me.
So is it possible to even recreate,
Anything that the mind is not able to see.
The picture will always be the same
Because this life is all we know.
Where there is compassion there must be pain
Because it us who made
Shit.Shit.Shit. in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I unintentionally use it almost every day.
In a sudden hiccup, I slip up and it slips out.
Even when I can’t think of anything else to say.
You can bet beyond a shadow of a doubt.
That exact word will seep and creep out.
It makes its way into any given conversation.
It’s probably the most used default abbreviation.
It requires no effort and rolls out with no hesitation.
It’s so universal it can be suited to every situation.
In an upsurge it will emerge with no indication.
How can one word have so many definitions.
And still have the same effect despite its repetition.
How can this same word blur all the lines of di
One of Many.One of Many.One of Many. in Free Verse More Like This
I'm afraid of your judgments.
I'm afraid of what you will think of me.
So I make subtle adjustments
And become someone you want me to be.
I hide behind my mascara and concealer.
Smile and respond when instructed.
I'm not smart or sexy enough to be a leader.
So I allow myself to become conducted.
I allow myself to become obstructed.
I allow myself to become abducted.
I allow myself to become corrupted.
I allow myself to become artificial.
I allow myself to become superficial.
I allow myself to become egotistical
And live behind a carefully applied screen.
Because my real face can never be seen.
It's easier to act
Purpose.Purpose.Purpose. in Free Verse More Like This
What would a story be?
If there was no one there to read it.
What would dreams be?
If there was no one there to conceive it.
What would a picture be?
If there was no one there to see it.
What would a secret be?
If there was no one there to keep it.
What would love be?
If there was no one there to feel it.
What would a song be?
If there was no one there to sing it.
What would the truth be?
If there was no one there to admit it.
What would advice be?
If there was no one there to give it.
What would life be?
If there was no one there to live it.
Kela Lewis-Morin
SurvivalSurvival.Survival in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Give a man a fish he will eat for a day.
Teach a man to fish he will eat for a life time.
Give a man a gun he will rob a bank.
Give a man a bank he will rob the world.
We adapt and adjust.
Constantly dithering on the cusp
Of what is considered wrong and right,
Ensuring that our ambitions remain in sight.
We would be willing to do anything
In order to get what we truly desire.
We would be willing to risk everything
Even putting our friends in the line of fire.
We may share the bounty with others,
Allowing them to experience the fruitful taste.
Given the option we will even care for our brothers.
Just as long as w
Missing Pieces.I am a missing piece. Something that someone needs.Missing Pieces. in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
But at the same time, I feel so incomplete.
I’ve wandered way too far, wondered for far too long
Am I a missing piece? Or a piece that won’t belong?
Is it possible I’m damaged and not missing at all?
That I’m just as dysfunctional as everybody else?
Pretending to be perfect never softened a single fall.
But neither did admitting that you’re broken and flawed.
A broken missing piece. Is that all I’m meant to be?
There is no master plan that includes the likes of me.
Being all alone, it’s a hurt that will not cease.
A hundred thousand years from now
Feather FragileHer heart is feather fragileFeather Fragile in Free Verse More Like This
Hidden so deep inside
Fractured and hard to handle
Her broken lullaby
Ghostly words echoing through her
A coldness like winter
Any moment may undo her
Lonely and splintered
Clouds heavy with the tears of an angel
That was caught and is hopelessly tangled
In the web of lies that the world has weaved
A fabrication she thought she believed
Her halo slips and it falls to the cold ground
Shatters asunder; not a single sound
Her tears soon follow and they washed away
Any little hope that might have remained
Her heart, so feather fragile
Behind a lock and a matching key
Nobody will ever handle
This hea
One More Mistake.With every word that I sayOne More Mistake. in Free Verse More Like This
With every smile I fake
Every moment I live
I'm making one more mistake...
All the tears that I've cried
Have fallen unnoticed
No matter how hard I try
Nobody will know this...
Every friend that I've made
Everything I create
With every door that I open
I'm making one more mistake...
I hate what I've done
And this person that I've become
I hate these scars on my wrist
Is there no ending to this...?
With every beat of my heart
With every breath that I take
Every day I wake up
Is just another mistake...
If Ever I Lost YouWhat weighs on your mind?If Ever I Lost You in Free Verse More Like This
What's taking up your time?
You tell me not to worry and you swear you're really fine
Please open up to me
Tell me of your fears
You know I'll kiss the scars and I'll wipe away your tears
Don't keep it to yourself
You know you're not alone
I couldn't live my life without you ever coming home
I'd be so lost inside
I wouldn't recognize
The person that I see in the reflection of your eyes
Just tell me you're okay, and that you love me too
I don't know what I'd do
If ever I lost you…
HauntedI hear this haunted voice; it whispers liesHaunted in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It keeps me up at night; it plays my fears
Allowing no sleep for these tired eyes
Telling me things that I don't want to hear
Am I really heartless or am I numb?
Is this simply darkness of am I blind?
Try to claw my way back into the sun
Leave a bloody trail for others to find
Following the sound of a lonely heart
Brought only false hope that I might be freed
I was led astray in the howling dark
The one way out is through the blood I bleed
I've given up hope of living in peace
I only wish now that my heart would cease
Something To Lose.Is this all I am to you?Something To Lose. in Free Verse More Like This
Just something to lose?
Someone to hurt?
To hit and abuse?
Not physically
For that would leave marks
Not even mentally
You go straight for the heart
Like a waterfall cascading
It won't ever stop
I'll be here still waiting
Or so I once thought
I can never fight this feeling
But I can't help that it's here
Maybe it'd be best
If I could just disappear...
Just Let Me DieLet me die with dignityJust Let Me Die in Free Verse More Like This
It's the least that you could do
I dug this grave for me
But you can lay here too
And, no, it's not your fault
You don't have to say goodbye
This blood is on my hands
So don't you even try
I can't get a fresh breath
Your words hanging in the air
As still as certain death
But they're getting us nowhere
And you'll cry your last tear
As we lie here in waiting
Just to be forgotten
Our memory fading
Our lips press together
In one final kiss
Our one final effort
To re-right our sins
And it's here we'll die together
Just broken memories
We don't have to wait forever
To hear the angels sing
But still I
Emotionless KissIt's not like I can even fight it so why do I still attempt..Emotionless Kiss in Free Verse More Like This
To drag myself out of my self created lament..?
I tried to make things right but I can't force out your repent...
You're standing right next to me so why do you feel so distant?!
I only wish
To take your hand
Pull you in close
And do everything that I can
To keep you
I wanted to make you mine
Though I waited and waited
You never gave me a sign
It's not like I try to hide it so why is it that you ignore me?
I've got no one to confide in and you won't even reassure me...
Maybe when I'm gone you'll finally start missing me...
It's strange that when I'm dead how you'll f
WE ARE We are the subjected, WE AREWE ARE We are the subjected, in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
We are the subjected,
We are the misunderstood,
We are the unfounded puzzle pieces,
We are the worthy that no credit was given,
We are aid to the untapped potential,
We are the broken,
We are the encrypted,
We are the inflicted,
We are the interconnected,
We are the judged,
We are the profit left uncollected,
We are the underdogs,
We are the forgotten,
We are the disrespected,
We are the shameless,
We are the misunderstood,
We stand as if its painless,
We are the nameless,
We are the unteachable,
We are the unreachable,
Unfeasible but were smart,
If nothing else we tell ourselves,
We are happy that 'we are'
What we are, We are the sacriWhat we are,What we are, We are the sacri in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
We are the sacrifice,
for the many,
We are the vision,
in the mist,
We are the face,
behind the mask,
We are the skeleton,
to the body,
We are the truth,
to the lies,
We are the sheath,
to the sword,
We are the virtue,
of the people,
We are the journal,
of the fallen,
We are the lightning,
to the storm,
We are the unfounded piece,
of the puzzle,
We are the variable,
of the outcome,
We are the eye,
of the storm,
We are the heroes,
to the stories,
We are the blood and sweat,
that lay in the castle,
We are the bullet,
to the chamber,
We are the fuel,
of the engine,
We are the mystery,
within the legends,
We are the outline,
of a pi
I Love You, DaddyDaddy, please don't touch me.I Love You, Daddy in Free Verse More Like This
It doesn't feel good.
It makes me feel..
Naughty.
Daddy, please don't hit me.
I didn't mean to disappoint you.
When you hit me, it makes me feel...
Bad.
Daddy, please don't hurt her.
Mommy didn't do anything.
When you hit her, it makes me feel..
Mad.
Daddy, please don't say you love me.
I know you're lying.
When you say you still want me, it makes me feel...
Sad.
Daddy, please stop screaming at her.
You already killed her.
When you scream at her, it makes me feel..
Angry.
Daddy, stay there.
Let me sink the knife into your throat.
When you bleed, it makes me feel..
Alive.
Daddy, aren't you happy now?
As you
Are You?I'm sorry,Are You? in Free Verse More Like This
that I'm not
beautiful.
I'm not a supermodel.
Are you?
I'm sorry,
that I'm not
funny.
I'm not a comedian.
Are you?
I'm sorry,
that I'm not
mature.
I'm sorry,
that I'm not
talented.
I'm sorry,
that I'm not
good enough
or,
loving enough...
or,
smart enough.
I'm not perfect.
Are you?
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.
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
Tower.
I didn't want to be fought by a
Wicked Witch.
I didn't want
This.
When I said I wanted a fairy tale
I meant I wanted to be a princess.
I didn't want to watch a rose
Die.
I didn't want to wear the gown
Temporarily.
I wanted it
Forever.
See,
When I said I wanted a fairy tale...
I expected it to end in a
Happily
Ever
After.
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
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
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
And That's Wrong.You're fat.And That's Wrong. in Free Verse More Like This
Or maybe you're
Anorexic...
I don't know.
But you're not perfect.
And that's wrong.
You're ugly.
Or maybe you're
Fake...
But you're not perfect.
And that's wrong.
You're quiet.
Or maybe you're
Obnoxious...
But you're not perfect.
And that's wrong.
You're you.
Or maybe you're
like everybody else?
Well.
You're not perfect.
And that's wrong.
You're Not?You're anorexic if you're thinYou're Not? in Free Verse More Like This
You're not? Then you're obese.
If you're different, you're insane
You're not? Then you're a fake.
If you're happy, you're hiding something.
You're not? You must be emo.
If you're dating, you're a slut.
You're not? You must have no friends.
If you're popular, you're a jerk.
You're not? You're a nobody.
If you're quiet, you must be disabled.
You're not? You obnoxious freak.
If you're you, you're wrong.
You're not?
Then you must be perfect.
I am not a stereotypeSlide the blade across your wrist.I am not a stereotype in Free Verse More Like This
Again.
Again.
Again.
Stop.
"Doesn't it hurt?"
I can't feel anything.
"A little."
Punch your own stomach.
Harder.
Harder.
Does it hurt yet?
Yes.
Keep going.
"Why do you do that?"
The pain makes me feel alive.
"I don't know."
Stare.
Cry.
Scream.
Stop.
Keep staring.
"What's wrong with you?"
I'm dead inside.
"Nothing."
"Emotional freak."
I'm just depressed.
"Sorry."
Stare at your arms.
Your stomach.
Your waist.
Your thighs.
"What are you doing?"
I'm ugly.
"Never mind."
"Attention seeker."
I just have low self esteem.
"I'm sorry."
Cuts.
Scars.
Tears.
Emotions.
"Emo."
"Scene girl."
"Psycho."
I'm just human
Sun Child,I am freezingSun Child, in Free Verse More Like This
& I am hungry
for fever’s lips-
her inky fingers
purging
a dry stomach.
My body is an ocean,
my limbs, but oars.
My tongue & teeth,
a life raft
keeping this madness
from sinking into blue.
Offering up 102 degrees
of skin;
You would think
I had something to say.
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
without gagging;
limb by steady limb.
Passed around by grabby hands,
a sold, & borrowed daughter;
I am a lion among sheep,
drunk on life & ink.
Dear Poetry,I might be dangerously on the verge of being poetic, but-Dear Poetry, in Free Verse More Like This
Sometimes I don't feel me in my own skin.
I am too many breaks between pulses,
& a heart still living in the autumn of 99.
I'm telling stories about a girl.
A soul made of ink & godly metaphors,
too much for a non-homeostatic body.
There were once fireflies in her smile,
alight between the gaps in her teeth.
A rebel,
love letters carved into wrists
she never sent.
Poetry,
She is Porphyria, & you are her lover.
Please, forgive me.Like lies, you saidPlease, forgive me. in Free Verse More Like This
I make breathing the cosmos
through rose colored lungs
look easy- vertebrae stretched
toward the moon.
& I'm hanging my bones
out to dry, carving Saturn's
rings into my wrists- my
star burst ankles.
I swore then I'd keep my
black tongued poetry
& uprooted limbs far,
far away from you.
But, like lies, galaxies,
& night fevers, you
are the destination
on my star map skin.
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
filled up
with nothing.
& I know I can go days
without speaking a word
but-
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
tiger-striped skin.
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.
Je t'aimeShe told me, "I love you this much!"Je t'aime in Free Verse More Like This
stretching her arms out
as far as they could go, fingers taught
and desperate.
I looked at her, eyes smiling
and asked, "Only that much?"
"That's all there is." She replied.
And I agreed,
"Vast oceans can not compare our our love,
little bird."
Hear me howl.Tell me again, Father,Hear me howl. in Free Verse More Like This
I’m the perfect daughter-
when all I want to be
is the crescent moons
resting like strong soldiers
in the grooves of my palms.
I am but
(outgrown)
lonely bones,
quaking with frostbite,
numbed with rage.
A wolf's jaw:
locked, teeth tearing
into the chilled flesh
of your neck.
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.
she knows her paper cuts by name.Rose bloodshe knows her paper cuts by name. in Free Verse More Like This
on her tongue
reminds her of yesterday's.
Lonely bones.
A heart's hoarded secrets,
love me pretties, &
scarlet letter dreams.
But
do these boys know
of the bitter winter
churning,
like a blizzard
in her veins?
The sharp edges
of half-empty
kisses,
or the crisscross
folding
of origami limbs?
Her eyes,
as deep &
unfeeling
as the ocean;
Sta.sh
