Artist ExploitationArtist Exploitation - The New Game Plan:Artist Exploitation in Articles & Interviews More Like This
My dearest readers,
I have recently learned of a rather disturbing business plan being utilised by business people of an unscrupulous variety.
In essence their plan is simple: They gather art from many applicants and then they publish it as a magazine and sell it COMMERCIALLY!
Now then, why is this a problem? They tend to claim you get the benefits of advertisement and artists will be invited to read their works etc.
Well here's how the scam unfolds:
1. They get the artwork you created and an implied permission of use from you due to the voluntary submission
2. There is no formal written contract, so they can do as they please and you have no legal right to claim redress as you voluntarily submitted your work in.
3. Their potential benefits are a total sham and in essence they are asking you to work for free. Want a dissection? I'll explain:
- The item getting advertised is NOT your work. Your work is a part of the item. What is gettin
BelovedBeloved:Beloved in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
With a bright radiant smile
If only for me...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 4th January 2013
These Hands Are So Red...These Hands Are So Red...These Hands Are So Red... in Free Verse More Like This
These hands are now red and so slicked with this blood,
I can't even wash it in a basin of mud...
As I scrape at the skin of those demons I chase,
I am left with a smile mixed with pain on my face.
Since I swore I would savour this blatant disgrace,
Let perversion be writ in these scars I will trace.
From the tip of my shoulders to the base of my tongue,
Are the names of those sleepers so cold and so young...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 15th March 2013
I Am A WriterI Am A Writer:I Am A Writer in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Gentlemen, today I speak to you
To convey an issue that has plagued the core of our community.
For so long have we been considered second-class;
To this day there are those who still believe that we are not artists.
But today is not about freedom, today is about honour,
Because there are many writers that still seek to shame us all...
I speak of those individuals, who take art from others.
Covers, photos, paintings, digital art, anime and manga.
It matters not where you draw your source from,
But every action impacts upon us as a community.
BECAUSE I AM A WRITER!
When I craft my works, when I write each and every line,
I paint using expression; metaphors are my colours.
The words are my brush and each and every rhyme is my medium.
I do not ask to be considered an artist, but I do ask to be considered.
BECAUSE I AM A WRITER!
For someone who practices his craft day and night,
Painstakingly learning how to use each and ever
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 our twisted fears...
This hatred inside of you, this bubble of frustration and anxiety —
Let it swell like a pus-filled abscess of anger!
And with your words unleash this vicarious plague!
Take the unblemished works that have scorned you,
And inject them with the very darkness of your soul!
Let bleeding lips,
Coward of a ManCoward of a Man:Coward of a Man in Free Verse More Like This
You stand there whinin', cryin' crocodile tears and playin' victim.
Ye eyes demand pity, but yer lips are spewin' nothin' but lies.
Flowery speeches o' harmony and unification;
It's bollocks and snake-oil I say!
I ask ye, as someone who aspires t' be a leader:
What exactly are ye worth?
Who exactly are ya, and what in th' bloody hell makes you worth followin'?
Now I've watched ye fer a long time, and I've known ye fer even longer -
Ye always stand there beggin', askin' us fer help, askin' fer a handout;
But yer hands are clean, uncalloused, and completely free from sweat or toil.
Instead, ye make us promises; promises as empty as air and about half as useful!
In the end, here ye are again, callin' fer our unification, callin' fer togetherness.
Isn't that just yer own way of hidin' behind the labour and efforts of others?
While we stand out in th' front, ye sit behind and give us speeches,
Ye tell us that we're comin' together fer the good of us all
These Tears Would Come:These Tears Would Come:These Tears Would Come: in Free Verse More Like This
If my tears could tell a story of two -
What would they have to say about you?
Of a boy who spent his whole life seeking
And a girl who found it in the arms of another…
Would they tell us of laughter? Beneath a starlit sky,
Or of harsh words exchanged on bitter nights.
Would they speak of moments, so beautifully captured;
To be enjoyed in memory, like a perfect wine.
Or perhaps they would tell us of an untampered truth:
Of the lonely nights spent longing, for an Eden lost.
Captivated, habituated, to this lonely habit of you;
For her alone, these tears would come.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 31st march 2013
Just For Laughs!Babe I know this ain't going to be poetic or nothing,Just For Laughs! in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
But y'know I just have a need to express my feelings:
*Excessive throat clearing*
Roses be red and them violets be blue,
I'm the only Asian kid in the ghetto;
What's up wit chu?
You lookin' at me like, damn you're fine!
Babe you know you blow my mind.
I may not be tall,
But my height is just right.
I'mma sleep on yo chest,
When you get cold at night.
And if yo boyfriend is big,
Then I'mma run right now.
Cause, I don't wanna look like my face is DOG CHOW,
So uh, I'm losin' my train of thought,
I think this is all I got.
Babe I think you're hot,
Gimme yo number, uh, before you get shot.
I Once Loved...She was beautiful.I Once Loved... in Free Verse More Like This
And twas I who loved her...
I held her in these hands,
Like a warm blanket,
Comforting and kind.
But she was a bitter poison, toxic and deadly.
No antidote to her venom;
I wasted away with delirious eyes.
A coward they called her,
And it was the truth!.
But to save myself, I would have her bleed.
Her heart a raw panacea;
Crunched between my teeth...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 22nd July 2013
Just for LaughsJust for Laughs:Just for Laughs in Free Verse More Like This
There once was a man named Blue
He was a gentleman living in a shoe
He decided to go out and have a drink of stout
but then he met a thug named Drew
Gimme yo' money b*tch!
Blue was taken aback by his manner of speech
where did this man learn to speak and screech?
For language is meant to be free as a bird
not harsh and cruel like his spoken word
You crazy man? I said gimme yo' money!
Now I say it good sir and I really do
must I teach you to rhyme and listen too?
Repeat after me and follow the beat
Bobby beat his best mate Pete
Look man, I dunno what you're smokin', but I said gimme the cash!
Here's a tongue twister, slickety slock,
do you stuff your pants with a dirty gym sock?
I question the bulge that you do display
perhaps you are tiny because you act this way
And so Blue was shanked by the thug that he met
quite quickly snuffed without breaking a sweat
So let this be a lesson about the way of the rhyme
being clever with words won't preve
Ways to conquer heartbreakDance with fistfuls of roses, shred their petals one by one and wear their thorns like armor.Ways to conquer heartbreak in Free Verse More Like This
Write your secrets between the folds of paper cranes and tuck them safely between the empty spaces of your castle ribs.
Open your broken heart to hummingbirds, allow them the warmth and shelter of your arms.
Rebel. Tape poetry to your limbs, Cummings and Sandburg and Sexton.
Take a walk outside of your skin for a while, run with wolves.
Extinguish that forest fire that’s been curling too long in your lungs.
Be that lionhearted girl those snobby poets always write about.
Allow that cavern of stars in your throat to speak your truths in uppercase letters, in free verse yet to be proofread.
Write about wars and victory.
Be the hero.
Muse:She corrodes star shapes intoMuse: in Free Verse More Like This
the hearts of sleeping poets,
Sun Child,I am freezingSun Child, in Free Verse More Like This
& I am hungry
for fever’s lips-
her inky fingers
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
You would think
I had something to say.
dust.I'm chokingdust. in Free Verse More Like This
on the ink-dipped fingers
of verbs & metaphors
still lodged in this bruised,
paper crane throat;
of your words,
still kissing my ribs.
How can you judge me-
when you don't bother
to read the naked poetry
beneath the temple of my flesh?
How long can butterfly
ankles hold up a
Don't bother whispering
your secrets to nebulae,
not even the dust in my veins
will listen anymore.
lub-dubThere are loverslub-dub in Free Verse More Like This
I will never be able to
crawl out from underneath;
I’m caving in, lungs
no longer able
to exhale lovely things.
However hollow, I’ve got
these artist hands,
these god hands of mine
that can save lives.
What’s the point
when I’ve got little
& no one can ever seem
to find my pulse?
I think you left a piece of you in me.This tangled mess you call a heart,I think you left a piece of you in me. in Free Verse More Like This
daisy veins & sin;
She's bringing me down.
& you were merely shivering
pressing winter bones
against my sun-stricken mouth,
darkness searching for a home
buried in my lungs.
You whispered breathe me
lovely in the inhale/exhale
of carbon dioxide suicide.
She speaks only of you now,
lonely & mourning beats-
Crack open this damn ribcage;
Bookstore ReligionLurking in the shadows of roses,Bookstore Religion in Free Verse More Like This
I formed my own Gods,
my own constellations
between the thorns in my teeth.
Naming them after characters
in a November's love story,
Porphyria, Dorian, and Gatsby-
I tasted earth and copper pennies.
Choking on peppermint and oils-
out of my mouth in rambles of
I recited poetic prayers to the classics.
Universe GirlsheUniverse Girl in Free Verse More Like This
fell in love
while he was
still a planet;
she could only manage
to fall in love
with shooting stars
in the glare of your eyes.
what more could you truly ask
from a universe girl?
Mommy's Suicide Mom... Did you just...Mommy's Suicide in Free Verse More Like This
Pills and whiskey down her throat
As she slowly stumbles down the stairs.
Through her cries and regret
She begins crashing into walls.
"Call 911!" I yell, as I begin holding my mother
After she collapsed, her head hitting the floor.
I hear police sirens outside our home.
My sister runs through the front door in fear.
The paramedics begin asking her things
That she barely knew the answer to.
"What's your name?"
"Do you know where you are?"
And most importantly..
"Why did you do it?"
"I didn't want to bother her anymore."
Daddy Doesn't RememberDaddy doesn't remember me.Daddy Doesn't Remember in Free Verse More Like This
Daddy doesn't remember Mommy.
Daddy doesn't remember his life.
In the year 1975,
Back when he was fifteen.
He still thinks his mom is alive.
He still thinks he's going to get beaten
For not being home.
And he still doesn't
Daddy doesn't remember me.
Daddy doesn't remember Mommy.
Daddy doesn't remember my sisters.
Daddy doesn't remember his life.
In his past.
"Daddy," I cry
Tears filling my eyes.
And after a while
After he lies there, lifeless
For over a half hour..
He wakes up.
"What happened?" He asks.
Daddy didn't remember me.
Daddy didn't remember Mommy.
Daddy didn't remember my sisters.
But Daddy doesn't remember that.
Mind, oh MindSmiley face, smiley face, can't you ever see?Mind, oh Mind in Free Verse More Like This
So much to be sad about, so much that could be
Going wrong for everyone, going wrong for you.
Smiley face, smiley face, don't you feel it too?
Sad face, sad face, can't you ever tell?
So much could be going great, going oh so well
Sad face, sad face, can't you ever see?
Life is spend much better when your thinking thoughts of glee.
Mind, oh mind, why can't you agree?
Thinking everything at once is slowly killing me...
You don't just die.Do you understand?You don't just die. in Free Verse More Like This
The blade against your wrist
Doesn't just slice your skin.
It cuts through others
Do you understand?
You don't just kill yourself.
You kill everyone.
From YOUR goodbyes.
Do you understand?
You don't just die.
You take everyone down
I am not a stereotypeSlide the blade across your wrist.I am not a stereotype in Free Verse More Like This
"Doesn't it hurt?"
I can't feel anything.
Punch your own stomach.
Does it hurt yet?
"Why do you do that?"
The pain makes me feel alive.
"I don't know."
"What's wrong with you?"
I'm dead inside.
I'm just depressed.
Stare at your arms.
"What are you doing?"
I just have low self esteem.
I'm just human.
I'm just me.
Words on the WallThe sun melted into the glamorous skyWords on the Wall in Free Verse More Like This
The moon stood there, hidden by sweet lullabies.
But mommy was crying, her day had been hard
The tears in her eyes twinkled just like the stars.
Her face wasn't happy like it should have been
And though she was saddened, she forcefully grinned.
I wanted to see Mommy smile through it all...
I painted a picture on her bedroom walls.
I told her to look, just to come in and see
But Mommy was angry... she wasn't happy.
She threw me down hard on the cold wooden floor
Then picked me up, slamming my head on the door.
She yelled and she screamed, then she hit me once more
She slapped me till I couldn't see anymore.
My heart then stopped beating, my laugh went unheard
Then Mommy got up without saying a word.
She looked at the walls splattered with my young blood
Then fell to the ground in her tears with a thud.
She looked at my face, then she looked all around
Then wrote on the walls with the first thing she found.
Then, after she finished, she wanted self h
If you are a victim...If you have ever faked a smileIf you are a victim... in Free Verse More Like This
Slit your wrist
Cried yourself to sleep
Wished yourself gone
Chased a dream (and lost it)
Ended up in a nightmare…
Turned away from your “friends”
Tortured yourself over an error
If you are a victim…
Remember to stay strong.
Because you’re only a survivor
Sometimes, when I'm sadSometimes, when I'm sadSometimes, when I'm sad in Free Verse More Like This
I remember that one time,
All I had to worry about was
If the bubbles I had blown, were about to
Sometimes, when I'm sad
I remember that one time,
I began to worry about the day that
My childhood would simply
Sometimes, when I'm sad
I remember that some day,
When I'm sitting with my husband
In the old old house... my days will simply
And that day,
The day when my heartbeat is
The day when my breath
Truly gets taken away.
That's the day
When my worries, my concerns, my fears...
Me.Anorexic.Me. in Free Verse More Like This
.tiny heart drumming. in Free Verse More Like This
in your chest, i can
red gravy pumping
in your veins, i can
you are such a fresh
meal, and i can almost
.little robin, wings. in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
outstretched in the dirt, a smear
of red on your breast
.he splits hearts like. in Free Verse More Like This
oranges in the
sinks his teeth into
ripened flesh, and
leaves nothing but the
rind, too hard to
.when her love left, it left. in Free Verse More Like This
the house empty
and she says
i hope one day it'll
come back to me,
cos i don't keep this shotgun
on my front porch for nothin'
.a scalpel from. in Free Verse More Like This
wrist to elbow-
you will not be
living under my
.i was born with the. in Free Verse More Like This
cord wrapped tight
around my neck; it
would seem fitting to
die the same way
.i keep a garden of. in Free Verse More Like This
dead leaves, their amber
ribs crack under my
feet, and i smile
the flowers turn their
backs on me
Tears and RegretYour note made its way to my doorstep,Tears and Regret in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I just stood there and wept.
My thoughts were racing
Where were you? What building were you facing?
So I took off running.
I ran down the street,
Passed that park where we meet,
Across your neighborhood,
I just knew I would find you, that I could.
And there I saw you leaning over an edge,
My mind went right to what you had pledged..
That we would die together,
And now you were leaving forever.
I started towards the stairs,
As I said a little prayer,
You let go.
You landed on the asphalt, on that cold hard plateau.
HumanitySex, drug and poisonHumanity in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Acid melting minds.
All our thoughts and sincerity
Seems to get smaller all the time.
Eating, hating, lust...
Has replaced all dying trust.
Our tongues are tainted with these lies,
As you sing your lullabies
We wither away to die,
And your story tale ending fails.
This night as I cry,
Hundreds are raped and die!
Don't tell me of your perfect plastic,
Go sing and shout PROFANITY!
I lay me down inside this casket
For this is what makes humanity.
Running AwayPut me to sleep,Running Away in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Fill my lungs with Cyanide,
Poor the cement in my throat.
Knock me out,
Smash my head against the door,
Drive the car into a wall.
Send me away,
Season my brain with Meth,
Dip my tongue in acid.
I want to get away,
Oh so far away.
Let me leave,
I'll run down the street,
Tripping on my own feet.
QuestionsHow do you describe something you've never tasted...or smelled...or felt?Questions in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
How do you fix something that seems to be just....you?
How do you tell someone how you really feel...or cope....or live?
How do you know what is not a lie....or fake....or broken?
How can we live with all these....unknowns.....uncertainties.....untruths?
Stuck in a loopCrusted dry tears locked her site away,Stuck in a loop in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
She sat in a little blue dress,
In a gray room, with a gray door, and a gray wall.
A doll lay beside her,
And sometimes she would say;
Dollie? Why did they lock me away?
It never answered,
But it knew somehow, somewhere deep...
They was no lock on the door,
And the key was at it's feet.
The girl never moved and so blind was she,
That by no way, how hard she ever tried,
She would ever see out of more than zero eyes.
So everyday at exactly 11 o'clock,
She would ask her Dollie...
Why won't it stop?
Fading With MemoriesSome one once said to me..."let it go when your ready"Fading With Memories in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
But how will I know?
What if I never let it go?
Who would I be without it?
I often wish for the clock to go back.
To change what I've done, or to see it one more time,
And have you ever thought, that your memory was just...
I wonder what really happened.
And sometimes I stare at my wrist and remember those days.
Half wanting half wishing it would go away,
But then what would I have?
Not a thing but clouded memories.
SchizophreniaIn a crazed panic her hair tossedSchizophrenia in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Left then right,
As she looked around the empty street.
Empty? No, no.
In her mind there where hundreds
Of dark looming figures surrounding her.
She was trapped amidst the dark imagination she had.
They let out an ear shattering cry of attack,
And she fell to the ground
Clasping her ears shut.
From the outside she appeared to be committing suicide,
But from within it was all involuntary.
Girl In The Mirror 2Some days I look in the mirror and say...Girl In The Mirror 2 in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
What shall I wear today?
Because I know that the girl in there
Is another soul, another girl so fair.
I've come to accept my plight,
I don't yell or fight.
I hide it away
To be looked at another day.
Shes so different than I am
Shed never runaway on a tram.
I know pain is what I feel,
While she knows that shed healed.
So now you can see,
All I can be.
And she is just a phantom,
Stuck within my item.
LingerA sit on a rough brick wall. I can feel the years of age in every air bubble; as I sit my finger crosses the scratchy surface. Humming an original, my black hair gets swept up by a chilling breeze. Another note...I cough. My cough, now a small cloud, evaporates.Linger in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Her soft skin contrasts the gruff rock. She was a nice girl, with silver-green eyes that danced with the sun. Red, long hair that she'd never let go. Pale cheeks kissed with a light pink rush. Her skin was so smooth.
I remember whispering in her ear, secrets of love and lust. And to touch the crease of her back, was like touching the perfect angel. We spent hours rolling on the floor in a fit of awkward love and pin pricks we called "tickles". All the while I knew it was nothing. A fling at most.
Now she lays with the worms, the spiders and roaches. Her beautiful locks fall to the ground. Hands crossed on her chest, she went peacefully. A suicidal over dose.
As they lower her down, my lips part but I
Its Ok......if you think your teeth are to crookedIts Ok... in Free Verse More Like This
...if you don't think your eyes are big enough,green enough,pretty enough
...if you think you're to ugly to be loved
...or to fat to be loved
...if you think that no one will ever like you for who you are
...if you think what you have done in the past is unforgivable
...if you think your're to mean to be loved
...or to stupid to be loved
...if you think people don't like you cause your not pretty enough
...if you think that you will never find that one guy or girl that will love you inspite of everything
...keep telling yourself it will be ok
Fix MeHolding the blade hard in my handFix Me in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
shallow cuts seem so bland
wanting to let go of my pain
but over my life this will always reign
Having so much to give that no one ever sees
just wanting to find someone to please
am I so wrong to want to be loved
whenever I reach out it feels like I get shunned
So I cut deep into my vein
to keep me from going insane
can someone please fix me
cause I can't keep eating the fruit off this poison tree
My EverythingI love you.My Everything in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
why can't you see?
that in your arms
is where I'm dying to be
just open your eyes!
listen to my plea
I would give you the world
if that's really what you need
I would capture the stars
so you could hold them in your hands
count out one hundred
tiny grains of sand
I would climb the tallest mountains
swim the deepest lakes
for just a minute of your time
it's a risk I would take
I'd scream out loud
or whisper in your ear
to let you know
I'll always be here
just let me hold you close
and someday you'll see
that nothing in the world
means more than you do to me
Don't Leave MeI can't see my way when you're not thereDon't Leave Me in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I can't do anything without you here
I need you to help me see past all this pain
without you what can I gain
Don't leave me
Don't leave me
I need you
don't do this
all I want is one last kiss
Don't leave me
Don't leave me
I need you to help me cope
I don't want to hang this rope
help me know that i'm ok
cause I know you have the right words to say
Broken WingWe could have been greatBroken Wing in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I had this idea that we could escape
now i've lost everyone I love
and you're not even there to save me, hun....
I have this thing....
this broken wing....
I can't escape it
and I really can't take it
without them here
can't you see?
I need you my dear....
FirstYou were the one I let see my heartFirst in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
you were the one that let me fall apart
you always said you'd never let me go
I see now that what I didn't always know
I wanted to stay in your arms for all time
you said you loved me and that you'd be mine
I want to know what went wrong
after all we were together so long
AfraidNever wanting to open upAfraid in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
don't want to let something slip
like the feeling of being closed off
I won't let these tears drip
Stuck in a cage
covering my heart
building up walls
don't want to fall apart
Holding back thoughts
not wanting to know
afraid you will leave
afraid you will go
No TitleThere she isNo Title in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
laying in her bed
all these thoughts
rushing through her head
she turns on some music
and plays it real loud
hoping that the bass
will pump those thoughts out
But nothing ever seems to help
so she takes the glass to hurt herself
she presses deep
and watches blood flow
hoping death will give her
a good place to go
As she slowly fades away
she only has one thing to say
if only someone had loved me
maybe I would have stayed
If I CouldI wish I could hold youIf I Could in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
to make you feel stronger
Take away your pain
I don't want you to fear any longer
i'll bandage your wounds
and cover your scars
i'd give you the moon
if it wasn't so far
i'd whisper to you gently
to let you know im near
whenever you need me
just know i'll be hear
MONSTERTaste the blood as it drips from your eyesMONSTER in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the salty silence from a burning last goodbye
etched into your soul
the names of the past
carving them out of your heart
the ghosts drifting away fast
tearing through the puddle of ink on your skin
wondering which moments
these zombies fit in
the thorns from the roses
they left at your door
hoping the shadows
will haunt you no more
Last night,I broke every bone in my bodyLast night, in Free Verse More Like This
so I could have a reason to drown
in the isolated ocean inside me.
when my dilapidated lungs finally caved in,
I swam ashore and crawled across the polluted sand.
Only glass-edged skin
and salt-licked eyelashes
can help me now.
Storybook EndingHer ink-stained lips have kissed too many a forgotten page,Storybook Ending in Free Verse More Like This
and phoenix down]
And her Prince Charming has yet to come,
shattering like stars]
So all she can do is gaze out her tower window,
concealing poisoned apples]
Clutch that corroded and timeworn blade,
tearing down castle walls]
Toss her childhood fables to the waltzing of the moon,
[even broken wings
wish for happily ever afters]
[once upon a time
there was a girl who became her own hero.]
Mommy and DaddyMommy, Daddy, are you okay?Mommy and Daddy in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You haven't talked at all today.
Mommy, Daddy, can't you see?
You're really starting to hurt me.
All you do is scream and fight,
and I hear it all throughout the night.
Sometimes I think my eyes will run dry,
yet whenever I do, I just continue to cry.
"She doesn't care about any of this, she'll be fine by tomorrow!"
Daddy, you don't know how much your words fill me with sorrow.
"Can't you just be civilized?! Stop acting like a child, and apologize right now!"
Mommy, please don't make this worse, or I'll run outside and hide in the snow.
Mommy, Daddy, I wish you would just stop everything and be happy again.
I'm hiding under the blankets, writing these words down with a pen.
Mommy, Daddy, can't you see?
You're tearing my heart into one, two, three.
A piece for each of us, a piece of my heart,
the beating has stopped before it could start.
Two sections I wish I could install into both of you,
yet I'm afraid I have not yet found the proper glue.
"It isn't your
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okay when you are and
that you are when you're
not. Run barefoot in
the snow. Stand out
in the rain for an hour
and think about anything
and everything you can.
Fall in love with
riddles and things that
aren't real and the
way some stars
shine. Cry when
you realize that life is
just one big sham and write
one hundred cliché poems
about it, and then write one
that you actually mean.
Use profanity. Be the
one fucking introvert
in a room full of
extroverts and scream
shit just for the fun of
it. Swallow every goddamn
metaphor you ever dreamed
of and write them down
with your own blood.
Eulogize your own
misery. Put a crown on
it and let it rule your
heart for six years before
you throw a coup d'etat
but just end up with
your head in a basket.
Ask yourself why
you feel so
empty and when
you forgot how to
laugh and where you
last left your smile and
who you even really are
anymore. Mean every word.
Don't cry at funerals. Cry
yourself to sleep every
other night for
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still chasing white rabbits,
it's no wonder i've never
been in love.
we're all mad here;
no one can find the road to
(i don't know
where to go)
let's fall down a hole.
(i'm just a chrysalis
with no butterfly wings)
off with my head when it
can only imagine nonsense
& clockwork hearts.
give me a cheshire's smile-
i want to know
what it feels like
to be in wonderland.
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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.
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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."
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I have this sudden impulse to
bite off my tongue.
It wasn't made for
pretty words and kept promises
in the first place.
Back to back and
straight on til daybreak,
our soliloquy seems never ending.
When was the last time
you remembered to cry for all the broken hearts
that were not your own?
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the whispering stars
& feathered clouds dance
for you tonight.
Do not let anyone
clip your wings;
you were made for the skies.
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desperate to shine.
ii. counterfeit & clockwise,
tasting words on her
iii. with a dysfunctional mind
& apocryphal dictionary,
she cannot clone it all.
iv. "say anything," the pen
whispers as she trembles
among ink-scented fraudulence.
v. but she just laughs & plays the part,
forgetting what the pages told her:
"truth is stranger than fiction."
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Oh Captain, my Captain! I say it to mock,
You're lucky as hell but to me you're a c***.
Please spare me the missions, I've no head for heights,
Balloons and big lists lead me only to blights.
Evading the probes of an alien race,
Then having to witness your > : ( angry face...
But what choice have I? I'm involved in these fights,
With Cancerous space-monsters full of red sprites,
And Lemonade weirdos and God knows what next,
Just how can you stay so serene and unvexed?
What price should I pay for your simple delights,
Be eaten by whales after soiling my whites?
I know you won't listen, but you'll come unstuck,
And one of these days you'll run right out of luck,
Your empire will fall, and your ego besides,
It's karma for sure, like the turn of the tides,
And then I will lol, sitting in my own muck,
Coz after all this I just won't give a f***.