He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not...His breath is quickeningHe Loves Me, He Loves Me Not... in Free Verse More Like This
As he whispers in her ear
“I’ll love you forever”
That lie’s her biggest fear
The words escape her mouth
As her body escapes it’s clothes
“I love you…”
But her heart is froze
He’s holding her tightly
Their mouths never missing a beat
Their hearts thumping in unison
To her, this feels like defeat
Her mind isn’t there
She’s not with it at all
She’s a pessimist at best
Thinking how she can survive the fall
“Does he really love me..?”
She shoos the thought from her mind
But the ghost of the memory
Isn’t left far behind
This girl is me…
As I’m finding my breath
Trying to hold in the tears
When I’d gladly welcome death
“Are you okay?”
He asks with a gasp
This makes me cry harder
My happiness out of grasp
That’s when he stops what he’s doing
To hold me in his arms
Calms me with a tender kiss
That stops all alarms
And that’s when I r
Is Love Truly Love?Has that person really changed,Is Love Truly Love? in Free Verse More Like This
Since you dated them before?
Have they truly changed,
Or are they still just a whore?
Is love truly love,
If it’s filled with jealousy and lust?
Is love truly love,
If that person’s hard to trust?
Is love truly love,
If you’re not sure what to do?
Is love truly love,
If they give their all for you?
Is love truly love,
Just because they say it?
Is love truly love,
If they just decide to quit?
Is love truly love,
When you cry yourself to sleep?
Is love truly love,
When you’re cutting way too deep?
Is the love truly real,
Or is it all a lie?
Is that love still real,
When you have to say goodbye?
Love is most times one sided
While the other’s simply torn
This is how love
Can stick you like a thorn
I'm The New SatanStop it SatanI'm The New Satan in Free Verse More Like This
You’re burning a hole
Now you’re dragging me back down
So you can steal my soul
What a beautiful creation
It took all of God’s love
Such a beautiful sight could only come from above
But he is destroying it
With those laser beam eyes
Setting fire to everything
Everything that was once beautiful
Is meeting its demise
Good and evil
Is there really a way to tell?
Light or dark
You’ll always end up in hell
Stop it Satan
I can barely breathe
What’s the point of living
If everyone you love is gone and you grieve?
You’re holding me here
You’re torturing me
With your claws at my throat
You’ll let my demons free
The demons are on my side
I’m sorry to let you know
I’m their new master
Now away to darkness you go
She's The Girl...She’s the girl who can’t stop cryingShe's The Girl... in Free Verse More Like This
The girl who’s spent her whole life trying
Trying for something she’s not meant to be
Trying to better herself, you see
But that’s not where she belongs
She’s a failure, a mistake
She covers her tracks and comes off as fake
That smile across her lips
It’s all for show
If only you could look deep within you would know
There’s a whisper trying to escape her lungs
A faint cry for help trying to escape her mouth
But she holds it back so she can come off as strong
No one can pretend forever
She’ll give up soon it won’t be long
But what can she do once she breaks down?
Her mother doesn’t believe depression is real
It’s such a deep pain, maybe something she can’t feel
She can keep it to herself
Dwell in her pain
Hoping the disease doesn’t drive her insane
LifeIt happens slowLife in Free Verse More Like This
Because your taken by surprise
You’re too young
To have your life flash before your eyes
But it happens
Because no one said life is fair
You’re living on the edge
Safety is rare
Hear the voice of reason
Telling you to watch your back
Listen to your instincts
Before your life fades to black
Live each moment like it’s your last
And open new eyes to each new day
Cherish those close to you
And hope that they will stay
Because nothing lasts forever
We’re like sand in an hour glass of time
To get where you want to be
You have to climb
We live out our lives as we grow old
Until the day we die
It’s a lie we’re all told
My Heart, My BrainMy brain is the smart oneMy Heart, My Brain in Free Verse More Like This
Telling my heart to calm down
They’re in a constant battle
Making me feel like a clown
My brain wants to protect the heart
Like a best friend in need
The heart is simply broken
How much can one part bleed?
My heart just wants a matching pair
It leaves my brain desperate in despair
How does the smart one help the dumb one?
Like a blonde and brunette
My brain is okay
My heart is the one in threat
But is the brain truly safe?
After seeing the heart torn apart?
Will it slowly break down as well?
Will it forget to be smart?
Everything has its breaking point
With wisdom, comes a shield
With wisdom in my brain
I’ll keep my heart concealed
Hey Best FriendHey best friend are you hurting?Hey Best Friend in Free Verse More Like This
Or are you smiling at the sky?
Remember the time we laughed all night
And watched the clouds float by?
Hey best friend do you think of me?
When you’re alone late at night
Do you ever think of calling me
If only out of spite?
Hey best friend I miss you
Is it just that easy to say?
How do I know it won’t backfire,
Will you feel the same way?
Hey best friend do you miss me?
Do you think of me at all?
Do you remember me at my weakest?
When I was sure to fall
Hey best friend I need you…
Things aren’t the same
I miss when you would pick on me
And laugh as you said my name
Hey best friend I’m breaking again
But do you even care?
Do you realize our closeness
Was something very rare?
Hey best friend I hope you’re okay
I hope you’re happier than you’ve ever been
Can you just speak to me?
We can start over again
Hey best friend I think it might get better
At least that’s what I’m told…
I just miss y
Pull Me Right InYou pull me right inPull Me Right In in Free Verse More Like This
Then you shove me away
What does that mean?
Why do you treat me this way?
It’s as if you like to see me upset
With a smile on your face
You treat me like i’m your pet
When i’m happy you’re sad
When i’m sad you’re okay
How did we end up being this way?
I’ll hold on to the memories
In hopes that one day everything will be normal once more
Because above you, there’s nothing more I adore
I’ll hold the door open
With arms spread out wide
I’ll stay, I promise
No matter how bumpy the ride
At least then you can’t say I haven’t tried
I’ll be here forever
I can promise you now
I won’t leave or judge you
I’ll only do what you allow
So pull me right in
Please don’t shove me away
I love you so much
It doesn’t have to be this way
LIAR LIARLIAR LIAR i’m screaming at the top of my lungsLIAR LIAR in Free Verse More Like This
I HATE YOU I HATE YOU with fire spitting from our tongues
WHY HAVE YOU DONE THIS ...I trusted you!
YOU CONFORMIST leading my thoughts askew
LEAVE ME ALONE I don’t want to try anything new
Everything they said was true
But somehow I chose to trust you
When nothing seems to feel okay
You’re standing there in my way
Like a broken record
Coming back once again
You’re just a pig
Go back to your pen
Life As a TeenagerLife as a teenagerLife As a Teenager in Free Verse More Like This
You don’t know who you are
You’re scared and wondering
“Will I get very far?”
Everyone tells you
Everything will fall into place
But everyone in your generation
Seems to be in a race
You feel left behind
You don’t know what to do
College applications, tests, adulthood
Seems so strange to you
Everything will fall into place
Is that something I can count on?
Everyone seems so far ahead
I just seem to be frowned upon
You want to be someone
You want to be ahead of the game
Is this everyone’s problem?
Do we all feel the same?
I don’t know where I’m going
But I hope I get there soon
I just want to be a kid again
Watching my favorite cartoon
Eighteen is such a hard age
Everyone expects you to grow up
But they still look at you like you’re a kid
I might just throw up
School is stressful
Life just seems bizarre
How much more can I take?
This is going to leave a scar
Music to help you through it
Cigarettes to keep you sane
How CharmingI'm desperate to find herHow Charming in Free Verse More Like This
to steal another kiss.
should be simpler than this.
Trees know how to be braveThe trees are resigned to dyingTrees know how to be brave in Free Verse More Like This
and still they do not shrivel
against the brutal winds of August.
They reach out. Reach up. Grasp.
They etch out, as veins,
into the tender flesh of the sky
and pierce the sun with broken fingers
trying hard to warm aching bones
for their first and final days
of a life as a skeletal dream.
Trees know that tragedy is not death
but what we let die in us, in life.
Perfect on PaperWe cut heartsPerfect on Paper in Free Verse More Like This
into paper to make streams
That was my impression of it.
That you ripped
the pieces you didn't want
until you got something that was
It's no wonder
that I can't believe that someone
would think I was paper-perfect,
Lay me outLie me under the morturer,Lay me out in Free Verse More Like This
under the mortar
and forget of me
until the periwinkle blue
reminds you of nothing more
than the slate of the sea.
What are you putting into this?
Is it heart
or is it blood?
Lay my life out singularly
upon the slab.
Lay it out;
music and bones spread out
like oils saturated into the canvas
and bleeding out,
like blackcurrants rolled
on table linen
until mothers' fingers run blue
across the collarbones
who groan of war in their sleep.
My quiet life might ricochet.
Lay it out,
and my life might stain then
it might leave echoes
and talk to itself in caves
and whisper of a madman
who collected other peoples pains -
I can't help that. (I've tried)
All I can do is hope
that when I die
you lay me under the mortar
I've ForgottenWhen she diedI've Forgotten in Free Verse More Like This
I tied a knot in my stomach
so I would remember
but I've been so busy
trying to remember her dying
I forgot how to forget.
how to let go -
and the doctors said
they would cut me open
and snip her out
a blade between the bows
and the pain, would be gone
but I've forgotten
how to let go -
and I still don't want to.
How She BurnsShe has astral eyesHow She Burns in Free Verse More Like This
and the tongue of a phoenix
that scorches you
should you dismiss her.
With those milky whites
with a galaxy dropped in
and spooling in the iris
she sees right through.
She has asteroid eyes
that flicker so fast
you might not notice -
you just might not
notice the milky ways
that a galaxy dropped in
spools in the iris
of a phoenix gone wild
Moving OnAll I can tell you isMoving On in Free Verse More Like This
I haven't gotten far
twenty years of yesterday.
Goodnight MoonThe battered sky bloomsGoodnight Moon in Free Verse More Like This
as the dark teabag stain
under her weary eyes.
Like the couplet
strung around her necklace
with teeth marks -
jewels impressed into
the vast expansive sky
of her laden shoulderbones.
The bruise darkens
and the stars seem impossible.
Too far away
and smiling a long dead smile.
But somewhere a pomegranate lip,
swollen with the disdain
that he made her swallow -
somewhere, those lips
find the courage to say
DrewThe man slipped himself onto the chair in front of me and I inhaled the guttural stench of old spice mingled with booze; it reminded me of someone I once knew and my stomach rolled over. I felt guilty for struggling with nausea at the distinct smell because he had smiled so kindly at me. His clothes were clean, his earring was an inoffensive turquoise column, and his reading glasses reflected the external noise of the city in a charming enough way.Drew in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
In all respects he was a perfectly nice seeming fellow (that word suited him with his roughly chopped beard and shiny blue eyes), it wasn't his fault that the stale odour of alcohol made me fold my organs up and compact them tightly in my stomach, braced for emotional impact. My heart throbbed with the sting of that smell and the many hurtful jibes that associated themselves with it.
I got off the bus a stop early and walked because "you can't change someone else but you can change how you cope with your feelings about them". His name was Dr
C19H28O2Testosterone is not a measure of a man.C19H28O2 in Free Verse More Like This
C19H28O2 cannot make me smile
or feel safe in a claustrophobic world
in which breathing causes the piercing
colostomic pain of being alive
to rip through my thoughts.
C19H28O2 doesn't determine how a man loves
or how I love him in return.
It does not tell me whether or not
he will enlighten the biting nightscape.
It does not tell me who, or how to love,
because testosterone is not a measure of a man.
Six Words for a SlumpSix Words For A Slump:Six Words for a Slump in Free Verse More Like This
You're tired, unable to create anything.
You feel angry; the anatomy's wrong!
Why won't these words come together?
"Nothing's right anymore, my hands tremble..."
Yet the solution is fairly simple...
I'm showing it to you now;
Break up your ideas, smaller sized.
They come together, like in Tetris.
Rotate the blocks; shape your art.
Draw chibis and stick figures too.
Instead of epics, try a haiku.
How about a six word story?
If your mind is blocked, overheated.
Let it cool; take it slow.
By attempting all the smaller things,
Your art is sure to grow.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 5th January 2013
UndyingUndying:Undying in Free Verse More Like This
How many days do you spend now, putting me down?
The coffin call for a dead man waiting around
"He's just an underground laughing stock, never to rise"
But on the seventh day I'm coming back; these are my ties!
The kind of promise that you made with the devil inside
You try to take away my soul, but I take it in stride
I ain't a doll that is crushed by the weight of his pride
I am the real and the raw of the things you denied!
You're playing snake games, selling oil, pass it off strong
You're just a pot head, weed dead, smoking your bong.
You try to look away, play and hide; apathy's best
But I'm the kind of bad boy you don't put to the test!
-Chen Yuan Wen, 7th February 2013
How To be HappyHow To be Happy:How To be Happy in Articles & Interviews More Like This
A Simple and Humourous Guide:
Often we find ourselves feeling unhappy, feeling depressed and weepy (some would say whiny), but the truth is that all of us feel undeniably shitty. Therefore, having plenty of experience in this area, I have taken it upon myself to present to you this simple guide.
Righto, you all want to be happy, but none of you are. You've tried several things:
1. Posted a shitty status on Facebook hoping someone will pay attention to you.
2. Cried after no one liked your post because you have no friends.
3. Submitted your post to DA secrets so they could use it.
4. Felt better for about 30 seconds since people faved your secret.
5. If 4 didn't apply, you cried about it some more and then went to Tumblr for the next six hours.
My dear friends, this cycle is not the solution. You are not making yourself feel better, you are making all of our art look worse, especially with step 3! Hence,
Immortal ButterflyImmortal Butterfly:Immortal Butterfly in Free Verse More Like This
I remember the Immortal Butterfly
Translucent wings that drank from the sky
Glittering dust would fall with every flap
Like warm tears dripped upon my tiny back
I would always chase this butterfly
as it makes its way across the sky
When I look I feel as though I can forget
The painful needles that twist into my back
I would always dream of this butterfly
and I wonder if I could ride it and fly in the sky
When I dream about it, I don't regret
Not being able to leave this tiny bed
Sometimes I can't see the butterfly
My vision turns grey like a stormy sky
I get scared during those times, because it makes me think
Of how everything could fade, before my eyes can blink
I remember when you first brought me this butterfly
You said you plucked it right out of the sky
Did you know it was the first thing that made me smile?
I'll tell you that story, so let me rest awhile...
I love...this little butterfly
It gave me dreams...of a beautiful sky
Although it was somethi
Arguing With A MirrorArguing With A Mirror:Arguing With A Mirror in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Ah greetings mister Chen, to what do I owe this dubious pleasure?
Don't play around with me man, you know I'm outta material...
Oh? So it would seem that our mighty street thug has finally come crashing down
Have you come to apologise for putting me aside?
Perhaps you finally realised how important I am for creativity
Say whatever you want pal, but I need some juice and I need it now!
And what makes you think I'll help you this time?
If you recall correctly Chen, was it not you who pushed me out?
As far as I remember, you said you wanted to be "real"
You said that my "expertise" was not currently needed
What can I say, I'm an inconsistent freak, ain't that why we're talkin'?
Clearly your manners could use some work, you ought to be begging me!
Well sorry Johnny English, beggin' just ain't what I do y'know
Sides, let's get down to brass tacks here, you're me! If I book it, you book it
Do you believe you have some sort of h
Blue EyesBlue Eyes:Blue Eyes in Free Verse More Like This
A man once told me that blue eyes were best
So I decided I would put these words to a test.
I ran across the globe and found a blue eyed fish
It tasted very tasty when served as a dish
I then went to Ireland to find a blue eyed gnome
Instead I got a Lephrechaun whose name was 'Jerome'
I used him as bait to catch some blue eyed mice
I suppose he now regrets that he lost at dice...
I then used the mice to catch a blue eyed cat
I then used the cat to catch a blue eyed dog
I then used the dog to catch a blue eyed witch
I think I left that one down in a ditch...
In any case...
I returned back home to my quaint boulevard
Where some band named 'Greenday' was out in the yard
I asked the singer what he thought of eyes
But all he muttered was 'cakes are lies...'
Feeling quite unsure about the blue eyed theory
I decided to talk to my friend named Mary
She had a cute face and her eyes were green
So I told her those were the best I'd seen
She invited me home for Coff
You Have No Right To LiveYou Have No Right To Live:You Have No Right To Live in Free Verse More Like This
Hey, what are you doing?
That's mine, now give it back.
You're stupid, you should just go die!
Okay, I'm sorry...
What, you failed again?
Just how much money do you think we're spending on this,
Do you think it just falls from the sky?
I can't believe you; and don't give me that look!
You better straighten up now you hear me
And if you keep looking like a dead fish,
I'm going to make you wish you were one.
Hey, being around you is driving me nuts,
You never want to do anything, you don't even care,
Why bother even breathing if you're going to act like you're dead!
A lousy person like you should just go die!
okay, fine! I will...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 26th November 2012
Bringer of the NightBringer of the Night:Bringer of the Night in Free Verse More Like This
Born from the kiss of a goddess
And drenched in the cauldron of lies.
He emerged as a being of entropy
Bearing the mark of flies...
His wings were made from crow-like feathers
Black as the dust of the night.
His fangs were laden with horrid infection
Made from the stone of blight.
A single bite, was poison enough
And soon they began to change...
The children loved by the lady in white
Soon they became deranged.
Powerful beings of might and magic
They soared through the moonlit sky!
They flew amongst the twinkling stars
But their gift was a burning lie...
Falling to the ground like choking insects
Crawling in the dirt with a painful thirst.
These creatures needed the taste of blood
And their friends would be the first.
Neighbours, comrades, it mattered not!
Survival become an instinctive drive.
To bite and feed was a natural feeling
And horror came when night arrived.
Men or women, children who slept;
Through windows and doors they would slithe
Dear Angry PersonIt has come to my attention that youDear Angry Person in Letters More Like This
are about as pleasant as a rank plate of lemons jammed down an old lady’s throathave some behavioural problems with regards to your interactions with the community. This is not good for you and for that reason; I hope you will read this letter.
Considering that your actions reflect badly on you as a
walking sack of organic waste that is sucking up our airartist, I thought that I would step in and offer my own take on things. I hope within this letter to assist you in removing the metallic rod you have jammed so far up your posterior!by explaining to you that your behaviour ,which reminded me of a repugnant cat-lady swearing at the kids on her lawn,was improper, considering the circumstances and the alternative.
You see, I too am an individual that has trouble controlling his emotions. I strive very hard not to say what I am truly thinking as more often than not, you
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
MistletoeI've never been kissed under the mistletoe,Mistletoe in Free Verse More Like This
such a sweet thought it is;
someone waiting for me under the mistletoe,
waiting for a Christmas kiss.
Will you be there waiting for me?
Little LifeThis little life that is mineLittle Life in Free Verse More Like This
is so ordinary,
so like everyone else's.
What seperates me from the crowd?
I'm just a number in a computer,
one that will eventually be deleted.
Just another citizen
that lives through the day,
not doing anything out of the way.
I work for a living
and pay for my school...
My name probably won't be remembered,
whiped away like dirt on a mirror
or wisped away like dust in the wind.
There would be no reason to remember me,
I'm nothing out of the ordinary.
but certainly something to someone,
he tells me so.
Says that I am everything to him.
He might remember my name years from now.
but he might not.
After all there's the chance
he could find someone to take my place.
I'm nothing special afterall.
Heart in a JarI give to you my heart in a jarHeart in a Jar in Free Verse More Like This
to place upon your bedside table.
Be careful no to drop and shatter,
for it cannot be repaired or replaced.
I give to you my heart in a jar,
it's nothing fancy, just simple.
No ribbons or lace, no glitter to decorate
just a simple heart to show you my love.
SongbirdI want to find myself,Songbird in Free Verse More Like This
lost in this life.
Surrounded by these bars
like a songbird in a cage.
My song buried deep,
hidden in the city noise,
trapped in my lungs
waiting to get out.
Bars all around me,
trapping me here.
I want to spread my wings
and fly to my own height.
My voice is gone,
I can't stand for myself.
I'm being held back,
and it feels I can't escape.
Red HeartsDecorated in pink glitter,Red Hearts in Free Verse More Like This
white lace and ribbons.
Red hearts of monstrous proportions
filled with expensive chocolates.
They are to be considered
as tokens of affection...
a marketing ploy,
it's as simple as that.
Boyfriends and husbands panic,
running from store to store
trying to find cards and candy.
The joke is on them,
all we want is to be with them.
No lace, no glitter, no candy,
no red hearts of monstrous size,
just them holding our hand.
PeacockShow me your colors,Peacock in Free Verse More Like This
who you truly are.
no shield to hide behind.
Lay out all your feathers,
all of your skeletons.
From the darkest shade
to the most brilliant blue.
Let me see the real you,
all on display.
Like a glass prism
in the brightest sun.
In the MoonlightThe crescent moon sits high,In the Moonlight in Free Verse More Like This
reflecting its light on all.
Smiling to the world
with a thin line of white,
a small, mocking smile.
ShatteredThere's glass on the floor,Shattered in Free Verse More Like This
broken in tiny pieces
reflecting my image
in many different shapes.
I look at myself,
wondering what I did wrong,
wondering what happened.
All I can do is cry.
My heart feels like
the shattered glass,
my world has crumbled
down around my feet.
Scattered about the floor
in so many little pieces,
I don't know where to begin
to put myself together.
2:37 AMi sat in my room2:37 AM in Free Verse More Like This
and screamed your name
into the sheets
in hopes that your left over breaths
would hear me.
my throat is bleeding:
no one cares.
there's something fatal about coughing up verse.i got written up for writing poetry on the desksthere's something fatal about coughing up verse. in Free Verse More Like This
i don't think they liked the language i used
when i wrote how my heart was beating
like headboards against the walls of people fucking
at 3 am to the sounds of joy division
whenever you read me paintings at dawn.
they were going to send me to the counselor,
but i said my therapist probably wouldn't like that,
so they just let me go.
but this saturday, when i'm cleaning lives off of every desk in school,
i'll just be thinking how much i'd rather be sitting on your roof
and laughing when we argue about rimbaud
and sighing as we start to die.
i'd haunt you if you'd like.my hands are paralyzed and you're waiting for me to touch your face,i'd haunt you if you'd like. in Free Verse More Like This
but that doesn't really matter because i'd rather touch your soul
and if you close your eyes long enough i'll read you poetry as we lay atop the monkeybars
in this old and rusted park
you can pretend to know the constellations and point them out to me and i'll tell you they're all beautiful, but nothing compared to you
if i'm lucky you'll blush and laugh at me,
tell me i say the dumbest things but deep down it'll register in your soul just how much i love you
and i know they say you can only save yourself, but darling i swear if you'll just have the slightest bit of faith i'll save the fuck out of you or i'll destroy myself trying,
because i honestly can't think of any other purpose for my life
or what smidge of it i've been able to hold on to.
whispers.i was so hesitantwhispers. in Free Verse More Like This
to take your hand,
because when you said you loved me
i knew you meant it
and that scared the hell out of me.
right now it's raining outside.i take the things i loveright now it's raining outside. in Free Verse More Like This
and hold them tight like a rose beneath my fingers,
my knuckles manage to fade a whiter hue
and slowly the petals bleed,
and i'm left with the crumbled thorns
of painful regret.
they would have been better off
had i just let them
is this what nostalgia taste like?i'm reminded of things i'd rather forget,is this what nostalgia taste like? in Free Verse More Like This
i have memories of words that were never said.
each time i look in a mirror
i see you over my shoulder, studying the lines forming on my face.
i'm growing old, older than i should be;
middle-aged, but drowning in high school.
i think i used to know where i'm going,
but now my best guess is the grave;
i think i died when i met you,
but that's okay with me, i was dying anyway.
why didn't i delete this song?you're in my veinswhy didn't i delete this song? in Free Verse More Like This
injected from ivory headphones
doses surging at high volumes.
each note is a memory,
each verse is a kiss.
i don't want to remember,
but i don't want to forget.
i hate that you ruined this for me
what used to be my favorite song
and now all i can do
is think back
to that night in the park.
you're in my veins,
your name pumping through my heart.
you make it hard to bleed.
the shadows beneath my eyes remind me of you.i got bored in class last friday,the shadows beneath my eyes remind me of you. in Free Verse More Like This
so i wrote a poem upon my hand,
and when my teacher walked by he read it.
"that's deep," he said.
"i know," i told him,
sweet dreams and summer storms.and as you gently drift awaysweet dreams and summer storms. in Free Verse More Like This
that drumming sound you hear in the sky
beside the rain
isn't the thunder you love so much,
but the reverberation of my lungs bursting
as i scream your name so loud
my throat crumbles.
so tell me, dear,
how do you sleep?
NaPoWriMo: Day 9More respectNaPoWriMo: Day 9 in Free Verse More Like This
for hungry lions,
doesn’t want to write this poem.
As she forgets how to use words
(on most days,)
relying on curses
like casting some witch's spell-
with only ten dollars to her name.
The oldest daughter:
she’s still somewhere in the middle,
because they had no other way
to categorize her.
Getting her first gravestone at three-
not to the gods,
but to the lily stargazers
in her palms.
she would become a bird,
& never come back.
She doesn’t want her death
laid out like a fast-food
how does she begin to explain
cultivating in her breastbone?
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.
love letters carved into wrists
she never sent.
She is Porphyria, & you are her lover.
respiration.i am shipwrecked fever;respiration. in Free Verse More Like This
& she is denied oxygen.
i taste sirens on the shore
of her collarbones,
& salt-licked sea limbs.
but, it's the natural disaster
wrapped around her coral spine
that really has my lungs
The rule of nines.I know more about half-moon palmsThe rule of nines. in Free Verse More Like This
than most know about
the kind that beg dandelion child,
I know about forged castle ribs & broken homes.
Myths that are half fact & imaginary friend
turned bogieman -
Fangs that tear clear through ice-bone hearts
like they are nothing but pretty paper
to be folded over, again & again & again
by the hands of quivering youths:
Icarus, the reincarnated
sky conqueror searching for warmth.
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
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,
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.
S u p e r n o v aI left my heart in the elevatorS u p e r n o v a in Free Verse More Like This
1,000 floors above your own.
Humming mismatched melodies
to the fallen stars
in your outstretched palms
Your curling fingers
reached out to empty galaxies.
You always longed to leap
from the tallest of skyscrapers,
Believing yourself an angel
who'd merely forgotten how to fly-
As I forgot to tell you:
aren't as pretty
as they sound.
NaPoWriMo: Day 10 Have you ever been so cold, Sweetheart,NaPoWriMo: Day 10 in Free Verse More Like This
your knees q u a k e d like that Jenga piece
that buckled just before your whole foundation
& no matter
how many times
I've restarted your heart,
one would think
I'd grow tired,
I'm still writing you in poetry
(in the most inappropriate of places.)
You forced yourself beneath my blades
& my fingertips,
Licking unstable knees,
you were death on my tongue:
angry apricot eyes, unforgivable sin
scaring my limbs &
haunting my dreams.
& I'd still try to save your fucking life.
Cemetery CatsThe wolves were out that nightCemetery Cats in Free Verse More Like This
and all of the hook laden quips
that we concocted
fell upon lips
like a hummingbird's whisper.
Then, they ignited into flames
like burning stars.
That should have been us:
beautiful ash, supernova romance
with tongue and fingers soaked in ink.
We always did find the taste of Heaven
stale, like coffee three days old.
And with that taste still lingering,
you were a walking oxymoron.
A sinner come to save
these easily swayed, glass bones
from smashing into oblivion.
I longed to taste that wild,
untamed energy beneath your skin.
Devour that dragons heart,
and tattoo love along the bruises
I begged you to leave on my arms.
[ The 7 deadly sins wrapped up
into one nasty little Pisces. ]
You made me violent.
Names come and go,
but the race of these
rose petal hearts
wont easily be forgotten.--
As we spent our nights in graveyards,
with ghosts, in the company of
stone angels and cemetery cats-
Whispering our secrets to the dead.
fly.this is hard for the world around us to grasp:fly. in Free Verse More Like This
these wildfires raging in our retinas
& the sins we wear like demonic similes
on our tongues- they are not enough.
& i am so fucking sorry of saying i'm sorry.
but, tell me,
what is a young poet(ess) to do
with veins made of kite strings?
Well...Well, you're not anorexic. So you must be fat.Well... in Free Verse More Like This
A fat, ugly person.
Well, you fit in with the crowd. You must be a fake.
A fake wannabe.
Well, you're happy. What are you hiding?
You've got to be hiding something.
Well, you're sad. You must be emo.
An emo attention seeker.
Well, you're popular. So you must be a jerk.
Why would anyone like you in the first place?
Well, you're quiet. You must be a nobody.
Nobody at all.
Well, you're you.
What else could go wrong?
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.
I AmI am the shadow, and I am the lightI Am in Free Verse More Like This
I am the sunlight, and I am the night
I am the battle, and I am the fighter
I am the water, and I am the fire
I am a raindrop just ready to fall
I am the world, and yet…
No one at all.
Are You?I'm sorry,Are You? in Free Verse More Like This
that I'm not
I'm not a supermodel.
that I'm not
I'm not a comedian.
that I'm not
that I'm not
that I'm not
I'm not perfect.
CyberbulliesI know you, but you don't know me.Cyberbullies in Free Verse More Like This
I know what I've heard, and I know what I've seen.
You're such a slut (at least that's how it'll seem)
I'll spit at you with hatred until you start to bleed.
I know where you've been and I know what you've done.
I know who you are... now let's have some fun.
"Did you hear about that girl?"
"Yeah. She's so disgusting."
I know you, and I know where to call.
I know you, but you don't know me at all.
I'll dial your number, and hey, it's ringing!
I can't wait to hear your cries singing.
"Slut." "Whore." "Freak." "Weirdo." "Loser."
Well, you're all mine now, so where do i start?
I know! I'll start at the back of your heart.
That guy that you like? Well, we'll pretend we're him.
What should we make him say? Oh, where to begin?
"You're so ugly." "Anorexic!" "Do you always look this bad?"
Next day at school, and you didn't show up.
The teacher comes in with a horrible look.
"She killed herself. Last ni
Get Over It“You’re just sad.”Get Over It in Free Verse More Like This
“Suck it up.”
And the worst?
“Get over it.”
I’m not just sad. I suffer from depression
Waiting for happiness’s resurrection.
I can’t just forget it, it’s in me for good
I can’t do the things that I know I should.
I’m not just sad. I’m broken. I’m lost.
I’ve tried everything to fix it, no matter the cost.
I’ve carried a blade just to hold to my wrist.
I’ve carried a dream inside of my fist.
I’ve talked about it, like they say I should do
But all my efforts are stopped by ignorant people like you.
“You’re just sad.”
“Suck it up.”
And the worst?
“Get over it.”
Stronger than SuicideYou are so much stronger than suicide.Stronger than Suicide in Free Verse More Like This
You are so much more powerful than the cuts on your arm,
And so much better than your eating disorder.
So much more than your scars.
Please look me in the eyes,
And show me your wounds,
Whether they be on your forearm,
Or your heart.
Have you been skipping meals?
Have you been cutting?
Well, here’s something for you to try.
Think one thing,
Just one thing,
Just remember to prove to the world,
Are stronger than
Bipolar DisorderLook over your shoulder. They're watching you.Bipolar Disorder in Free Verse More Like This
Tighten your stomach muscles.
Bounce your leg up and down.
"Are you okay?"
Don't say anything.
Feel it, feel the thoughts melting from your mind.
"What are you doing?"
They're behind you.
Kill them before they kill you.
Please save me.
Crazy. You're crazy.
No one wants you.
Pull the trigger.
"Please tell me what's wrong."
You wouldn't understand.
"Who are you? I don't know you anymore."
I'm a nobody.
I am Bipolar Disorder.
... "I don't know."
Silly GirlSilly girl,Silly Girl in Free Verse More Like This
Whose eyes rain crystals,
Why do you wish to heal?
Do you not understand the beauty
Of your ability to feel?
Whose grin’s so bright,
Why do you wish to change?
A soul with no emotion
Would appear to be quite strange.
Whose face is dull,
Why do you live this myth?
You choose to be a shadow,
Smashing daisies with your fist.
With wounds and scars,
Why have you chosen this death?
No, sinking into your own grave
Would be better than such regret.
You’ve started to feel,
Just recently you’ve started to cry.
You’ve been down this path again and again,
With a pain you’re designed to deny.
Whose eyes rain crystals,
Why do you wish to heal?
Do you not remember the torture
Of being unable to feel?
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.
Then you must be perfect.
.i dug up the. in Free Verse More Like This
past again, those
i set them loose
inside the house
and now we have
.time will only heal your. in Free Verse More Like This
wounds on the condition
you'll let him prise them
open again, upon return
.you're afraid. in Free Verse More Like This
to let anyone
stoke the fire
in your chest
you will burn
.sometimes. in Free Verse More Like This
in my head
curl up in
the beat of
.in the night. in Free Verse More Like This
time you are
skin and stitches
you up with a
purer love, until
the morning comes,
the sun runs his
teeth through your
seams again, splits
.a scalpel from. in Free Verse More Like This
wrist to elbow-
you will not be
living under my
.i have loved. in Free Verse More Like This
i have danced
to the music of torture
i can forget the rest
Be Careful of What You Wish For : Part XPart XBe Careful of What You Wish For : Part X in Short Stories More Like This
The first thing she saw when she opened her eyes, was a head of green hair resting by her hand. A large, but human sized hand, rested loosely atop of her's. She carefully moved her hand to touch his hair, the movement alerted the human sized giant that she was awake. As Dominic looked up to Cailyn she smiled, "You know I always wondered if you hair is naturally green or is it dyed."
"You're in a hospital after an attack and you ask about my hair color?"
A weak smile spread on her face, "You're alive and well. The pain I feel says I'm alive, and I've just been wondering."
"Hair dye. I'm a blonde," Dominic rose from his seat to stretch. Cailyn noticed the bandages on his own arm.
"You were stabbed "
"I needed a few stiches, nothing li
Be Careful of What You Wish For : Part VIIIPart VIIIBe Careful of What You Wish For : Part VIII in Short Stories More Like This
Since that first night when she cried herself to sleep, Cailyn had not fallen asleep when Dominic was around. Even when human sized he would leave before she went to bed and at his house she went home. Their friendship looked easy going and rather laid back but the truth of the matter was anything but. Cailyn continued to wear her red string hoping to find her soul mate, the problem was she knew she was in love with Dominic. She continued to wear the string because Dominic only wanted to be her friend as far as she knew. Dominic made the excuse that it was hard for giants to tell each other apart when smaller, so finding dates was difficult since dating a human would end awkwardly. He too knew the truth was he fell for Cailyn and he didn't date because he couldn't lie to himself.
As time went on there wasn't a day that they spent apart and the times th
CelebrationI swayed my hips back and forth, singing as I worked. Most males would not bother singing and dancing around. Especially not ones that were 6'8" with plenty of muscle on my frame, I was no Incredible Hulk of muscle but I certainly wasn't the slender muscle of a runner or a swimmer. I was somewhere in between. Enough to make my tall form be proportionate and not gangly.Celebration in Short Stories More Like This
It took me a moment to realize there were eyes on me. Those eyes seemed to be following the sway of my, if I do say so myself, nice butt. I smiled at the midnight blue eyes giving me a leer, didn't help I might not have been wearing a lot of clothing. Or any clothing. As I danced around the room I shared with my mate. Not many people just barged in other then her so I didn't have much to worry about.
My little mate, I smiled seeing her swollen belly. Pregnant with my babies, I wanted to practically explode with h
Baby It's Cold Outside...~*~ WARNING : CONTAINS SOFT, NON-FATAL VORE~*~Baby It's Cold Outside... in Short Stories More Like This
Leaning in I placed a soft kiss upon the forehead of my second oldest daughter. My little Rillen slept snuggled up in her bed, clinging to her teddy bear and purring in her sleep. Setting down the book we had just gotten another two chapters through, I made sure she was tucked in warmly before checking her window. Her whole room was set up now to be a mini defense chamber for her. The window was created so it was unable to be broken or be torn apart and the only lock being for her to lock and unlock from the inside. Right now it was just wide enough for her, very thin frame to wiggle out of it if she wanted too, adults had no chance. Making sure the lock was in place I headed from the room, gently clicking the lock for her before I shut the door.
Again, the only lock was on the inside, no one could tear the door down to get to her. No one could snap the lock.
Be Careful of What You Wish For : Part IXPart IXBe Careful of What You Wish For : Part IX in Short Stories More Like This
Cailyn felt small and defenseless. Touching the small crystal point necklace did little to reassure her. Her mind kept telling her she was at work, she was safe, nothing was going to happen but those thoughts did little to lessen her nerves. She felt exposed as if someone was watching her every movement. It was odd, but the sensation only really bugged her while at work, she had felt fine when she ran to her apartment for a quick freshening up before rushing off to her work.
Once more she touched the piece of jet around her neck but frankly she just wanted her day to be over with so she could see Dominic. She wanted to talk to him about his earlier words and she wanted to feel safe again. The thought of his words caused her heart to beat faster and by lunch she had very little written and knew she would get even less done after lunch. With the
Courting a PrincessCourting a Princess in Short Stories More Like This
Why did my nerves have to get the best of me? I didn't even need to be nervous. This was all a formality. A show really
A big production, something monumental but it would change nothing my life, just make things easier later on. If I were to ever have to take the crown, which I did hope would never happen, I did not want an argument that I was not married in the eyes of the Elowena court. To be married, especially given I am a Princess, and not just any Princess but the next in line for the throne, there were procedures that had to be taken.
I chewed lightly on a claw, a habit I got from my mother that I only did in private and when very nervous. The soft little whimper reminded me I was not in private though. I crouched down by the basket on the floor and lightly stroked the chubby cheek of my newborn son. Oh but he is beautiful, hair as black as his Onai
Promise RingI let my feet gently swing back and forth as I sat upon the branch and gazed at the puffy grey white clouds as they ambled along. The air smelled a little like rain, I wondered if I would be sitting out here in the rain. It would give me an excuse to dance and play without anyone getting upset, because I made a promise to wait here until I received something that I was to then insure it got to the proper owner. I wasn't sure who would be delivering, what I would be receiving, when I would be getting it, or who I would be giving it to. I had been told that the person bringing the item would have all the information for me, and since it had been a member of my family to explain all of this, I trusted I would be safe.Promise Ring in Short Stories More Like This
Without a sound a tilted my head to listen, what I heard was so slight it could be the rain I was waiting for. No it was an even sound and rain is uneven. It was of three soft taps and rain sounds of hund
The Claddagh"Oh " I placed a hand on the eight month baby belly I was sporting, my little girl moving around rather obsessively. She was getting more and more active and I was starting to think she had her mama's strength. I gave my belly a tender rub as I spoke softly to her, today I decided on Russian. No reason why, I just felt in a Russian speaking mood. When you're over six hundred years you learn a few dozen languages. A friend of mine, practically a baby sister to me, speaks dozens and she's fewer than thirty. I felt more kicks before finally the movement began to ease. I chuckled, "That's daddy's little girl."The Claddagh in Short Stories More Like This
Walking was starting to get a little harder to do. More than twenty feet and I would get winded, which is a bit frustrating as I am healthy and in great shape. I guess this baby need her daddy to give a lot to her so she would become big and strong. I gave another little
Frozen Heart : Chapter Three She's so small...Frozen Heart : Chapter Three in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She is about the size for human females. We have been gone long...maybe she seems smaller.
No, I think she is just small.
How do you mean?
One of our tunics is to her knees.
We're also big.
There was a chuckle through their bond that caused Seth go look at his brother in wonder of why he was laughing.
"I am sure she seems smaller because she is also wounded."
"She seems so delicate."
"To us? Everyone is delicate. She cannot be too bad off...she survived a lot."
"True. How long has it been since we have left our mountain?"
"That long.." Seth mumbled.
"Do you think we should move our weapons before she wakes up?" Keiran asked after a few moments of silence.
"Do you think we need too?"
"I do not know, but she might panic when..." His words were cut short as they heard a pained groan from the other room and a thump of something hitting the floor. They were both at the door in an instant.
She groaned, now was not the time for her l
Dragon Bait : Chapter Seven Chapter SevenDragon Bait : Chapter Seven in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I kept the tears silent, which for me was near suffocating, after prolonged tears it became hard to breathe. To the point of tears mixed with gasping and hyperventilating. I wish I knew the way to cry violently but do so silently, for I never liked to cry before anyone. I do not know why I hide my tears but I do. So, in a fashion true to myself, I found a corner that was in a room without another person, nor did it seem a room that drew people to it often, dropped to my knees and wedged myself in as much as I could.
The only relief I had was from the cold wall against my forehead as I gasped a whimper, trying to force myself to stop. That was the problem, even if tears did not flow it took time for me to ease my breathing. More so, the tears had not actually stopped, I had hoped by calming my breath I would stop the dreadful tears. Another gasp, clasping my hand over my mouth I shook and made more whimpered and pained quiet sounds as I tried to control mys