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
Sweet Little AngelsSweet Little Angels:Sweet Little Angels in Free Verse More Like This
You always loved them and cared for them deeply
They were the joy of your life and you held them close.
Until one day, sadly, they were taken from you
and your heart was torn by the pain and grief...
But remember always, that they will watch over you
though you might not feel them presently
You can hear their whispers when the wind is blowing
and you can feel their warmth on the lonely nights
They will always remain in your memories
For that is where you keep a part of them
A loving part that will never fade
Therefore, do not think of them as being 'gone'
Instead take heart in the fact that they are waiting
So that one day, you might both embrace each other once more...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 6th June 2012
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
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
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
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
BelovedBeloved:Beloved in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
With a bright radiant smile
If only for me...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 4th 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
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
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?
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.
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.
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.
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.
WebsYou want the truthWebs in Free Verse More Like This
but you tell lies
like a spider on a twig
spins her complicated web.
They're just words you say,
what they mean doesn't matter.
They're just words you say,
but they mean the world.
Me, the FlowerI'm in the garden,Me, the Flower in Free Verse More Like This
waiting for you.
A little flower,
shielded by trees.
I'm craving the sun
that is your love,
but it has yet to come.
I need the warmth,
that has gone away.
A frost is coming,
I feel it in my roots.
I'm in the garden,
waiting for nutrients.
I'm starving for your love
that you haven't shown.
I'm deprived of the sun,
that I need to grow.
Stuck in the dark,
where I can't show my colors.
My petals wilted,
dropping to the ground.
I crave the sun.
Paper FlowersPaper flowers full of wordsPaper Flowers in Free Verse More Like This
of a not so ancient mind
litter the floor.
Flowers blooming everywhere
each with different ideas
going absolutly nowhere.
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.
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.
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
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,
Moving OnAll I can tell you isMoving On in Free Verse More Like This
I haven't gotten far
twenty years of yesterday.
WhiteShe sat at her marble desk with her sharp elbows forming another series of angles within the clean outline of the room. Her dark hair was a shock against the cynically white walls, painted so precisely to imitate a lack of colour, the room was markedly White. Except for the strikes of chrome down the walls that constituted pipeworks all was white except her. She stood out, but with such intent that all who visited this office knew to feel uncomfortable at once.White in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Let Me TryI'm trying notLet Me Try in Free Verse More Like This
to feel it, just let me hold
my breath, don't
remind me of warmth.
I can't risk
defrosting my veins
because if the blood moves again
in my heart
I might die -
and I - I - I can't
So let me shut my eyes.
Give me just a minute to try,
to try not to feel
for you, tonight.
Expensive LiesI sit and stare at the toilet bowl.Expensive Lies in Free Verse More Like This
A guy I know is bulimic.
When we compliment him
I see the twist of agony in his eyes
as his brain reprograms it
to sound like an expensive lie
that costs him another tear
in his tattered dignity.
Friends hurry to him,
to reassure him, to love him.
They tell him how beautiful he is.
We didn't know him before,
but he's definitely not fat now.
We whisper things in concern like;
body dysmorphic disorder.
'I know you'll never believe me
but you are so gorgeous -
not just on the inside.' Not just.
And they're right, I join in,
because they are right to say it
because it happens to be true -
he is stunning. Not just on the outside.
And we want him to see himself
the way we see him, beautiful.
And I join in because
I've felt that strangle of pain
in my stomach, bowels and belly,
when someone used to tell me lies.
So I know how he feels.
Only, he is beautiful on the outside
and I'm not.
He's not seeing reality in the mirror
and I am.
And people rush to correc
Song: I'm Sorry[VERSE 1]Song: I'm Sorry in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
It's not your fault
cos I taught you how to love me
taught you to expect
me at the door when you get home
It's not your fault
that I always wanted to be there for you
wanted to make sure
that you would never feel alone
no that's not you
no that's not you
It's not your fault
if i say sorry too much
it's not, it's not
that's my fault and I'm sorry (I'm sorry, I'm sorry)
It's not your fault
I made you expect the world from me
because once upon a time
I was giving that freely
but now I'm getting tired
of all you want me to be
but that's not your fault
no that's not you
that's not you (I'm sorry, I'm sorry)
It's not your fault
that I trained you to smile
when I do nice things for you
time after time
It's not your fault
that you take them for granted
when I said 'oh its nothing'
and now it seems I'm
So I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so -
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so -
that's not you, it's just
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.
i am a magenta february.Winteri am a magenta february. in Free Verse More Like This
is still clinging
to my skin,
sleeping within the tangles
of my night witch hair.
65 days to learn
& Icarus, with his
sun kissed fingers
my throat, giggles
knowingly in my ear.
I have misplaced my
of a heart
so many times,
I’m not even sure
it ever existed
they never lie-
Covered in frost
I am a magenta
the imprint of teeth
that bruised centuries
& bed sheets.
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.
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
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.
Cemetery CatsThe wolves were out that nightCemetery Cats in Free Verse More Like This
and all of the hook laden quips
that we concocted
fell upon lips
like a hummingbird's whisper.
Then, they ignited into flames
like burning stars.
That should have been us:
beautiful ash, supernova romance
with tongue and fingers soaked in ink.
We always did find the taste of Heaven
stale, like coffee three days old.
And with that taste still lingering,
you were a walking oxymoron.
A sinner come to save
these easily swayed, glass bones
from smashing into oblivion.
I longed to taste that wild,
untamed energy beneath your skin.
Devour that dragons heart,
and tattoo love along the bruises
I begged you to leave on my arms.
[ The 7 deadly sins wrapped up
into one nasty little Pisces. ]
You made me violent.
Names come and go,
but the race of these
rose petal hearts
wont easily be forgotten.--
As we spent our nights in graveyards,
with ghosts, in the company of
stone angels and cemetery cats-
Whispering our secrets to the dead.
NaPoWriMo: Day 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.
You write love songsWith numb fingers, you strum the melody that'sYou write love songs in Free Verse More Like This
Stuck in your head like a broken record.
You pray to the heavens to keep you grounded,
You have yet to find that special something.
Believing your heart is made of paper-
Shredded into a million pieces and
spread out upon the earth.
Searching for years,
Missing that one tiny piece
To make yourself whole again.
But you tap
And you hum,
And you dance to the beat
Of that song stuck on repeat
Inside your head-
From the paper heart
You hold in your hand.
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,
.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
.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
.she calls down angels. in Free Verse More Like This
just to burn their
to see them rise then
fall, those flailing
she tells them, this
is what it's like
to be human
and they say judgement
will arrive for you, my
girl, you will be
cleansed by burning
and i strike another match
.i've been breaking out of. in Free Verse More Like This
hell, but the devil don't
he slips a return ticket
into my pocket and says,
you're gonna wanna
use this, kid
.she carries more mistakes than. in Free Verse More Like This
there are stars, behind her
a lifetime of
a human supernova
.a scalpel from. in Free Verse More Like This
wrist to elbow-
you will not be
living under my
.i will not. in Free Verse More Like This
love for fear
and if a
ivy, i'll cut it
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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
wilt.my brother bought my girlfriend roseswilt. in Free Verse More Like This
one day in june.
i can’t say that i blame her for smiling,
i’m sure she was sick of daisies--
i always put daisies everywhere
and wrote poems on the petals.
i was too romantic,
too feeble and weak.
my stone skin only kept her cold
and girls like her desire warmth.
sometimes i still buy her daisies,
even though i just let them slowly die atop my dresser.
i still buy them for her,
even though it doesn't matter.
stupid youth.my lungs whispered and asked the smokestupid youth. in Free Verse More Like This
to the sound of your slurred voice
singing off key
to whatever song came on the radio.
i'm sure the stars looked down on us
as we laughed and ran about that dying meadow
in the ides of october.
there's something bordering on nostalgia
i feel for that scuffed leather jacket
you always wear.
but maybe it's just dreaming.
and when we finally started back home
we could have died
and for once in our lives
it would have been with smiles on our faces.
i wonder what the coroner would have
left.i just needed you to stayleft. in Free Verse More Like This
but you couldn't hear me beg you,
because the world outside
was so damn loud.
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.
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.”
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.
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."
Stop asking me...Stop asking me what's wrongStop asking me... in Free Verse More Like This
Because I'm never going to answer.
Stop telling me it gets better
Because I've accepted that it'll never change.
Stop begging me to let you in
Because even then, I'm just going to fake a smile.
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?
LabelsAttention seeker?Labels in Free Verse More Like This
Maybe fighting for acception.
Rather, suffering rejection...
Maybe breaking for direction...
Perhaps dying for correction...
Maybe hurting for affection..
So maybe before you label someone just because you don't feel a connection...
Maybe fix yourself before you point out imperfections.
nostalgia is poisoncall me a hoarder if younostalgia is poison in Free Verse More Like This
i steal memories from
and crystallized dining
collect them in
kisses and nasty little
i can't seem to part
with them, no matter how
severely they threaten my
tenI've politely declined deathten in Free Verse More Like This
for maybe the seventh time
but he's a rather persistent
fellow; he never lets my
4:13the pale lilac of a thunderstorm4:13 in Free Verse More Like This
is keeping me awake,
but so is the perfect V
cradled between your hips
and how easily our
when we're intertwined
nineteenpushing and pulling my diaphragmnineteen in Free Verse More Like This
is a real chore as of late
sixteendon't assume sugar willsixteen in Free Verse More Like This
glue you two back together
you'll both be poisoned
from the sticky sweet lies
six words concerning self-esteema declawed cat can still bitesix words concerning self-esteem in Free Verse More Like This
a note on ex-loversdo not make the persona note on ex-lovers in Free Verse More Like This
you deemed unlovable
into solid granite;
for they, too, are human.
and they may not deserve
your softness anymore,
but if you treat them
like a monster, you're
no better than them
eighteeni'm just aeighteen in Free Verse More Like This
shatteredi watched youshattered in Free Verse More Like This
lay the darkest parts
of yourself along my bed,
kept you safe as they
they may still
bite like razors,
but your armor
has grown thicker.
Neutered and Colourblindwe're a glob of pink-grey bubblegumNeutered and Colourblind in Free Verse More Like This
piloting a slab of spiced meat.
we flaunt a rub of sweetly blended
emotions, dress up with the greens
of love and compassion, a slightly
altered taste than the person
next to you.
physical attributes cannot be ignored
but the extra kick of personality
and the zesty pinch of
variance you radiate are far more
pigment and gender mean nothing, just don't breed pain
or treat equals like peasants.
I Find Strength In My StrugglesSometimes I-I Find Strength In My Struggles in Free Verse More Like This
I don’t think I can take it
The unrelenting pain
The never ending fights
The choked, almost silent, sobs at night
I wonder when I’ll break
My chest feels like it’s in a knot
All my emotions swimming in my eyes, running out of my nose, clogging my throat
And I cannot breathe anymore
Sometimes I think that one of these days I won’t be able to take it
That maybe I’ll just break, I’ll bend so far in ways I’m not supposed to that I’ll shatter into thousands of unrecoverable pieces
No… I remember that I am strong and these thoughts-
They slink back into a box which some part of me unlocked.
NegligenceMy heartstrings are thin and wearyNegligence in Free Verse More Like This
They’re not as strong as a spider’s silk-
You Won't Be My Last StarYou Won't Be My Last Star in Emotional More Like This
i. The stars remind me of you- and now my body tenses up at the thought of the name beginning with a ‘W’ and ending with a ‘Y’. After those things you said to me it really hurts me to look back up at the night sky but I promised myself that I wouldn’t let things that make me happy be ruined by you.
ii. And so while letting my cat in the other night it was clear for once in- wait I have to count how many times the night was cloudy and storming and I couldn’t see what I loved so dearly- roughly fifteen days. And so I allowed- maybe I forced- myself to look up at the stars and sigh happily at the beauty.
iii. You said you’d get me a tripod for Christmas because whenever you’d call me on the phone it would be at stupid hours of the night when we both should have been sleeping, but instead we were both outside in the ridiculous cold looking up at what we couldn’t reach. I don’t know why I believed you- that you’d get me a
Never Say ForeverNeverNever Say Forever in Free Verse More Like This
These words, they’re like
These words, they’re like
Secret lovers meeting under the light of the moon; sister of the sun
These words, don’t belong in the same sentence
Much like the sun and moon don’t belong in the same sky at the same time; visible to the eye.
Have You Always Been A Liar?There are so many liesHave You Always Been A Liar? in Free Verse More Like This
Filling up the holes where your teeth used to be
But no one could tell unless they got as close as I do
And you are having trouble keeping them straight, aren’t you?
I can see your teeth dissolving on your tongue
And you can’t tell me what you did or didn’t tell me anymore
And all I can do is laugh almost hysterically- as I watch you fall apart right before my eyes.
MoreWith a broken heart- you’ll starveMore in Free Verse More Like This
All the love you’ll receive will drip out
And constantly you’ll be ‘needing’ more.
To The SeaThe disco ball of our cardboard hearts used to listen to the radios late at nightTo The Sea in Free Verse More Like This
And the darkness of the “night” would be set alight with the way we would amuse ourselves
But alas, that boat set sail long ago.
Instructions On How To Leave MeIf you ever leaveInstructions On How To Leave Me in Free Verse More Like This
Please don’t tell me
Just kiss my sleeping brow
And set me aside in the place where we first kissed
And I’ll know.