War TuneWar Tune:War Tune in Free Verse More Like This
I've got another beat for all my hard gamers,
Rockin' in 'Bloodfall', rank hall of famer.
Arena top ten, I'm the mage known as Ryda,
Got a femmie avatar; cute little strider.
You better come with me, if you want to live.
I'm roastin' up a storm with the fire that I give.
Meteor crash, I'm the king of all the stunners,
You better think twice if you're the knight or a gunner.
And if you talk big all them haters give you crap;
They cryin' on the field cause I bag 'em in the sack.
I'm sorry that you paid, but I went and broke your back.
Cash shop wings; I'll just rip em in a stack.
Cause even if you shellin' out dough to be the best,
I'm an Asian gamer and that's the fuckin' test!
I click at a rate that'll make you all explode.
Cause I control the lag and the inner matrix code.
And if you tried to ask me, I'd say that its a fact;
I'm Kirigaya Kazuto dressed up in black.
-Unofficial Release by Chen Yuan Wen, 12th April 2013
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
This Passes As PoetrySometimes I feel,This Passes As Poetry in Free Verse More Like This
A particular feeling.
It fills me with feely feels,
And that makes me want to die.
Or maybe cry, or sigh,
Or maybe I'll just lie.
And pass this off as actual poetry...
Graduation DayGraduation Day:Graduation Day in Free Verse More Like This
They told us we would be alright...
We had fought with honour and won our titles.
We had overcome trials together -
Watching dozens of our siblings fall in the line of duty.
For this they had promised us, a wondrous welcome;
A bountiful world of adventure, with a myriad of paths.
All this, they said, awaited us in the stone cities.
Large metropolises, where the working folk resided...
There were hundreds of us, who made that journey.
Walking miles across the scorching desert,
Clinging to a hope of the fortunes beyond.
Yet what awaited us was not a promised land -
Nor was it a life based on the merit we had earned...
Instead we found ourselves quarantined,
Pitching tents of inexperience-
Huddling together for comfort and warmth;
As the great gates of employment stood eerily silent.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 18 June 2013
Her Cold LipsHer Cold Lips:Her Cold Lips in Free Verse More Like This
She watches me, as I bid my friends goodbye
Her cold hands creep along my shoulders
they tell me that she is there
and that she will never let me go...
We're in my room now, away from the outside
I know that she doesn't like the sun
Often, she prefers to observe me from the shadows
but I think she doesn't like the others coming close...
We're beneath the covers now, panting softly
her cold body pressed against mine
Her lips are completely devoid of warmth
and yet they taste so rousingly sweet
A haunting, a haunter and the haunted
Two of us now entwined beneath the ruffled sheets
We cross a barrier that should not be broken
each and every night, as her softly tongue slips gently over mine...
It's dark now and she continues to smile
Her chest does not rise and fall, for she does not breathe
She suffocates me and yet I can't bear to let her go
She clings to me and yet I am equally drawn
It's daytime now and she has vanished
but I know she will return when the sun has
Tin ManAmongst the raindrops, pattering upon my silvered skin.Tin Man in Free Verse More Like This
I wait in silence, though you never speak.
Once you would have chided me,
Screaming that it was cold!
Demanding with slaps and shrieks that I shelter you;
Always until the rain had stopped.
It makes me wonder if I have failed a command,
Or perhaps if you've finally cast me aside...
I made so many mistakes,
I was always doing wrong.
It wouldn't surprise me if you had me replaced!
Yet logic alone denies the thought,
For you are still here - simply silent.
You've been lying there for days, my dearest master,
It is beginning to make me swell with fear...
I've called your name so many times,
But perhaps the maggots have eaten your ears...
They drop from your nostrils and crawl from your mouth,
I squash them, quickly, if they ever approach...
I have thought about removing them and cleaning them away,
But I'm afraid that I would damage you, if ever I tried...
You are so fragile my master, like a thin sheet of
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
DishonouredDishonoured:Dishonoured in Free Verse More Like This
He stands before the adoring crowd,
Basking in their cheers and standing ovation.
But he has already been dishonoured -
By means of his perverse innovation.
For none could know of the dark secret;
About the art that he claims to be his own.
It is naught but an illusion, smoke and mirrors -
A theft for which he must atone...
But this disgusting creature, this worthless abhuman;
So desperate for the glory which he sees upon the stage!
Will quietly don the skin of another;
An urge he must assuage...
Biting his nails, a cracked smile upon his lips, he whispers:
"No one will know, no one will find it and I am great..."
-Chen Yuan Wen, 24th October 2012
Eagle GirlEagle Girl:Eagle Girl in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
She soars above clouds,
Beloved, wild, unrestrained.
Ended by envy.
- Chen Yuan Wen, 27th January 2013
Witch With A Fairy WandWitch With A Fairy Wand in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Witch with a Fairy Wand:
She came out in a dress full of laces,
She faced up a crowd and their god-fearin' faces.
They started screamin' murder over hymns and a gospel,
They said 'you better run or you're caught in the Witch's spell...'
But out came the sun and it dried up all the f***in' rain,
The girl waved a wand and it took away the crowd's pain.
Old men were runnin' while the kids were doin' backflips.
All because the girl had a wand and she let it rip!
She had a fairy wand, a f***in' fairy wand,
She had a fairy wand, a shiny fairy wand!
She made us all believe...
In all those things we wanted to see...
She made us all believe,
In all those things, locked up in memories!
Cause she had a fairy wand, a f***in' fairy wand,
She had a fairy wand, a shiny fairy wand!
She had a fairy wand, a f***in' fairy wand,
She had a fairy wand, a shiny fairy wand...
Out came the priest, he was dressed up in the robes of white,
He brought out a cross and he said, 'Now we p
Poetry,Poetry,Poetry, in Free Verse More Like This
it’s like cultivating a greenhouse
with broken fingers.
wishbones and flowers I think it’s selfishwishbones and flowers in Free Verse More Like This
how I have compared
every other kiss
( After all-
good things don’t
invite themselves into the lives
of little girls who categorize
their disorders by the scars
on their wrists and who
allow strangers to hang them
from their necks like wishbones. )
But, no one’s hands
have ever staked claim
to this scavenged wasteland
not even my own.
And it’s hard to forget that;
please forgive me.
As you will always
be the one who taught me
that it’s okay to be sad.
9729 kilometers away, to be exact.i have these bones like flowers-9729 kilometers away, to be exact. in Free Verse More Like This
fragile and finely plucked,
these lily stargazers
are kissing ocean beds,
making love to sirens
for a taste of her
i want to tape maps to my limbs-
throw caution to the wind
as i gather up
every love letter receipt,
from every false attempt
i ever wrote her
& forget for just a moment
that even still
she does not love me.
To be a writerYou taste like decaying leavesTo be a writer in Free Verse More Like This
and October's bad habits-
when it’s halfway through February
that still haunts these bones.
I have allowed you to
claw your love
into my arms
and chant into my
for much too long.
I wish I was one of those girls
who could say wild flowers
grow up through my nooks
and my crannies just to tear
through my skin, screaming.
I’m just that dead eyed deer
on the side of the road dreaming
of shoving a pen down my throat
and writing these verses inside out.
I am no scribe, prophet, or spell caster.
I know it.
My skin knows it.
My pen knows it too.
Years and years
my mind will dwell
on the way your fingers
chain linked between my ribs
and shook my
to be a writer
is to be a masochist,
and I refuse to get off
on the pain anymore.
Scorpiussometimes,Scorpius in Free Verse More Like This
i wake up with bits of Orion
still stuck between my teeth.
& i grin, remembering
the face of every lover
i’ve managed unscathed,
to crawl out from underneath.
‘ad astra’ inked into ankle bones
like little wings, Pluto’s underworld
ripe, coursing through my veins:
i stake claim to clavicles.
between the constellations
of tongues & weak limbs,
i get off
on all the ways mere mortals
beg me to sacrifice them
to the heavens.
Poets have the loneliest hearts.I drink morphinePoets have the loneliest hearts. in Free Verse More Like This
like peach tea;
down 6 pills by morning
just to keep my mind
& I know I can go days
without speaking a word
I want a moon shy girl
with wolves at her back,
bite mark ankles &
a bottle of writer’s tears
tucked under one arm.
I want to be end of the war
kisses bruised into her hipbones;
the epilogue written over her
With these wisteria limbs
February cold, &
these weak lungs
exhaling coralline whispers,
I’ve got a tongue for words
but still have no idea how to love
a universe girl.
Hear me howl.Tell me again, Father,Hear me howl. in Free Verse More Like This
I’m the perfect daughter-
when all I want to be
is the crescent moons
resting like strong soldiers
in the grooves of my palms.
I am but
quaking with frostbite,
numbed with rage.
A wolf's jaw:
locked, teeth tearing
into the chilled flesh
of your neck.
You asked for dark poetry.i will neverYou asked for dark poetry. in Free Verse More Like This
to my enemies.
i will devour them all.
with a fork.
FrostI am devouring chaos,Frost in Free Verse More Like This
chasing it down with winter's chill.
Spare me your fingerprints,
summer's lovechild. Those knowing owl eyes
have me second guessing the wild churning
in my bones. You are the sleep that sweeps
my eyelashes, drowning me in my own daydreams.
When was it...
that you plastered yourself to my ribcage?
boys with bird names cant actually fly.i fill my lungs with blackberriesboys with bird names cant actually fly. in Free Verse More Like This
& nicotine because it is the only way
I can stomach the taste.
a phoenix told me once
that he could teach me
how to burn properly,
as if scolding
[ like the intercostal
spaces of a ribcaged
he fell in love
with my words
before he knew
the height of my
or the annoying
sound of my laugh.
he said he could count
all my scars on one hand-
even the ones that wake me
at 3 am with an itch i swear
begs me to rip them open
& i told him he could keep
his pretty words and fiery fingers
creatively away from me.
i am tired of smelling of hell
& ash when -
.i will bury myself. in Free Verse More Like This
outside in the garden;
like the spare key
or the dead dog,
i'm never there when
you need me
.a spider weaves. in Free Verse More Like This
his silver lies on my
front door, and i
walk right in;
the flies laugh
.you forget that. in Free Verse More Like This
roses have thorns;
a prick of the
skin will tell you
that you're holding
her too tight
.throw my bones. in Free Verse More Like This
on the fire just
to warm up your
there and wonder
why you're always
.the oaks crouch to greet. in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
me, i sit with the ferns and
the forest listens
.did you ever stop. in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
to think, that maybe the stars
are gazing at you
.when i look back at. in Free Verse More Like This
the past, she looks
right back at me
she points at the
future, glint in her eye
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.
AnorexiaMeet a girl named No One, with a heart of shattered stoneAnorexia in Free Verse More Like This
Staring at the other girl, the one that's not alone
Girl with skin that glistens, with the eyes of crystal seas
Grin of shining diamonds and a laugh like a disease
Flashes just a glance and soon, she's every trouble's cure
She has everything… and No One's off to be like her.
Eating turns into a crime, she'd rather be away
Thrusting fingers down her throat to make herself okay
Watching as her very bones are seen behind her flesh
There she drowns in tears, for she has not yet seen success.
Minutes turn to hours, and these hours turn to days
Every moment slipping, slowly fading into grey
Rapidly, her body turns to nothing but her bones
As she fights for beauty, as she battles for the throne.
Broken hearts must learn to beat, and this she came to know
Learning it the hard way when her heartbeat grew too slow
Yet, she somehow managed still to shine from what's within
Lying in her casket with her hidden, unseen sin.
Final thoughts ins
And Daddy always lied.My legs are covered in bruisesAnd Daddy always lied. in Free Verse More Like This
And I have a scar by my left eye.
I’m not allowed to smile, though
And I’m not allowed to cry.
I think my right arm’s broken
But shh, don’t tell my dad.
He doesn’t like to worry bout me
When he’s already mad.
I have a burn on my left wrist
From when he pushed my arm
Against the stove, the hot, hot stove
And did a bit of harm.
I have a bear, a teddy bear.
He doesn’t have a name.
He makes me better every time
I’m feeling hurt and shame.
Today, my dad came home kind of late
A beer still in his hand.
I closed my eyes and waited.
He screamed, he shouted, and…
Well, my name is Mary Starr
And this is how I died.
But daddy always loved me.
And daddy always lied.
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?
Mommy, He's LyingMommy, he said it, he said it was true.Mommy, He's Lying in Free Verse More Like This
Mommy, he said it, he said "I love you."
Mommy, he said it, he said it was real
Mommy, please know how to think, how i feel
Mommy, this love is the truth, it's the way
Mommy, he said it, he said it today.
Mommy, he's lying, he's lying to me
Mommy, he's telling a lie, can't you see?
Mommy, he never did mean what he said
Mommy, his voice is pounding in my head.
Mommy, he's lying, his love isn't pure
Love's a disease and he's finding the cure.
Mommy, he's lying, what else can I say...
Mommy, he hit me, he killed me today.
Mommy, he lied to me, why did he lie?
Mommy, he lied through his tears, through his cries
Mommy, his lies I just couldn't see through
Mommy, he lied to me.
What'd I ever do?
Love AgainHear my worries, fear my criesLove Again in Free Verse More Like This
Dread the whispered lullabies
Drown beneath the spinning skies
Feel the truth you can't deny
Taste the blood upon your tongue
Feel the poison fill your lungs
I am she who lies among
Those who know where things belong
Feel the weapons kiss your skin
Listen to the screeching wind
See my power, watch me win…
And never fall in love again…
When I'm GoneI don’t want you to remember me.When I'm Gone in Free Verse More Like This
I don’t want you to think of me.
I don’t want you to hurt over me.
I don’t want you to dream of me.
I don’t want you to cry for me.
I don’t want you to miss me.
I don’t want you to love me.
I don’t want you
You'll Never Understand...You'll never understand...You'll Never Understand... in Free Verse More Like This
But I'm glad you don't.
Because that would mean
You'd have to go through my pain.
And I'd never wish that
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."
Rainbow DustRainbow Dust in Free Verse More Like This
Stars made of nightmares and skies made of fears
Hearts made of glass and a home built of tears
Cries made of silence and words made of knives
Dreams of the struggle to simply survive
Souls made of paper and minds made of flames
She is a piece of their loveliest game
No longer can she feel more than disgust
Even a rainbow does turn into dust…
HateHate is a strong wordHate in Free Verse More Like This
Used to describe the feeling of torment
As you cry your eyes out into your pillow
Knowing that you can't change anything
The realization that no one will help you
What's done is done there is no going back
Then you know that hate isn't that strong
Hate changes nothing
Break MeBittersweet humanity,Break Me in Free Verse More Like This
Tear me down again,
Brick by brick I'll fall,
Bare me with your cutting words,
Rendering my soul immobile,
Leer at my brokenness,
Leave me to my fate,
Fear now controls my mind,
And it begins with the rising sun.
Can I Make This Dissapear? Do I Really Want to?How can I lift the hazeCan I Make This Dissapear? Do I Really Want to? in Free Verse More Like This
And let in the light
Despite everything I try
My heart is so unclear
Don't look at me today
I cannot change your mind
When I myself cannot think
And the decision is unmade
I've lost in myself in the dark
Freedom that seems so boundless
Surrounds you like a sunbeam
And I cannot reach you
No matter how hard I push
You pull away from me
Rejection isn't an option
So I will stay away
And hope this will fade
Dissapear in the haze.
Darkness Becomes MeLove me or love me not,Darkness Becomes Me in Free Verse More Like This
I've been consumed by the darkness I fought,
No longer does the old me stand,
The new me's arrived isn't it grand,
The sad old days and the time with you,
Made me want to become someone new,
To escape the pain no matter the cost,
Now I've found my soul is lost,
Do not try to change me back,
The key to the spell is what you lack,
An ingredient oh so strong,
Something of which I used to long,
So once again I'll tell you this,
You chose then, so me you'll miss,
The old me, the girl of light,
Dissapeared that cold winters night.
Sing Me To SleepSing me the lullaby,Sing Me To Sleep in Free Verse More Like This
A song I know all too well,
Your weary voice echoing,
A haunting melody,
Still I listen,
As my heart breaks quietly,
While each note escapes your lips,
And my worries dissapear,
I never thought youd sing to me,
Although I love the sound,
You sing proudly without shame,
I rest my head upon you lap,
And seek comfort in my dreams,
But when I wake you are gone,
A revelation all to real,
A dream that seemed to very true,
That gave my heart up for you to steal.....
Take Me As I AmTake my heart,Take Me As I Am in Free Verse More Like This
It's forever yours,
I don't need mushy words,
The word love means nothing,
When it is so loosely used,
And mistreated by so many,
Forgive my rashness,
I know I'm too blunt,
But take me as I am,
Tears, scars, and all,
Take all those feelings,
And piece together my fragil soul,
I will be your pillar,
My strength is yours,
And wherever you are,
I will be able to call home.
Fight Your Battles And Save YourselfMy heart aches for you,Fight Your Battles And Save Yourself in Free Verse More Like This
My brain fights the attraction,
But it is a loosing battle,
I hate the way you're treated,
You deserve so much more,
You are so kind,you try so hard,
I watch as you struggle,
The demon holding you back,
Tightly the chains hold you,
You are distraught,
So I am distraught,
I want to see your smile,
But sadly I cannot save you,
You must defeat your evil,
You must save yourself.
Come Back To MeI love you,Come Back To Me in Free Verse More Like This
You are so special to me,
I hope that one day you'll see,
I'm standing here,
Admiring you from afar,
I know love is hard,
And im willing to compromise,
For this wonderous thing,
No matter what i wont cry,
Over this horrid love,
You broke my heart again,
No release,no friendship,no heart,
I'm left behind,
No matter how mean you try to be,
I will always see the best in you,
You have eyes that shine so bright,
You are beautiful,
I love your smile,
Its so lovely,
Please tell me why,
Why do you have to leave,
I don't understand this broken feeling,
Or why you say goodbye,
Please say those 3 words one more time'
Break my heart again,
I need your love'
Like i need air to breath'
I need you right next to me,
Please forgive my sadness'
And come back to me,
Im sorry for being so demanding,
All i wanted was to love you,
I know your busy but im here,
Waiting in the rain,
I will be here for only a while,
Dont leave me waiting,
Please come back for me.
Without Peace Of MindPull the trigger,Without Peace Of Mind in Free Verse More Like This
Set me free,
Lord I beg,
Please let me be,
The place I am,
I don't belong,
If I stay much longer ,
I won't stay strong,
I know some care,
But we've grown apart,
I feel ripped through,
Like a dagger in my heart,
I'm dying inside,
Bit by bit,
I'm trying I swear,
but I can't handle it
They all get the love,
I'm left behind,
Piece by piece,
I'm loosing my mind,
No release will I ever find,
Cut the string,
And I'll have peace of mind,
And soon they'll move on,
Leaving me behind,
Forgotton SoulsThe world is filled with the unseen,Forgotton Souls in Free Verse More Like This
A world of shadows and light,
Bedind every door,
And within everyroom,
Beside us the forgotton reside,
Those who felt pain,
Stay to look for piece,
Maybe the tragic loss of a loved one,
The ones who felt spite,
Are definetly not nice,
Don't welcome them in through your door,
The ones who felt love,
Look from above,
All the the good that was done,
The see no bad,
They never feel sad,
And wait for their loved ones return,
Remember now your never alone,
The are beside you always,
But be not afraid,
I promise your safe,
You you stay out of their way.
LuciferLucifer in Free Verse More Like This
A perfect artisan,
he created me from air and light
and the warmth
of all the music that he knew.
He placed honey on my tongue
and lit a thousand questions upon my lips
that burned too brightly
and left me thirsty.
He dressed me in soft wings
and linen so crisp and clean
it blinded my limbs
and burned my skin
to the smooth white of graven images
that bewitched my pride
and darkened my heart.
He sat me at his table
and fed me grapes and figs
to whet my appetite
and make me ache
for one moment of blinding grandeur
that I could capture
and would outshine him.
He flaunted wisdom of the ages
and the fragile heart
of unseen worlds and tongues.
He made promises with colors
and prisms of good and evil
that sullied my lips like forbidden fruit
and made me crave more.
An imperfect angel,
I was created in his image
and the curse
of all the beauty that he loved.
He placed desire in my heart
and a lust for adoration
that took me to his edge
but could not be denied.
HauntingHaunting in Free Verse More Like This
I am the last ghastly ghost,
glib tongued and glimmering,
in the space beneath the stairs.
My name glows upon your tongue,
gleeful and dreadful
in the dreary dregs of memory -
a keening cacophony
of deadly delights.
You called me here,
made me legion -the languid
languish of laughter,
your new language of the air
and all unearthly promises
pondering their place
in this shallow grave.
Bury me in beauty,
in the bounty of wanton
wonder and I will waste
eternity, a willing wraith to wait
upon your pleasure.
Snow QueenSnow Queen in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Shall I find thee all in ice ensnared,
the tree boughs stripped, the blossoms bared,
trapped in a wet and wintry grave -
the blight of snow and hoarfrost shared?
They brought you here, their souls enslaved.
The altar where your minions prayed -
a brilliant diadem of ice,
the offering that your cold heart craved.
They linger here whilst you entice
their frozen limbs as sacrifice.
Their wizened hands by you declared
the chosen few who paid your price
BountyBounty in Free Verse More Like This
This gorgeous glut of bounty
buried beneath heaven's gate
in golden goblets
of summer fruit -
honey clings in wisps
and ripe figs
bend the boughs of trees
where you shelter from the crowd
turned out to feast
upon the landscape.
And I shall bring you bread and wine,
the warm day's haze of flesh
swelling your belly
under my fingers
like the galleons
left guarding the late summer wheat
in the harbor.
Courting DeathCourting Death in Free Verse More Like This
Death should be a glorious fiend,
an indulgent lover
who cradles your head
and feasts off
the slow twine
of body and soul.
He must court you,
run his long, cool fingers
from temple to spine
and count the days
that climb toward heaven.
He should caress
behind your knees,
find the delicate shift
and blood -
a music only he can taste,
and knead the supple
and smooth hopes you hold
and turn them into pledges.
He will love you
as you deserve -
that final lilt
of joy blotting out your breath,
his bleak and sinewed body
covering what lies beneath,
making the light
within your cheeks
a barren vessel
to whet his longing.
OblivionOblivion in Free Verse More Like This
That kind of beauty
can haunt a life
and ruin a man,
the incandescent taste of skin
so fair it flouts
a summer day
and taunts the bed clothes
as if to say
this is but a borrowed pleasure;
the supple lilt of hips
making wastrels of my senses
and savoring the scent
of flesh entrapping secrets
like a summer solstice;
and that last wave of wonder
puckered in a silken crescent
breaking over me
RainRain in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Rings and rivulets of water
Rolling down the panes and roof
Running wildly through the gutters
Resting underneath the porch
Raking wet across the shutters
Remaining still for far too long
Restless children yearn to play
PretendThis is the part where youPretend in Free Verse More Like This
pretend to hang on my every word
and I try not to notice your hand on my thigh.
I will pretend to care about Flemish art and jazz
and you will pretend to
You will say God is a fragment
and I will say Nietzsche had it all wrong.
You will swear blue is the new red
and I will swear your face is not the loud
animal you want it to be
and that charities are honest men.
You will promise to read my poetry
and I will promise to love your mind
more than your father ever did
and in the morning
we will pretend to be strangers
Why Poets DrinkChrist,Why Poets Drink in Free Verse More Like This
there is a reason poets drink.
Abstention feels bad -
infertile and stuffed, swollen.
It does not sell books
or win those brass
angels on ribbons.
Tonight my lover is bourbon,
distilled in some soul
south of Carolina.
It plays tricks with colors
and the sounds on my tongue.
It grows words where
none have loitered for weeks
and handfasts me to
the rest of the world.
It is ransom -
a jest of seasons
and my bone idle brain
I Asked Of ItI did not ask for itI Asked Of It in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
It came to me in a swelling torrent
of effervescent vibrancy
blinding all which entered
to its hidden horrors.
However, that's a truth
I would come to learn
for I was not born wise
and was gifted with the curse
In my purity I a
Shades Of GrayHe drownsShades Of Gray in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
in visceral shades of gray,
in illustriously craved walls
with four defined ridges
allowing him only
a window to his soul...
a window without bars,
and yet it offers no escape
for it only allows
the gray to flood through.
He cannot swim,
the color allows him no such pleasantry
and instead he must sit,
in what little color he can find
as they slowly choke him
and as he dies
he screams repentant cries
and begs for salvation
with tears in his eyes
but his tears
only dye his skin as gray
as the filth which drowns him.
an hour i can never get backthe light overheadan hour i can never get back in Free Verse More Like This
fluorescent like that
in a train station-
millions of miles
held in the same breath
beneath the same roof-
flutter in rolling hills
sometimes like the moon
and sometimes like the sun.
it is like the day and night
of you that i see-
the day, so many more miles
like that train station,
than the complete lack of space
and utter abeyance of distance
we would find at night.
i fear that,
your absent heart
will become ugly to me;
simply your fear
will turn my hurt to flame.
it is already too much
to flicker from rose to dessication
in the matter of times
the secondhand twitches.
all i ask is for
honesty, as exposed as
tree roots to the desert sandstorms.
i promise peace, ease,
and the everlong relief
that i will be quiet
for you once more.
write what hurtsi'm here to tell youwrite what hurts in Free Verse More Like This
about fire and living
& how both burn even if you ignore them
it's not about what feels good
it's about what doesn't
cornering what hurts
and exposing it
really displaying it
pedestal on high
for what it is
and not what it pretends to be
you are not living
until you hurt
you can't be alive
if all you know is comfort
comfort is only a sign
that you are doing what you know
it is admittance of limitation
because you are human
and only know so much
and it's agonising to think
that you can be comfortable with that
and not want to reach out
and touch every thing you find
and read every book you see
and hear every sound you can
because enough is never enough
is never enough is always
on moving past the pastthe beauty in the honestyon moving past the past in Free Verse More Like This
the beauty in the pain
of the moment you pray
someone will be bold
like the strongest coffee
and tell you, verbatim,
you're not what i wanted.
the hurt will be
like a wasp's sting,
but the relief
of knowing you are not
(and third and fourth and fifth...)
settles on your shoulders
like a breath of a summer
from your childhood.
o, to the heavens! it is not
what you wanted,
but the controlled relinquishment
is soothing like a mother's touch.
it draws sadness like
charcoal smears down the sides
of your face and the surface,
of your body, but
there are some people,
that you can never
reminiscencesometimes i wonder ifreminiscence in Free Verse More Like This
we only tangled in the dark
because you are ashamed
of me and any pair of eyes
but your own
until i reflect like a mirror
or a pond
over the casualties of copies
and cutting paper,
and revert to the times
you pulled me close
in the snow and cold-edged ledges
of a parking garage,
wrapping me in a web
of warmth and you
i know things got a little messy
between the two of us,
hearts and copy machines,
lamination and lamentation,
there was a beauty
that shined brighter
than the moon on broken glass.
it's not enough
to say that i miss you.
the tendrils of my heart,
spun like silk
and just as fine and fragile,
do not reach for yours.
the only grace i feel
was left unfolded
was the settling
where we could have
dear alaina.dear alaina,dear alaina. in Letters More Like This
i am not being passive-aggressive. i am not avoiding confrontation or arguments or sensitive subjects so that i won't get upset: i'm writing a letter that i can't imagine you'll see, explaining to you everything that i need you to know.
i'm sorry i'm not better. i'm sorry that i'm not trying. i'm sorry, but i can't, not now. i wish you could understand, without any fear or worry, that i need to destroy myself before i can get better. it's like i'm a phoenix, needing to catch fire and turn to ash before i can be reborn. i need to be the biggest source of pain and misery in my life; i can't let anyone else have the power to hurt me more than i have hurt myself already.
it's not enough to tear myself apart, in every sense that i can. it's not enough to pull strings of skin from the teeth of my razor and clutch toilet paper from the public bathroom to my arm like if i don't, i might die - in all hones
sewer rati am a sewersewer rat in Free Verse More Like This
full of stench and rot
and human waste
(i am a waste of a human)
filled with rats
because only these
diseased contagion monsters
could pretend i'm worth something more
than just a receptacle
like maybe i can converse
like maybe i'm a good listener
like maybe i'm more than just a body
and i have a mind
and someone could maybe love this
for more than it's worth
so i don't have to turn myself
so that my bones show to the eyes
who see the damage
but do nothing
because it's so
personificationi am a whisper no one else can hear.personification in Free Verse More Like This
yes, your butt looks huge,
yes, he will leave you
if you tell him how you really feel,
and no, you are never enough.
just because only you can hear me,
it doesn't mean i am any less real.
i will tint everything you see
like a pair of cheap sunglasses
with one lens opaque
so that you cannot see anything clearly
and your perception is skewed.
i am in the pilot's seat
and you will be mine
the second you let your guard down.
your heartstrings will connect my piano strings
as i hammer them down and knot with pain;
i will break you to your knees
and hit them to the pavement
like a child in the summer.
i will beat you into the earth
and offer you a hand,
but use it only to strike you
across the face.
i will always leave a handprint.
i am insecurity,
are all my
house arrest doesn't needgrandpa is coughing in the other room, staining the white walls grey with nicotine.house arrest doesn't need in General Fiction More Like This
he says since his wife died, this is the only thing he'll let close to his heart.
dammit, this winter is cold, he splutters, pulling a blanket closer to his frail body.
grandpa is coughing in the other room, punctuative calls of 'please, i love you- please, please stop' erupting from the uncivilised throat of his muddy mutt.
he is a conch shell, wearing his golden-rule shoulders and perfect spirality with more than a pride,
eighty-seven and still adamant that smoking is not bad for you. lungs are made for failure, he insists as he drifts off to sleep, grumbling. his wife taps him on the shoulder and says, no honey, that's what people are made for.
epiphany # 711: breathing is easier when the air is cold.
when the eastern sun sinksi wonder if you wouldwhen the eastern sun sinks in Free Verse More Like This
change your mind
find it in your
to feel a little something
if you saw the words
you've pulled from
uncovered by your lips,
i find poems under my hands.
i write strophes and lines
imprinted on your skin
when i move my fingers away.
i have so much to
i could give you so much
but you slink like a
nightcrawler from light
to a comfortable recession,
we will talk again
and no stammered heart
will beat like birds
if our hands touch;
you will realise
that sooner than you have,
you could have
shared your self
with someone else
and been safe-
you would have been
emotion, embodiedthere are thingsemotion, embodied in Free Verse More Like This
living in me
that bring the floor
to my knees-
powers like concrete
of my bones
filled with something
i have been
holding my breath
for so long
that i am scared
to let my body
or give vessels,
living in me,
the means to
i pray to god,
a being unseen,
that i will
kill off these things
living inside me;
all i manage
is kill off
Love Will Find YouLove Will Find You in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
true love will find you
lifting you to the heavens
barely touching down