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
Chasing Shadows of You...Chasing Shadows of You...Chasing Shadows of You... in Free Verse More Like This
No matter the years that pass me by,
It seems I am forever trapped.
For when it comes to deceiving myself,
I'm afraid I'm rather apt.
In the end the truth which I sought to avoid, is now knocking at my door...
A rabid rat that chews at me; one I can't ignore.
And though I might have grown this body, from the lonely years I've seen.
I'm afraid I can only chase the shadow, of my dearest Angeline.
- Chen Yuan Wen, 14th January 2012
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...
I Know You Hate Me Now But...I Know You Hate Me Now But...:I Know You Hate Me Now But... in Free Verse More Like This
Just give me a chance alright, I'll explain
To me, you're the girl that I notice everything about.
The way you laugh, the way you smile;
We got along great back then, even if we don't now.
And to be honest, I miss that...
You had the most lovely silky smooth hair
You'd give me the cutest anime girl smile
I wish I'd talked to you more about Manga,
Hell you got me started on the whole thing.
You were fantastic at drawing too
Man I was always jealous of that talent,
And I loved your drawings, like I once loved you.
I wish that you could have been a professional.
I would have bought your book every month y'know...
You encouraged me to write.
Back when my stories were shit,
Back when my poems were still baby's rhymes.
You taught me not to give in and I was grateful.
Now just let me finish alright?
I know that you won't speak to me.
That's okay, I admit to being an ass,
But the reason that I'm writing this poem to nobod
I Can't Devour You, Not YetI Can't Devour You, Not Yet:I Can't Devour You, Not Yet in Free Verse More Like This
I long to taste the sweetness of your flesh,
To roll your meat between my tongue and teeth.
So many times have I come - so close -
To taking that first bite from your neck.
Yet, there is something about you,
A scent perhaps or a sickly sap.
It turns bitter upon my tongue,
Poisoning it; I am left unable to eat...
Much like the caterpillar, covered in spines,
Each bite would spew only bitter venom -
Numbing my senses and dulling the mind;
It would leave me naught but a gormless wreck!
Even so, despite me knowing of the repugnant taste,
I am drawn toward you, like a moth to the flame.
May my wings crumble in the heart of the fire -
& body be turned to dust and ash...
If only for the chance to feast once more!
Ah, my dear - I will have you.
& on that day it will be so sweet.
But for now - I'm afraid that -
I must leave this as a mere - tantalizing - fantasy...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 12th December 2012
Blood CrusadeBlood Crusade:Blood Crusade in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They rode upon the backs of thundering horses
for faith had unleashed a terrible beast
These men would offer their souls in service
to the dark unholy priests...
"To what end do we serve our Lord and Master
is justice not the ultimate form of faith?
Should we not stand and fight in his name
to cleanse the Earth of this heathen waste!"
It was these orators, chaplains of faith;
men of the cloth who bore a fire
They lit their brothers with impassioned speeches
fueled by their own desire...
They taught their followers that blood was faith
and devotion was found at the edge of a blade
"Blessed is the mind too small for doubt
for the faithful shall never be swayed..."
The men who accepted them, though pure at heart
would soon be eaten by Lust and Greed
For Wrath had become a norm of existence
and death became a Templar's creed...
But woe betide the man who slaughters
for his soul shall be forever stained
And no penance may ever remove this grief;
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
Practice Poem - Artistic FrustrationPractice Poem - Artistic Frustration:Practice Poem - Artistic Frustration in Free Verse More Like This
Wrong, wrong, wrong, WRONG!
Everything is wrong.
'As then sun dew drips from her eyes'-
Do I really think that'll be good enough?
Hours spent on each piece -
Punctuated only by sound of ripping paper -
To lie crumpled upon my wooden floor,
Unable to be forgotten.
As the hours pass and the day wears on,
More and more worlds are crushed by my hands.
Realities sprawled upon a single piece of paper,
To die as quickly as they are formed.
A man's whose romance is torn in two,
A vampire about to meet his prey.
A werewolf standing against an army
And a boy facing the world alone.
These are the lives that I hold in my hand;
Fictional lives, but precious still.
Yet as soon as I see their imperfections,
I destroy the evidence in a throe of shame.
These crumpled masses that now surround me,
They aren't the proof of perfection's pursuit...
They are merely my feeble, worthless attempts,
To disguise my own ineptitude.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 15th Decembe
Dark Sadistic Muse:Dark Sadistic Muse:Dark Sadistic Muse: in Free Verse More Like This
I seat myself before the computer,
With fingers poised over fading keys.
Eagerly awaiting my latest epic;
Yet frozen by a lack of inspiration.
Here I sit, staring at the blank document.
The dark background mirroring the world behind me.
I swallow hard as my body locks;
Hairs tense as I sense her arrival...
Slender fingers soon wrap themselves around my throat.
With claw-like nails digging in painfully,
They prick the skin that lies just beneath my Adam’s apple;
Leaving me nursing a rather painful necklace.
"Your hands aren't moving," she coos softly,
Her clawed fingers gently stroking my chin.
"Why is that, I wonder?" she asks with a grin.
Her expression reveals a pair of pointed canines,
Both framed by lips as seductive as sin.
"I'm sorry my lady", I whisper in reply.
The excuse tumbles slowly from a paralyzed tongue.
"I have had no inspiration you see;
No dreams with which I am able to write."
She laughs at this; cruel and cold,
Tossing me from
Words for the Young BloodsWords for the Young Bloods:Words for the Young Bloods in Free Verse More Like This
To all my ninjas sittin' low on the street side,
I want you all to raise your head with pride.
Because I'm callin' out, for the youth to come together
And get those big wigs off the fuckin' power ladder.
You ready? Because we're going at it hard:
See I'm the kind of guy that they're all playin' with
A systematic crisis workin' in the way we live.
The big shots still sittin' and they growin' fat.
With young bloods starvin' just to get their life on track.
We take psychometric tests and make a passing grade,
But ain't no job cause the corporate head is gettin' paid.
And when they screwin' with the money, they ain't never cut.
The young bloods be the first to get their letter up.
I say the system ain't shit and we all got it wrong,
The old mothers are just stayin' in for way too long.
I say we cut them from the system that they fucked up,
And let the young bloods take it; we'll just fix it up.
They set the game, but we're the ones playin' main;
I guess t
Poetry,Poetry,Poetry, in Free Verse More Like This
it’s like cultivating a greenhouse
with broken fingers.
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.
Heart:a rebellionHeart: in Free Verse More Like This
in her chest.
she's got skin
unworthy to write
she tapes those
to her limbs
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.
TroyYou have too much time on your hands, Love,Troy in Free Verse More Like This
folding paper cranes with broken fingers,
wishing to see northern lights in the eyes of strangers.
There are no lions between your bed sheets
who understand your hunger better than I-
You are licking my wounds; one with the wild.
I swear it's you behind these eyelids- untamed
and desired by this lonely poetic canvas
stained with blood, ink, and words I can't fucking say.
You look like a Goddess standing there reading my skin
quiet and shameless, proud of the gaping hole in my chest.
I know it then, like I know my own counterclockwise heart;
I should never trust my own kind.
"I'll build you up, my Troy, just to tear you down again."
And I whispered please, please, please...
to the starsI’ve got this arrowto the stars in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
curled around my finger
like Apollo’s heart
& your nicknames
engraved on the inside
of my lungs.
I don’t want to write
pretty little stanzas
or pick at the seams
of your poetry
like some deadbeat
psychology major -
I want to
all over everything;
shoot down your moon
& wear her
like a charm
around ink stained
I want to
to the stars,
& leave you there.
Writer ScarsI have told my secretsWriter Scars in Free Verse More Like This
through loves ink -
painted them to my skin
with watercolor defiance.
& writers, we sometimes
write about our scars
in riddles, layers upon
layers of thought, -
care for them
on the warlands
of our bodies.
we give them faces,
we give them names,
we give them gravestones.
We kill them off
in our stories,
make them villains,
make them heroes.
I have wrists that roar,
& I will be damned
if I don’t let them
tell their stories.
How did you get those scars?And I asked her,How did you get those scars? in Free Verse More Like This
"Do you remember
why I counted tiles-
sat in silence for hours,
wishing on the black holes
in my pockets?"
Stuttering against quiet delusions,
She bit a vintage tongue.
I tried to bury myself alive that night,
just to engrave the taste of rose thorn monsters
between the cracks of my glass skin."
Licking dry lips,
She asked to taste them.
I loved a girl.i loved a girl.I loved a girl. in Free Verse More Like This
i loved a girl with a love
for cummings & sandburg
i loved an unflinching
poet of a girl.
& with no better diction:
they called the shaking fists
at her sides, her silent act
of pacifism, cowardice.
i’m the coward;
she bled for the both of us.
dear,when i first met you,dear, in Free Verse More Like This
terror chilled down
& my heart
began to build
walls over walls
i won’t let them
hurt you, again.
i have a tendency
to get knocked
off my feet
& not know
how to get back up.
i’m still crawling around,
searching for your heart
beats under my bed
& between my tangled
i am pathetic.
you were all crooked,
& nights of forgetting
to take your zoloft.
i didn’t think I would miss that.
i didn’t think I would miss you.
you fell like a meteor
for him, hours after
you demolished me.
& i can’t hope you’re happy
because i’m still patching up
the war zone you left behind.
i taste bile in my throat.
i swallow it back down.
i won’t get sick for you.
.a spider weaves. in Free Verse More Like This
his silver lies on my
front door, and i
walk right in;
the flies laugh
.i keep wearing. in Free Verse More Like This
like an old worn
jacket and jeans,
.the oaks crouch to greet. in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
me, i sit with the ferns and
the forest listens
.throw my bones. in Free Verse More Like This
on the fire just
to warm up your
there and wonder
why you're always
.i said death,. in Free Verse More Like This
death is a closet;
let's all just hang
ourselves up and keep
the place tidy -
.green children. in Free Verse More Like This
up and out
of their beds -
the sun smiles,
and reaches down
to embrace them
.did you ever stop. in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
to think, that maybe the stars
are gazing at you
.a storm breaks inside. in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
his mouth; my name washes up
on his tongue, stranded
Dragon!Norway x Reader ~The Dragonheart~ 40Dragon!Norway x Reader ~The Dragonheart~ 40 in General Fiction More Like This
A low gurgling noise began to sound out from your stomach. Embarrassed, you clutched onto your abdomen hoping Emil wouldn’t be able to hear the noise. Unfortunately, your dragon slowed his pacing down and turned in your direction.
“___________, are you hungry?” he asked.
You shook your head. “No, no, not at all,” you replied remembering the trouble you had caused the last time you had said you were hungry.
Emil blinked. “Are you sure? If you aren’t feeling completely rejuvenated, we can always take a rest.”
“No!” you protested. “Lukas’ life remains in our hands! We can’t stop just because one of us is feeling hungry!”
“If you insist…” the dragon mumbled looking unconvinced. “On another note, we’re almost there. He pointed to the horizon. “You see that small line of smoke coming out from the forest line?”
“Uh-huh,” you nodded.
Dragon!Norway x Reader ~The Dragonheart~ 1Dragon!Norway x Reader ~The Dragonheart~ 1 in General Fiction More Like This
There were two documented dragons left in the world. Both remained tethered in chains mounted on display in the cold atop the highest point in the castle in hopes that with their souls being born of fire, they would be able to drive away the progressing winter.
These were tough times in Eliatha.* A curse had ravaged the land once bathed in sunlight and warmth. The winds carried sleet that cut through the skin like knives, and the snow fell in a ruthless torrent of blankets painting everything with nothing but the empty color of death.
Nowadays, the dragons were nothing more than mere spectacles of times long forgotten, when colorful flames filled the night skies in a dazzling array of both power and beauty. You had been born in a time when the dragons had nearly vanished from the face of the world, in Dragonfall, the period that marked the start of the relentless winter.
Being the dragonkeeper had its ups and downs. Before getting the accidental fortunate of being appointed
Dragon!Norway x Reader ~The Dragonheart~ 41Dragon!Norway x Reader ~The Dragonheart~ 41 in General Fiction More Like This
From afar, the dragon hunters’ fortress looked nothing more than a humble shadow of a mountain with smoke rising from its high peaks. Now, however, the sheer size of the building was more intimidating than you had imagined. The sky was pitch black even though only a few minutes ago, the sky had been a bright white from the sun shining past the snowy clouds. Black and dark purple ashes were scattered everywhere, and a sickly sweet smelled filled the air as you and Emil approached the side entrance to the fortress.
“I don’t like this place,” you whispered to your dragon as you clung onto his blanket like a guiding rope.
“I don’t like it either, ___________,” Emil replied in the same volume of your voice. “I can sense a great amount of negative energy coming from inside this place. We’re going to have to be very careful.”
“I understand,” you said.
“__________, remember what I said about me not being
Dragon!Norway x Reader ~The Dragonheart~ 44Dragon!Norway x Reader ~The Dragonheart~ 44 in General Fiction More Like This
“Funny…” Emil coughed. “It hurts more than I remembered…”
“No!” you wailed. “No, no, no, no no! Emil, don’t do this to me! What about all the things we were going to do when this was over?!”
“It—” Emil sputtered. A few specks of purple blood scattered onto your face. “It is over, _____________. The shadow is gone.”
You frantically shook your head back and forth. “No, it’s not. Emil, it’s not…We’ll take you home. We’ll get out of this alive together. We’ll…we’ll make it!”
A gentle hand reached out and touched your cheek. You took and it pressed it against your face with tears pouring down your cheeks in a flood. Emil was dying.
“____________, I’m sorry I wasn’t strong enough for you,” Emil whispered in a hoarse voice. “I’m sorry I couldn
Dragon!Norway x Reader ~The Dragonheart~ 43Dragon!Norway x Reader ~The Dragonheart~ 43 in General Fiction More Like This
“I have to thank you for your courage and determination, Dragonheart,” Emil’s body spoke. Gone was the lovely silvery shimmer of his white hair; his eyes and face were beyond recognition with nothing but darkness clambering over a hazy, writhing shadow. His voice had been altered to a point where you could not fathom that speaking to him had once offered you comfort and solace in a place where you would have otherwise gone mad. Then again, if there was a proper time to be going mad, now was the time.
The shadow had a large sweeping tongue that slithered over its enormous mouth lines to clean up any excess blood it might have failed to pick up. Lukas’ heart was gone. There was no hope now. The flames of the world were consumed along with your friend’s soul.
“Lukas, Emil…” you sobbed. “Forgive me…”
The shadow bent its formless shape towards you.
“Why should they forgive you?” it his
Dragon!Norway x Reader ~The Dragonheart~ FinalDragon!Norway x Reader ~The Dragonheart~ Final in General Fiction More Like This
~Chapter 45~ Final
“My tears!” you shouted at the top of your lungs when Mathias handed over his cape to your dragon and you gave his brother one of your layers.
“All those hours I spent mourning for you! All of those tears wept and swollen eyes and fits of hiccups! Give them back! I almost went mad, damn you! Give them all back, I said!”
Emil blushed and shied away behind his cape. Lukas, on the other hand, stepped in front of his little brother to defend the both of them from your onslaught of meanderings and punches.
“_____________, you have to understand that if my brother’s body didn’t expire—Hey! Stop that! I mean it! Don’t make me do something drastic!”
“You’re the worst!” you screeched and continued to pummel the How-Dare-He-Lie-To-You Sucker Dragon Dung Fish-Face over and over again. All the while, the other dragons were watching in mild amusement.
Emil tried to step in and hold you back.
China x Assassin!Reader ~Death's Wings~ Final~Death’s Wings~ 9 ~ FinalChina x Assassin!Reader ~Death's Wings~ Final in General Fiction More Like This
Yao was still shaking from the shock that had completely taken over his body when he had opened his eyes. His once white room that had been adorned to mourn his lost siblings was now absolutely stained with the crimson, rustic red color of blood.
Leon released his dagger from his hands and fell to the floor. Cheng did the same.
Only after seeing his dying brothers and his companion draped motionlessly on the ground did Yao realize what had happened.
_______________ was still alive but barely breathing. Rich blood oozed out of her deep wound inflicted by Leon’s dagger. She had been stabbed completely through, but by some unfathomable desire to live, she still hung on in between the balance of life and death.
When Leon’s dagger had completely gone through _____________, it did not stop there. The sheer force he had used, gathered by his utter loathing for what Yao had done, had powered his attack enough to stab clean into the flesh of another p
China x Assassin!Reader ~Death's Wings~ 8~Death’s Wings~ 8China x Assassin!Reader ~Death's Wings~ 8 in General Fiction More Like This
No one could remember the last time they had seen Yao come out of his personal chambers since the funeral. All of the family members were still wearing white garbs and robes. Things hadn’t been the same. Even the staff was feeling the tension in the estate so much so that some had even asked to resign. The Wang’s home had become an unbearably suffocating place to live in.
Cheng could still remember the incident as though it had happened yesterday. He continued to play it over and over in his head, thinking of the different angles he could have taken, wishing there had been something more he could have done.
If I hadn’t been so foolish and had looked in both rooms, I could have stopped her, he thought. I could have said the right things to her. Mei would not have gone out, she would not have slipped. We would still be talking together…
Leon had changed. He didn’t look contemptuous or regretful. His face had gone blank
Romano x OC ~Grapevine~ 1~Grapevine~ 1Romano x OC ~Grapevine~ 1 in General Fiction More Like This
Caterina hated places like this: cold, dark, and wet. She could hear the faint drip drop noises of the water leaching through the poorly sealed cracks and sending shivers up her spine when they fell on her bare skin.
It’s not too far now, she told herself. On the surface, there was always more than one direction to choose from. Down here, however, she could only go forward and hope that whichever path she chose would be the right one—even if she couldn’t see that path.
The damp mud kicked back against Caterina’s heels as she tried to gain leverage. The cold water seeping through her shoes and tickling her toes with its icy touch made her squeamish, but she had been through worse—much worse. She could live through this.
In time, she managed to feel the draft blowing upwards signifying the pockets of air from above. The lighting down here was dim, but it was all for a purpose: to remain as hidden as possible.
“Bring this mes
Undercover Cop!Denmark x Reader - RequestMathias Køhler was used to the cacophonic clamoring of nightclubs. Being dressed in a fashionable pinstripe suit with a fedora, he blended right into the standard party-goers, passing by the bouncer without a second glance.Undercover Cop!Denmark x Reader - Request in General Fiction More Like This
The task at hand was to get in with the sleek-division drug dealers and find out where one of the possible labs was setup.
The main drug: Red Herring, an enhanced version of ecstasy combined with the addictive properties of methamphetamine and sprinkled with the punch of heroin. Like all typical ecstasy pills, this one was known to have the stamp of a fish—a herring, respectfully. Each brand of drug had its own mark, and this was the most prized of all on the streets.
Being the youngest on the team had its pros and cons. The pros: it looked better when he was promoted up the ranks to his seniors’ levels. Plus he got to use higher graded weapons like firearms and pin-sized communication devices instead of those oversized walkie-talkies the sergeants would
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.
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
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
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.
SirensThey run when they hear sirens -Sirens in Free Verse More Like This
it's all they know.
They hide under bridges
and fire escapes,
like their fathers
and their fathers' fathers.
They know the sight
and sound of thick
black boots in hallways
and the anger of an engine
unwinding in the streets.
They remember how unfriendly
four a.m. can be,
hunching behind fences
that wait with open jaws.
And they remember
how sour fear actually tastes
when it lingers
in the back
of the throat.
DawnDawn in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
How dawns the morn so very bright and bold
that night's dark face can only turn away;
and all our dreams in sunlit skies are sold
as eventide gives pardon to the day.
She feels the cloak of dreams unclasp their sway
and fading softly spun into the gold,
that she will rise from sleep and make her way
ere morning grows another second old.
KillersDo killers dream of oceans -Killers in Free Verse More Like This
tucked deep in a cocoon,
spooning their wives
nestled deep in the soft chaos
of their arms?
Do they walk their children
to school, coats neatly
buttoned against strangers,
and take their tiny hands
like wounded birds
in their own,
counting red cars
and clutching bouquets of
daisies for the teacher?
Can they cook chicken soup
like their grandmothers did -
fistfuls of parsley and thyme
to soothe the iron pot,
stirring carrots and potatoes
with the first shift
of autumn's silver maple?
Do they make sandcastles
and leave their footprints
in the middle of July
and count the starfish
that nudge and wink in
the tidepools, their mottled
fingers pointing east?
Or have they only debris -
a life skewed and stretched
beyond human and the
sudden drop of pressure,
a lost companion,
dreading what wells up
from the surface and
sucks them underneath?
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
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
FragileFragileFragile in Free Verse More Like This
Is the glass half empty?
Or is it half full?
Is every glass the same?
Is the glass even there?
Or do we need it to be present?
What happens if the glass breaks?
Can it be repaired?
Who cleans it up?
Can it be easily replaced?
Is every glass made to be invaluable?
Is the glass made to be broken?
Does every glass have the chance to be full?
How long can a glass be filled for?
The level constantly fluctuates
We cant help but be affiliates
I cant find the words to enunciate?
I cant find the voice to communicate?
All we can do is appreciate
Can you reciprocate?
Woes of the World.Woes of the World.Woes of the World. in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
These are the people of the world today.
These are the unaltered images currently on display.
Underneath all the glamour, glimmer and glitz.
Take away the fictitious and deliberate array.
Uncover the cosmetic and carefully applied mist.
Look out the window and this is what you will be left with.
Hoodlums blaring out music from their phones on the back of the bus.
Undercover police scouting out the local estates for their next drug bust.
Doting high school pupils hoping to attain their A level requirements.
Post and undergraduate university students engrossed by assignments.
Fathers suited and booted leaving their rooted families for another bird’s blue tits.
While the mums provide dinners for their bread winners slaving at home clueless.
Young naive girls getting pregnant and subjecting their children to negligence.
The fathers who can’t be trusted, get busted are now serving a long term sentence.
Graduated students with degrees faced with the prospect of
Unclassified.Unclassified.Unclassified. in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I am not British nor am I English,
I am a member of the planet earth.
My skin is black making it hard to distinguish
That I do not belong to any specific turf.
Although my passport may say otherwise
And there may be boxes I am forced to tick.
My Continental ties are instrumental in their eyes.
Just like you, I am vulnerable to stones and sticks.
My hair may be curly and my nose may be wide
But my extremities are bound to any communal cemetery.
If you would be willing to compare a picture of our insides.
You will see that our differences are purely elementary.
Yet you are conditioned to see me as incompatible
And this misplaced backhand is something I can understand.
Even though your judgments are far from factual.
Despite our fathers demands, I will still openly shake your hand.
I may wear trainers and you may wear shoes.
You might like rock music and I might prefer rap and reggae.
My team may win today and your team may lose.
But we both will eat, sleep and
Self Made.Self Made.Self Made. in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Research and re-emerge when you have found the answer.
Correct and perfect your craft and become your own master.
Refine your design until it cannot be further enhanced.
Instead of waiting, why not try creating your own chance?
Have the nerve to capture what you so rightly deserve.
Duly take heed but never concede to what you have heard.
Manually harness the tenacity to exceed your limited capacity.
Recognize that progress can either happen instantly or gradually.
Stay humble but don’t let it crumble when things start looking up.
Because those in a position of power are also known to be corrupt.
Remain independent; refrain from complying and relying on others.
But understand that those conceited people also needed loving mothers.
Polish and accomplish your dreams and visualise them into this reality.
Remember that failing is nothing but one of life’s constructive formalities.
So be confident go and see the things you have always wanted to see.
Allow yourself time
Inside Out.Inside Out.Inside Out. in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Do you love my insides?
You know the parts you can’t see.
The parts that constructively divide,
All the places where you can’t be.
Do you love my internals?
You know all my unexploited crevices.
All the words I leave out of my journal.
The soft tissue areas that offer no benefits.
Do you love my fleshy, raw fillings?
You know the boring and bloody parts.
The features that are not made for kissing.
The invisible strokes that add to this body of art.
You see it’s my exterior that attracts you
But it’s my interior that made this possible.
So when my insecurities inadvertently attack you,
Don’t be so swift to class me as distrusting and illogical.
I need to know and to understand.
That you truly love me for who I am.
Even the parts of me you cannot see
Because those are the places where I want you to be.
Questions.Questions.Questions. in Free Verse More Like This
Nobody has the answers
But everybody has the Y’s.
Speculations of a faultless green pasture,
Based on a line of best fit that was drawn to lie.
The solution is a sequence of random numbers and dates.
In addition to a complicated sum of love, grief, fear and hate.
Which form a unique equation that can never be revealed.
It’s the only bit of ignorance that still remains concealed.
Even though we may feel defenseless.
The possibilities are endless.
The opportunities are relentless.
Opinions become senseless
And still we lie restless.
Attempting to solve the unsolvable
And control the uncontrollable.
To know the unknowable.
ObsoleteObsolete.Obsolete in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Everyone is too wrapped in their own lives to even care about yours.
But what they fail to remember is that this earth is only the first of many floors.
Tears cascade, smiles appear and fade while the universe continues to ignore,
As they impatiently knock and wait outside life's man made divisible door.
So when they become to self involved in the successes of their own cause.
TrustTrust.Trust in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Hard to gain.
But easily lost.
The effects will always remain.
Unless we pay the cost.
Instead of abiding by the same
UtopiaUtopiaUtopia in Visual Poetry More Like This
I raise my head and tilt it towards the skies.
Open my imagination and close my eyes.
Envision a place where I would rather be.
As far away from any judgmental eye that can see.
A place where all my dilemmas become obsolete.
Free from my troubles and the expanding concrete
Confinement that I am forced to exist in.
A place where it doesn't matter if you don't fit in.
A place where nothing but a smile is required.
Where I can think and write to my heart's desire.
A place free from any physical and mental disposition.
Free from the conflicting and persuasive power of religion.
A place where there are adjustable weather conditions.
Where there is no need to enforce any laws or restrictions.
A place where everyone can do exactly what they wanted.
Where everyone would feel appreciated, accepted and wanted.
A place where money is just an undefined and unwritten word.
Where it is promised no natural or manmade disaster will ever occur.
A place that even the man upstairs would speak high
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'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."
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.
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
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."
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…
Goodbye, miscarried babyI love the little baby that I never got to holdGoodbye, miscarried baby in Free Verse More Like This
The baby that I never got to see.
And maybe, just maybe that baby would love us, too
If only that baby got to be.
I love the little baby that was never able to smile
Never even able to survive.
And maybe that baby would have a life worth living
If only that baby was alive.
And maybe that baby had mommy's blue eyes
And daddy's smile, and grandma's tight hugs.
And honestly, there's no way to describe that little baby
And no way to describe the way it was loved.
Tastes Like...Daddy likes to make meTastes Like... in Free Verse More Like This
Eat my words.
I see him hit Mommy
And I know she hurts.
So I tell him, to get her
He has to go through me.
And, well, I can no longer walk
And I can no longer see.
Daddy makes me eat my words
And reality starts to flood.
Yes, Daddy makes me eat my words…
And my words taste like blood.
Let's Play a Game Let's play a game.Let's Play a Game in Free Verse More Like This
I don't like the game we play
But he says we have to.
After all, I am
Daddy's little girl.
I'm too sad to move.
I don't like this game.
But I am
Daddy's little girl.
There. Wasn't that nice?
I don't like our games...
But I guess I have to
Daddy's little girl.
We can play again later.
I don't want to play later!
I don't. Like. Our. Games.
But I have to play them.
Daddy's little girl.
It's fun. Isn't it?
I don't want to be
I'm sick of being
Daddy's little girl
In Daddy's world
With Daddy's games.
Let me grab this knife, Daddy.
Let me hurt you, Daddy.
The way you hurt me.
I don't want to be your little girl.
I want to play a game.
Daddy, Daddy.Daddy, daddy! Come play with me.Daddy, Daddy. in Free Verse More Like This
I'll be the princess filled with glee.
You'll be the king, you'll reign over the sea.
Daddy, daddy, come play with me!
Daddy, daddy! Let's play a game
I'll grow up and like magic, i'll change
Into somebody so odd and so strange
Daddy, Daddy. Let's play a game.
Dad, hey dad! Let's do something fun.
I'll pull the trigger of this heavy gun
After I've given you some time to run
Dad, hey dad, let's have some fun.
Dad, come on now, can't you see?
This knife in your back and this bullet in your knee
It's who I've become, who I've grown to be.
Daddy, come on...
Come play with me.
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.