A Polished White SinkA Polished White Sink:A Polished White Sink in Free Verse More Like This
If I had to call this world a blessing;
I think I'd say 'I find it damn depressing.'
You might think I'm stupid from how I'm dressing,
But this is just the heart I feel like wearing.
I see street corners and absent youth;
Don't pretend you don't ever see the night.
Cause when it turns dark, the maggots start crawling;
Looks like God decided to shut out the light.
I can warm my hands on fire and watch the people go,
They don't know who I am, I just go with the flow.
I see streets that seem empty, clogged to the brink;
But that's the reality deep beneath the sink.
It looks clean on the outside, polished porcelain white,
But inside of the pipes are what you keep out of sight.
Yet they're already straining and distorted with strain;
Soon the flood water comes flowing, wash away with the rain.
-Unofficial release from Chen Yuan Wen, 8th April 2013
I've Changed (Yeah right)I've Changed (Yeah right):I've Changed (Yeah right) in Free Verse More Like This
You know, I tell myself everday,
That I'm going to change - that I'll be different.
'This isn't the same; I'm not the same,' that's what I tell myself...
As I sit in front of the computer, praying time doesn't move.
Coward, you're weak and you'll always be weak! You bloody disgrace...
I pick up some new magazine, get inspired,
'I want to be like that guy,' is what I think to myself.
I give it a try for two or three days - I quit.
Same old shit again...
Making up excuses? It's what you always do, you gutless wonder...
I try to reach out with my hands,
Seeking something, anything that I can find to help myself hold on...
But I don't find it - I just find myself,
Sinking back down into the same black swamp - I'm drowning.
Awww, what's the matter? You gonna cry, you gonna cry?
Yeah, I've hit rock bottom,
And you know what? It feels pretty damn good down here.
Nice, warm, comfortable, familiar.
No pressure, no problems - just like everb
Practice Poem - Man In CagePractice Poem - Man in Cage:Practice Poem - Man In Cage in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
When I was young I was taught that pain begets pain,
Anger and animosity, malice and cruelty;
So deeply inflicted, so lovingly gifted.
I tasted of its rotten core and dared to call it sweet.
But what do I have to show for it?
White hot scars that burn in my dreams.
Reminders of a fragmented bi-polar self;
Self inflicted propaganda, to reinforce the "truth".
Truth so lovingly fabricated by a weakness within,
So desperately crying out for vindication;
Openly denying all that might shed light upon me,
Seeking only the company of shades in shadows...
Within four walls I sleep in exile;
Quietly pretending that I am still sane,
Never noticing how it has all turned out;
Alone I remain the same...
Never reaching, never living; I am free within the cage
-Chen Yuan Wen, 1st January 2012
The Pirate SolsticeThe Pirate Solstice:The Pirate Solstice in Free Verse More Like This
There is tale around the Galbin Coast,
Of a black ship that appeared on the Winter Solstice.
It arrived at a town near Bismarch,
Struck heavily by famine and crop plagues.
The ship drifted silently upon the ocean currents,
Not a creak nor groan could be heard from its frame.
It docked at the port like an ominous reaper's vessel;
A metallic boarding ramp - much like a daemon's tongue -
Slithered slowly from its deck to meet with wooden jetty.
The crew descended, wearing black cloaks and black hats,
Fedoras, I believe they were called.
These figures made little noise as they moved,
walking slowly, silently and solemnly,
Carrying huge rucksacks upon their backs.
One by one, they dispersed throughout the town,
They went from house to house, distributing food,
Gifts and other things of the like.
For the first time in a long while,
The town was filled with laughter and joy.
Children actually giggled and smiled,
While adults breathed a sighs of relief and ea
Cold RazorsCold Razors:Cold Razors in Free Verse More Like This
Let it pierce into my flesh
The cold metal of razors
and let me carve into my skin
a wonderous design of love
Love for the pain which I inflict upon myself
Love for the disgusting toxin which I bleed from deep within me
Love for all the people that remind me everyday of how pointless my existence is
Oh, I'm sorry, did you want to say something too?
Did you want to enjoy of this toxic waste?
This nauseating poisonous sulphurous odious mixture of noxious FUMES!
Ah, but you're one of the normal people aren't you
You can comb your hair without pain
You can dye it any colour you want
You can style it in any manner you please...
and yet you choose to complain?
Oh that's right, you can run too
You can run and jump and vault and swim and whatever else you feel like doing
You can enjoying the feeling of wind in your face without the need of
Ah, but that's alright, here let me sit and congratulate you
Let me pat you on the back for bringing glory to us al
Practice Poem - D and D Tongue TwisterPractice Poem - D&D Tongue Twist:Practice Poem - D and D Tongue Twister in Free Verse More Like This
So here, sit down, get down;
Everyone just f'in' hit the ground.
Cause I'm rhymin' with some rap I stole,
Everyone in the house just sit and roll;
Cause I'm burnin' fire with an Undead Monk
Yeah I play D&D when I'm f'in drunk.
Rush feats that'll make you go mad in black,
You'll scribble all over that fanny pack.
Now I'm crusin' through some Elven Wood,
Searchin' up some dude for the stolen good,
When a dragon pops out snarl and roar,
Man I roll for a 'Fist of Garandor'.
Eight dee six damage added through and through,
'Chain fist' makes me some Dragon Goo.
Got loot poppin' outta my character sheet;
Don't wanna get it stained with my milk and wheat...
So I sit in a tavern restin' up,
While the DM fills his restin' gut.
And his mom comes in the f'in room,
"Hey why didja enter mah lair of doom!"
"Do you want me to bring some pizza rolls?"
"Goddamit Mom I'm the Evil Grole!"
"But do you want some of those f'in pizza rolls?"
"Yeah I'll have some mom ju
Overcome your Writer's BlockOvercome your Writer's Block:Overcome your Writer's Block in Free Verse More Like This
If you want to deal with writer's block
the plan is simple, tickty-tock
Give in to madness, go insane
search for words in the midst of rain
When you hit the wall on its painted face
with your fingers and knees you'll find a trace
The secret passage that will lead you through
or perhaps you might be eaten by a grue...
Back to the rhymes that I use to explain
If you try to go forward it will be in vain
So try a new direction, upward or down
Left or right maybe Charlie Brown?
There are no limits except in your mind
Now do a google search and what do you find?
A pond of ideas now stagnant and brown
I threw in Jay Sean and he went down down down
But I digress and let me wind back
If you focus on the dot then the screen will turn black
and a screamer pops out, you've had a really good fright
are my metaphors putting up a really good fight?
Let me put it simply, in english plain:
A good writer isn't one who forces his brain
Order and stru
A Special Happy BirthdayA Special Happy Birthday:A Special Happy Birthday in Free Verse More Like This
Your birthday is a special day,
It comes but once a year.
And so I've made this little poem
For those that I hold dear.
You've lived and grown another year
And now you've come of age.
It is time for you to show yourself
Upon this worldly stage.
Some are artists, some are troops
Some are sportsmen throwing hoops.
Some are writers, some are bad,
Some might be the best we've had
Others are fixers, others will fax
A gamer might use some mighty hacks;
There is a plethora of choices for you,
So do what in your heart is true.
But for today let us just have fun
Rock the world and then be done.
For a birthday comes but once a year
And yours my friend is finally here!
"Happy Birthday to you, I wish you all the best and may all your wishes come true."
-From Chen Yuan Wen, to all the November birthday kids, 5th November 2012
Looking To The SkyLooking To The Sky:Looking To The Sky in Free Verse More Like This
Sweet yearning from the depths of my soul.
Blessed is my mind that drinks of this knowledge.
Though stubborn at first, rejecting its hand.
I have learned to accept it as my only salvation.
From the streets which have long been my home.
I look to the skies and the clouds above.
Through my skills I shall rise, so I may catch the stars.
Even if the journey might be as heavy as stone.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 16th September 2013, posted by Co-Captain Hayes
Sit down, I want to tell you something!Sit down for a second,Sit down, I want to tell you something! in Free Verse More Like This
Because I want to tell you something.
I want to tell you and everybody else that walked over me.
That today, I have become something!
Just walk with me for a second,
I want to show you something.
You remember this; is it all falling into place?
Cause this is where you shut me down.
Now I didn't know what I was supposed to do;
Excuse me for being a loser, right?
I had to work up a lot of courage to ask you out.
But you didn't even look at anything beneath the surface.
So of course, you just flipped me off and walked away.
Because of you I went to the gym every single day.
Because of you I started lifting iron over my head.
And you know what it feels pretty damn good to be getting my pump.
Yeah, that's something that you did for me!
And now, over to my phone,
Let's call up Michael.
What up man?
You remember me?
Yeah, I'm the guy who could never fit in!
That kid who was
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.
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."
Out of clayHeartbeats beating rapidly, the ocean on the shoreOut of clay in Free Verse More Like This
Bleeding thoughts of something special, something so much more
Simple dreams and melodies are scattered on the floor
Shutting out the memories by slamming solid doors
Bathing in the light of lost and broken yesterdays
Here I am, a seriously twisted game to play
How could you make us believe that everything's okay
Forming human beings out of masks and out of clay…
I Am, Who Are You?I am thirteen years old.I Am, Who Are You? in Free Verse More Like This
I am one of Jehovah's Witnesses.
I am proud.
I am strong.
I am unique.
I am a poet.
I am an artist.
I have Bipolar Disorder.
I have hallucinations.
I have delusions.
I am not crazy.
I am not strange.
I am different.
I am me.
Who are you?
CanvasLet her paint a masterpiece,Canvas in Free Verse More Like This
Let her paint a lie
Let her paint a word inside the shining silver skies.
Let her paint a mystery,
Let her paint a sin
Let her paint the things that lie in darkness deep within.
Let her paint a masterpiece
(but this time there's a twist)
Make the brush a blade and let the canvas be her wrist...
I am a labelI slid the blade across my wristI am a label in Free Verse More Like This
Again and again.
Maybe I’m an emotional freak.
I cause fights and arguments
Maybe I’m a troublemaker.
I use make up to make myself seem
Maybe I’m girly.
I complain about things
Even when sometimes
Maybe I’m an attention seeker.
I fall under so many
So maybe I am a label.
I’m just me.
In a Little Girl's MindThere sits the girl with the things in her eyesIn a Little Girl's Mind in Free Verse More Like This
Monsters, destruction, and sweet butterflies
Hopscotch and daisies, surrounded by screams
Beautiful dresses now torn at the seams
Crayons and paintbrushes, villains and grins
Young, gladsome innocence, hatred and sins
Little red houses on roads left to fade
Gorgeous moonlight shining off of the blade
Blood pouring out as she cries her own name
Knowing she's forced to take each bit of blame
She could have stopped it and left it behind
All of these things in her troubled young mind
She could have saved them if she dared to try
Rather, though, she left herself there to die.
Now, others watch as she sits on the ground
Keeping their distance and letting her drown
In her own worries and things she won't tell
Waiting for her mind to kill her as well…
So much time, so little to doI have seen the beauty of a dove beneath the skiesSo much time, so little to do in Free Verse More Like This
I have told the harshest truths, and I have told some lies
I have seen a child cry into its mother's arms
I have been that weeping girl who held onto self-harm
I have heard the laughter of a man about to die
I have seen the anger resting deep within their eyes
I have been the victim of my own disgusting thoughts
I have seen the best of people slowly start to rot
I have felt the heartache; I have seen a love go blue…
So much time is left to spare, but so much less to do…
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?
And That's Wrong.You're fat.And That's Wrong. in Free Verse More Like This
Or maybe you're
I don't know.
But you're not perfect.
And that's wrong.
Or maybe you're
But you're not perfect.
And that's wrong.
Or maybe you're
But you're not perfect.
And that's wrong.
Or maybe you're
like everybody else?
You're not perfect.
And that's wrong.
astrology.i lost my cigarettes today whileastrology. in Free Verse More Like This
sparing kisses to too many witches
with apastron blackberry tongues.
& like the scattered stars of scars,
saturn's rings whispered secrets
to the telescope eyes of these strangers
cradling galaxies between lovely bones-
( their fingertip heat
knowing nothing of intermissions. )
ConstellationShe is dream dust,Constellation in Free Verse More Like This
too bitter or wise
for her own good.
A timeless dragon's soul
somewhere inside a
scaled shell, burning
the silence in her bones
alive, honeysuckle sweet.
She collects fireflies only to
set them free at 3am,
crying to an uncaring moon.
& she's begging for the stars
to take her away,
make this house a home
rigged in the sky.
She is already naked fever
swimming through the cosmos
& I orbit her.
BloodI've got a filthy mouth,Blood in Free Verse More Like This
& a house of stars
thriving in my throat.
& I still have yet to tame
this grounded constellation
I call my temple. -Slithering
tongue hissing too many
"fuck you's" against my teeth.
I fear I will write myself hollow-
or until my bones are corroded away
& I am nothing-
an insignificant nebula
orbiting the wrong atmosphere.
But, my veins bleed sweet ichor,
& words are only words, Mother.
Universe GirlsheUniverse Girl in Free Verse More Like This
fell in love
while he was
still a planet;
she could only manage
to fall in love
with shooting stars
in the glare of your eyes.
what more could you truly ask
from a universe girl?
Collection of poetic nothings.We were opal Tuesdays,Collection of poetic nothings. in Free Verse More Like This
tattooed into the
rose garden curve
of my vertebrae,
gliding me through this wild youth.
But, like Icarus—
I was a sky conqueror
& these silk wings
touched the sun.
My inhalations are heavy,
like the earth he bruises
beneath his fingertips
as I chase silence.
"You've got a tongue
made for words." He says
against the arrogant thorns
of my briar spine.
"Learn to love yourself."
How do I say I love you
without saying I love you?
"I want to replace my heart with you."
You are spider silk woven
into my harvest moon
limbs traveling this road map
of songbird sin.
You are not just in my head now,
you are dancing in the lingering stars
of my night-witch frame
& setting me on fire.
You're not bruised enough
to write poetry.
Allow these bones to tell your story, Love.
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.
Please, forgive me.Like lies, you saidPlease, forgive me. in Free Verse More Like This
I make breathing the cosmos
through rose colored lungs
look easy- vertebrae stretched
toward the moon.
& I'm hanging my bones
out to dry, carving Saturn's
rings into my wrists- my
star burst ankles.
I swore then I'd keep my
black tongued poetry
& uprooted limbs far,
far away from you.
But, like lies, galaxies,
& night fevers, you
are the destination
on my star map skin.
August Lover,I want to wrap myself in your air,August Lover, in Free Verse More Like This
hold your secrets between my
ribcage-embrace & just
roses and brier“I’ve never planted roots-“roses and brier in Free Verse More Like This
believing her body to be
on a road trip
“Well—“ I smiled,
“let’s be like roses & brier.
We will go nowhere, together.”
She Talks With MonstersThis girl never had a fear of monsters.She Talks With Monsters in Free Verse More Like This
She allowed them to rest on the insides of her eyelids,
the crook of her neck, the empty spaces of her chest cavity.
She had no fear, there were much scarier things in this world
than darkness, clawing at her back. Living for the night
she etched her dreams upon the bars of her cage
whispering of centuries past because she truly missed the sun,
grass on her back. Frosty Decembers have her forgetting
what it feels like to love, but she knows who she is
she doesn't need the taste of cigarette ash
suffocating her inside her own flesh.
November skies tore open this night,
ripping a hole in her bedsheets.
It is in those dark spaces between
bone marrow and heartbeats that she finds herself-
tattered and breathless, whispering dark secrets
into a strangers ears. Her origami limbs folding
like patterned paper only to reach desperately
for the sun kissed frills of Apollo's robes.
Watching You From AfarWatching You From Afar in Short Stories More Like This
“おまえどこにいくよ？” (Where are you going?) A voice called out to a man who was frantically running up the stairs.
“Are you quitting the game so soon?” The voice called out playfully, getting closer. The man reached the end of the stairs at a doorway. He fumbled for the handle and eventually got a grip on it. Shoving it open he ran out onto the roof of the building. He slammed the door and held it shut, gasping for breath. The demon following him reached the door, instead of trying to bust it open it merely knocked on the door.
“オイ～！あけて！”(Hey~! Open!) The man pushed against the door harder, the demon knocked once more.
“あけて! おまえは恐れているこの大きひどいおおかみ? ケ
Escape the AsylumEscape the Asylum in Short Stories More Like This
Jeff sighed angrily. He was disappointed with himself. A few days prior he had been captured when attempting to murder someone; he now sat in a padded cell bound with a strait jacket. He didn’t like having to sit still, he wanted to go out and see others bleed. They would pay. They would all pay.
Jeff didn’t know where he was, but he knew that he was not in the same town that he had been captured in. He hoped the others knew where he was, he was sick of this place. Jeff kicked the wall angrily.
An alarm went off outside of his cell. Jeff turned his head to look at the door. Maybe someone tried to escape and idiotically set off the alarm.
“Idiot.” He scoffed under his breath, even though he himself couldn’t figure out how to escape.
* * *
“Hey what happened!? Where’s the security breach!?” A guard ran into the security room. He glared at the one sitting on the chair watching the monitors. He had heard that there was someone new working
Zehnder POV - Sadist - Chapter 9Zehnder POV - Sadist - Chapter 9 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Author’s note: If you have not yet read Sadist and do not want spoilers, then I’d recommend reading it first. This contains direct spoilers for Chapter 9 and Chapter 11, and would take out some of the fun from reading the other chapters as well. If you haven’t read Sadist, then there’s a link to it in the description.
This first person view of Zehnder is not from the whole of Chapter 9, it starts at the point where he is in the middle of killing the people at the gazebo, but ends where the chapter ends. This is also a practice of the present tense for me, so don’t expect that to be great.
Grinning, I glare at the last person free of my tendrils or death. She seemed to be in a trance of fear, but hell, that happens a lot when I stare at people.
She starts to move again, coming out of her trance like state. I watch as she fumbles to get something out of her purse; maybe I’ll give her a chance, at least she hasn’t run away like that last pa
Sadist - Chapter 5Sadist - Chapter 5 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The next day, Esther is wondering about the tall man again. She thinks she may have approached too strongly, but she was determined to talk with him again. She had the day off today, so she planned on looking for him again.
* * *
Esther walked around the park that she had seen the tall man in. It was still early in the day, but she wanted to see if she could find him. She passed by several people, but not the tall man. She thought she saw him once, but it turned out she was wrong. Plenty of times she smelled smoke, but they were just regular people smoking.
Then she decided to go deeper, Esther found the little dirt path that he was walking the other night. She followed it into the woods to look around. She didn’t want to get lost, so she stayed on the trail. Esther searched the trees and looked for a sign of him, but she found none.
She saw several animals, which was nice; a large stag, a frisky squirrel or two. Esther decided to try the more urban areas. She walked out of the f
Sadist - Chapter 7Sadist - Chapter 7 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It’s late, and dark. There are hardly any people around, but still Zehnder walked around like he normally does. Esther is following him, joyful that she can finally be with him. Zehnder walked silently, and when he passes by anyone he only turns his head slightly to look at them; they never notice. He seemed to be looking for a worthy candidate.
After walking around for about an hour and a half, Zehnder finally sees someone that he feels like killing. The person seems to be young, maybe still or just out of college. They were walking a large dog, a German Shepard.
Zehnder muttered under his breath “What the hell kind of idiot walks a dog at this hour?” He began to walk across the street; they were still a little ways away from the dog walker. Esther began to follow him, but he turned around “No; you wait here.” Esther stopped obediently and waited.
Zehnder reached the other side of the street and began to approach the man with the dog. The man didn’t
Forgotten Past - Part 2 - Chapter 7Forgotten Past - Part 2 - Chapter 7 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The doors burst open, several policemen rushed inside; guns aimed and ready. Others stayed outside, some in the open and some crouched behind the police cars.
“So, how do we do this?” Doku whispered frantically to Kage.
“Want to take the ones outside? I’ll stay inside and get these ones.” Kage replied, unsheathing his claws.
“Ah, sure; just be careful.”
“I will, don’t worry.” Kage jumped to the wall and quickly climbed to the ceiling.
Doku went the other way, grabbing his bladed staff and going through a window. Outside was dark, from the roof Doku could see all around. Police cars surrounded the building, maybe half a dozen or so. Beside them were the police.
Doku stayed in the shadows, looking to see which ones to get first. He spotted two of them who were quite close to the building. He moved over to them quietly, without being noticed.
Then he shot out the bladed staff, piercing one of them in the shoulder. They cried out
Forgotten Past - Part 1 - Chapter 4Forgotten Past - Part 1 - Chapter 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“お父さん. . .” (Dad . . .)
Kagekao knelt by his father, crying. The day had been so happy and fun; and now this. The night was silent, no cars, no people, nothing.
Kage felt something new start to burn inside him; what was that? . . . hate?
Scollex’s body had burned up into sparks and ashes, which drifted away on the wind and disappeared out of sight. Yuki picked up the silver daggers which remained, and then ran over to Kage and Kurai.
“クライ!” (Kurai!) She bent down and started to try and find any sign that he was still alive.
“お母さん、お父さんが . . .” (Mom, he’s . . .) Kage couldn’t finish his sentence.
Yuki put her ear against Kurai’s chest, listening for a heartbeat. Then she put her hand to his neck, feeling for a pulse. Then she gasped and looked up. She looked around the area for something, but didn’t seem t
Forgotten Past - Part 2 - Chapter 6Forgotten Past - Part 2 - Chapter 6 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The two demons had made their way to the city that was next to the woods with the house. Before returning to the city where Doku lived, Kage wanted to search this city.
They climbed the buildings to give themselves and eagle eye view of the surrounding area; but they didn’t seem to be able to find any other demons, or even shinigami for that matter.
They continued to search, talking as they went.
“So, tell me more about these shinigami.” Kage asked, looking down at the road from a rooftop.
“Well, that one that I told you about first, the one with the black robes and scythe, he doesn’t seem to be friendly with anyone. I don’t know what his motive is, but he never seems to attack humans, only demons and other shinigami. I avoided him the few times I’ve seen him, and that was a while ago. But I saw him go after this other shinigami once, maybe a year or two ago.” Doku explained, scanning the windows of a seemingly empty building.
Forgotten Past - Part 1 - Chapter 16Forgotten Past - Part 1 - Chapter 16 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Kage watched from the shadows as Scollex snuck up on, and then killed a few more people. It was interesting to watch, even though Kage felt he wanted to do some of the killing as well. He didn’t interfere, because he didn’t want to make Scollex angry or irritated.
Scollex began to move on, and Kage followed.
* * *
The human screamed as wings emerged from Scollex’s back and into the air. Before they had a chance to run, Scollex’s arm morphed into a claw and he grabbed them. Morphing his other hand into a claw as well, he slashed the human across the face and neck and dropped them to the ground.
Scollex’s wings folded, and his claws changed back into hands as he watched the human bleed out and die on the ground. This was the fourth kill of the evening, and he was contemplating whether or not to go out and find another unsuspecting human to stalk and kill.
Kage was perched on top of the streetlamp, watching the bloody scene. After the human was dead, and he n
Meet Me At The ParkMeet Me At The Park in Short Stories More Like This
Bradley was waiting in the elevator going to the third floor. He was making a visit to his girlfriend Cindy at her apartment. When the elevator reached the floor the doors opened and he stepped out into the hall. On his way to the door Bradley passed by several unfamiliar people but didn’t stop to greet them, he just kept walking. When he arrived at her door he reached out to knock but stopped. There was a note on her door addressed to him:
Bradley, Meet me at the park. ~Cindy
It was a little odd, but Bradley shrugged it off and turned to leave. He paused for a moment, he thought he smelled something. It was a faint sinister smell, like smoke. One of the residents of the apartment building must be a smoker, he thought to himself. He disregarded it and walked back to the elevator.
* * *
Bradley arrived at the park. He got
Untitled VerseThere is not a placeUntitled Verse in Free Verse More Like This
I would not show you
in all of my ordinary world...
Not one blade of grass,
not one solitary Starling,
not one fiery sunset
should be lost -
All of this
tied up to you somehow.
This was daytime
and I was alone.
Now, it is night.
There is not one bright star
or near winter constellation
I would not keep for you
or put it in your hands.
There is not one spot
in my shadowy corners
where you can not shine your light-
all there - my deepest thoughts,
my darkest designings,
my sweetest dreams - all there,
all tied up to you somehow.
In the light of day,
in university halls
and lofty institutions -
high minded men
write their books
or recite their poems,
educate us to think
and to show our brothers
that we are humans
of the finest sort.
There is not one
of their thoughts
I can show you -
not one of their philosophies
which may apply...
Hear them and wonder
Charity is good
for men's souls.
Faith can move
But love -
Love can spin
The Long Swim...A lonesome dreamThe Long Swim... in Free Verse More Like This
has come to me -
cold silver moon
like lover's eyes
and winter's beach
with glistening sand,
reflecting icy Paradise...
My footfall held
up by the sand -
I've tossed away
my wedding band...
And it is no
surprise to me -
No scent of brine
upon the sea.
Oh, let me try
as humans may
to sense the
feeling of decay...
(I am leaving this world...)
I choose the sand
for marraige bed.
The blue-green waters
reach the shore.
I close my eyes
and wait for spring
and lay there
till I am no more...
No feeling left
in human limbs-
I float in tangled
green weed wave.
I travel wide
mid jutting rock -
none may save.
is just illusion...)
let me go
and realize I
love you so -
that I do alone!
(Think!) It's just a dream
and just a poem...
PuddleLook deeplyPuddle in Free Verse More Like This
as the trees
no eyes -
in the skies...
New Years Poem (edited)If the sunNew Years Poem (edited) in Free Verse More Like This
never comes up again
this cold, grey,
why should I care?
could be warmer
than a kind word
and your smile.
A visit to TomWell, my friend...A visit to Tom in Free Verse More Like This
You made it -
upon your grave -
in the fridge
us year round
or is it just
in our hearts.
in the night...
it will be
Always...Always in autumn,Always... in Free Verse More Like This
the Spring -
There will always be riversThere will alwaysThere will always be rivers in Free Verse More Like This
on this earth
when it dies -
on the waters,
rising and falling
from the clouds -
to morph and sink
into the earth
for the earth
can not hold back
from the river...
to the ocean
in salty agony...
For all must change
around you -
will grow old -
and be lost
to you -
there will be
weddings and holidays,
that they hurt -
and bright, light
Christmas trees -
for one day
in a warm house
All will be vorbei...
snow and fog
on the horizon
of our uncertain,
Why you can not
see the forest
than you have to
but you will
Just so... (edit)I could fillJust so... (edit) in Free Verse More Like This
but that wouldn't
make you happy.
at its best
a dismal, damp,
the lost ones,
can bear -
And the world
does not care.
I live there
in the vast
but many pieces
make a whole...
meant to -
cut down in
spirits in hell
before they are
just so -
Small FavorsWhat are small favorsSmall Favors in Free Verse More Like This
when I would give you
my world sometimes?
Why think of short smiles
and glances and mistakes
at two in the morning
when I belonged to another?
I know you don't remember that-
the time the party
broke up in the yard
but your mind elsewhere,
you still held my hand
I stood there, laughing,
clinging to the moment,
speaking only to smile
at our misdirection.
What is the purpose
Senseless days of off-key singing,
long drives to nowhere
and never quite getting to you...
When you do enter your distance,
do not ever ask me:
what are small favors
I will have to answer:
once, they were many moments
of my life.
AnimationMy soul is an animation,Animation in Free Verse More Like This
flickering on the screen
before falling between
the cracks and crackles
of light and color
I see between the cracks,
between the pauses.
Death smiles up -
a comfort I could not
expect so early.
Come to me,sweetness,
and explain the rest...
My soul appears
to shine through life,
smiling and whole
for moments like these.
Oh, lift me up -
I am dying -
every warm embrace...
There is no joy
left in this wide world -
no truth, no fear
of fabled fantasies
in my sensational, animated,
excrement of existence -
hand-delivered by devils
especially for me
onto a screen so vast -
it is panorama!
The Things I've LostI lost my sightThe Things I've Lost in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
In a world
Of ephemeral light
Hiding a sea of glass
Which I willfully dived into
In the hopes to grab the stars
Reflected in those mirrors.
I lost my heart
In a fantasy
Of perfected eternity
Guising the struggles and pain
Which are wrought
From such delusion
Of true hardened love.
I lost my soul
In a frozen hell
I've lost the right to leave.
My demons tie me down
And I hold them close
For they're the only things
Which bring me warmth.
And I live
In this silent torture
Of my own selfish design
In the hopes
These things I've lost
Will one day be returned to me.
A Nail In My HeartIn my heartA Nail In My Heart in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
There's a nail
Outside its core,
In my hand
There's a hammer
Leaving me a choice
To pull the nail free
Or leave it to rest
In the center of my soul.
And this nail
However deeply it stabs
Or loosely it traps
The litter of dreams
And hopes I've trapped inside,
Gathering them together
To be displayed like
A dying tribute
To a once loved species,
A once treasured creation,
Decides my fate
And traps my destiny.
And though I know the nail
Needs to be removed
To release my heart
Of its futile struggle
To hold a collection
Of dying memories,
Every time I feel the nail loosen
As I've grown to older,
Every time I grab that hammer
And smash it against
That obvious futilit
Poisonous Eyes“There once was a child. This child was no different from a child you might find elsewhere. However where you’d find this child was what made it unique. The child was left behind in the forest without family or home ;however, the child did not weep for it was not alone. In the forest a bird gazed upon this child without love. Without hate. Without care. It saw the child and that was enough. It saw the child when no else did. So the child loved the bird. The child loved the bird as one might love a mother. And the bird gazed upon this child. As the child grew, the bird’s gaze also grew. Into something more. Into frittered whispers and welcoming chirps and tweets. But along with those the gaze held. Without love or hate. And the boy’s gaze also held. Filled with love. They continued in this idyllic ignorance until one day the bird went to hunt. The hunt itself was nothing new however the prey had changed. Rather than the snake which the birdPoisonous Eyes in Short Stories More Like This
Evil, Beautiful, FirefliesI'm covered in fireflies;Evil, Beautiful, Fireflies in Free Verse More Like This
All up and down my legs.
They sleep in my skin
And hide my sin,
My precious red fireflies.
They ignite my body
And set it ablaze.
They turn all of my pain
Into a crimson haze,
My precious red fireflies.
They burn through flesh
In a criss-cross mesh
And spread their wings
All over me,
My precious red fireflies.
They hum silently,
Whispering away my shame.
They burn brightly,
Setting my blood aflame,
My precious red fireflies.
I hate them but they love me
But nobody can ever see
Because they refuse to leave.
Not that I want them to;
Because they care,
More than you ever could do,
My precious red fireflies.
They want me to die,
To jump, to fly.
They want to own me.
They want to set me free
And make it so it can be
And my precious red fireflies.
All Right/WrongEverything's alright now,All Right/Wrong in Free Verse More Like This
Yeah, everything's alright.
I cry myself to sleep at night,
But everything's alright.
I can smile now,
Really, truly smile.
I haven't meant it for a while,
But I can smile now.
At least I can sleep now,
Sleep the whole night through.
Nightmares too bad to not be true,
But at least I can sleep now.
I don't do that anymore,
I given that up for good.
But if I could I really would,
But I don't do that anymore.
I don't take pills now,
I threw the pills away.
Now I can barely get through the day,
But at least I'm not on pills.
I'm normal now,
Yeah, normal, I fit in.
Waking up feels like a sin,
But at least I'm normal now.
Everything's alright now,
Yeah, everything's alright.
I cry myself to sleep at night,
But everything's alright.
Please (Don't) Hate MeIf I told you a liePlease (Don't) Hate Me in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But it made you smile
Would it still be a sin?
If I opened the door
But turned you away
Would you still come in?
If I sliced my skin
But it didn't hurt
Would it still be wrong?
If I acted all brave
But couldn't face it
Would I still be strong?
If I tied my noose
Around a tree's open arms
Would it be an embrace?
If I left tonight
And begged you stay
Would you still give chase?
If I committed sin
But hurt nobody
Would I be welcome above?
If I do something you hate
But only for your good
Could it still be true love?
LifelineI hate how I look;Lifeline in Free Verse More Like This
The bags beneath my eyes.
I hate who I am;
The endless torrent of lies.
Sometimes I do things I know I shouldn't
And I don't do things I know I should,
Only that I could and would,
Because that's how people work.
Everyone has motives
And nobody is selfless
In this world that doesn't want
Everyone's gonna die
And I'm not gonna lie;
Sometimes that thought is the only thing
That gets me through the day.
I miss my old razor blade;
Scissors don't go deep enough
This red isn't my favorite shade;
I like it purer,
Then I could be surer
That I'm a threat to myself.
I'm trying to cut down,
As apposed to cutting everything else,
But I doubt I'll ever stop
Because every slash,
Every bloody drop,
The whole crimson rash,
I'm still alive
And I am
Do As I Say, Not As I DoDo as I say,Do As I Say, Not As I Do in Free Verse More Like This
Not as I do
'Cause I'd hate to see cuts
All over you.
They check my wrists
And think that I'm fine.
If they checked my hips,
They'd see many a line.
It's my hobby,
That thing that I do
No matter what though,
I pray you never do.
He/She/Her/HimI'd write a love songHe/She/Her/Him in Free Verse More Like This
But I've never really been in love,
Apart from with that girl and that guy
On that day I nearly touched the sky.
I like my best friend.
And it hurts like hell,
Yeah, it hurts like hell
Knowing I can't ever tell
Cos I'm me
And he's a she.
Another Fallen OneThere was a lady on telly today,Another Fallen One in Free Verse More Like This
Talking from a land far away;
Her kid had died,
Torn apart from the inside.
The kid had hung herself in the family bathroom.
The lady was crying,
You could hear her heart dying
And mine did too.
I could've been that kid,
What with all the things I did
And my family could've been her;
Left with nothing but despair.
I envy the kid
For doing what she did.
I thank the kid,
Making me think about what I nearly did.
I mourn the kid,
Gone because of what others did.
Don't ever think you wouldn't be missed,
Because there's always that person
Who'll miss you,
Praying you'll pull through
Until memories of your smile is all they have.
To BurnI want to set my skin on fireTo Burn in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With Death’s icy embrace.
I want to make my head stop
And my broken heart race.
I want to fade into black
Like fog over the sea.
I want to save them the bother
Of worrying about me.
I want to bleed myself white
Until I really am just a shell.
I want to miss out on heaven
Just to escape this cursed hell.
I want to see her face again
So I can tell her my regret.
I want her face to leave me
So that I can maybe forget.
I want my friends to be happy
But I stop that from being so.
I want to lose all control
And let the red blood flow.
I want to leave this place
And abandon all breath.
I want to do something right
And that something is death.
Hope (I Won't)I won't let a razor bladeHope (I Won't) in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Take away this life I've made.
I won't let the shame and guilt
Ruin everything I've built.
I won't let being wrong
Stop me from being strong.
I won't let sorrow and pain
Resurrect the demons that I've slain.
I won't let ugly spite
Tell me that I'm not right.
I won't let the dark past
Make my endless hurt last.
I won't let this noose
Leave me hanging loose.
I won't let the world win;
My life is only just about to begin.
Forever YoursI'll always be your little girl,Forever Yours in Free Verse More Like This
And I still need you here
It's become so clear
That I can't handle things alone.
Every time I think of you
I try to forget
Because everything I never said
Is everything that I regret.
I wish I was the one taken;
I know they miss you more
And the world would be less shaken
If it'd lost this blonde bore.
You were my mother,
My sister and my friend
And no other
Will ever replace that;
Why wasn't I there at the end?
Sometimes I wake at night
Crying for you like a kid
Who doesn't understand what they did
To be left behind.