Can You Accept Me?Can You Accept Me?:Can You Accept Me? in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'll admit I've done my share of things
Of which I know I can never be proud
And I've tried my best to be a better man;
But I guess I can't right now
The mistakes I've made are pretty clear to me
It's not like I can just wipe a 'tat'
The symbols that go all around my body;
And the numbers on my back...
They're all reminders of who I used to be
What I used to do and how I used to live
But that man just isn't me anymore;
And I need a chance that only you can give
I guess what I really want to say is that:
I'm trying my hardest to change for better
And I need to know that you can forgive me
And so I'm sending you this letter
If it gets to you, then let me know
Reply to me and tell me clear
Can we still be a family?
Can I hope to have you near?
We've been through hell and I know I've done wrong
I never should have stayed just an angry kid
And now that we have one of our own;
I think I know that I need to quit
So please just give me a second chance
Dear Angry PersonIt has come to my attention that youDear Angry Person in Letters More Like This
are about as pleasant as a rank plate of lemons jammed down an old lady’s throathave some behavioural problems with regards to your interactions with the community. This is not good for you and for that reason; I hope you will read this letter.
Considering that your actions reflect badly on you as a
walking sack of organic waste that is sucking up our airartist, I thought that I would step in and offer my own take on things. I hope within this letter to assist you in removing the metallic rod you have jammed so far up your posterior!by explaining to you that your behaviour ,which reminded me of a repugnant cat-lady swearing at the kids on her lawn,was improper, considering the circumstances and the alternative.
You see, I too am an individual that has trouble controlling his emotions. I strive very hard not to say what I am truly thinking as more often than not, you
The Real WritersThe Real Writers:The Real Writers in Free Verse More Like This
There are those who sit with their laptops and tablets,
Clothed in a scarf and an artistic hat of some sort.
They ponder; leaving a stack of books beside them,
Sipping their decaf as though they are literature personified.
What works do they prepare, other than blatant copies,
Perhaps a half-baked romance designed to woo a lady.
So convinced are they, of their own aptitude;
They are blinded by the beams of their burgeoning ego.
For the writer is not the man who is tapping away at keys,
He is not the man fervently reading with lensless glasses.
He is not the hipster debating ancient literature.
For he is a monster, wearing human skin.
He is the deranged madman, eccentric, uncanny.
He is the one who sits catatonic;
An entire world of fantasy playing in his mind.
He has gone through millions of scenes,
Thousands of scenarios, hundreds of plots
And dozens of characters.
He is not the man you expect him to be,
For a true writer is utterly WEIRD.
This is All About YouThis Is All About You:This is All About You in Free Verse More Like This
Most people giving you advice, might take a quote from a book
Most people giving you advice, have never had a real look
So from someone who's been watching, let me lay my heart bare
I want to show you all the special things, about the girl for whom I care
She always does her very best, no matter how tough the task
Even when she's struggling, she puts on a brave mask
She's always trying to learn new things, just for a chance to make you proud
She can be a little bit quiet, but I think that's better than being loud
She's not the very best in sports, I know she can be kind of a klutz
But she smiles and goes on anyway, now that takes a lot of guts...
She gets embarassed pretty easily and gets far too nervous to talk
But I know she'd like it if we held hands, whenever we went for a walk
She doesn't need a lot of pretty things, she just wants someone who cares
I bet she'd like to have someone, whom she knew would always be there
I remember when she tried to cook
SANGUINE Chapter 1 - 3SANGUINESANGUINE Chapter 1 - 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A tale of vampires, twists and delusions, by Chen Yuan Wen
Chapter 1: The Smiling Devil
Release Three: Pages 7 9
THE GRYPHON DRIFTED slowly to the ground just outside Canterbell castle and with the orb the Bishop had given her, Lina unleashed a beam of light that tore right through the illusion surrounding the area. It acted almost like a knife, cutting a jagged gash through the magical curtain and revealing the castle that lay just beyond its shimmering surface. The ruined appearance of the place was indeed a perfect cover because the structure that Lina beheld with her eyes was nothing like the dusty ruins she had witnessed previously. Instead, she noted that the fortress was mighty and imposing, for its walls were perfectly polished and kept in full repair. The stones that made up the castle's body however, were markedly different from those used in construction of human fortresses or temple monasteries. Instead, these stones seemed to be almost metalli
DieDie:Die in Free Verse More Like This
Such a simple word, spewed without thought.
"I wish you'd die, I wish you'd be killed."
But what if we actually gave meaning to those words?
Can you understand the emotion, the magnitude, the weight,
Of actually seeing the life of an individual depart?
Can you look them in the eyes, as they bleed into your hands;
Observing their final moments, as the light fades from their eyes?
Or are you simply a soft-hearted coward,
Sitting fat behind a computer, wishing death upon others?
To say that one is deserving of death,
Suggests that you are ready to kill.
And if indeed you are ready to kill,
Then you too must be prepared to die.
"Now please, stop those tears my good man, we've only removed three of your toes so far (^_^)"
-Chen Yuan Wen, 9th July 2013
She Dances With FireShe dances with fire, a dragon in tow.She Dances With Fire in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Twirling with flames; graceful and slow
She dances tonight, in a city of ash.
Her feet leaving footprints, where the sand will splash.
Quietly mourning, as time goes by;
Where once she beheld a home in her eyes...
Yet naught but the barest of bones remain,
And so she dances, to soothe the pain.
A Midnight WearyA Midnight WearyA Midnight Weary in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Amongst twinkling stars,
Much like a cricket's chorus;
Types his essay:
"Failure is red,
My parent's say;
An Asian get 'B'
Is shameful display!"
SANGUINE Chapter 1 - 1SANGUINESANGUINE Chapter 1 - 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A tale of vampires, twists and delusions, by Chen Yuan Wen
Chapter 1 1:
THE DOORS TO the council chamber swung open slowly; whining as the metallic bolts ground into place. A lone knight, with long flowing blonde hair that was ever so slightly curled at the tips, made her way to the podium, where several robed priests were gathered. They sat in silence, illuminated by crystalline orbs that burned with a magical fire and one in particular stood out from the rest. He was clad in robes of golden finery, woven from highest grade of silk and adorned with numerous precious gemstones; most of which covered the cuffs of its sleeves. This man was known as Bishop Rogan Volthair, once the son of Baron Volthair, he had earned a high place in the Church of the White Lady for his natural oratory skill and religious fervour. It was his duty to pass on the orders of the Church to specific high-ranking Knights who would then take on extremely dangerous or forbidden quests
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
Shadilver The Telekinetic Plot- Part 11Chapter 11: Dead endShadilver The Telekinetic Plot- Part 11 in Short Stories More Like This
As I ran round the labyrinth of corridors in search of Mr Hedgely and Spencer, someone grabbed the collar of my jumper from behind and yanked me backwards. I stumbled back and they covered my mouth to muffle my yelp and then pulled me into the shadows out of sight. I kicked and squirmed but their strength was overwhelming. "For god's sake will you calm down?" a familiar voice hissed. My ears perked up and then it came to me.
"Sp..n..r?" I mumbled, my voice muffled by his gloved hand.
"Yes it's me Spencer you dolt!" he said as he let go of me. I caught my breath and turned to face him. He looked pale and sweaty and parts of his waistcoat and white trousers had been torn so it was evident he had been fighting.
"Where have you been and how did you escape?" I pressed.
"I was locked up in a strange room that looked as prefect as a doll house's bedroom. It was creepy. Blackwood sure is wrong in the head on more than one level. Anyway some guards came into the room
Shadilver The Telekinetic Plot- Part 10Part 10: Caught and CorneredShadilver The Telekinetic Plot- Part 10 in Short Stories More Like This
Lake 11 cabin, 7:20pm, Friday 28th September
I slapped her hand away and made for the door but a huge, shining arched blade struck the door before I even grasped the handle. Glancing up I gawked at her scythe that was literally at hairs length. She pulled back, ripping it from the wood which showered me with splinters. "I told you there would be problems," she growled as she held her weapon with both of her hands to steady it. "You'll regret not being on my side." With that, she raised her scythe high above her head and grinned at me with a murderous look. My leg and shoulder were damaged so I couldn't run away very well, plus she was much too fast to escape from anyway.
She held her weapon high, coiling her fingers around the handle, causing her gloves to create an odd tightening noise as she gripped it and then she smiled sickeningly at me. "Any last words brat?" When she said that my ears perked up and I thought to myself, why was she askin
.:Prince-Chapter 17.:Chapter 17: Sawyer Entering Aleithias Academy?.:Prince-Chapter 17.: in Short Stories More Like This
I stood outside Sawyers house, holding my skateboard in my left hand, waiting for her as she offered to walk to school with me. After a few moments she stepped out of her house and shut the door and I looked down to see that she was in fact carrying a skateboard too. We looked at one another and Sawyer gave me a death stare.
"What! I'm sure I've been skating way longer than you have!"
"Oh yeah, prove it!"
"You're sixteen and I'm eighteen."
She stared at me for a long moment, trying to think of something to say back to that but telling by the expression on her face she couldn't think of anything. She tucked the board under her arm before walking on.
"Well come on you're going to be late for school," she said.
I walked over to her and we set our boards down before skating off. Along the way we showed off to one another of what the other could do, which was tricks and how fast we could go and I must say she was
.:Prince-Chapter 16.:Chapter 16: The Final Obstacle..:Prince-Chapter 16.: in Short Stories More Like This
I watched as Sawyer climbed up one of the garden trees and sat on one of the thicker branches, taking out what appeared to be a pair of binoculars when the hell did she take those? I don't recall
I climbed up the tree and sat down next to Sawyer. She jumped and hit me on the head with the binoculars and Jesus where they made out of solid steel?
"What the heck was that for!" I shouted.
"KEEP YOUR VOICE DOWN!" She yelled.
"Right " I said sarcastically.
"Besides I thought you were a FrickleDeeHobish."
"You wouldn't understand," she said putting the binoculars to her eyes and looking through them.
Who would understand ?
"What are you kids doin' up in em trees?" a dry voice spoke and when we looked down to see the janitor in the garden next door we ; "AHHHHHHH!" Then fell out of the tree
"Feel the wrath of my binoculars Mr old Geezer!" sawyer yelled ready to throw them at him but I snatched them off her
.:Prince-Chapter 14.:Chapter 14: Over A Cup Of Hot Chocolate And Muffin..:Prince-Chapter 14.: in Short Stories More Like This
Dustin just stood there in silence. His head lowered as he stared at the ground.
"But why?" he asked.
"It's well um I just have to."
"I want to know why," he said, his voice quivering.
"I can't "
"You can't or you won't!" he shouted looking up. He wasn't making this any easier. I turned my back to him and paused before I walked off towards the door.
"Prince wait!" Dustin cried, but I just closed the door after I walked out.
I took off down the hallway, running as fast as I could, to get away from what just happened. I pushed the front double doors open and stumbled out into the nice day it was, unfortunately it didn't make me feel any better. I walked down the steps and once at the bottom, I held onto the rail as I took a moment to catch my breath. I almost leaped out of my skin when someone touched my shoulder and I spun round, and scowled at the fact it was him
"Get away fro
.:Prince-Chapter 12.:Chapter 12: Me and My Big Mouth..:Prince-Chapter 12.: in Short Stories More Like This
It was a little later on after Dustin and I were at my house and I rubbed my neck under my scarf, as it still tingled a little. That boy sure knows how to give someone a hickey. How does he know all this stuff for a fifteen year old?
At some point after he gave me it, I had agreed to go to his house which I actually don't recall agreeing to. But either way we were already in his house. Wait a sec, how did we get here so quick? I should stop spacing out
"Dustin? Where have you been?" his mother said, coming into the hallway, where we were currently standing.
"Oh I was just at Prince's house."
His mother looked over at me and I felt a twinge of nervousness, shoot through me as she seemed to smile in a weird way. I tried to make myself look as calm as I could.
"You must be that Prince fellow he always seems to talk about," she said, her voice sounding eager.
"U-um yes," I spoke a little nervously.
She walked right up to me and p
.:Prince-Chapter 10.:Chapter 10: Just Like A Yaoi Fan Girl..:Prince-Chapter 10.: in Short Stories More Like This
Once there I set Dustin down on the grass and I then sat down on the ground, looking up at the opening between the trees where I could just about see the sky. It really was a nice day today. I looked back down at Dustin and he looked like he was in a nice peaceful sleep, especially the way, parts of the sun's rays shone on him. A nice warm breeze blew gently past, lifting my hair a little and ruffling Dustin's.
I brought my knees up and folded my arms on top of them. I should've stayed with Dustin, even if he was just going to his locker I should've been there. I buried my head into my arms as the guilt got to me. I wasn't ever going to forgive myself for this.
But one thing strikes me. How did that classroom end up on fire, and why wasn't anyone else in there but Dustin? Strange
I felt something and I lifted my head up. I touched my cheek and it was wet. I took out my cell phone and looked at the blank screen tha
.:Prince-Chapter 9.:Chapter 9: Fighting with Fire..:Prince-Chapter 9.: in Short Stories More Like This
The guys who were holding me back sure had a tight grip that was really sore, and it
hurt more if i tried to struggle so i decided just to stay put. Blair looked
like he was going to go through an adrenaline rush any moment, and Prince on the
other hand was just standing there calmly with his arms folded.
"You going to move or what?" Blair spoke.
"I'm standing here waiting for you."
"Since you're the shorter one i'll let you have the first go," he sneered.
I noticed how annoyed Prince looked at that moment. He's taller than a lot of people
at the school except for Blair and the jocks, so i can see why he would be annoyed
at being called short.
"Alright, if that's how you want it."
Prince crouched a little before darting off towards Blair, but instead of heading
straight for him he dodged off to the right and swurved round, moving in and punching
him right in the side. Blair gasped and stumbled to his left clutching his side
.:Prince-Chapter 8.:Chapter 8: Sounds Like A Fight..:Prince-Chapter 8.: in Short Stories More Like This
Bleh. Wednesday. I don't like them much because you're only halfway through the
school week. As usual i was on my skateboard, riding it to school in the great
weather. It was really warm and sunny today, and school just goes ahead and ruins
that. But that's not all that i was hated about today. The thing that was nipping
me at the back of my mind the most was what i said to Dustin. How he hates me.
How he shouted at me like that back at his house earlier.
I reached the school entrance and turned my board sideways so i stopped. I got
off my board and just as i was about to swipe my student ID card i spotted Dustin
only a few feet away. "Dustin!" i called out.
He looked round slowly and his eyes narrowed as he looked my way. He turned the other
way and continued walking. I looked at the ground and sighed. I've really messed up.
I swiped my card and walked in, holding my board under my arm.
But i don't even understand. I thought he was just
.:Prince-Chapter 6.:Chapter 6: Kiss and Confession?.:Prince-Chapter 6.: in Short Stories More Like This
I was so shocked I could barely move. I wanted to move but my body wouldn't obey my brain. My eyes flicked open just as I felt Dustin's Tongue and that's when I moved away.
"What's the matter?" he asked.
"Ah I um, don't think I feel comfortable doing that "
"Aw come on, French kisses are the best."
I had fallen silent, praying for that door to open any time because that would be most good. Dustin took hold of my phone and flipped it open and he looked at me.
"You're blushing a lot," he laughed.
"No I'm not; it's the light playing with the colours."
"Riiiiiight. Anyway just do what I do ok?" he said setting the phone on the floor, still open.
"What do mean do what y
He cut me off again with another kiss and I tried to shrug him off but he wasn't having any of it. At the moment his tongue touched my lips I felt a bolt of nervousness strike through me and I think I was actually shaking a little bit. After a moment I opened m
Evil In Human FormEvil In Human Form in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
There's a knock upon the door,
A cackle in the air,
A chill within the wind.
It is just too late?
To save the monster from the man?
To save the man at all?
From the monster whose got hold?
Evil in human form.
It's full of pure evil.
What happened to the man?
Who was called a knight.
The thing's taken over.
Who is who and who is alive?
Who Hears Rain Cry?Who Hears Rain Cry? in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Dark times fall upon us.
Like the snow at Christmas time.
Like rain in a rainstorm,
Washing away our souls...
Who hears rain cry?
The wails of despair?
Who ever hears the distress call?
That plays for all to hear.
Somewhere someone's drowning.
Unable to swim away.
Drowning in the flood.
Losing will to live.
One day she'll be found.
Lost in heaven above.
Shell cold as stone.
But she'll be fine.
Her wail gone from the rain.
Midnight TrainMidnight Train in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I'm standing here.
With this weight upon my heart,
Wondering if you are near
Or gone just like the sun.
Couldn't imagine you'd be gone.
Even now I keep on looking back,
Wondering if times had changed,
Would you still be here?
I'm wait into the night,
For the midnight train to come,
To take me far far far away
From the place that we called home,
To a new home by the dockside,
By the sea and ships of war.
Couldn't imagine life without you by my side.
But now I'm faced with walls of cold,
No emotion in the dawn,
In the meals that will be cooked,
Just stone cold in a cold blue day.
I'm wondering if I could turn back?
Have a chance to stop the fall before the climb.
But then the train arrives,
And I can't return.
King And QueenKing And Queen in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Do we have a chance?
Seize the night and hide.
Or face the menace,
Turn towards the light.
I did it all for you Padmé.
I have to protect you.
I disposed of the Jedi,
And I've made things right.
It's all for our taking,
It's our empire.
We can rule the galaxy
As king and queen.
Overthrowing the chancellor is easy.
He's old and frail,
I'm youthful and cunning.
So why are you crying?
It's Christmas TimeIt's Christmas Time in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
It's Christmas time,
It's a time for family.
It's a time for us to be together,
Even if we're broken and bruised.
The kids don't seem to mind,
And Obi-Wan got no choice to refuse,
Yoda has said he'll join us,
And it'll give him a chance to see the younglings.
And just like that the tree goes up,
The lights hung up
And the mother-in-law comes round.
Not that I'm complaining...
But I'm stuffed with mince pies already!
Proper ChristmasProper Christmas in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
We can have ourselves a proper Christmas this year.
Nothing to hurt us.
It's taken time. Lots of time.
But now everything's perfect.
My family are over for dinner,
You're determined not to use your staff,
And Obi-Wan's found time to join us.
It's Christmas bliss
With a Leia and Luke food fight!
The SnowThe Snow in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The snow it falls.
It breaks his heart.
Turns to ash,
He falls apart.
Inside he's dying,
Life light flying.
No more crying...crying...crying...
Sorry what has come to be,
His life falls to misery.
His wife died,
What comes to be,
He kills himself in history.
He goes dying,
As his wife goes flying.
Here lies the body of the senator.
Anakin fell hard,
Took her death like a shard,
He won't come back from life and death and beyond.
And so the snow,
On which he walks,
He stumbles on despite the mood.
But the spirit's gone away.
Everyone feels his pain,
The death of his dearly beloved.
Our Queen Is DeadOur Queen Is Dead in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
It came like a stab in the back.
And now I can't deny it.
Walking as a shadow again.
Lost in the shadows of a new age.
I served her when she was our queen.
Our queen is dead.
No other will replace her.
No one else could ever be her.
No other queen could fight like her.
Only she could stand the Federation down.
Stop the blockade and win the fight,
Then go on as senator of might.
And so Padmé Amidala shall be missed,
As a handmaiden in flames.
Lying On Broken DreamsLying On Broken Dreams in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Vader, she's dead.
Tears drying on a freezing corpse.
Lying on broken dreams,
Sleeping with a broken heart.
Was it your intention to kill her?
Play with fire,
And it's the ones you love
Who get burned the most.
And die in the most horrible ways.
She only asked you to stop.
Never tried to deceive you.
But like a blinded fool,
You threw the fire.
And in the end everyone hurts.
So she lies dead,
And you dead inside
As reality lets you see the burns,
The agony in you
That now resides.
And finally the guilt trip begins.
I Can't Save MyselfI Can't Save Myself in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
We're at the point of no return.
I can't be saved.
No one to hear me calling.
Asking for the answers,
How do I do this?
How do I do this?
My life has been nothing,
Without my Angel in my thoughts,
No one can blame me,
Love is only natural.
So how do I save it?
To save her?
I'm not a hero.
Just a desperate man.
She looks at me as she chokes,
Begging to save her.
From me from this life
I can't save myself.
So how does she expect me to save her?
UnreversableI miss him so much..Unreversable in Free Verse More Like This
I wished I would've said goodbye...
That last time I saw him walk away..
I wish he was here..
I miss his sarcastic smile...
That last time I saw him laugh..
I cry when I think of him..
Now that I understand...
And wonder why life stole him away....
SuffocatedMy lungs filled with water and began to burn as the salty sea waves pulled me down to the ocean floor. The more I inhaled, the more my vision began to fade in and out of darkness. My eyes burned from the salted water and my heart beat was slow and heavy. Everything thing felt thick and weighted down, and I knew I wouldn't survive this fatal encounter that had once wrapped its claws around me, though, this time it was different. I could feel my body go numb and as the waves twirled me around, slamming me into sharp coral and jagged rocks. The water was the color of a dark, muddy teal and few golden rays highlighted the water from the setting sun. I could see my blood shimmer in the water. But I could feel nothing. I slowly closed my eyes, knowing that they wouldn't open again, and that this was what I had wanted, or so I had thought. . .Suffocated in Free Verse More Like This
Smile siLverYou want to give upSmile siLver in Emotional More Like This
You want to quit
But I won't let you
As the months go by
You always sighed
And I know you're not a lie
I won't let you go
Who cares if people only say 'So'
Let your darkest side go
You need to know
That hearts can heal
So you can keep your heart up
When you die you won't be alive
Even if that's what you want to believe
I just want you to see
If the darkest side of your heart
And kills your golden sky
Keep holding on
Don't let your words be written in blood
Fall into that pale shade of halcyon
But when the darkest side of your heart dies
You know this has never been a lie
And you'll know you've just won your war~
LostYou reach for your penLost in Emotional More Like This
Scribbling down nonsense
Eyes wander on your secrets
You wonder if it's worth it.
Your jumbled up thoughts spill onto the paper
Ink covers your hands
Nonsense to other eyes
Life in yours.
You lose what you've loved
And love what you've lost
They have no reflection
But they proceed with perfection.
Can you get another try
And fight your heart not to die
But you know you've met your maker
You wonder why it's worth it.
You reach for your blade
Sawing back and forth
Eyes wander your scars
You wonder if it's worth it.
Your blood spills onto the paper
Crimson covers your hands
Horror in other eyes
Happiness in yours.
You hate what you've lost
But love what you find
You have no reflection
And yet you proceed with perfection.
Can you break another tie
And fight your heart for another lie
But you know you've met your maker
And you know it's worth it.
My Humble OpinionI opened my eyes to see a new light I had never seen beforeMy Humble Opinion in Free Verse More Like This
I could feel my tired bones awaken and renew
And I could feel my blood run in my veins
I knew my point-of-view was unacquainted to some
And I knew my new vision was mirrored to some
But I didn't care if I was on the other side of the fence
And I know my style is too much for you
And I know you don't like me making my own decisions
But I know I'm more myself than you
The Only Thing You See Is YouYou don't have to forgive meThe Only Thing You See Is You in Free Verse More Like This
But from the way I see it
You don't want to
But I'll hold that to you
And next time you point that finger
I'll have to break it off
And so next time you want to forgive me
I'll remember when you didn't want to
But by then the only thing you'll see in your reflection is you
CutI may seem crazyCut in Free Verse More Like This
And I may seem painfully shy
But it's because I am
Does relief really exist
And will it ever find it's way to me
And will my tears ever dry
Why would relief come to me when I cut
Instead of when I laugh
Because I know these cuts will never hide again
And I know They'll show to everyone who could care less
Cut #2When relief flooded through my veinsCut #2 in Free Verse More Like This
My blood flooded out
And I became known as 'Cut'
They thought I wanted to die
And they thought I was fake
And then I realized I was
But when the day comes when you become know as 'Cut'
Will you give in
Or will you give up?
TimeThe dark sky shimmered with silver stars as a warm, summer breeze blew in. The jade green grass swayed as wildflowers became illuminated within the moons pale light, and the golden Fireflies faded in and out of darkness. I could hear his soft heart beat lull me to sleep as we whispered secrets. I wished more than ever time would stop and that Humans had never thought of such a thing. And I knew that's selfish to think, but wouldn't anyone else think these thoughts if they finally found someone? Maybe my life wasn't so great at "home" and school was just as bad, but I knew it didn't matter now... He's never left my memories or mind and as many times as I'd try to grasp what was really happening it would always slip away... and now that we both lie here, counting down each star in the sky, I wondered if this love was really what I thought it was.Time in Free Verse More Like This
WhenTime slows to a stopWhen in Free Verse More Like This
As lights from the car flash from the cop
And I wished it could all stop
How can I clean up this mess
When the only thing I have left is less
How can I clean up this mess
My heart skips a beat when I feel your sparks
Even if all I ever had just vanished
My heart skips a beat when I feel your sparks
When will I ever drown this love
How will I ever kill this dove
When will I ever love this love
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?
free birdit’s a need to feel the suns golden fingersfree bird in Free Verse More Like This
teasing figure eights along my back,
& the wind on my cheeks.
i must have been
a bird in some past life,
a swallow or a hummingbird.
because, i swear on some nights
i can feel the growing pains of an atlas
ready to burst through my skin like wings.
i just want to be
The rule of nines.I know more about half-moon palmsThe rule of nines. in Free Verse More Like This
than most know about
the kind that beg dandelion child,
I know about forged castle ribs & broken homes.
Myths that are half fact & imaginary friend
turned bogieman -
Fangs that tear clear through ice-bone hearts
like they are nothing but pretty paper
to be folded over, again & again & again
by the hands of quivering youths:
Icarus, the reincarnated
sky conqueror searching for warmth.
Milky Waymy body is a road mapMilky Way in Free Verse More Like This
of hazard signs
but on the days
when the mirror
is nice to me,
i can hear
like little racing
beneath my skin:
you are not worthless.
you are strong.
your ribcage has a meaning-
these bruises are
ste ti & you are the Milky Way.
NaPoWriMo: Day 9More respectNaPoWriMo: Day 9 in Free Verse More Like This
for hungry lions,
doesn’t want to write this poem.
As she forgets how to use words
(on most days,)
relying on curses
like casting some witch's spell-
with only ten dollars to her name.
The oldest daughter:
she’s still somewhere in the middle,
because they had no other way
to categorize her.
Getting her first gravestone at three-
not to the gods,
but to the lily stargazers
in her palms.
she would become a bird,
& never come back.
She doesn’t want her death
laid out like a fast-food
how does she begin to explain
cultivating in her breastbone?
Poetry,Poetry,Poetry, in Free Verse More Like This
it’s like cultivating a greenhouse
with broken fingers.
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.”
NaPoWriMo: Day 8I was toldNaPoWriMo: Day 8 in Free Verse More Like This
to slice through the thickest
of scar tissue this evening.
Let all my inner demons
fall to the floor
& write them out
in my own black blood.
It’s not red anymore,
even though needles
& the bruises
laid out like war-lands
on my arms
I don’t think it ever was,
My mind is a mess
of free versed insecurities,
cat’s eye marbles,
& untamed forest fires-
I still don’t have the nerve
to slice open my skin
& bleed for her.
NaPoWriMo: Day 10 Have you ever been so cold, Sweetheart,NaPoWriMo: Day 10 in Free Verse More Like This
your knees q u a k e d like that Jenga piece
that buckled just before your whole foundation
& no matter
how many times
I've restarted your heart,
one would think
I'd grow tired,
I'm still writing you in poetry
(in the most inappropriate of places.)
You forced yourself beneath my blades
& my fingertips,
Licking unstable knees,
you were death on my tongue:
angry apricot eyes, unforgivable sin
scaring my limbs &
haunting my dreams.
& I'd still try to save your fucking life.
Body Speak, Mouth Don't."I need a favour. You got a minute?"Body Speak, Mouth Don't. in Free Verse More Like This
No. No I don't.
My heart feels ripped out of my chest and trampled on too often.
My ears open to screams in the morning.
My eyes close crying every night.
My mind always turns dreams into nightmares.
My lungs contract too soon for me to catch my breath.
My worries far outweigh my years.
My brain feels overworked, overwrought, so tired.
My stomach cramps every night and I curl up in pain.
My knees weaken often but I'm still standing.
My mouth goes dry and I can't speak.
My hands dampen because I have too much to think about.
My bones feel weaker than they ever have before.
But I don't think it's anything to be worried about, really.
"Sure. How can I help you?"
FaithI love your belief in God.Faith in Free Verse More Like This
Not because it matches mine.
Because it makes you even more beautiful to me.
You are the dream I always wanted, but never had.
(God likes to surprise me. Well, consider me surprised.)
It makes me want to sleep every single night by your side.
I want to wrap my prayers around you.
I want to press my lips to the segments of your body.
If you asked, I would rest my head besides yours
and dream your nightmares for you.
(You shudder in your sleep. I don't think you know.)
In faith, I'll be your dreamcatcher.
In dreams, let me wish all your nightmares away
Because the Blue Fairy Said So(Addendum from Sleep Deprived Brain: Clare calls it mourning sickness. As in 'Mourning for my Single, Carefree Life' sickness.)Because the Blue Fairy Said So in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I would make a terrible mother anyway."
"I don't think you're in the right place right now to make those kind of judgmental indecisions about yourself."
"I would, though."
"Your word still doesn't make it true."
"Last I heard children are usually raised in clean, pretty houses with a white picket fence outside and a daily routine that is organised from the word 'Go'."
"What have you been listening to? The Stepford Radio Specials Circa 1951?"
"Firstly, there is no such thing. Secondly, I couldn't be bothered to cook, I think a clean house is life being wasted, I procrastinate like its a job to do just that and I am a firm advocate of the fact that all fairytales are based on some form of evidence that we just haven't discovered yet."
"Can I just say that if I was your brain, I would be so exhausted that I would want to give myself a lobotomy?"
GluttonHis caramel covered fingers caress my coffee skinGlutton in Free Verse More Like This
An epiphany aged in its own beautiful winery,
A honeyed breath drawn in a moment so heated,
Its oven like intensity roasting any kind of chastity.
Irreverently juicy, pleasingly sinful,
Succulently divine in its every form
Lovemaking at its most beautiful
Moans that echo sheer gluttony.
I never knew passion was edible,
nor lust so delicious in its impassioned call
Until he showed me why chocolate
is the most deadly sin of them all.
Astrologically Challenged“We need to ta- what are you looking at?”Astrologically Challenged in Free Verse More Like This
"Oh...but I thought you didn't like them."
“Actually, I hate horoscopes. They lie every single damned time.”
“Not to me they don’t.”
“Sure. You were saying something.”
“We need to break up.”
“I fell in love with you before you were the boy who sang about my problems in your songs, and before you tried to evolve me into your version of a better me and before I saw how you treated your neighbour’s dog and before I knew how much you believed in horoscopes.”
“What’s wrong with horoscopes?”
“Nothing, except for the fact that you never really thought of it as a novel idea that you share the same day as one twelfth of the world.”
“Well you aren’t-”
“I’m not so perfect myself, I know. You loved me better before you read my poetry and understood how damage
Love as an AsthmaticI snatch my breath after we kissLove as an Asthmatic in Free Verse More Like This
because I want to feel you
in my wheezing, useless lungs
not just a craving
a desperate need
in the physical urge
to breathe you in,
make your mystical secrets
a part of my body.
Teaching Summer to BreatheSummer will always remind me of hot, sweltering nights spent drinking sangria, through the dripping fairy lights of your bedroom window. A sticky, starry sky looked back at us, the glow of the moon almost golden in the heat. Fourteen meant we weren't growing up fast enough and a liquor cabinet key seemed to hold the answer to that problem.Teaching Summer to Breathe in Emotional More Like This
You taught me how to drink that night.
(You also showed me how beautiful it was to just hold your breath till your head spins and reality seems like it is going to fade further and further away.)
Six summers ago I met a boy who liked to tell me how much like summer I was. He was big boned and thin skinned and the first time I told him he wasn't mine to keep, he left handprints on my skin that reminded you of a canvas covered in autumn leaves that you saw in New York. Then you proceeded to break every single window in his house (Yes, even the one in the attic he loved so much.)
You taught me how to smile through heartbreak that night.
Pros and Cons1. I am not writing a list of things that will make me hate you, as you supposed, but more a list that would help me move on. I always hated how you were very practical that way, even about emotional distress. I am not writing about the trouble with you being your incorrigible logic, your lack of tact.Pros and Cons in Free Verse More Like This
2. I am not writing this because I have a habit of doing what you say, and perhaps, just maybe this would give me closure.
3. I am not going to write about how beautiful your mouth is, and how it seems like something that would have been kisses by an angel.
4. I am not going to write about how your voice tremors when you speak of loneliness.
5. I am not going to write about how you are worthy of songs and dances and plays to be written for your lack of wonder at war, sex or alcohol, you aren’t that interesting.
6. I am not going to write about the day you sat me down and dragged me down with you, just so you could complain about how much I loved angel wings and sketches of pretty e
A Snowfall CandlelitMy version of winter has always been flawed. It is controlled by the fall of snow and the exact amount of the ground it covers. It never ever covers the tiny little patch in the garden, right near the broken tin roofed shed. I suppose that is why I just like the idea of snow. But I do not love it.A Snowfall Candlelit in Free Verse More Like This
(Realisation: I suppose that little corner represents the only part of me that even I cannot love.)
I met a man with candle lit wolf eyes and a strong, warm lion heart, who tells me Sea God stories before disappearing into a cold, cold winter's morning, fog cloaking his very essence.
(Addendum: Sometimes I think of five a.m. coffee, and wonder if your smile didn't hold all of winter's warmth in it, whether I would still be liking the idea of it.)
He lights candles and turns my room into a place of sanctity and prayer often. It makes the love making ironic in a way, I suppose. But nothing he ever does fails to intrigue the very fabric that my cotton soul is made of.
Broken Sleep, Red LipstickI am only an insomniac when it rains. The pitter patter of the raindrops reminds me of the pitter patter of cat paws.Broken Sleep, Red Lipstick in Free Verse More Like This
(He liked to sleep at my feet when I could barely think, just to make me feel better. I think you used to tell him to.)
I wish I could wrap your memories around my spine and wear them as a backbone, because they are stronger than the arch my broken spined back seems to have developed of late.
(Spines are oddly brittle, and a lot like wrists. Easy to break and forever to heal.)
But I cannot depend of any of that anymore. So I wear red lipstick and high heels and go to parties and tell strangers how amazing they are to be wearing red lipstick and high heels and how different they must be to come to this party instead of the other one.
(All because you would hate parties and think nightlife is so stupid.)
It is what I do with my insomnia. Because my spineless back, the memories of you incessantly looped in my sleeplessly addled brain and the raindrops
CigarettesTaking a puff, I swallow my pride,Cigarettes in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Forgetting my standards and all they imply.
Inhale; exhale; breathe it all in.
This is just another way to fall into my sins.
My lungs blacken the more I intake.
All the more, my life is at stake.
Fingers stained with nicotine’s kiss,
While my hair dulls, its sweet scent, I miss.
Coughing and wheezing, I become infected,
I only wish that this poison could be deflected.
Alas! Slowly, I kill myself with these cigarettes
As I continue to wallow in my regrets.
Why must I suffer?Take my heart and squeeze it until it bleeds,Why must I suffer? in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Grab my hope and toss it so it leaves.
Send a bullet through my skull and see if I care,
At least I know that I don’t belong anywhere.
Your senses have been blinded and masked,
Your own beating organ is drumming to its last.
One more drink, a few more pills.
Just end it all if you’ve lost your will.
See if I care, you don’t love me anyway;
All I want is for this pain to go away.
What did I do to deserve this sorrow?
When did I start wishing to have no tomorrow?
You kill yourself everyday with this wicked poison.
I see that darkness is the route you’ve chosen.
Nothing matters and the sun never shines.
You just go on out and live your life on the line.
Why must I suffer for your careless deeds?
Why should I be the one whom love flees?
SlendermanSlenderman in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Collect the notes, there’s all but nine.
Be careful, for there’s a demon that lurks, causing fright.
He’s always watching. Hurry, you’re out of time.
He has no face, yet holds a complexion white as light.
His height astonishes, towering over his prey.
The dark suit he wears hides the tentacles that destroy.
All he wants is for you to go away.
As you search for the notes, you fall into his ploy.
One false step, one trip of a barrel and you fail.
He’s right behind you, preparing to act out his new murder.
You freeze in shock, unable to do anything but wail.
Just know you’re not his first, just one more to his massacre.
He’ll slice you up and remove your innards with his arms of sorts.
Soon after which, he’d hang you to dry by a tree until morning.
But he’ll return, filling your body back as it starts to distort.
Don’t you wish that you had heeded the warning?
I know you dreamt of him last night, so appreciate as much of life as
Better Than YouI’m going to prove you wrong,Better Than You in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I’m going to find some place where I will belong.
I’m not going to shoot up my veins with deadly poison,
With the sharp needle you had always chosen.
You say I’ll sleep around and collect my due.
But I say I have the right to choose.
You once said my accomplishments in life were a black hole.
You tried in every way for me to not feel full.
Laughing and taunting, you kicked me to the ground.
The only time of solace was when you weren’t around.
I refuse to be an abuser and an abused.
I refuse to allow myself to become used.
What ever happened to love and care?
I feel so alone, is anyone out there?
But regardless, I will push through this dark night,
Despite you, I will find my light.
I promised I wouldn’t allow myself to become worthless trash.
I will set up a foundation in life that will forever last.
Just wait and see all the great things I will do.
Watch as I become much better than you.
Too Good to Be TrueThere was a girl, who thought she found the one,Too Good to Be True in Concrete Poetry More Like This
They shared words and exchanged smiles; she believed she had finally won.
Days past and things were perfect as they could ever be,
Expressing love in varied ways, saying “You’re the one for me.”
He was always there for her, comforting her with his smile.
But she didn’t know he was lying to her all the while.
He had someone else, but he never allowed her to know.
She was oblivious, believing this love that was only a show.
She fell hard, giving him all her heart to have in the palm of his hand,
He held it and made her think he cared, giving her as much love as the grains of sand.
She looked into his eyes and melted, wondering how she could have found someone so perfect,
But now that she knows the truth, she questions if it was all worth it.
So here I sit with a heart broken in two,
I guess after all things were too good to be true.
ForgetfulnessPlease forgive me if I forget your name.Forgetfulness in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It’s not that I don’t know you; I’m not to blame.
You see, my brain holds thoughts and memories hostage.
With chains and locks, it is kept, wrapped in bondage.
I don’t understand this one-sided sick game within my mind,
I guess it just likes for me to waste my time.
My head begins hurting, trying to remember my thoughts.
Maybe if I sit down for a moment, I will not be so distraught.
Memory comes and goes, lost in confusion.
I think I remember now! Oh wait, it was just an illusion.
Don’t you hate when you just can’t think straight?
As soon as you begin to have a grasp, it seems to go away.
One day I will learn not to KO to my brain.
Just you watch. Soon I’ll be holding the reigns.
The Weapon and the Witch:The New Girls In TownAs the morning arose, the sun came with it, laughing sadistically in the distance, “HAHAHA”. The candles of the Death Weapon Meister Academy shone through their holders, dripping wax onto the ground as young Meisters and their Weapons traveled up the steep steps to their classes. Today, two new students were arriving and they were to be welcomed.The Weapon and the Witch:The New Girls In Town in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
They were first to head to Lord Death’s office where they met the Shinigami himself, who as he saw them, greeted them with a “Welcome to the DWMA! As you know, it stands as a defense against the forces of evil, which would plunge the world into chaos and drag humanity into the very depths of fear and madness. The demons known as Kishin, and their eternal hunger for destruction. To ensure that the Kishin never regain their hold on this world, this Academy was founded by myself. So basically we're an organization that serves to protect and preserve peace! I guess it's not exactly a typical school. Oh well, that isn't impo
The No-ShowsThat night, neither of the girls slept well. Rinnie lay with open blues, tears streaming, wishing she could take back the teasing words she had spoken. She never meant to hurt her Meister. The outburst that came forth from Bekah shocked her. It shocked her so much, she was left shaking. At the same time, Rebekah was consumed with guilt for blowing up at her Weapon like that; she could hear Rin’s tears from her room. But of course, she knew Rinnie was wrong for the things she said. Or maybe she was over-reacting? Whether they were ready to face each other or not, the morning was here and they were to get ready for school.The No-Shows in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
As Rinnie was just finishing up getting herself ready, she received a text from Death the Kidd, wondering if they could walk together again. She replied yes, knowing her Meister probably couldn’t care less. She didn’t want to make anything more awkward, so she decided to slip out of the house without Bekah’s notice. But just as she was creeping
VodkaDry your eyes and put down your glass.Vodka in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
This pain you are feeling, it will not last.
Understand our love for you.
Resist the chain around your neck that forces you to choose.
I understand you must create an outlet,
But all you’re doing is hurting yourself and causing more fret.
I know you feel nothing can acquit your feelings deep,
Thus in your heart you continue to weep.
Of course I cannot know what goes on in the depths of your heart,
But I see you ruining yourself; to you I am afraid of my feelings to impart.
I hate this destructiveness which seem to motivate you to give in,
Do you not care that you’re breaking the hearts of your kin?
We love you and in our hearts we hold you dear,
We plead you; do not give in to your fears.
Stand strong and tall above the entire world.
You can do this, you are an amazing girl.
The Girl with the Broken Smile“It’s lights out, you pathetic soul.”The Girl with the Broken Smile in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Darkness taunts me, filling me to the full.
Slice here, cut there, and let blood pour.
Painful relief swims over me like waves on the shore.
A gloomy cyclone circles around, wild and free.
Quick, everything I’ve ever known is taken from me.
Lost dreams and forgotten hopes now consume my life.
When I look to the future, all I see is more strife.
“Take a puff; let the deadly smoke fill your lungs.”
I listen and contemplate all the terrible things I have done.
I cough and cry, allowing my emotions to flow,
I never fathomed I could feel this low.
They say when you’re dreaming with a broken heart,
The waking up is the hardest part.
I now know how true those words ring.
It roams through my veins painfully as it sings.
So here I sit, a broken smile adorned on my face.
I’m that girl that doesn’t belong in any place.
With my tears, I will drown myself.
I’ll be waiting for the darkness to finally be
DeteriorationLaying there, he watched and waited as his body slowly deteriorated before his very eyes.Deterioration in Free Verse More Like This
SelflessnessSelflessness is pointless when done for, solely, our own self pleasure.Selflessness in Free Verse More Like This
NatureWe create our own structures in which we call "works of art", only in the process, however, do we destroy the irreplaceable and unique fragments of one larger masterpiece.Nature in Free Verse More Like This
FLoeSLife is some endless enigma, we seem to have decided. In the beginning, regarding what causes it, we can only make guesses, and what end it will come to, we can only guess. Some aspects we praise so highly, and yet, others so lowly, while some, are so simply left as, neutral. Each aspect of life never seems to be given the entirety of the value in which it deserves.FLoeS in Free Verse More Like This
Any whole of it is so seemingly endless, and all the while, so limited. Nothing, despite this, seems to compare to each individual life, as we believe to be so seemingly true. Never do we truly realize just how much life has to offer, despite the fact that, to our knowledge, it is all that we have. Each of us has yet to realize this, until we stop and second guess, standing side by side, with another.
TreesThe branches of trees only behold one support beam, and yet, they will never cease to stand strong and hold their ground.Trees in Free Verse More Like This
ThoughtsIt is not the thought that counts- it never is. What truly counts, are the actions of which arise from that hearth.Thoughts in Free Verse More Like This
ClosedOpen and close. Those were his hands when he thought of her. Open and close. It would only be the emptiness of air in his grasp.Closed in Free Verse More Like This
[Our] FutureOne... Two... Pause. Three... Four... Pause. Five... Six... Pause. Seven... Eight... End. What were these? Seconds? No. Minutes? No. Hours? No. Days? No. Weeks? No. Months? No. Years? The one, and only, unfortunate truth. Eight years is the minimum of what we have to endure before freeing ourselves from these walls that separate us. Eight years, ninety-six months, four hundred eighteen weeks, two thousand nine hundred twenty six days, seventy thousand two hundred twenty four minutes, four million two hundred thirteen thousand four hundred forty seconds. And I would be caught counting down every last waking moment, because I know that we can make it.[Our] Future in Free Verse More Like This
ParanoiaAn unending sense that we are being followed- that someone is, through and through, constantly walking several footsteps behind our own. And all the while, without ever knowing in the slightest the difference between reality and imagination. We constantly watch over ourselves, as if we were some priceless object- through windows, over shoulders, holes in walls, and even to the point where we record every last moment that occurs in our lives of both consciousness and unconsciousness. Through it all, we can never truly know what is real and what is not. Shadows seemingly creep in the very ends of our own vision- messages that we can't even comprehend, if, of course, there was anything to comprehend in the first place. Lies might only be nothing but the truth, and the truth might only be nothing but lies.Paranoia in Free Verse More Like This